Bored.Brain.Dead.
August 31, 2008
It’s 6:25 AM I’ve been up since 7 AM yesterday…I’m watching the Mr. Men show can’t wait to go to sleep. aahh gotta go home first…
Peace
Fumbling Fingers (FTW)
August 31, 2008
I lose track of my vision sometimes
LIKE NOW
I can’t see
But I’m writing this anyways
I’m creating words that I can’t see
I’m following the sounds of my keys
The friction between my fingers and these keys are undeniable
But I can’t hear now
finnhers funbling
Give me knowledge or Give me…Ignorance?
August 31, 2008
I’m pulling up my britches
I’ve been a big kid for years
I can’t believe how time has past
I barely remember completing the second grade
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My grades are failing
but I’m learning a lot
I skip through the meaningless busy work
because I’m looking for the truth
The truth isn’t in my grades
but it my head
What I know…What I’ve learned…What you’ve taught me
Teach me more so that I can teach myself, that I need to know more
my thoughts are chaos in an organized sort of way
I need more knowledge as I wait form wisdom
which can’t be learned
so I’m trying to wise up to knowledge and learn as much as I can
WT…F? :)
August 31, 2008
To BE or not to BE
That is NOT the question
because I AM
and to understand ME
you must be ME
and since you can’t
I believe we will never AGREE
on life or other things
because we aren’t ONE
and two things can never be the same
so I understand this because it comes from me
While your reading and wondering because this doesn’t make sense…does it?
A Bird With No Wings
August 31, 2008
Above the ground
100 Feet
I’ve erased all knowledge
Of GRAVITY from my mind
I see hooded bones
But it’s only a dream
I can’t wake up
I’ve created a dream
That’s become reality
The wind is against me
Fighting to keep me from flight
I push pass because
I BELIEVE…
I believe I have wings
It’s time to set flight
I have nothing to lose
but myself
but myself isn’t
ENOUGH
enough to stop me
from stepping off hope
and stepping into my finish
From life to the ground
If my wings pick up
and I wake up
This dream won’t matter
Because I’ll forget it anyway
Life’s Little Helpers (A Teacher’s Diss)
August 25, 2008
My passion for fashion ain’t that great
I’d break beats over boards before I could skate
My hands are shaky with a pen
I blur lines when I try to blend
When I sing I bring tears…followed by cries
And the only thing I rap are followed by fries
I’m [UNTALENTED]
But I can teach
Give me a book and knowledge is what I’ll preach
I’ll give you words followed by words
Followed by words, followed by words
Write them down and LEARN
Understand what I don’t understand
That’s what I’ll teach you to do
I’ll give you what I lack, or rather bring it out of you
Creativity plus my teachings will spawn the next generation of thinkers
What I lack in talent I make up for by living through you
I’ll be rewarded for giving you what you already possess
My talent is to teach
I’m not [UNTALENTED] after all
My Shoes Are Worn
August 25, 2008
My shoes see more action than me
In and out, in and out
my feet slide in and out
creating friction between my soles and my soul.
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My shoes are worn
They’re worn because I wear them often
When I first wore my shoes we didn’t really connect
I had to break them down, break them in
Create comfort in a place tattered together by baby hands
I really love me shoes
They’re dirty and worn
To the point where no one else would dare touch them
Sealing their fate as forever mine
I dominate my shoes
Stepping on them when I feel like stepping
Sliding in them when I feel like being inside of them
My shoes are completely submissive to me
That’s why I like my shoes
I OWN THEM