It's nearly midnight
On another Monday's eve
And I have so much work left undone
Yet the first thought on my mind
Is of your sleeping form
And that perfume you always wear
And the way you'd lace your fingers
Through mine and press your lips
To my hand before whispering "goodnight"

I should be working on something
But the first thought on my mind
Is of you
As is the second
And all that follow

I didn't do my homework
But you can say
That I tried
Tomorrow they will notice
My latest rebellious behavior

It annoys me a lot
Because no one ever asks why
Why did our straight A girl didn't succeed
Not this time?

I wish they would ask
Then they would see
That I am no rebellion

I'm actually just being me.

A steaming mug between my hands
Paper littered around me
I sit, forehead creased,
in my balcony.
I see the sky and the ground
and I'm simply floating in between.

Rolling a pen
between my fingers
watching the hills
they look greener than ever
I'd like to sleep
I'd like to read
But homework does
bind me.

This is procrastination,
level: extreme.

Sitting there, my dread began to descend,
I knew, in that moment, that this was the end.
The end of all things, the end of my world,
My sentence proclaimed, my doom was heard.
My head on my knees, my cries soon resound,
Yet my pleas went unheard, not one made a sound.
Surely judgement would be better than this,
The punishment is too hard, something must be amiss.
But no, I heard it right,
My sentence is real, there will be no more light.
I will lift my head high, they will not see me stumble,
I will be strong right now, I will not fumble.
I will accept this fate with a head held high,
I will wear a fake smile as I do in a lie.
So I get up with a hand stretched out,
And accept my homework without even a shout.

All the people who care for me
Telling me who to be
Taking over reality
Please can I just be free

All the hard work I despise
Just for one prize
A letter for my grade
I think I'm going insane.

do your very best,
To beat the rest
To ace that test
No time for rest.

I'm tired of those words
That make me go absurd
And I will be heard
When your opinions will be demurred

Please splatter me onto the pavement
like
sunday morning jelly on toast.
I can examine each
single
blade of grass from this sweet high
but all I’m asking for is some **** sleep.

October 24, 2013 10:02 am

My school work has prevented
Me from being able to do
Any yoga lately
And I feel like crap

A long day of school over
Then volleyball. Piano lessons
Or voice lessons
Or a recital Or an audition or a festival
(Which I should be having fun with
But I don't because all I can think about
Is the work
I have afterwards.)
I finish late at night
Try to cram in some social medias
I go to bed wicked late.

Then no time to even be clean
Until today I swear I hadn't taken
A shower in at least 3 days

And in the morning
In so tired I can't even
Get ready on time and I'm late for school
Or miss the bus
Or have to Sprint to the bus

There's no time to do my yoga
Or anything else for that matter
Because of school
And it goes like this again
Everyday during the week...