Out of gas (Running on empty)
Get home, rest my bones.
Please phone, don’t ring.
Get up, answer you all,
One song, two song, fast food,
Ding!
Eat fast, time passed,
Empty phone of today’s thoughts.
Pen and paper, upload later,
Poems become only four.
One day I will get a day off.
Not today, tick, tock.
Friday, weekends here;
Wake up early, look for job.
Insomnia won’t let me rest;
Monday morning, start again.
This is why I wrote this poem,
So you could see I keep on going,
But just for now I need some peace,
That’s why for now I write ‘Love is…’
I just do not have the time,
To say I love you all in a thousand lines
And in a thousand ways I will return,
But just for now,
I have no fuel left inside of me to burn.
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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Aa Harvey (
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Excellent! You portray a way of life i have known all too well.
Thank you. I'm glad people can relate to the words I am saying.
"The silence isn't so bad,
'til I look at my hands and feel sad,
'Cause the spaces between my fingers are right where yours fit perfectly.
I'll find repose in new ways,
Though I haven't slept in two days,
'Cause cold nostalgia chills me to the bone;
But drenched in vanilla twilight,
I'll sit on the front porch all night,
Waist deep in thought because when I think of you,
I don't feel so alone."
Great write, Aa.
Running on fumes is something I guess we all know and experience.
There is only one thing you can do: Turn off the lights, turn off the phone, hit the heia and don't get up until you are fully recovered!
That sounds nice, but my body is used to getting up early everyday because there is always some place I need to be, so even on my days off I wake up early, so I am never fully recovered. Some weeks are not as bad as others though, so I will carry on until I get an easy week...
"Oh!
Today I don't feel like doing anything.
I just wanna lay in my bed.
Don't feel like picking up my phone,
So leave a message at the tone,
'Cause today I swear I'm not doing anything,
Nothing at all...Nothing at all...Nothing at all..."
Wonderful poem! I hope you get some rest soon. I think a lot of us have been at that point before. Just keep on keeping on!
Thanx. I will keep on moving...
"Remember this song...They can proudly imply, that we were an alright guy."
"Now maybe someday, I'll find a piece of land,
Somewhere not by, near anyone.
Then I'll send for my love, love, love, love, sweet woman
And my two grown up sons,
My two grown up sons (yeah, yeah, yeah.)
Lord, I've got to keep on moving."
You should call a tow , pull you to a gas station and fill up. Next time, watch the fuel meter carefully, fill the tank before you run out.
You know "love" consume a lot of energy.
Take a break.
Thanx. I am taking a break tomorrow. Day of relaxing. (Time to write my new poems into my books...) Hopefully this will give me the energy I need to get back to normal.
"So what's normal anyway?...
Normal for you is not normal for me.
The only difference is how we see.
It's individuality.
So what's normal anyway?...
What's normal anyway?
We're all normal anyway.
What's normal anyway..."
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