It's been almost a month since I last posted something here, so I guess I'm just going to update.
I work at Nine West now
I wasn't allowed to come home for almost the past week
I have to pay my own tuition.
I'm not less stressed or depressed as I was before. I'm the same way.
Well, there you have it I guess. The boy came back from D.R. so I was excited to see him and he helped calm me down. I'm very dependent of him it seems. He's not very sentimental, but I like that. If I bitch, don't cry with me or hug me, just try to show me the up side of things I guess. Don't tell me other people have it worse, because knowing that the world is fucked up in other places isn't going to make me feel better of how it feels fucked up to me for about an hour each day.
Anyway, goodight. It's late. <3
PS. I don't like that blgger changed my way of writing. I like puttingthe paragraph on the other side of the page dammit.
Monday, November 30, 2009
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Sleeping Marble
Escaping behind my lids,
This is the only calm and solace,
Mind's racing for your bid,
Only empty-counter loveless.
Immobile in this tranquil feeling,
Pictures running in your head
Stories of the future, past, and teeming,
To relay themselves happily to bed.
Now prying out this hole,
Shaken back into "reality"
Existing the pure entity of a mole,
Is living what proves humanity?
With these naked eyes
What is viewed on the surface?
What possessions are really mine
Blurry visions are man-made.
My hands are empty now
Useless to this pick and ax
These creations don't deserve a wow
The thoughts that these create me are relaxed.
Talents drop like rain on a Sunday
Euphoria falls as winter night
Can I just reach this bed and lay?
I'm sick of this recurring plight.
This is the only calm and solace,
Mind's racing for your bid,
Only empty-counter loveless.
Immobile in this tranquil feeling,
Pictures running in your head
Stories of the future, past, and teeming,
To relay themselves happily to bed.
Now prying out this hole,
Shaken back into "reality"
Existing the pure entity of a mole,
Is living what proves humanity?
With these naked eyes
What is viewed on the surface?
What possessions are really mine
Blurry visions are man-made.
My hands are empty now
Useless to this pick and ax
These creations don't deserve a wow
The thoughts that these create me are relaxed.
Talents drop like rain on a Sunday
Euphoria falls as winter night
Can I just reach this bed and lay?
I'm sick of this recurring plight.
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