When it's that dead part of the day between afternoon and evening
After lunch but not quite time for dinner so you can't chase it away with food.
Usually a Sunday.
Or at night when you're the only one awake and have already watched a film.
Something needs to be done coz you don't want to sleep
But it's too late for another.
The big picture slaps you in the face and puts you in your place
And the atmosphere feels like Lost in Translation
You sit down,
And look around
And end up writing something like this.
Apr 8, 2012
Apr 8, 2012 at 1:46 PM UTC
I want to truly have
What I feel I understand
But my mind is tied down.
I'm a bit more than most but nothing special.
I see it and that makes it so much harder
That I almost wish I could not.
To be like those who do not care
Who don't see past the next day
Who ask for more than their share
And repeat what others had to say
Would it be better?
Would my dissatisfaction away?
But even that is a lie
The truth is I don't mind
Most of the time
I don't mind
Nov 9, 2011
Nov 9, 2011 at 5:37 PM UTC
I believe in standstills
And in silent suffering
I believe in idleness
And in not getting up on time
I believe in difference
And that we are all just the same
I believe in staying in and in dancing in the rain
And even though I hate gay lines I just wrote one of the cheesiest in the world.
I believe in literature
And that most of it is ****
I believe in music
And that most of it is ****
I believe in me
And that I'm as false as you
I believe that I am false
I'm hoping you all are too
Nov 9, 2011
Nov 9, 2011 at 5:30 PM UTC
He announced with a sneer
'Now listen here,
all you sinners that can hear
Explain to me how
you'll plead when making
pornographic movies;
plastic ******* swear words... nasty things
when the lord calls upon you
offering the forgiveness he brings? '
'He'll send you to hell! '
'He'll punish you well! '
'You don't stand a chance, what you're doing! '
The crowd raved and screamed
Faith high esteemed
until a young man in the back
laughed.
Nov 9, 2011
Nov 9, 2011 at 3:20 PM UTC
On the bus,
the other day.
I saw a man who had nothing to say.
He was talking on his phone outloud, everyone could hear.
I never get that.
How can people be so open?
Are you one of those people?
Do you talk like that on purpose, trying to show the world who you are?
Like you do with your clothes and hair and music
This is ME, Look, I'm fun/interesting/intelligent
I'm a little quirky, I don't give a **** I fit in
I BELONG
You what?
I BELOOOONNNGGGG
Or is it just where you came from, your family?
They were open - they were loud and confident so so are you.
I guess, like most things, it's a bit of both
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I listened but as I said he had nothing to say.
So I looked to my music and pressed play <=========Super Cool Rhyming, So good at poetry
- to listen to more people with nothing to say.
But at least the way they said it sounded good
Nov 9, 2011
Nov 9, 2011 at 3:09 PM UTC