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I've withdrawn myself this night to ponder about the universe, to listen to the sound of the air around me and to melt into my surroundings. I've given my brain a single rest to rejuvenate it's strength, so that tomorrow I can master myself again.
These words and I play a curious game
we tug at each other constantly, and try to have our way
I want for them to settle down
they want to run out and play
I try to capture them, if I'm able
they want to wrestle round my kitchen table
I've tried to cut a deal
for them to sit upon my page
they never have it
seem to leave in a stomping rage
so I sit here as if by force of habit
and plead for what I might say
please dear words, sit here today
let the glorious readers admire your way
This post was edited by majic on Jul 29, 2004.
Somedays are just plain cynical. Somedays I am extremely critical of everything and the "F" word is my adjective for everything.
Today is one of those days.
I have a sick feeling inside
the symptoms of a heart full of ache
I'm physically done with being away
an ambassador of freedom for christs sake
sometimes the mind needs a rest
from the world and the stress
the million and one things we must do
but ends up being one big fucking mess
can I please have just a fucking second alone
no I have another obligation to behold
yet I want to defuck my mind of this shit
and empty my thoughts for just a bit
the cynical side is out in full force
no go back to where you came from
I am content and happy, full of remorse
I'm a smile, no... that's dumb
fuck it, this is crap
I could just throw a fit
give me another drink so I can rid myself
of all this stupid shit
Love me... =|