some bad poetry that is the result of boredom and unproductive exam revision is all that came out of my brain today. It makes sense in context, but it poems are more interesting out of context I find... make of it what you will.
I wanted to go outside in the snow
Through that gap in the broken window
How far down I don’t know
Can I fall how high or how low.
I hear voices calling me
Saying unintelligible things but they are calling me
With my eyes their owners I can’t see
With my heart I know them intimately.
My world is made of turquoise and blues
Their world is of a million hues
A curiosity, my most potent muse
A vision impossible to lose.
I will leave one day and join them
At some God forsaken hour of a.m.
Will they welcome or will they condemn
Will they allow me to plant my stem.
Or will I fly until the colours below dissipate to muddled blue
Till I reach the place where nothing grew
Till I can’t be reach by no matter who
Where the air no voice can penetrate through
totally unproductive of you to write this but it was good XD as expected from someone odd like you hehehe...wait...scrath the odd....maybe =p
ReplyDeletethanks! wow ill REALLY regret not finishing embryology tomorrow D:
ReplyDeleteI re-read this, and yes, it is still good. Also hurray for communicating via-blogspot again now that you're back. Although it is not actually *that*..err...hurray-worthy because I rarely update my blog now.
ReplyDeleteUni's just too much and there's not enough time for me to sit still and update. And if there is enough time for me to sit still and update....well I'd rather use that time sleeping hahaha.
How've you been anyway? and what've you been up to?