Not that I don't see the dying light of what we used to be...
I should be doing homework but I will in a minute. I figure I might as well post on here as a break.
I am keeping a real journal, which is weird. I usually manage to keep a real journal for a few weeks before I rip the pages out and throw it away. I don't know why, I just decide I hate what I've written and throw it in the trash. But so far for once I am managing to keep a journal this time. Half of it is creative writing and half of it is a summary of each week in my life this semester. It helps me to see how I am doing emotionally and health-wise. It's also good for venting obviously.
I figured I might as well post a few poems on here for lack of much else I want to say. I'm mostly saving my best ones because I don't want to put them on the internet and have them stolen, that would suck. So here are some of my mediocre ones from recently (lol).
Sleep
I meant to be reading but
I think of sleeping
How nice it would be
To have an impossibly long sleep
To slip into the black forests of dreams
To even sleep for weeks
Until I'm not tired anymore
But I know
That
Will
Never
Happen.
Faulty Balancing
I walk this balance beam
Trying to walk straight
So the world won't crash around me
But I never get the balance I need.
Some days it's my head that's injured
Some days it's my feet
Some days I can hardly stand
Some days I am weak
I wait for moments
When I feel complete
So the crashes will be worth
All this faulty balancing
I hope that you understand
That this is me
I hope that you won't hate me for
All these things I cannot be
Rest assured that I am trying
If my rest was just assured
I wouldn't feel like dying
But I am trying
I am trying
Just ignore this crying
I am trying I am trying I am--
Don't hold my failings against me
Because try as I might
All I get is faulty balancing
I am keeping a real journal, which is weird. I usually manage to keep a real journal for a few weeks before I rip the pages out and throw it away. I don't know why, I just decide I hate what I've written and throw it in the trash. But so far for once I am managing to keep a journal this time. Half of it is creative writing and half of it is a summary of each week in my life this semester. It helps me to see how I am doing emotionally and health-wise. It's also good for venting obviously.
I figured I might as well post a few poems on here for lack of much else I want to say. I'm mostly saving my best ones because I don't want to put them on the internet and have them stolen, that would suck. So here are some of my mediocre ones from recently (lol).
Sleep
I meant to be reading but
I think of sleeping
How nice it would be
To have an impossibly long sleep
To slip into the black forests of dreams
To even sleep for weeks
Until I'm not tired anymore
But I know
That
Will
Never
Happen.
Faulty Balancing
I walk this balance beam
Trying to walk straight
So the world won't crash around me
But I never get the balance I need.
Some days it's my head that's injured
Some days it's my feet
Some days I can hardly stand
Some days I am weak
I wait for moments
When I feel complete
So the crashes will be worth
All this faulty balancing
I hope that you understand
That this is me
I hope that you won't hate me for
All these things I cannot be
Rest assured that I am trying
If my rest was just assured
I wouldn't feel like dying
But I am trying
I am trying
Just ignore this crying
I am trying I am trying I am--
Don't hold my failings against me
Because try as I might
All I get is faulty balancing