Post by Binx on Oct 8, 2009 16:03:23 GMT -5
Sitting, thinking, waiting, dreaming,
I count the days, often scheming.
The hours fly, and through my head,
Thoughts continue, steady, streaming.
My heart is thundering, loudly beating;
My heart is aching--wanting, needing
Just a little clarity to stop
My fragile heart from slowly bleeding.
My breath, like thoughts, like broken thread,
My breath, so loud, sounds through my head;
I wish the noise would kindly end,
But I fear I'll hear the worst instead.
If I look close, I see the crease;
Will the mania ever cease?
The blurring colors make me sick;
I beg, demand, cry for peace.
I play the game, but I fear the cost;
I feel the chills, cold like frost.
I want to stop, but I know I can't;
My past is wasted, my future lost...
This is probably going on a college application to a private arts college up north. I thought it was fine, but when my mother read it... well, the look on her face made me feel like it must be crap.... Tell me what you think...?
I count the days, often scheming.
The hours fly, and through my head,
Thoughts continue, steady, streaming.
My heart is thundering, loudly beating;
My heart is aching--wanting, needing
Just a little clarity to stop
My fragile heart from slowly bleeding.
My breath, like thoughts, like broken thread,
My breath, so loud, sounds through my head;
I wish the noise would kindly end,
But I fear I'll hear the worst instead.
If I look close, I see the crease;
Will the mania ever cease?
The blurring colors make me sick;
I beg, demand, cry for peace.
I play the game, but I fear the cost;
I feel the chills, cold like frost.
I want to stop, but I know I can't;
My past is wasted, my future lost...
This is probably going on a college application to a private arts college up north. I thought it was fine, but when my mother read it... well, the look on her face made me feel like it must be crap.... Tell me what you think...?
