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Sir B Oct 2014
That night
It was so cold
But i was so warm
We had just finished dancing
Had a hug after
And more and more
I didnt feel like letting you go
But i knew i had to

But that dance
Your hands on my shoulders
Mine around your waist
Just us slowly turning
While watching others
Its a dance to remember
And the picture after
One that shouldnt be forgotten
October 18th 2014 - Homecoming
Sir B Sep 2014
See,
everyone is meant for someone
And people find them

But not me
Because i am just evil inside out
Knowing what needs to be done
But not acting on it
Knowing how it should be done
But failing at it

I am but evil inside and out
Just emotions. This refers to things like XC, Homecoming, exams, everything
Sir B Sep 2014
The world is a weird place
once you believe in thrashing your body up for a day*
other times
you just don't want to risk it

sometimes you want to punch through walls
sometimes you want to just sit next to people
and talk

other times you just want to be yourself
and sometimes you dont want to be ostracized
the world be a weird place
*This refers to today's Cross Country meet, I wanted to just go all out and see how badly i would get injured (I didn't) but this week's been so crazy with emotional pain (at times), psychological and physical (full time) and just broke me down this time. Can't let this happen..
Sir B Sep 2014
There is nothing than
A purposeless man











Who is lost and dead
Just some poetry, i maybe talking about myself…
Sir B Aug 2014
Run
I feel like running,
till my heart is going to die,
till my lungs ache, muscles burn, adrenaline still racing,
I want to run from this place to nowhere in particular
Just somewhere else
Late night sunday poetry, school starts soon…
Sir B Aug 2014
I think i have realized
That everything is out to get you
And it stings badly
But movement is the way of life
And considering every one of us as stars
Of our own little shows is the most important aspect
Of understanding the way of life

Sometimes movement
Sometimes support
Sometimes being a support
Just something after band camp
Sir B Jul 2014
I found out today
That I carry around chainmail
Similar to the Knights during The Middle Ages
But its more unreal
It protects me
And tells me not to spill my emotions
Similar to protecting the knight

It holds everything throughout the day
And at night
Everything within me crumbles.
I take off this "chainmail"
And i go into those dark alleys of my mind
Some with no escape
I try escaping with my plentiful books
They sometimes work

Other times its hell upon myself
My friends, and i regret it every time
But its a cycle I fail to stop
Unlike my real bike which failed me yesterday

This chainmail, its good and all
But I wish I didnt have to remove it
I dont want to make my friends suffer
But they still do.
I learnt to bottle it up…
Like thats going to help.

Just, need kevlar or something
This thought came to me this morning July 1st 2014, so yea. US lost in FIFA, guess that could be expected.
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