every night

i am here every night though i don't always write cuz sometimes (or maybe most) i believe nobody cares and maybe that is justified because there's no one by my side so why not give up the ghost on sharing when nobody shares la la la la la la la la la la la... don't be depressed, it's only lonely... you might even know someone who cares... don't be upset, it's only lonely... you might even be someone who shares... but here we are again after the blogging stops in the middle of the night when sleep's other shoe drops... and wishes do not wake anyone so i am here... every night... even when i don't appear to be... here... every night... only lonely...

here?... where?...

i want to share but no one's here so once again i write... i want to share, hey are you there?... i'm calling you tonight... i want to share, oh fudge, i want fudge too... would you share if i had fudge?... do you have fudge?... where?

to share

i wish someone was here to share
after the evening ends
i wish someone was here to share
just like true best friends
i wish someone was here to share
everything like i do
i wish someone was here to share
maybe it could be you

wanting to share

that's when i come here... after the blogging is done and there's still no one with whom i can share, wanting to share when no one is here to share - wonder - does anyone care?... does not seem so when the lights are low and no one is here and all i want to do is show someone i care wanting to share when no one is there, i come here...

alone again, but is it really natural?

as if anyone cares, aye?... i babbled on for years, i wrote letters with all my heart and imagination and devotion to reading and understanding and communicating with people... i care actively, giving away most everything just to help others because it feels good to see others smile... i write rhymes... i even write a daily blog about daily stuff that may seem self-indulgent or boring, but i do it because i want to share life with someone... and still, alone again... here, in the afterblog, i wonder why...

sometimes a rhyme

after the blog is over
after the fun is gone
i'm left alone with my reason
one dream lets me carry on
sharing the time together
after the world goes to sleep
someone will someday be here
that is the promise i keep

after the blog is over
when all the writing is done
i am still ready for sharing
i am still ready for fun
until someone arrives here
i'll just enjoy life myself
and leave a dream in the afterblog
just one more rhyme on my shelf

alone

here i sit so all alone
with no one to talk to and no one to phone
i'll search to find, for there must be
someone as lonely just looking for me

awakening

it's worse when you wake up to find there's no one listening to your mind and all the world is fast asleep and loneliness becomes too deep and for all the words upon the shelf you might as well just play with yourself...

the after blogs

even though i should be asleep because i have to pitch both games of a double header (softball) tomorrow and it's going to be hot, here i sit pondering why i love the night and do not want to sleep, but would rather enjoy the dark, the silence, and wish for someone who was like me in loving to share it...

when all the blogs are writ and done
and all have gone to bed
there is still so much more writing
going on in my head
and sometimes i just lay down counting
stucco on the walls
but sometimes i come here to share
what i hear in late night calls

the after blogs, after all the blogs are done
when there is still hunger for more fun
the after blogs, when the others are fast asleep
when there are still idea that just won't keep

you'll find them on the tree of madness
and on the left side of right
if you know where to look
maybe i'll see you tonight
if you know where to look

after the blogging is done

what can i do
what can i say
no one is here
it's been this way for so long now
i may have forgotten how
to share
but how to know with no one here

after the blogging is done