My candle burns at both it's ends...
"Down deep inside of me there must be worth,
Buried underneath all of the Astro-turf.
But I just can't believe it, and I just keep on singing.
My candle burns at both its ends, and it will not last the night.
For all my foes and all my friends, it sheds a lovely light, like this..."
There's some special reason I didn't just tack this on to the end of my last entry...
I just can't remember it. I'm so tired. So very tired. I tried to sleep this afternoon, but I can't. I'm not sure why. Same reason I can't eat I guess. I need some Dew...but we don't have any, and if I have any more I think I'll probably puke. Funny how that works...
So, I really have nothing to write, I'm just trying to combat this feeling of being alone. Plus I think that if I write it will take my mind off how bad my eyes sting and how muddled my thoughts are. I just, I don't know. There are so many things to say and no ways to say them. And, to be honest, none of them matter.
Show me the way to dream
Without having to go to sleep
I want to know how to fly
But if I have to sleep to get there
Then I don't want it.
Set me alight
On my altar of dried hay
Kneel down tonight
And to my fire pray
Set me alight
Lash me to the stake
I'll lift my head to see the light
Your wretched souls you've let hatred take
Set me alight
And go your separate ways
Done with your fight
Repeat your hollow prayers today
Set me alight
And I'll ascend to the stars
You set me free tonight
Leaving you stuck behind iron bars
An ode to Sosobra? Or me? Or both? Who knows. Random Poetry
Wow, I hate it when that happens. So, I was just informed that, although I still probably hate her from last night, my stepmom emailed both my mom and my dad and told them they need to talk and get this figured out. So either she is trying to get rid of me or she is trying to get on my good side.
"I don't know...I guess when people think you are dying they really listen, instead-"
"Instead of just waiting for their turn to talk."
"Yeah..."
Sorry, I have that memorized for a scene for drama...
Uhg. Drama. I'm supposed to be tweaked out, nearly insane, insomnia-ridden and on the edge. Wow, I'm doing a really good job!
For now just fold me up again and throw me away
Keep trying different patterns until you finally get the Swan you're looking for
Secretly, in the dark, I'll fold myself into a little paper Crow.
I'll write more poetry and sing more songs, and one day
I'll fly away from this crumpled up pile of rejected me.
Buried underneath all of the Astro-turf.
But I just can't believe it, and I just keep on singing.
My candle burns at both its ends, and it will not last the night.
For all my foes and all my friends, it sheds a lovely light, like this..."
There's some special reason I didn't just tack this on to the end of my last entry...
I just can't remember it. I'm so tired. So very tired. I tried to sleep this afternoon, but I can't. I'm not sure why. Same reason I can't eat I guess. I need some Dew...but we don't have any, and if I have any more I think I'll probably puke. Funny how that works...
So, I really have nothing to write, I'm just trying to combat this feeling of being alone. Plus I think that if I write it will take my mind off how bad my eyes sting and how muddled my thoughts are. I just, I don't know. There are so many things to say and no ways to say them. And, to be honest, none of them matter.
Show me the way to dream
Without having to go to sleep
I want to know how to fly
But if I have to sleep to get there
Then I don't want it.
Set me alight
On my altar of dried hay
Kneel down tonight
And to my fire pray
Set me alight
Lash me to the stake
I'll lift my head to see the light
Your wretched souls you've let hatred take
Set me alight
And go your separate ways
Done with your fight
Repeat your hollow prayers today
Set me alight
And I'll ascend to the stars
You set me free tonight
Leaving you stuck behind iron bars
An ode to Sosobra? Or me? Or both? Who knows. Random Poetry
Wow, I hate it when that happens. So, I was just informed that, although I still probably hate her from last night, my stepmom emailed both my mom and my dad and told them they need to talk and get this figured out. So either she is trying to get rid of me or she is trying to get on my good side.
"I don't know...I guess when people think you are dying they really listen, instead-"
"Instead of just waiting for their turn to talk."
"Yeah..."
Sorry, I have that memorized for a scene for drama...
Uhg. Drama. I'm supposed to be tweaked out, nearly insane, insomnia-ridden and on the edge. Wow, I'm doing a really good job!
For now just fold me up again and throw me away
Keep trying different patterns until you finally get the Swan you're looking for
Secretly, in the dark, I'll fold myself into a little paper Crow.
I'll write more poetry and sing more songs, and one day
I'll fly away from this crumpled up pile of rejected me.