Poetry Time
Still Trying
A bundle of contradictions,
my life.
Pieces that I put togheter,
trying to
make
them
work.
Memories that I tried to,
restore remember,
rewrite.
Memories that I tried to,
cross out, forget.
Without sucess.
Trying to make my life,
beautiful.
Or as beautifully,
as a puzzle can be mended,
togheter.
Pointless
I have a story that I want
to tell the world.
I have knowledge that I want
to share.
I have so much advice
to give
So many things to make sure
that others do and do not.
I don't want people to fall into the same hole,
that I did.
I don't others to shed the same tears,
that I shed
For what is the point?
to tell the world, to share, to give
that others do not, that I did, that I shed.
For what is the point?
There is no point
Pointless.
I gave it to you
You stole,
what was more dearest to me.
You stole,
the little that there was to steal.
You stole,
what I needed the most.
My innocence,
you stole
Ohh at the very least I tried.
This weekend was awesome.
Or at least it seemed to be after my mundane friday.
I ran 7 miles with Alyssa and I felt that I was in heaven. A hot guy smiled at us. I had nice talks with her and us togheter wrote a damn good essay for aurora. And we ate good food, which always makes things better.
Today morning I did habitat and I truly felt that I was helping. Again, the good food helped. It was cold and that kept me awake. I cleaned my room and I worked. And I rather enjoyed it. And I wrote so much today - quality stuff, too.
A bundle of contradictions,
my life.
Pieces that I put togheter,
trying to
make
them
work.
Memories that I tried to,
restore remember,
rewrite.
Memories that I tried to,
cross out, forget.
Without sucess.
Trying to make my life,
beautiful.
Or as beautifully,
as a puzzle can be mended,
togheter.
Pointless
I have a story that I want
to tell the world.
I have knowledge that I want
to share.
I have so much advice
to give
So many things to make sure
that others do and do not.
I don't want people to fall into the same hole,
that I did.
I don't others to shed the same tears,
that I shed
For what is the point?
to tell the world, to share, to give
that others do not, that I did, that I shed.
For what is the point?
There is no point
Pointless.
I gave it to you
You stole,
what was more dearest to me.
You stole,
the little that there was to steal.
You stole,
what I needed the most.
My innocence,
you stole
Ohh at the very least I tried.
This weekend was awesome.
Or at least it seemed to be after my mundane friday.
I ran 7 miles with Alyssa and I felt that I was in heaven. A hot guy smiled at us. I had nice talks with her and us togheter wrote a damn good essay for aurora. And we ate good food, which always makes things better.
Today morning I did habitat and I truly felt that I was helping. Again, the good food helped. It was cold and that kept me awake. I cleaned my room and I worked. And I rather enjoyed it. And I wrote so much today - quality stuff, too.