Sunday, July 20, 2008 4:30 pm
[edit] i really like the poem, it says
alot, so i'm leaving it here. anyway,
mugged a lot of geog today :)
and.. for once i'm actually looking
forward to training. physical pain
... helps. it does. -.- [/edit]
for once in my life, words failed me.
he who thinks he is smarter
always meets someone
more informed and much quicker.
wrong time, bud.
of all the moments ahead,
it had to be then;
they call it a leap of faith,
cause in the end faith
is faith
is hope, uncertainty and desperation
rollied into one.
just when i try to step forward
into the dark room,
looking for the switch,
i fall,
fall far.
people draw weapons when tension
breaches peace. there's always a back up,
though.
gotta blame myself on this one.
take out mine.
load, lock and..
jammed.
great. got hit.
the first punch always hurts the most.
the shock. of anger, pain
transformed into
an immense physical presence.
luck's gone. damn bitch.
hit again. and again.
again. and again.
its like putting two in the head
when its already rolling on the floor;
and blowing his guts out
when he wearing white already.
pain is a feeling. it can be
controlled with practice.
thank god i'm well learned in that.
i get up.
knees,
feet.
revenge isn't really the best thing.
sometimes you want to.
but i really didn't, then.
get up
and walk, limp away;
whatever it takes to find
a quiet place. crawl if i have to.
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i'll be surprised if any of you all actually get this one.
maybe one. but the rest? nah.