The flames lick the wood, yet it does not catch fire
A drop of water occasionally falls from the leaves above, still wet from yesterday's rain.
Headphones cover the ears of a girl who is tired of listening
The hammock slowly rocks back and forth, it's motion so slight one hardly notices
The music blares on as her anger slowly diminishes while tears fall
Smoke floats by on a zephyr.
The embers gradually cool and the pulsing glow disappears into black ash
Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 11:58 PM UTC
Each passing day is spent
With an early awakening
Followed by another morning realizing nothing fits right
And straight off towards the long right hallways
Clogged with moving obsticles on the racecourse for rushing from class to class
Blocks of time set aside to try to stay awake
A short break is offered at lunch where there is a quick relief
Then it's off to the mad races again
Shipped home I'm left grabbing quick food
and spending the hours that stretch into the night in solitude
Despite it all life seems great.
Friends accompany in the mad dashes, and offer much-needed laughs
But it's just a matter of time until something cracks
I can already feel the fissure forming on the fragile stone walls
The clock is slowly counting down to self distruct
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 11:13 PM UTC
Lately I've been chasing an impossible dream.
The dream that things actually work out.
I've had my taste of what life could be like,
Surrounded by great friends, a guy I actually have a chance with
It was all too good to be true
Everything has sunken into a void of nothingness.
I talk too much about myself but there's nothing else to say
Won't someone else please bring up something to talk about?
He has grown distant and I don't know how to act.
Something happened one day and it all changed
That weekend had been perfect but here it never happened
Everything was too good to be true
Nothing was meant to last
The cycle begins again,
I can see it all drift away
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 11:15 PM UTC
I have so much to say that I fear if I let myself talk
word will just spill out like a never ending river
Whether anyone listens doesn't matter
It's just writing is never enough,
if I attempted to write all I wanted to say
I would never stop writing
But for now I'll just keep patiently asking questions
the words inside building up
Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 9:18 PM UTC
All I ever want to do is make you smile
I'm so sorry for bringing up a painful past
Dec 8, 2013
Dec 8, 2013 at 10:23 PM UTC
The more you understand how school works, and not just like "ew, I don't like homework" the more you realize what a scam it is. You work for grades, that doesn't even show if you actually understand the subject. And then you have to learn a TON of stuff you seriously will never use. I understand music, English, biology(for me because of doctor stuff) and math(to a very certain degree) and speech and Spanish.
However, we have to learn stuff about parabolas which you only use if you are an engineer or scientist(maybe) and then we waste hours of our life just sitting in a classroom and studying instead of bring out in the world making a difference, which is what I want to do.
And grades... If someone gets c or a b are they stupid? Maybe they just knew they would never use this Information and didn't try, being smart and living instead of wasting hours if their short life. Parents know that grades aren't good measurements, and yet they put so much emphasis on them! Because they, *** this is so stupid, they DETERMINE our whole future!!!! Why aren't we worrying about the kids in drugs and *** and in gangs??? But no, we have to worry for your future that you got a b on a test.
Please tell me how that makes any sense!
Nov 18, 2013
Nov 18, 2013 at 9:09 PM UTC
Maybe someday I'll figure myself out
Emerge from this muddled state of mind
With some form of understanding
of where I am going,
What my destination is
What my intended purpose is
But for now I'm wandering
through this infinate maze in my mind
where each dead end is a new idea or emotion
Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 10:46 PM UTC
Why worry about what other people think about you
She the only opinion that matters is your own on yourself
Just be the best you can on your own and whoever can't handle that
well, that's their problem.
Nov 16, 2013
Nov 16, 2013 at 10:44 PM UTC
We never really need to know everything about a person
Their deepest worries, their darkest secrets, their most personal emotions.
And yet we spend so much of our time trying to find all his out
For what purpose?
Inadvertently, we are stealing a little piece of their life from them
It doesn't benefit us, we don't need to obsess, yet we do.
Maybe because we want to know that others feel the same way we do,
Maybe we just need to know that others have dark lasts as well
But don't we know this either way?
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 5:58 PM UTC
I want to be able to write a symphony,
something that touches the hearts of others,
something so beautiful you want to be a part of it.
But there is too much anger inside
resentment, frustration, rebellion
to ever stop and calm myself down
just long enough to write down
all the perfection I can see in the world
in little pockets of time
Nov 8, 2013
Nov 8, 2013 at 10:33 PM UTC