Been a while, POETRY!
I’m walking through a dark hallway.
Few torches line the walls, Dimly lighting the path
The twilight plays with my vision.
I keep imagining a small child walking behind me
and something like a sentinel in the distance.
As I travel the path, I come to a fork. Left or Right? I don’t know.
I feel thirsty, for something, some one maybe?
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Apparently I was born today 22 years ago.
And so begins the trend that birthdays no longer hold meaning anymore. Yay getting older.
I got into one of those drawing moods one night.
A long something I wrote
I am at that point in life
Where the questions are all the same
What are your plans?
What are you going to do with your life?
As if I have to be in a hurry to know those answers right now.
My answers are generally the same
Maybe I’ll do this, maybe I’ll do that.
The truth is… I’m lost
One year from graduating and I’m lost
I have no direction,
no calling,
no guidance,
no passion,
no clue,
no confidence.
I trudge along day by day
Never thinking about what lies in front of me
around me
or what I could be doing.
I make choices that feel good now
but hurt me in the future
And I act like I’m okay with that
I grow attached to things I know will come to and end
and I push away things that are here to stay.
And even as I sit here reflecting on this
I can’t help but feel that it will all go back to the way it was tomorrow.
That’s the way it’s always been, right?
So why should this time be any different?
Wrong. Something has to give
Something has to change
No longer can I accept this broken view
of life
of the world
of myself
Non longer can I accept that this is all life has to offer
I must move on
I must move forward into the future
Step by step
into the ever present darkness.
So I’ll say it again,
I’m lost… but I’m still looking
I’m lost… but I’m not giving up
I’m lost-
and even when I try and convince myself
that it is hopeless
I will not stop searching.
nickthegeekbear:
omywolf:
blue-alchemist:
I texted my friend Victor, I used a shotgun, and I last ate Chow Mein w/ Orange Chicken and Sweet Fire Chicken from Panda Express… BRING IT ON!
OHHHHHHH min Was Josh - my boyfriend- and i used a machine gun and di last ate gummy bears and a tuna sandwich :3 sooooo I’M READYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My friend Nathan, some kind of machine gun from the Mass Effect 3 demo, and a plate of things not good for me: PB&J sammich (rare for me… I don’t care for them often), white fudge covered Oreos, cordial cherry Hershey’s Kisses, and cherry limeade fruit punch kool-aid mix.
Ugh. I guess it could be worse, but this is not optimal. Rob (my best friend of 15 years) is the zombie fanatic with all the guns and the nice car. I think I would have a better chance of survival.
The worst part, though? PB&J for life. I’ll be hunting down some canned corn, TYVM.
Hmm, I don’t seem too screwed. I survive with my friend Jes, who is awesome. Apparently my weapon is a pair of rocket/shotgun powered boxing gloves that increase my speed when used. Annnnd I get to eat omolettes for a lifetime. I’m down.
Saw this, then laughed out loud in the libary. ooooops.