The weird thing with boredom
Is that it always only occurs
When one has quite a lot
Of actual things things to do.
Like right now,
I am writing
Maybe getting a couple of likes
When I should be studying
So I don’t get a grade
That makes me go “Yikes!”
Like right now I feel deprived
Of things to do,
I think it’s cause one gets easily bored
With what’s right in front of you.
Because why not.
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)
I got a F for my test
A "poem" every day
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.
Don't try to test my patience
And my trust,
Because it's like you're
Testing the water,
By cutting it with a knife,
And I can assure you,
It won't work.
Don't test my limits.
This thing I must do
It is something new
I’m not pleased with it
Honestly, it makes me spit
But I must do what’s best
I must take this test
To be away from what I want most
To be torn from my dose
Of your attention and care
Oh, how is this fair?
My brain must come first
Such is this curse
The fight to think clearly
I want it so dearly
You’ve fogged my sight
Caused such delight
I’ve grown too attached
I must get unlatched
I will miss you so
But I must grow
Stronger for us
No need to fuss
It is only for a short while
Lets consider two territories
One for the good, and one for the bad
One we could inherit
One we once had
Well let me explain lad
There are camps established at the border of both
Seven billion lined up for food reliefs and clothes
We are meant to fight this war that we think is not ours
But we need to leave where we are and live who finally empower
Who finally allows us roofs for the nights
Who finally makes the future bright,
With new lights.
But if the fight is between good and the bad
Wouldn’t you be mad
If bad takes over
Cz eventually you will return to where you came from
Answer for the choices from the options you choose from
And the smart could tell
The bad is all about luxury
And the dreams to sell
Wiping all out the misery
But a road to hell
And a trap you fell
The tests you failed
All the signs availed you
God gave everything before the tests began
God never taught you to lie
Who do you deny?
The one who could design a fly?
Things you cannot even try?
God gave everything for free
Even when you were labelled as a refugee
At the borders, between the bad and the good
Allowing we, to choose what we should
But he knows what we would
And the wise will rise the ranks
Grow in size after all the tries
Get back the status of soul of the pure but through a worthy redemption.
This is not our home. Just small camps of those in exile. Little caves of nomads. Shelter for refugees.
All you need to do is, PASS THE TEST
The battle of your own.
I keep reviewing the text message you sent.
I’m stuck on backwards literally bent.
I try to look the other way and become distant.
But far away you still appear.
With the phone in my hand you still feel near.
I’m surprise that I actually care.
We weren’t even friends yet.
I guess that trial was just a test.
It ended short but I guess for the best.
Just the other day you sent a “Hello” text.
Not sure if I wanted to respond or just ignore.
I couldn’t go back how things were before.
A mystery I felt it in my core.
I’m an adventurous I felt the need to explore.
If I didn’t my wondering mind would of been at war.
Full of “what if?” or “what if nots?”.
What did that person want that they already got.
I tried to move on and forget what I forgot.
One day I was hurt and the next day I was not.
But then you sent that text just wondering what’s next....
Waiting on A Next Text