Mind beginning to fumble,
Words are starting to stumble,
It becomes difficult to,
Say, or sometimes even do,
Even the simplest of,
Things. Normally, I'm above,
this inhibition, but now,
you've broken my stride, somehow.
Off key, off center, now in,
light of you, this awkward grin,
Growing wider, and wider.
Yet, this social divider,
Between you and I remains,
And here it yet restrains,
Me from making clear to you,
Many things which I would do,
given opportunity,
To show you the things I see.
Our drill is the drill that will,
Pierce the heavens on Heaven's hill,
Eagle One, The Critic Leader,
Devotion incarnate of bearded demeanor,
Eagle Two, The CrossBro Coder,
Who despises the world which falls all over,
Eagle Three, The Neutral Body,
Of very few opinions and scruff not shoddy,
Eagle Four, The Sexiest Beast,
Wily Fox who is to we- what to bread is yeast,
Totum Picas Donec Mori,
For righteously Crimson this Convocation be!
From the beginning of the all,
Despite will well or ill,
I resist not that gentle call,
The wisp through winded sill,
Way off in the distance,
I see an entity in the breeze,
a being of such little resistance,
could this be me I see?
So faint this visage,
So far away the image,
So slight the knowledge,
So sweet this bitter foliage,
What holds this future,
Both in place and for us all,
Shamed by time this contour,
The demand by which I balk,
As ever does the end draw near,
For better or for worse,
the wind is my overseer,
as I walk towards my hearse.
When was the last time that you looked up into the branches of the trees
When was the last time that you heard a story about more than the birds the flowers and the bees
Is this really the world we were born and raised and told to see
Tell not nor listen to tales of grandeur, rather than come and spin a yarn with me
Can I not resolve my own decision?
All foreign notions, what that fill my head,
No thought was born of my own volition,
No will rests here, but a tool in my stead,
Surrounded by naught but good intention,
Floored by questions that I have failed to see,
Straining not to tempt built apprehension,
Relinquished to the empty beast I be.
Pathetic.
Gilded with a too-weak anesthetic.
Stalker.
Selfish, hopeless, daydream walker.
Spoiled.
Golden platter, limbs untoiled.
Choice.
Unprepared, a muted voice.
Cold.
Letting new life here unfold.
Monster.
Human.
On a long-past dutiful day,
When I swindled a swan of it's wandering way,
The whittled wheat of the harbinger's hay,
The married man did softly say,
Who? Who be you, who are here too?
Be you the belittled badger to be so blue?
But nay! Nay, AND neigh, for humbly am I a horse,
Who bequeathed the throne of serious source.
You should as well, to, well, be well.
In order to this stressed swan sell.
There are none that can hold me back,
Yet here I am to the ground held down,
Tightly tethered, these limbs unbound,
Made subject to the weight of my own gravity,
Weighing at the toll of this scattered sanity,
What world is this?
The place isn't yours,
Telling me to labor on all fours,
I stand here naked to your gray design,
I own this failure and the day is mine.
Walk With Shadows, New World by NabyCakes, literature
Literature
Walk With Shadows, New World
I feel,
So strange in the darkness,
That I walk not alone,
But I do not fear,
What lurk in the shadows,
Are both friend and foe,
It's so serene,
But who could know,
Come with me,
This world I'll show.
Apparently my (asian) english professor expected we'd actually work on stuff over spring break.
I haven't done shit.
I thought I'd have another week at least to finish this paper, and should.
I then have to make a video to summarize this paper, as a separate project.
But apparently I need a preview of this video for class tomorrow.
I'm calling bullshit. I need a time machine and a drug that can emulate the feeling of motivation.
Because I'm practically fucked.
I just ate an apple, and there were no seeds inside O.o
Just an empty star shaped pocket.
Weird, huh?
I wish 'fat' was an option for mood >:I
And sassy.
I'm starting to see that I'm a bit antisocial. I just don't like making myself noticed.
There are some things I would love to say, do, ask or ask to be a part of, but I usually prefer not to draw the attention, because it's more comfortable that way, albeit unfulfilling.
Like waking up and getting out of bed. I've come to realize that, sometimes, I wake up, and go back to sleep or pretend to sleep for no reason beside the fact that the people in the room don't know I'm awake. Completely irrational. Fucking stupid.
Don't like starting conversations, don't like ordering food, don't like answering phones, don't like going places, and really d
Why, thank you! I just added everything the other day. I figured I should actually use this thing since I have it. I should be adding more in the not too distant future.