IRONY

Fade out.
Fade away.
Into invisibility...
So you don't have to feel.
Like getting stabbed,
Your heart gasps,
And the pain spreads.
So you are alive after all...
Isn't it ironic?
You can only feel it when it hurts?

Numb out.
Numb away.
Into nothingness...
So you don't have to feel.
Like suffocating,
You gasp for air.
So you are alive after all...
Isn't it ironic?
You can only feel it when you can't breathe?

And you wish your nerves
                    didn't work so well.
So you wouldn't know...
Your veins cry out --
                "Please Stop! We can't take it anymore!"
Isn't it ironic?
You can only feel...
                    when you can't take it anymore?

Poetic Spam

This is quite unorthodox, me posting a non-poem poem to this particular blog. But someone (Jackqueline Shala of lefiie19xlr at netsol.net) sent me the following. It was, naturally, a spam. But very poetic... so I couldn't stop myself from posting it. Thank you Jackqueline, whoever you are...
-- Vav

supposed to different anything development,
raise not companion?
suddenly least wrong find arms.
whom light love side did.
beautiful arms off music respect wanted.
wanted happened speaking least respect bad?
few pride human again respect gym?
you wife speaking we gym fire.
hard reference he.

PS: The email subject line was entitled "XP PRO, OFFICE 2003 AND ALL AT ONLY $12-60 EACH, WE GIVE U LICENSE light". Strange thing, the internet is... Makes you think about AI and computers painting. What about poetry???