pondering
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My thoughts linger hazily in my head.
My heartbeat no longer pounds in my ears.
My stomachs is numb and hollow.
A faint high pitched buzz consumes my vision.
My thoughts linger hazily in my head.
My heartbeat no longer pounds in my ears.
My stomachs is numb and hollow.
A faint high pitched buzz consumes my vision.
i go to a beautiful university
with an amazing campus
breath-taking views
nooks and crannies
it’s so small i cross all of them daily
the only problem with going to
a beautiful university
Here I am, again, alone,
Wondering what to do.
Should I talk to myself?
Or watch movies in lieu
Of the time I wish I had
To spend here with you.
Here I am, again, alone,
Wondering what to do.
Humanity knows nothing, and everything is a question, from the insignificant to the minutely less insignificant, like why did I have a bad day, and why does the universe exist.
Sometimes I wonder,
if what I write becomes reality?
In some distant universe my blunder
means catastrophe.
But if that is the case,
then what happens when I erase?
We are all stranded in a deserted dominion
Opressed by one's self, that's fact not opinion
We take for granted what at glance is obvious and true
For when we question is when we get the full view
Have you ever wondered
What it's like to be a star?
Twinkling against the dark night sky
Wished upon, waiting to die.
To be small as a speck of dust
Upon a child's eye.
Stumbling aimlessly down a dismal, unlit road,
Unconsciously steering myself towards pristine beginnings.
A world anew, sky white as the driven snow, but in a split fraction of a moment,
Everyone is so obsessed with virginity. They ask:
Are you still a virgin?
How come?
You're not?
Who'd you lose it to?
When? Where?
How? But I ask back
Twinkle, twinkle, little star
How I wonder how you are.
Since no one seems to ask if you're alright;
Are you okay, will you live to shine another night?
Up above a world you once knew,
Indeed imagination is inundated inside interminable ideas,
Pouring purposes, poetry-pondering pages pertaining panegyric phrases,
Entrapped, effortlessly entombed - ears eternally earning effrontery.
I never told myself that I would wait
Nothing against the people that do
It’s actually a good character trait
But it’s over, it’s done, I did it with you
And now a little part of me feels somewhat consumed
I reach into the shadows and my hand touches your face,
Every single line of yours my fingers pretend to trace,
I wonder - could this torture last forever?
My love, I'm seeking you in shadows,
Looking upon stars-Glowing spears of light,Like a child Amazed at fireflies.Realizing:I'm entity small,A speck in a grand world;Erratically beautiful Phenomenally tranquil. What lies beyond, A world of comfort,Normalcy? Fear, of a final frontier/M
Roads, as far they go,
Can only hope for the tread
Of a father and son
So lost in a world that
Could only propoagte and burst
Past its invisible seams.
Their world is godless
