Just poetry
I have been tired recently, and today my legs are weak from fencing a few days ago. Pushing myself hard. I ate sonic and walked and talked with a close friend, I almost dare to venture and say my only friend here. but not in the sense of pity or apathy, more along the sense of he is the only person I enjoy being around to an exceptional sense. I can hang out with him every day and not get bored, or run out of things to say, and we see eye to eye on many things. Been eating out a fair amount... and ... worried some about my weight... but I am such a worry wart... I just want to be...liked, you know? And attractive as well. But... enjoy life as well. Fine balance between the two.
-Concrete Jungle-
Theres apparently a
concrete wave, that
splashes over,
into nature;
a concise cement
jungle poured into
being.
And in being
a bastard child of
both, I can taste
smooth cement with
my feet and smile,
knowing this beauty
could rival most
spring days,
if only they didn't
go so hand in
hand.
-No Name-
Lace
in patterns,
and fallacy in
friendships that
traces whisps of smoke,
from four smoke stacks,
the heart, and lungs
of central city that
pours out thick
black ice,
coating the sky
with indignant decoration
And once when I was
young I drew clouds
on a window,
coated in condensation,
during a long car ride.
Oh, and watched the
stars stream by.
-Concrete Jungle-
Theres apparently a
concrete wave, that
splashes over,
into nature;
a concise cement
jungle poured into
being.
And in being
a bastard child of
both, I can taste
smooth cement with
my feet and smile,
knowing this beauty
could rival most
spring days,
if only they didn't
go so hand in
hand.
-No Name-
Lace
in patterns,
and fallacy in
friendships that
traces whisps of smoke,
from four smoke stacks,
the heart, and lungs
of central city that
pours out thick
black ice,
coating the sky
with indignant decoration
And once when I was
young I drew clouds
on a window,
coated in condensation,
during a long car ride.
Oh, and watched the
stars stream by.