the trickling of thought-drops

the trickling of thought-drops,
dribbling, dripping, downwards
like a leaky faucet.

the emptiness inside
my head
wears me out.

i struggle, as i try,
to reach out and catch a puddle-
of thought-drops.

they are dispensed through
a downwards momentary trend
towards feeling depression.

mild in comparsion,
to most of my wildest-crazy times.
this is more like
a retardation-a slowness-to
the thought-drops.

normally they occur fast as raindrops
during a thunderstorm
of cats and dogs.

but today, i reach behind
the emptiness of my slowest
thinking thought-drops
leaky faucet-
it leaks quietly-
without making a sound.

i look blankly outwards,
my face turns toward
a pale blue clear sky.

so much,
i want to say,
but when i reach out to
touch the words,
then they are gone, glimpsed
but unspoken.

i have run out of
my everything to say
there is nothing here
in the space
behind my brownest eyes.


troubled by crushing blows,
of disbelief and utter disapointment;
literally i am quite the sight.
this mess of me,
broken-ego, wounded heart,unforseen

disappointment is the color of coffee-stained,broken edged
teeth, shadowed by chipping lipstick,
the color of imperfection but
i never claimedto be anything other…

than what i am/what i am not.
i just don’t get why people,
“follow” my blog or “like” it-
but when i just ask for one or two-
small comments…
pieces of feedback?

nobody ever answers.
i feel like i am shouting into the vast ;
blacken pit of the internet,
and there are no real people there,
just emptiness….

real folks talk the talk,
real folks walk the walk,
real folks do not “pretend to be nice”
just because it’s much too embrassing,
to have a God-honest-opinion,
about something.

I wrote yesterday, about asking for a
small favor-just a wee response on
how a website looked, 6 people clicked “like”
but nobody answered me at all….

no feedback-what so ever…

i want so much for this blog to be much more interactive,
where people may be brave enough,
not only to “like” something, just a click away-

but instead leave me a real folk comment,
a sentence on why or what made you like it?
Or if you think i suck, that’s ok too-please tell me,
so I know….

i’m graping at straws,
quite literally here.
Whats good about having a blog,
if no-one ever gives an feedback of
any shape or kind?

Did i ask too much?
I’m sorry, if i did.
I never thought we were friends ,
but, perhaps my mistake was thinking,
you were a friend to the written words,

these blood,sweat and tears,
i post pieces and fragments of my soul,
here all the time.

is anybody out there?
is anyone listening?
does anyone even read this stuff?
or do i just buzz by,
like another annoying blogger fly?