Hai Guys!
So today I stayed home sick from school, because I was dying and really tired and all the terrible things that can go wrong did. But in the process of being sick I had a rather great day.
I learned how to plug a car tire thanks to my dad, along with that I learned how to check the PSI of the tires and theoretically how to jump a car... theoretically, I have my doubts that I could do it in real life.
And then when I got home my mother started making French Onion soup, and I realized that everything was going to get better. I don't really understand it but soup when you don't feel good...it just makes everything okay again, even if everything still sucks. If that made sense raise your hand!
After everyone left me and I was home alone I decided that making scones would be the most brilliant idea ever. My friend Dan (Dr. (w)horrible) was supposed to come and eat them with me but because he didn't have the car I guess I shall just have to eat them all myself. Such a pity.
Now have you ever just spent so much time talking to one person and just felt freakin' happy afterwards? I mean you don't even need to like like that person, but if someone holds a 4 hour conversation with you and you enjoy the entire time? Its pretty freaking amazing.
Lack of sleep is one of the main reasons I'm always tired.
So today I wrote a poem, and I would love to share it with all of you. Its in it's draft stages so PLEASE don't judge too harshly
and I don't have a title...but here it is
Sun-burnt skin, decorated with pearls
dances along my hand
such sweet symphony is this burden
a creation that hides everything
The world is so dark, yet
the sun is everlastingly bright
sweet kisses, gorging upon an intake of breath
for those who are lost behind the gasp
the many days left alone to fester
to rot
to grow?
why. it is merely a question asked of us all
for someone who dreams to often
it is calling for them to say yes
for them to be alive
fireworks upon my face, burning their designs into my being
this, my love, is the world as it will be
words called from afar in anger
bursts of hate brought upon by themselves
this is life as it will be
this is life at its finest.
How. it is merely a question asked of us allfor those who cannot live a life of love
it is calling them to run
for them to hide away.
Shimmers in the corners of my eyes, sparkling in the past
you see, my dear, there is more hidden then you shall ever understand
who. a question that is asked of us all
for those who refuse to see the world
it is calling them to open up
to expose their musty pages to the sun
and throw their history like dust to the wind
to remember, to forget.
Splotches on my skin, shaking with hands that are eager to learn
and yet you wonder, darling, of what lies beneath the surface
what. a question that is asked of us all
for anyone that dares to ask
it calls for them to set down the pen and look around the world
to let go of the wires and the code
it is a question that I cannot answer for you my love
child of mine, carry my heart into the sun
Smile for the days that everything changes
wish upon the world and hope that those fireworks never land again
to burn into our souls
for that sun-burnt skin
those pearls with simple decorum
is what we have grown to know in this cold world.
Hope you enjoyed, I would love feedback on this one. Remember its supposed to be more slam than anything. So put some sort of rhythm to the rhyme when you read it
Have a wonderful day guys!
Peace in (not out) and keep being oddsome
Max
So today I stayed home sick from school, because I was dying and really tired and all the terrible things that can go wrong did. But in the process of being sick I had a rather great day.
I learned how to plug a car tire thanks to my dad, along with that I learned how to check the PSI of the tires and theoretically how to jump a car... theoretically, I have my doubts that I could do it in real life.
And then when I got home my mother started making French Onion soup, and I realized that everything was going to get better. I don't really understand it but soup when you don't feel good...it just makes everything okay again, even if everything still sucks. If that made sense raise your hand!
After everyone left me and I was home alone I decided that making scones would be the most brilliant idea ever. My friend Dan (Dr. (w)horrible) was supposed to come and eat them with me but because he didn't have the car I guess I shall just have to eat them all myself. Such a pity.
Now have you ever just spent so much time talking to one person and just felt freakin' happy afterwards? I mean you don't even need to like like that person, but if someone holds a 4 hour conversation with you and you enjoy the entire time? Its pretty freaking amazing.
Lack of sleep is one of the main reasons I'm always tired.
So today I wrote a poem, and I would love to share it with all of you. Its in it's draft stages so PLEASE don't judge too harshly
and I don't have a title...but here it is
Sun-burnt skin, decorated with pearls
dances along my hand
such sweet symphony is this burden
a creation that hides everything
The world is so dark, yet
the sun is everlastingly bright
sweet kisses, gorging upon an intake of breath
for those who are lost behind the gasp
the many days left alone to fester
to rot
to grow?
why. it is merely a question asked of us all
for someone who dreams to often
it is calling for them to say yes
for them to be alive
fireworks upon my face, burning their designs into my being
this, my love, is the world as it will be
words called from afar in anger
bursts of hate brought upon by themselves
this is life as it will be
this is life at its finest.
How. it is merely a question asked of us allfor those who cannot live a life of love
it is calling them to run
for them to hide away.
Shimmers in the corners of my eyes, sparkling in the past
you see, my dear, there is more hidden then you shall ever understand
who. a question that is asked of us all
for those who refuse to see the world
it is calling them to open up
to expose their musty pages to the sun
and throw their history like dust to the wind
to remember, to forget.
Splotches on my skin, shaking with hands that are eager to learn
and yet you wonder, darling, of what lies beneath the surface
what. a question that is asked of us all
for anyone that dares to ask
it calls for them to set down the pen and look around the world
to let go of the wires and the code
it is a question that I cannot answer for you my love
child of mine, carry my heart into the sun
Smile for the days that everything changes
wish upon the world and hope that those fireworks never land again
to burn into our souls
for that sun-burnt skin
those pearls with simple decorum
is what we have grown to know in this cold world.
Hope you enjoyed, I would love feedback on this one. Remember its supposed to be more slam than anything. So put some sort of rhythm to the rhyme when you read it
Have a wonderful day guys!
Peace in (not out) and keep being oddsome
Max
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