Thoughts on the Cloud

I am miserable
I have no friends here
Besides this girl from Wyoming.
I hate the college I'm going to
and I wish I was in Chicago
or NYC
Or someplace
that'd be better for me.

Their are no opportunities here
"Grab your application at McDonalds!"
No one reads good books
or cares for great literature.

My piano friends from last year left.

Alone

Sound
breaks loneliness.
Cutting your thoughts
Pandora, Spotify Netflix.
Cut through this hangery

Is it enough?

A Blank Room

I sit in a blank room
No shadows of people
No sound
Stark white walls tower above me
My eyes grope their way up and meet
the equally white ceiling.
Blank.
Blank.
Blank.
A listless Saturday night
Falling into history
Nothing done, nothing gained
Time lost
All the same.

The worn leaflets of my past,
memories;
crowd my thoughts.

But in the real world
I'm
Blank.
Blank.
Blank.