Time for an update, gonna be uploading some poems I spewed forth in a flash of inspiration. Think I have about 7 or so written in the last 2 or 3 days. I know where it's coming from. I feel like I lack meaning in my life, so badly. My studies slash teaching practice is driving me insane, still, always, and always still hating it forever. I don't wanna be a teacher. It's boring, and it's chaotic, and it's utterly and totally exhausting. But hey, what can I do...
As for my love life. Well just...lol. What love life? I'm back to being the wolf amongst the sheep. And rather young sheep at that. It's okay, they amuse me with their childish drama, which luckily, I'm not a part of, but I can still laugh at. Maybe they sort of keep me young. They make sure I don't lose my youth with all the other shit going on.
But yeh, like I said, I feel a bit out of the loop, or just too set apart. I can see everything that's happening around me, but it's like I'm stuck, standing still. I'd kill for something, or someone, to make me smile. I miss them butterflies...
Anyway, enjoy.



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Each man kills the thing he loves. -Oscar Wilde
The hawk on fire hangs still. Dilly dilly, calls the loft hawk, come and be killed. Dilly dilly, come let us die.
it's those stupid things we say in the rain, the words that can't ever be washed away.
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"But here is her hand with my palm in its future..." - Written on the Body
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"But here is her hand with my palm in its future..." - Written on the Body
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o(")(").....
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"I know the pieces fit..." - Tool
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I just don't want to die without a few scars - chuck palahniuk
I'm blown away. Each word. each sentence. I want to print everything out and read it over and over and over again. I'd like to wallpaper my house with this so that when I'm stirring the soup I can taste this, too. I'm in the lab, tears in my eyes. You are incredible. Your prose, too. Holy...just...wow.
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"But here is her hand with my palm in its future..." - Written on the Body
I like your poetry a lot!
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