Maybe I should grunt... would that make me more impressive?

Just for you ( Read more... )

I'm tired of reading about problems, thinking about problems, tired of seeing problems... tired of anything that is a problem... and this is a problem. I like my apathy, but it goes too far. I don't want to think or care about anything, I jsut want to enjoy whats there... but if I keep it up, I'll fail, or just end up in a ditch or something... ( Read more... )

Well, it 13 minutes I'm 21. I don't want to talk about my week. I don't want to think about my day. Some of it was wonderful, but that really just makes the bad parts worse ya know? Things will clear up in a few weeks hopefully, and if not... fuck it. I wish I wouldn't worry. But I guess thats just me. April, you can still read this, I just took ( Read more... )

I couldn't sleep. Seeing as how I have to leave for class in an hour and a half, there is no point in going to bed now. So I have to give myself something to do. Which, is this. I'm having some anxieties, I suppose I'm going through a quarter life crisis or something, but I thought that was over. But I guess with my 21st birthday coming up, its ( Read more... )

I want and need to try out different styles. I'm not sure what these are, but we're going to study Beat Poetry soon, so they're sorta in that vein, but not really. And some are just random ( Read more... )

I wrote a lot of poetry last nite, I'd like everyone's opinions, even the bad ones, these are all seperate poems, I think my favorite is the fourth. BTW, These aren't really about anyone, jsut things in my head, I mean in a way they ARE about someone... but its the person I see, and the events I see that have passed through in my head and not ( Read more... )

theres love in the air
and I'm suffocating
on these fumes
of despair

In your bed
And in your arms
You're a whore
Betraying all
Cover back up
You're just another slut
Cover up
So the blood is hidden on your hands
You've done some wrong
You've done some wrong
Parasite of lust
Mess me back up
With no sleep
And reddened eyes
You look so sweet
And I'm the one
You despise.

I'm so bored
When I look at you
I wish you would shoot me too
I'm so hard
When I touch you
I break right through
I'm so gone
That I've found
I can't make a sound.