have some sympathy, or empathy,
or not,
muster up the natural energy, up the barometic
pressure, see?
who cares...
oh, have a great day, okay a good day
spend it out and about in your neighbourhood,
or just have a day,
if you feel that way,
but not to strongly
don't take me wrongly,
I care, not what you think
of me,
you think of me?
                      de-light-ful,
                       midnight nears,
I don't care to go to bed,
I will take a rock for a pillow intsead,
matters not,
could care less
doing NaPoWriMo on Word Press
again this year,
but I know you have let gravity go
embraced apathy by the toe,
and it won't holler so you
won't let go, so this is it,
I end it here, apathetically yours...

Morning world
Morning sunshine
Morning sadness and happiness
Morning people who we love
Lets keep it simple dear people :)

If there were salt crystals
To represent every single
Thing I didn't know,
And if I placed those crystals
In the sea
There would no longer be
Any oceans
And the marine life would die
The weather would
Change
All too suddenly
And the temperature would
Too
All life on Earth
Would most likely die
Because
Ignorance kills

I am the rat.
There are always
roads that I can take,
and always
new places to be explored.
I am compact,
and I can
fit wherever I
want to go.
There is always
a surplus of food and
I eat well.
But sometimes,
the food is poison
and I am left with only
my dying breaths.
Some passages lead me only to
being hit with a broom.
I am called
filthy and disgusting.
But still
I find myself
smiling when I
wake because
it's **** well worth it being the rat.
-ignis

Day and night I study for my exams
Draining out the might from my body
Tell me the use of tests
Which are like everyday pests

this morning
as i groggily rolled onto my back
and felt the weight of the blanket draped across my body
i briefly thought you were lying atop me
my face buried in your shoulder
my lips gently pressing against your neck
and then quickly gravitating downwards
repeatedly kissing the spot where your neck and shoulder meet
so as to make you shiver against me
and smile brighter than the morning sun
snuggling against me more
so that i could wrap my arms and lift my legs around you
both of us sleepy but bathed in the morning light

and so i laid there
for two minutes past my alarm
lost in the everlasting euphoria that just the thought of you can bring
wishing that maybe
just maybe
i was only dreaming that you weren't there

Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea.

But such a tide as moving seems asleep.
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;

For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far.
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have cross'd the bar.

                                                              *Alfred Tennyson