Blue ink was no friend
Blue ink was the most boring plan
For the trees and hills Suzy ran
When Mama came with a stick in her hand
For months and years Suzy despaired
This forced acquaintance she wished to be spared
This Hulk of a character Mama'd personify
This waste of time, she knew not why
I just wanna be free, Suzy lamented
An uproarious laughter, with which she was greeted
Why do you act all so tormented, said this voice
Without blue ink, you will be mistreated
How do you carve a path of your own
How do you enforce a right you wouldn't have known
How do you right a wrong you don't condone
How do you condone life when left alone
To the books and pages Suzy ran
Devouring much material in the given span
In a solid colour, she saw a world of wonder
In its simple strokes, there was no more to be coaxed
In happiness and despair, Suzy was elevated
In health and sickness, she knew to be liberated
In company and solitude, Suzy was educated
In wealth and poverty, she knew she had profited
Blue ink had granted her the highest of privileges
For to live well, is to live with choice
A coveted privilege, with which we rejoice
Still I remember
skip class and went to beach
to see band performing
Still I remember
ditch science computer to canteen
to see you eating
I do everything in highschool except studying
and left with neither you or good grades.
I want to study the universe,
I love it so much that it makes me happy when I think of it.
I get curious what's happening everyday.
Yes, I want to study the universe,
But I don't want to be an astronomer,
Because the universe that I want to study is Youniverse.
"I been calling your name in this universe. But I need no space, I got youniverse"-Namjoon from Heartbeat.
I have so many tests to study for,
Yet I'm sitting here, wishing to die.
I have so many things to do,
But all I do is mentally cry.
A "poem" every day.
(Just a quick one today)
Me: *Has a test tmorrow that I still have to study and homework for 6 subjects that I still have to do.
Also me: *Decides to watch an entire DEH bootleg at 22:45
And then we're wondering why my grades are so bad
A "poem" every day.
There’s little alarm
Brought on by
Spitting its scream at 6:15.
For a moment I was free
From the trouble that is me
Or is it the work that is never truly done?
Nowadays it’s hard to tell.
I should prepare for the day
And break the cycle of dismay
Get ready for what needs to be done,
But I did my time
Last night until 2:09
So I deserve ten more minutes of ignorant bliss.
But the textbook by my head
And the notebooks on my bed
Remind me of what more I should’ve done
An A on a test
Is worth one less hour of rest
But my brain had decayed to an catatonic state.
6:45 and I’m already behind
Just with my first action of the day
I break out of bed
Pull a shirt over my head
Try and fail to hide the circles beneath my eyes
I need to succeed
So I answer my own pleas
For rest with empty replies,
“Work harder, plan more,
Get it done and just ignore
That feeling of needing to stop
For a few minutes
And just finally
Think of nothing.”
Now it’s 7:15
I take my advil with caffeine
Leave the house
And do it all over again.
Sometimes I want to hold.
Sometimes I want to be held.
I'd rather not ruminate upon her face, study it on the canvas in my mind, because I am reminded of the distance between us, separated by seas of immeasurable volume, not unlike my fidelity.
No placemarker could ever feel the same.
There has never been such serenity as the time she let my fingers play in her hair, and dance along her forhead, while she was resting beside me in a bed that was too large for the room.
Did she feel the quickening of my pulse? My recess was not timorous, but rather love, respect, and desire to be who she needed.
It was later that I learned
I waited long and lost my turn.
Energy never dies,
But it changes like the ocean tide.
Like I, evaporated to the sky.
Like she, wonderment in definition."
I wrote the poem this afternoon. The title is just because I cannot think of a decent one. I get busy so I don't write as much poetry as I used to.
Is one type of friendship
to facilitate each other’s
joy and happiness?
who play tennis together:
who help each other study:
The Rain is falling and
The Heart of Mine is Thine
The Cuckoo calling
The Rain is Falling
The Flowers playing Hide and seek
The parakeets dancing at Wastoorwan peak
My Heart meeting your Heart
The downpour crossing the Heat
The nimbus is falling
Silence is the language of Love
And only good time is Now
Love is all we need in life
I am studying.
I am dying from exams.
I should get some sleep.
Don't you just love exams?
I hate it
I'm reposting this cause I just finished my bio exam