Talking to talk.
Writing to write
Laughing to cry
Crying to laugh
Stress of the future
Trouble of the past
Broken computers
Mind filled with wrath
Doing the best I can
With what I have left
With only 12 days
I feel sad and glad
Appreciating all the good times I’ve had
But before doing that I need to finish what I started
I’m eating less and less.
I’m running out of time.
My mind is a mess
From the inside to outside
Organizing whats left
Running out of breathe
Staying strong if i try
But easy to wine
Trying my best not to lie
To everything that I keep inside
Hope my energy keeps running
Till I run out of sight
Summer.
I need your golden rays
I need your carefree attitude
I need this weight from off of my back
I need the ocean that breaks its waves
I need that time at home with family
I need that peace with my dearest friends
Oh summer I’m ready, are you ready for me?
I just need your peace of simplicity
Foggy mist covers the sky.
Moods deepen within the shade.
My eyes tired with a wired gaze
I try to keep positive, but the stress weighs over
Trying to stay in control, but running out of energy.
I need more fuel to keep engine burning.
But what burns will burn out
And what ignites will shine
Until some one blows out the candle light
My hands are shaking for many diverse reasons.
Perhaps its my body pleading for treason
But this is what happens towards the end of the season
Organization.
A useful tool if one knows how to use it.
A deadly tool if one doesn’t.
i feel its the random luck of the draw to determine which day I understand and which I can’t.
My mind is scattered leaving bits and pieces everywhere. Problem lies when I go back to re-trace my steps when its too late.
I need to clean my mind. Clean my body. Clean my heart. Clean my room. Clean my work. Clean
Washing my face helps wake the mind. The cold water creeping through my hair, seducing goosebumps out of their mid-night slumber. Trickling down my face like a roar of thunder.
I shake my head until this thought blows over
Coffee brewing
People babbling
Stress Increasing
Ciggerates smoking
Energy blazing
Fingers typing
Caffeine raging
Mind numbing
Heart pumping
Foot thumping
Knees shaking
Eyes waking
Risk taking
Head Aching
Sleep deprived
Mind stretched wide
No wear to hide
Out of time
Damn.
This week has just been one of those weeks. Right when the 2nd semester is about to end, all this work piles up in the last few moments we have left to enjoy. It started when my computer stopped working a week ago. My computer seemed okay, however my screen just wouldn’t turn on. I took it in to GRC and they said I had to send it in, because my screen was broken. What an inconvient time for something like this to happen. Anyway I rolled with it, b/c theres not much I can do other than try to save all the important information on my flash drive to carry around campus. My friend had a projector that he hooked up to my computer so I could view my desk top from the projected image. Anyway I used it mainly to finish my unit 4 paper, however last night when I was making the final corrections, I left in one of the public computers in the 1st floor in the library. I realized about 10-15 mins afterwards to find it gone after going back to check. The main desk hadn’t seen it or anything, and was forced to re-write my paper on top of all the other work I had to complete last night. I running out of room to breathe I feel. I keep feeling overwhemled with all the shit I have to complete in the last week. hope i can survive
Today is a day where people should go to the river. Take a walk, ride a bike, skateboard, or drive. It doesn’t matter. Days like this are too good to waste. I can’t staying in doors when the weather is above 60. So to any one who reads this take a walk out side, and enjoy. YoU got nothing to lose.
The weather grows warm
As the birds chirp their songs
Far away from the farms
Where I used to belong
With my new friends
I enjoy the last weeks
Before leaving again
Filled with grief & relief
While balancing work
With my socialized life
Enjoying all the quirks
That come along with the ride
Spontaneous fingertips touching piano keys
Producing electricity, feeling weak in the knees
Emotions dance in a trance like wild cats
Growling for a long awaited mid night snack
The keys roar louder with percussion that follow
Flying high in the sky like the sons of apollo
Standing comfortable in their chariots of fire
Seducing the energy out of societies pliers
So one better get a grip before his hands have slipped
Upon the sounds of a musician blowing out what was lit
As random strangers begin to dance in choreography
They feel the jive in their thighs regardless of geography
Producing cheshire smiles from all vibrant people
Together they understand preaching their artists steeples
Of love and war to life and death
Where everyone speaks, and everyone rests
Just as jazz gives people the purpose to be
Whatever it is that sets them free to speak
