I am about ready to explode
10/29/14
10/27/14
Extraordinary
Sometimes
On a boring day like this
I feel like doing something
Extraordinary.
But I can’t
Because I’m ordinary
And I’m in stupid math class
In a falling apart
72-year-old school
In a stupid little town
Where our only fame
was born from a
Long distance runner
Who died
Drunk driving.
But he had cool hair.
Nowadays
All you have to do
Is get people’s attention
By being the absolute best
The most impressive
Over all the rest
To the people who can throw the football the farthest;
Run the fastest;
You lucked out.
To the people who can scrawl some words on a page
And leave the reader’s mouth hanging open;
Go for it.
Because there’s still those people
Sitting around
Who were always only halfway
To life’s expectations.
When asked what their hobbies were,
All they could ever think of was
Eating;
Because it’s better than being empty.
Sleeping;
Because it’s better than being awake.
And living out those glorious days where you don’t have those urges
To punch everyone in the face.
To all those people;
You’re not alone.
10/23/14
10/22/14
10/20/14
Who are You?
I am a person who is in love with art and music. I'm afraid of lakes, failure, loneliness, and enclosed spaces. I am constantly bored, a detailed observer, and like talking a lot. In my fingerprint, I see something like a magical tunnel, going to wonderland. A life, and a place where everyone is as confused as you are, and everything is unpredictable. My fingerprint is chaos with all sorts of futures ahead of me, yet different, unlike any other.
A Spiral of Feelings
A mixed feeling of colors.
From the saddest of blues.
To the happiest of
yellows.
The endless twists and turns of
feelings.
When I’m with my family that’s when
it’s the brightest of yellow.
I am who I wish to be.
I could be angry, sad,
or even humble.
When I get sad I turn blue.
I can see a rainbow of feelings falling like a spiral
10/15/14
Encoded Through My Veins
Encoded Through My Veins
Lines, Lines, Lines, all I see is Lines
Floating, Drifting, Spinning, Swimming,
Through my veins, Constantly moving,
Through my veins I see waves of,
Sorrow,
Hatred,
Joy,
and drive,
Like a whirling hurricane,
I will just keep moving, even when the wind stops,
Encoded, though, my, veins
10/14/14
Only Lines
My fingerprint is not me
It is my identification, but it is not my identity
You don't see my blonde hair or my blue eyes
You don't know me
From just my fingerprint
You can not see my struggles or my mistakes
Only lines
Clean and untainted
Not me
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