I've had all day to work.
Yet I procrastinate until the next– Until 3:30am. At 3:30 I'm so exhausted, I don't even feel alive anymore. It feels unreal. A dream. I haven't eaten for seven hours. I fear that going to the kitchen to fill myself Will awaken the family Out of their gentle sleep, And into my reality: ****. My task gives me so much anxiety. Fear. It's dreadful. Unbearable. I put it off. Until 3:30am. I don't think about it. I rid it from my mind. Until 3:30 am.
Eyes bluer than the ocean
Smile as warm as sunlight When we embrace She heals my soul– gentle, yet tight Lips redder than fuji apples Skin as pale as seafoam shore Everything about her I simply adore
There are books and children
But I’m stuck here day-long I compare it to prison So isn’t that wrong?
Deep in the evening
Time begins to slow When will it end? Does anyone really know? Too dehydrated to cry These hours feel like **** The sun begins to rise But it never really fell Temperature drops Body so cold These late nights Are getting old
I despise many people
Many people despise death. Therefore, I am death.
Chasing the clouds
In the morning sky. Picnics with lovers In the fields of rye.
We Are All Human;
Gender or Wealth, Religion or Race. If you disagree, Then you're a disgrace. Healthy or Disabled, Straight or ***. We Are All Human, So treat us that way.