10
It’s hard to expose yourself
in front of a crowd that’s ready to tear you apart
only because they fear your words and thoughts.
They intimidate you and make you doubt yourself
they try to break you by trying to change you
but you stay strong by standing your ground.
You stand firm in front of them
and take in their beatings;
no muscles move, no tears escape your eyelids,
no weakness is shown—you know your ground.
But then, that one person, he had to go there.
He had to say the one thing that would break the seal.
And a waterfall flows from your eyes,
but he didn’t see.
You sneaked away before he could. And you still seem strong.
7
Woke up in the morning
feeling like P.Diddy—
or rather, any other
rapper or rockstar
for I felt as though I
had a hangover, but
how could that be?
Did I get up in the
middle of the night
and party with Bret
Michaels? Did I go to
Murphy’s and danced
with the black guy that
creeps in the corner?
Did he buy me a drink
and I actually drank it?
Am I nuts?!
No. I just slept too much.
Now I sit and drink coffee
and wait for the aching
to go away so I can tackle
this day by sucking its dick.
National Poetry Month
Let it begin!
Your favourite band isn’t your favourite band just because of the music. Yes, that’s a huge part, but it’s also their personalities. It’s when finding out that they’re not coming to your city ruins your week. If you’ve seen them live, you know the dates by heart. It’s the fact that their videos can make you smile with tears streaming down your face. You can make fun of them like you do with your best friend. You do chores just to earn enough to buy a ticket, CD, t-shirt, DVD. You fall in love with their personalities. You cry because you’re so proud of them. You defend them with your life. For some people, they’ve saved their lives. You love the crew like you love the band. They’re the reason you know some of your best friends.
(Source: toaster-streudels, via osnapitskarla)
Haha.
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Update: One day prior to Taylor’s birthday.
I am home. But am I relaxing? Somewhat, but mostly, I’m doing homework, and you know what? I’m okay with it. I’m glad that I got a lot of time to get my work done. I feel…awesome.
Tomorrow shall be awesome, as well—well, later today, technically. I’m gonna visit my grandmother, eat, probably do some laundry, read, read, read, take a shower, eat and then read.
Ahh…the life of an English major is never finished.
