the fastest way out is to realise that i'm screwed up.
these happened... Because i haven't grown up.
it's nothing tragic or romantic
it's just foolish.
this should leave nothing to miss.
Sometimes what is worth saying is better left unsaid, for now.
Saturday, March 10, 2012
Friday, March 09, 2012
the exaggerated feeling of lonliness
It's the same feeling as I had in wallaby.
Whenever i took a deep breath, i felt this
straining pain across my chest...
the pain then spills into my hands
incapacitating me.
When I breathe I feel as though
I were groaning in entirety.
But whenever this happens it coincides
with something else within..
And I'm not sure about the nature of
this feeling in my chest
I cannot tell how genuine
All I can is guess
But trust me as I'm holding back
I feel my synapses snap
The battle for my heart and head
Is made worse by my brain.
stay away and you can save me
for if you thought that I could think
think of how we could have been
and how tense it was for me
The only delight I have in this
stems from how right this starts to seem
from here I know I'm heading home
The next we meet 's in reality.
that to me appears so good though,
perhaps too good for me.
Whenever i took a deep breath, i felt this
straining pain across my chest...
the pain then spills into my hands
incapacitating me.
When I breathe I feel as though
I were groaning in entirety.
But whenever this happens it coincides
with something else within..
And I'm not sure about the nature of
this feeling in my chest
I cannot tell how genuine
All I can is guess
But trust me as I'm holding back
I feel my synapses snap
The battle for my heart and head
Is made worse by my brain.
stay away and you can save me
for if you thought that I could think
think of how we could have been
and how tense it was for me
The only delight I have in this
stems from how right this starts to seem
from here I know I'm heading home
The next we meet 's in reality.
that to me appears so good though,
perhaps too good for me.
Thursday, March 08, 2012
A day in the staff room
Teachers quarrel over skills
or crack their heads over the students
waving their hands in overt aggression
and saying the most undeserving opinions.
they sound so mad you think they'd crack
but day after day they come right back
but when i sit and stare,
i cannot help but notice my trust has passed
as i look upon their angry faces and hear the vain words
i can never trust the things they say of their emotions.
they're angry and then not really
they're friendly but oddly scary.
they've done it but have missed it
they're like good teachers who may never make it.
or crack their heads over the students
waving their hands in overt aggression
and saying the most undeserving opinions.
they sound so mad you think they'd crack
but day after day they come right back
but when i sit and stare,
i cannot help but notice my trust has passed
as i look upon their angry faces and hear the vain words
i can never trust the things they say of their emotions.
they're angry and then not really
they're friendly but oddly scary.
they've done it but have missed it
they're like good teachers who may never make it.
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