Im Sooo Misterunderstood's blog: "rantnravings of a man gone mad"

I'm locked out of love, please let me in , i shall no longer pretend

i see that you still have your key, open the door, so that i can mend

i have done all i can, and still it wont budge , it just won't open for me

i know what i said , I'm done for good , and I tossed away my key

But I'm locked out of love ,I left on my own ,yet I still hear its call

I just can't seem to block it out, nor can I get through this wall,

helpless ,hopeless, anger just doesn't even begin to explain,

why did I toss away ,my only key,I must have been insane,

but I'm back, and feeling better after being reminded just how much,

I need love in my life, like a one legged racer, needs a fucking crutch,

or cane, or staff, a walking stick, I'm so useless with out affection,

i thought it best to discard my key, foolishly for my protection,

but I'm locked out of love ,and life to me now ,is not as it should be,

I'm locked out of love, if you let me in ,that would mean the world to me..

The people call him laughing boy with a painted smile on his face

Simply because he has this title he gets invitations to every place.

He doesn’t seem to mind at all when they call him character or clown.

He always has a smile to share when someone’s feeling down

But truly he doesn’t like to be alone

try reading between the lines

he plays the part of Laughing boy but when he’s alone he cries…

I pour my heaart out like a broken clocks guts to get a better view

I our out my heart to make it better but really I have no clue

What I am looking to fix I know it's broken but how to repair

I pour my heart out to hear your thoughts pretending I am not aware

A fool in love is a fool indeed in need of a lesson or two

I proved my self to be this fool for no one else but you

I poured my heart out and there it sat you chuckled and passed it by

like a trash can full of flys not once or twice but every time I try

and every single time I pick it back up and shove it in my chest 

I ' ve poured out y heart for the very last time you have shown me it's for the best

If you were packaged and shipped to be sold, C&H would soon be poor

From the inside of that beautiful toned skin , deep inside to the core

If measuring you was a job to be done, and it was left up to me

one drop of your sweat would be sweet enough, for any recipe

If we were caught out in the rain, I would lose all my clothing to help

cover my love from head to toe, to be sure that she did not melt

and if you did I would lick the ground clean, as if it were my dish

as the world watched they need not know, this was our final kiss

If I could take all the birthday wishes and combine them to make one wish

they would all be combined , so that I could find out how , you got as sweet as this

a stretching yawning bumbling fool

up with the morning sun

he struggles to focus and gather whats needed

for his day has just begun

enough time to finish off a hot meal

and wipe away eye drool

he grabs his bag double checks his books

then this lad is off to school

he did ok in science and math

history was some what of a mystery

yet he some how managed a c+

in that the one true source of him misery

the English language, the nouns pronouns proverbs

it all made him sick

the teacher just looked at him her only advice

maybe you should just quit

before disappointment before even trying

and he almost listened that moment of denying

dieing

inside for if she was right

that would mean the end of his dream

she consoled him by adding your quite good in math

but that hurt even more it would seem

years past no more class for our lad his math skills pay bills hes nearly reached the age of 30

he often thinks of the low class teacher

who onces deemed him unworthy

and he still scripts from time to time

he so loves his pen and pad

he visions his mission a success in his eyes

a writer i am proclaims this lad

what is wrong with my hands they move on their own as if they were possesed

hammering out yet another short , yet rest is what I suggest

they wont listen to me I need to sleep but some how between wrist and mouth

I have a bad connection perhaps I need to just cut both these bad boys off

????

they heard THAT I think they stopped moving for a second and then again , maybe not

the left extended a finger at me ...like idle threats is all that I've got

while the right did a drum roll , as if he was waiting , comunicating with his life long comrade

my head is so heavy , my eyes want to close so I will rest them on the mouse pad

if someone could please help me figure out how , to make them cooperate

with the rest of my being , I am seeing no peace , and it's getting pretty late

im suprised though it seems , I have control of the keys they hit yet they wont stop typing

they are happy it seems as long as im up wide awake and I contiue writing

so this is my cry for help from you all SOS mayday help a man!!!

someone out there please send back up or something anything but lending a hand

it maybe a disese that you too can catch and then we'd both be up that ole creek

I need food and rest guys come on please lets go to bed I just want a little sleep...

you claim love ,

for me ,

for life ,

for us ,

but I don't believe

I claim love ,

for you ,

for us ,

but I wear my heart on my sleeve

to be with you in front of all ,

that snicker ,

 that point ,

that have no clue

that I see them ,

  waisting time

out there own little lives,

but I am always focused on you

like walking and breathing ,

like swimming and getting wet ,

like getting lost inside your eyes

like singing a song ,

after we've made love all day ,

it's like living to be alive

with out you I would shatter ,

broken beyond repair

yet I am steel encased in thick concrete ,

as long as you are there

by my side ,

my life ,

my everything , no

one can do me harm

for the rest of my days ,

our days ,

as one ,

connected arm in arm

we claim each other ,

in the dark ,

in our minds ,

in our world ,

we make such a fuss

though I wonder if ,

it is us who claims love ,

or does love

stake claim to us...

12:05 AM ain bed but not asleep//

you've been bad all day long suddenly the floor has creeked//

the closet door has been left open suddenly you start to think//

your eyes peeled open all the way you are too afraid to blink//

Who is there you say aloud of course no answer back//

you see two eyes glowing by but maybe it's your cat//

I'm not scared is the only thing your brain can conger up//

but it's friday the 13 and a full moon you're damned to have bad luck//

nothings specail about today you believe that all you can//

but tonights the night all bad little kids meet up with the boogie man