I don't care about popular belief but this is my take on tantra and tantric ***. Though I have never tried it and DON'T WANT TO because of my experience with its **** and from others I know. It's is an evil and degenerative thing to do. It more ***.
it sneaks up when you least need it to. it blocks your every thought and causes stress. it makes you forget all you ever knew. it feels so right yet you know the truth. it will only cause pain in the end. it takes away the life you had dreamt. all those past due assignments you must now amend because procrastination has become your friend.
I write this poem as I have school work waiting to get done.
There are a handful of vague words you should never use: this or these, in a non-specific way, good, bad, thing, something, anything, everything- but nothing is acceptable as there is often no alternative.
I miss: Daytime drinking and Lazy mornings and Student loans and Living with friends and Lecture theatres and Essay deadlines and Empty weekends and Fancy dress and Coffee on campus and Weeknight clubbing and Petty arguments and Academic writing and Walking into town and ****** TV and A queue for the shower and Un-ironed clothes and Library fines and Simpler times.
When i write The one hundred word essay Becomes a thousand within a blink Holy crap, how am i supposed to shorten this and not decline artistic quality?
I write my poetry like I write my school essays the words come out quickly on the page in a panic trying to meet the deadline trying to stay on point but my mind always drifts it drifts and the thoughts just
This isn't supposed to be any good, but I need to get used to writing and I'll hopefully get better.
