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Wow, I hate my bio teacher!!!! Shes so obnoxious, and she doesnt like me for some reason, maybe cause she didnt like my brother, but she never gave me a chance. Uuuugh, and I got a zero on my first lab, which pisses me off, cause i lost it and i have no fuckin clue where it is. Wow, school sucks.
Today was alright, other then bio. Adviusory was cool, I wrote this, its about thosekids you see with no friends, who sit alone at lunch, I feel bad for them:
AS A FLY- by Chris Duffy
He feels like afly on the wall
watching in fear
knowing that if he moves
his presense will be known
his cover blown
and then he'll be in trouble
They needed a place to sit
so they sat at his table
he had always wanted this
but now that it was in his grasp
he knew not what to do with it
he sat like a statue
his eyes darting back and forth
back and forth
nervously, from face to
unfamiliar face
They,ve come and gone
And still he sits in shock
Wondering what just happened
and realizing, finally,
what it all meant
Indeed, it brought a tear to his eye
As he sat observing the fly
And felt ashamed but had to cry
And pondered the manor
in which he would die
In all days past he sat alone
friendless, fameless, faceless, and invisible
he eats his lunch slowly with purpose
as if it were something to be cherished
for he had been looking forward to it
all day long, months, years,
his hunger cannot be defeated
he used to try, with hope and strength
but now he is weak
his face scarred with temptation
from looking too close, while so far
Indeed, it brings a tear to his eye
As he sits, observing the fly
Pondering the manor in which he would die
his gaze wonders, it wonders so
as he takes lust into his heart
wanting and waiting for things that wont come
love has never left his lips
he lacks the knowledge to make it so
And why he wants to know the girls
comes from deep inside, deep down
along a road never wondered down
in the caverns of his psyche
lost on his own map, confused by the lines
that he drew so long ago, he started waiting
not knowing that it would be
his downfall, his fait, his death, awaiting
in the dark, dank years to come
Indeed it brings a tear to his eye
As he sits, observing the fly
Pondering the manor in which he would die
A small light shines To show the way Out of the cave
out of the sewage
out of the wet
out of the stench
out of the dark
in his inner self and thoughts he sees a new table
New to this year
and he stands for the first time
in a millenia, it seems, his joints aching and burning
with a certain victory over the others
he walks to the new table
and sits and belongs he finally knows that
this is where he belongs
the time and place for which he has been waiting
Indeed, it brings a tear to his eye,
He sits, observing, becoming the fly
Being the manor
In which he would sadly die...
Wow, that took forever to type....sorry I its boring, I just kind of wrote it. There you have it.
Today was alright, other then bio. Adviusory was cool, I wrote this, its about thosekids you see with no friends, who sit alone at lunch, I feel bad for them:
AS A FLY- by Chris Duffy
He feels like afly on the wall
watching in fear
knowing that if he moves
his presense will be known
his cover blown
and then he'll be in trouble
They needed a place to sit
so they sat at his table
he had always wanted this
but now that it was in his grasp
he knew not what to do with it
he sat like a statue
his eyes darting back and forth
back and forth
nervously, from face to
unfamiliar face
They,ve come and gone
And still he sits in shock
Wondering what just happened
and realizing, finally,
what it all meant
Indeed, it brought a tear to his eye
As he sat observing the fly
And felt ashamed but had to cry
And pondered the manor
in which he would die
In all days past he sat alone
friendless, fameless, faceless, and invisible
he eats his lunch slowly with purpose
as if it were something to be cherished
for he had been looking forward to it
all day long, months, years,
his hunger cannot be defeated
he used to try, with hope and strength
but now he is weak
his face scarred with temptation
from looking too close, while so far
Indeed, it brings a tear to his eye
As he sits, observing the fly
Pondering the manor in which he would die
his gaze wonders, it wonders so
as he takes lust into his heart
wanting and waiting for things that wont come
love has never left his lips
he lacks the knowledge to make it so
And why he wants to know the girls
comes from deep inside, deep down
along a road never wondered down
in the caverns of his psyche
lost on his own map, confused by the lines
that he drew so long ago, he started waiting
not knowing that it would be
his downfall, his fait, his death, awaiting
in the dark, dank years to come
Indeed it brings a tear to his eye
As he sits, observing the fly
Pondering the manor in which he would die
A small light shines To show the way Out of the cave
out of the sewage
out of the wet
out of the stench
out of the dark
in his inner self and thoughts he sees a new table
New to this year
and he stands for the first time
in a millenia, it seems, his joints aching and burning
with a certain victory over the others
he walks to the new table
and sits and belongs he finally knows that
this is where he belongs
the time and place for which he has been waiting
Indeed, it brings a tear to his eye,
He sits, observing, becoming the fly
Being the manor
In which he would sadly die...
Wow, that took forever to type....sorry I its boring, I just kind of wrote it. There you have it.