Tuesday, September 29, 2009 5:49 pm
i started five poems and they're all still pending in my head.
sometimes i wish people could read my mind.
help me decipher all the bullshit in it.
i wish upon a shooting star,
that love was enough to bring me far,
that desire wasn't so easy
and effort wasn't so difficult,
that needs weren't subjective
and something greater was universal,
that feelings weren't so emotional
and thoughts were more forthcoming,
that the small things aren't easily overlooked,
and the bigger things knew when to stay in the shadows,
that words were slightly slower
and thoughts always won the sprints event,
that friends aren't so easily unnoticed,
and enemies didn't catch our attention,
that people cared less about what they gained,
and worried more about what other lost,
that people forget what they don't have
and cherish what they posses forever,
that people bothered to look around them
and realised that greedy goals aren't everything,
that...
well done michael. after excreting all that, you still
have no idea why you feel like crap. and no, i don't
giveashit that that wasn't a metabolic waste product.