sit down son

In a poem? Haha. Haven't done this in a while. Don't shoot me. It demanded to be written. And it might get revised. Again. Who knows.



Coping

One down, down in one again—
A short reprieve from the weekday toils
And the daily trend
A breath away from the sighing days,
The muffled sounds of A's and ehs.

The endless cycle of impromptu
Analysis and unthought verse
For those who
In their didactic positions have always led
And made a burden of having read.

The constant struggle for that or this
As "D-Day" draws with its inevitable phase
Of tardiness
Five more hours, now three, now one
And a deep collapse once the work is done.

And there's little relief as the end draws near
Simply a period of unknown and unfathomed,
Unrealized fear.
Four years have gone in the blink of two eyes
Yet the future still seems it will never arise.

So what becomes of our clock-driven ways:
The sleepless nights and
Distillery haze?
Of the friends still unknown who you felt you could touch,
It all falls apart in an unwanted rush.

We passed them in rowdy and raucous turmoil,
We end them in silence,
A paper stamped of foil.
This is all we can show for our foolhardy youth,
And we can just barely hope that we left with some truth.

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In related news I really think the style of whatever poet I'm currently reading a lot of seeps into what I end up writing. Any guesses on who this one is resonating with?

This world is far too broken,
This world is so unfair,
This world is filled with sorrows,
But no one seems to care.

But no one wants to worry,
But no one wants to see,
But no one wants to understand,
Things aren't as they should be.

Things aren't as calm and perfect,
Things aren't as clear as glass,
Things aren't as smooth and simple,
We can't just let things pass.

We can't just watch this happen,
We can't just let things fall,
We can't just be uncaring,
Yet we all ignore the call.

Yet we all ignore the problems,
Yet we all ignore the strife,
Yet we all ignore the chaos,
And we think that this is life.

And we think that this is how it goes,
And we think that this is it,
And we think that this is all we have,
But it's all a load of shit.

But it's all a way of thinking,
But it's all a quick escape,
But it's all a big excuse,
So we're stuck within this scrape.

So we're stuck with all these problems,
So we're stuck in dead of night.
So we're stuck with great dilemas,
This world is losing light.

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I swear, I'm not depressed or anything. I'm ina damn good mood. Lol. Just- a mood where I write a lot! Adn I'm SO trying not to flood you lot with my stuff. So it's like, one a day being posted until I run out, mkay?

Reworked as a PROPER sonnet without the screwy rhyme scheme.


As I slip into the deep realm of sleep,
My thoughts fall prey to such haunting dreams.
And my mind I struggle so hard to keep,
While monsters do haunt its dark, loosened seams.
Thoughts all a-jumble, my mind just careens,
Filled with wild Chaos that wrenches my heart.
In such a dark land, no God intervenes,
He just watches it all fall apart.

Yet knowledge far worse, I must yet impart:
It's more than a dream, it's here and it's now,
We sit and we watch this blind Chaos start,
None here will stop it, its path we'll allow.
This world still is ours, I beg that you see,
As darkly it rises in Anarchy.

First off, poem: Titled Introspection

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Look at me.
I'm not what you think.
When you can't really see,
It makes my heart sink.

Sometimes I feel I could stand at the summit,
And yet so often of late,
my heart seems to plummet.

It's living a lie,
It's having to hide.
It's wishing you knew what I felt deep inside.

I'm just what you wanted,
You think I'm quite perfect.
Maybe once I was what you thought,
But I can't be too sure of it.

Look at me now,
Look in and look deep.
Don't stop at the surface.
Do you like what you see?

Look at me!
Just look at me please!
Just see who I am,
And not what you want me to be.

See who I am...
...and not who I was.

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And now, how geeky of an LJer am I?
( FIND OUT! )

In reference to a post from yesterday.

Which no one has said anything about, simply re-affirming what I'm upset about!

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cold
shaking
heart slowly breaking
and feet no longer feel the ground

speaking
sharing
thoughts, long past caring
and jump at every little sound

hurt
broken
words yet unspoken
to friends that ne'er can be found

alone
scared
completely unprepared
anything can knock me to the ground

frightened
falling
hear the shadows calling
and shudder as the echoes yet rebound
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Yes, lack of capitalization is intentional.

ARG! I need to write some happy shit.