This is NO Poem, Just a Long List of Complaing and a Big Question
By Aroura Eden
I’m so tired I can’t sleep Every single moment is spent dwelling I dwell in deep pools of Ok this is crap I can’t sleep I’m so tired I can’t write I can’t paint I can’t... Nothing makes sense I can’t sleep I’m sorry… See what I mean I don’t even remember typing that last line! I’m so confused Man this is screwed up Every thing I do is in sync I’m so predictable I hate repeating my self I’m so hungry I JUST ATE! I want to sleep!’ Please let me sleep I think I’m going to go jump off a bridge and see if I bounce Just something to do To keep me occupied What if I, oh no that’s no good, I don’t think any of you would want to read that Like a bug on the windshield All white and pasty Man I feel blue OH, ICE CREAM! No that is your taste buds talking Your not even, I’m just typing to type Now I’m turning green I need a shopping fix Ah I think I’m going to hurl What’s wrong with meNo one has to grade me this is not a poem, at least I don't think it is. I just want some one's input on what the crap this is. Has any one felt like this, how do I get rid of it? Roury Written April 11th, 2002 © on Apr 11 2002 03:45 PM PST 10 • 0
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"I’m so tired..."