bored
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Nothing to write, nothing to listen
Oh! I don't know what happen
It was going smoothly fine
Suddenly, feeled just ashamed
How it feels to be the crush
To the heart, a easy cruel rush
Everyday, every minute, every second
I feel like I am worthless
Whatever I do is never good
I feel like I am alone
With no friends
i don't like the alchohol
it messes with my head
instead i'll chat with demons that reside under my bed
the demons know my pain because they cause it every day
Staring off into space,
Lost in thought,
Exploring a more interesting reality.
Its nothing personal,
I just prefer my own world to this one.
Shackled, lady creativity sits on the floor
And stares agaze outside her pane-less window
Watching the world go
As she's high up in the trees
Dreaming about what could have been
Fingers loose and rocking
meet Mr blob
he has no eyes no nose or ears.
he plops along with a slish and a slosh.
he never stops to take a breath or take a rest.
he has no where to go
or is he already there?
he can be stoped
Education
Boredom slowly creeps upon me,
Like a fog on top a hill.
My eyes start glazing over,
I'm not much of a creative writer.
I'm not a genius, and I'm not a fighter.
Just an average student on break going day by day,
Missing the plentiful dining hall buffet.
I sleep all day like a newborn baby,
Nothing, so blank and pure
Nothing, makes me endure
Nothing, makes everything empty
Like an evil force
And I follow its course
I hate being bored,
It’s just so boring.
Do you know what I mean?
Doubt it,
Let me show you.
You’re sick of games,
Reality, my bane;
mundanity, my employer.
If I could sell boredom,
life would be livelier.
Fantasy, my dream;
my imaginings, my world.
My mind is blank,
My thoughts won't flow.
I'm a bit bored,
So I look out the window.
I begin a new book,
It reminds me of you.
If you ask me why,
I'll have no clue.
I'm not pregnant
I don't smoke
I couldn't recognize the smell of weed even if I tried
My shorts adaquately cover my ass
But what's so surprising
Is that everything I've succeed at not being
I've been staring at the ceiling,
it is off white,
and bumpy,
and very, very boring.
sometimes it is so lonely your chest feels like its made of glass,
With summer here I don't see any progress
All the things I said I would do,
All the lies I told my self.
I'll be more productive -
and get what needs to be done, done
I'll put my needs into focus and my
Oh squiggly line in my eye,
Why can't I see you, why are you so shy?
Oh squiggly line in my eye,
You always tend to leave to 'walk right by'.
Oh squiggly line in my eye,
daydreaming about my what ifs, its one of my main highs. what if i jumped off a cliff, and i could fly. no time to die. it less boring in my mine, always aloud to dine and shine. the time is always right, let me glide through time.
Sitting at my desk trying to get some howework done.
All I can do is to look out the window,
I wish I was outside in the sun.
why are all these girls actin rachet,back in the day we were actin classy,but know its all about who got the biggest ass,you know .......... i liked the people in the past
As I sit in class the day going by so slowthe enviroment outside has a strange glowthe dull rumbling streatches across the room
Don’t mind me
I’m really ok
I just don’t want to be awake
All I ever do is make mistakes
Don’t find me
I’m running away
I just don’t want to be
Someone like me
Tired of winters
And swollen rivers
Chests heaving
People leaving
Want to sleep
Maybe for weeks
Need to sleep
Maybe for weeks
I'm sick of the struggle.The uphill battle I constantly face.The decision on whether or not to stayor leave from this place.This poem won't even express it.
Listening to your Whopper of a lessonCopying notes from the King
Automatic voice
Teacher talks despite herself
Even she is bored
Someone’s head bobs back and forth
As if to keep conscious
I feel myself fade
I feel myself disappear
Clock ticking
Time slipping
A droning sound
A droning sound
A droning sound
Fallen heads
With drooping ears
Drooling lips
Snoring noses.
A class about myths
Lost in love,
I don't want to be found,
Dear God I have never seen
an angle this close to the ground.
Being lost in love is such a strange feeling,
not being found just sounds so appealing.
*Guitar Strums*Hola, mi Profesor tu enseñas es muy maloI come in every morning with a smile, and a buenos dias,But you rush in with your papeles and your maletín onto the floor,No mas! No more...
e-town state of mind
jus tryn find molly
or maybe party like Chris Farley
smoke like Bob Marley
hella gnarly
radical dude got an attitude i aint tryna b rude
but u need to open yo eyes
Your phone is so old, so last year, not cool anymore.
That dress you are wearing is so last season.
You haven't post anything on Facebook yet.
The video you tweeted is so old I already seen it, not funny anymore.
I’m so bored,
Have nothing to do.
I’ve been staring at walls
Like a wicked shrew.
I think and think,
The INSOLENT hands of the clock
are shadily employed by boredom itself
Each tick is a moment spent examining the air
each tock is the scream of a perishing elf
Dormant, idle, indolent, motionless
We're just watching time pass
Sitting around
Being clowns
Playing with the rules
When we're all bound
To do great
So why wait?
Why sit around & contemplate
on our already planned-out fate?
