Simple TimeThere was a time back when I was a child. A golden time, when there was time. Time for anything and everything. There was innocence and laughing And a curiosity without end.Simple Time
In this place, in this now... There is no time, there is no innocence. I'm confused and uneasy, But my dreams light my way. I'll reach them someday when there's time.
I love, I hate, I cry, I yearn for: Sometime simple, sometime easy. A time when all I had to do was live. It's not the responsibility in the now, oh no. It's the complications - the expectations. Moving fo
A hurricane mind, explode?Spinning, churning, flitting like a nervous bird. The rapid progression of music only I can hear. Get out of my mind, you incessant chatter. Clear, free; concepts only, flowing on and on. Stop! Cease! This is too much. Overload, overflow. Literary spew. Flim flam flew, I leave it up to you. What you do you'll do, and I'll do what I do. Swirling spinning. Freedom? Hah! I won't be labeled, I won't be held back. Except... I'm holding myself back. Fear, rejection, uncertainty. Will I lose what I have? Will I win what I crave? What is it that I desire? Alas,A hurricane mind, explode?
Black as coffeeI'll run away to where the smallest ray of light will never find me. Run away to where the path is clear as the strongest coffee. Maybe I'll return here someday; back to follow the path I've chosen. As it is, is as it was, as will ever be. I'll hide from the smallest ray of light. Hide 'till I can find someone to blow all the darkness far away. All at once, not bit by bit.Black as coffee
I've adjusted to the darkness, I can see clearly in my coffee world. The splashes of light, deluding me, hurting me. The dark is warm, rich, comforting.
When I find that personal sun, I'll spread my wings a
This Writing Sucks.The sun in the sky, the birds return. Here I sit,This Writing Sucks.
damned if I can learn.
This class is trash! Rubbish, filth! A useless class with a programming zealot.
I want to go outside. But outside is cold, harsh and unforgiving. Must be the only place not affected by global warming.
My heart, less so. It's warm, but empty. Sometimes I wrap up inside, sometimes I turn it to stone.
Figure out when, you'll win a prize. Why can't I love? I can only yearn.
Here I sit, damned if I can learn.
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