Okay, I’m tired, and I just want to type a post since it’s been a while since I’ve typed one.
Tests, tests, tests,
Math, Chinese, all.
Projects, projects, projects,
Life Sciences, Heart & Voice, and plenty more.
Complaints, complaints, complaints,
To me, about others, about all.
Listen, listen, listen,
I do, they don’t, not all.
Do, do, do,
I, him, the rest.
Amount, amount, amount,
?, O.o, @#$@#%$@%#$^$%^#^$#.
Heart, heart, heart,
Life, love, tired.
Soul, soul, soul,
Gone, waning, hanging.
Body, body, body,
Infected, tired, wrong.
Mind, mind, mind,
Lost, found, lost.
Vision, vision, vision,
To, complete, out of sight.
Future, future, future,
Bleak, optimistic, – .
The poetic essence was inspired in me when I wrote the first line and found it to be a nice start to a poem. LOL! Oh well.
Jealousy is brewing. To be or not to be, that is not the question, but the question in essence is if to be is to be because of factors that make to be.
A sponge life is one that I lead I find in certain times. I hate shouting. Shouting makes me worked up and angry even though it wasn’t meant to be in a fit of anger. I hate it. I would be taken on a guilt-trip. It hurts. Bad. Real bad.
I can take things. A lot. Probably. I lead a black-hole life. All enters. None exit. Scary. Weird.
I hate myself. Many a time. Wonder why. No answer. Because……….
My pillar. Any loose debris. Hate it. Destroy. But…………. Black-hole. Too bad.
People complain. Life sucks. I say.
People complain. Take things with a pinch of salt. I say.
People complain. You asked for it. You deserved it. I say. Me? The bastard? The devil?
Life. Get it right. Think. Internalise. Make it right. Change stars.
WordPress posts. Long. Short. Short. Diary? Entertain? Aim? Yes? Yes? ??
Goodnight all. ^^
