Well, it seems that all my time and creativity is being eaten alive by writing music for school. I'll get back to poetry when I can...eventually...------------------- |
Part 1-->Anytime
Life begins to show once more...
My real name I shall not concede.
This is the rule which I must heed...
Why won't you
Leave me behind...
Your love is like a troubadour
Who sings of prosperous times...
I stand and watch
Alone, my thoughts...
Next to the ocean, I awaken
Abandoned and forsaken...
The tree, it fell on all the people
Holding the young below them...
For Elena
I find, dear heart, on this twisting road...
Toward the ground, Sun finished its rounds
And with the hills did marry...
What is it you need?
Tell me your golden apprehension is worn and bent...
As everyone ran from the tidal wave that was fear, lies, and the unjust, someone stopped to think...No one ever saw them again... |
Now I am gone, |
Trust me, my life's goal is NOT to make you suffer. I swear. It's to laugh hysterically (and/or maniacally) at your expense, whether it be through bodily harm, Krispy Kreme donuts, or any other sort of kitchen utensil/appliance you can think of. |