9:08 PM
Edit This
I don't study.
who am I kidding?
I don't even sleep.
Hazy day life.
Burning through the last bit.
Quick, fast, brilliant.
Shooting star.
Make a wish.
Open your eyes.
It will all be ok.
(Whispered rumors of a better tomorrow.)
2:48 PM
Edit This
She caught the music in her fist
Intercepted the Radio Receiver
High-jacked an eight track and plugged in
Symphonies breathing soley for her
Pitches rising, harmonies combining
Mythical, slow, brilliantly floating on
Her soul steals across the sky
Soaring to cresencdos
Flailing to fast notes
Her languid arms lull
when the rythm fully falls
Into something slower
Gradually fading
into oblivion:
Another day done
12:10 PM
Edit This
Lost, alone, and in love...
I don't really know what I'm supposed to be doing so I sleep, study, sleep, study, sleep, study...dreaming to wake up from it all. Things shouldn't end this way.
Lost, alone, and in love...
