Upon this poem I entertain relief, From an uncertain journey with lack of reprieve. A prayer delivers the same result, A warmth in my being, an absolving of fault. My thoughts are freed from their hampered state, No longer caged by triviality or the dullness of fate. Daily routine had exiled imagination, But with this escape my thoughts upend reputation. The daily grind had dampened my soul, But looking toward heaven I envision being whole. So small a thing to provide such release, So fleeting a moment in a life so deplete. But it’s just enough to keep madness at bay, These times that I write and those times that I pray.
there were things we wouldn't do neither for love nor for money
but what about when we have to chose for love or for money?
WAKE UP! IT'S FOUR A.M.! YOU NEED TO GET OUT THERE! SMILE AT PEOPLE YOU ARE AN ADULT! AND YOU HAVE BILLS TO PAY! R E S P O N S I B I L I T Y
i miss you i haven't seen you in weeks maybe months
we grow up and it's no longer whole weekends spent at ease but phone calls snatched after work
**** you adulthood
and we still play pretend call each other different names but these are different days and far worse growing pains
WAKE UP! YOU HAVE BILLS TO PAY! PEOPLE WHO YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT TO IMPRESS!
**** this ******* life who demands we chose money over love.
daily grind includes: explaining why you're college aged and not in college, remaking someone's coffee drink that costs more than i make in an hour and pushing aside a clawing sense of loneliness when you crawl into your twin sized bed at nine pm. stressed out by twenty one pilots was my jam when i was seventeen and now it's even more my jam at twenty. i just miss my friends