Health is stuffy and boring
I cannot focus at all
Not one task better to do
Than stare at blank wall

Droning on and on
That door far away
Is it bad that I do not understand
A single word or phrase you say?

Zoning off into distance
Mind up in the sky
I am not paying attention
And I'm not gonna try

Torture is a waste of time
And I am not the only one
Who is waiting for the bell to ring
And class to be done

Time goes by slowly
My brain wearing down
This madness so dulling
I would rather drown

Wait and hope silently
Anxious shuffle in my weary head
Still the teacher carries on
I do not know what's being said

It is cold and I am tired
Wish I could get out
Outside sit patient, quietly
Inside I scream and shout

This poem ***** I know
What can I say?
I am just wasting time
Til the school bell rings today

Digging out the history
he created a new story
which suited his creativity
used all the evidence
to his benefit
to get the required popularity
praises for his credibility
and no rings and bones
are opposing it.

beards trimmed nicely
love sees beyond bigotry

rings sealed with a kiss

It's my day off

even-though so was yesterday I feel I deserve a rest.

I cleaned the washroom
I did my reading
I even exercised in the basement,
a little longer than usual.
Man am I great!


Then comes the lazy hesitance,
"this is not the end, begin."


Content with what I've done. I can do no more,

Well I could but I think I'll just play video games.


the lazy hesitance with a silent call a draw to do,
"one more thing"


Be wise with these urges it could steer me wrong, again!

But it says, "go out", not **** your neighbor.


The heavy lazy hesitance,
coupled with the silent push to do one more,
"just go out the door, just out the door that's all honest."


"It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don't keep your feet, there's no knowing where you might be swept off to."


I dunno, should I go jogging?

an
lie
who
gets
hurt
first
why
are
you
so long winded
replied the truth


hault
who goes there
she has my mind
never mind
she was
just
another
looking
for
what
she thought was truth
?

















...
..
.

Silver flame burn in her eyes
as she tries to hold back her tears
Dark shining fires  
shooting like spears
beating beats of fear.

Rain drops falling the greyness
in the field, by the river
shine of the diamond
devoid of the glitter
slowly the sparks die.

Rings don't bond them back
unstretched the spring
broken ties, empty hearts
unopened carts
but a game of cards.

Moved back in position
dreading the new season
searching the reasons
blaming themselves
in those eerie silences.

Fighting themselves to break
but trying in hearts another stitch
the tear too large
a very hard wreck
unlikely to be any merger.