Saturday, May 2, 2009

Procrastinating

I want to show you kiddies what it really means to rock and roll...

I have an ocean of testosterone circulating through my body. Who knows what will happen. Sometimes we just have to let go and give it everything. Did anyone ever really dream of being mediocre? We dream of being the best. I'm not stopping until you get it. Too bad no one cares! They seriously don't care about your "problems" because we are all fighting our own battles. Nice try, game over, game over man.

The waiting is the hardest part
Every day you see one more card
You take it on faith, you take it to the heart
The waiting is the hardest part

I still have 10 pages to write and 2 tests to study for. Shit
I'm proud of myself though...

Walk around the room with a glaze in your stare.
In your tuxedo suit.
I will give it a name.
Lower your defenses.
Lower your casket.
Open the door and open your grave.
Murder.
Now you're doing the waltz with your murderer.
Mediocrity is the killer.
You find yourself helpless.
Christ is not a fashoin, fleeting away.
He laid emeralds in her eyes,
but I'd already tried a bracelet made of gold
and a scarlet thread around her wrist.
Everything was wrong so we sang sentimental songs.
Oh how seldom we belong but how elegant our kiss.
We painted crooked lines,
but danced in perfect time to a love so much refined,
we know not what it is until like a dullen wine we pour into a grief know before
but never quite like this.
All I know now is regret,
it follows like a silhouette along the cobblestone behind us,
but has nothing to say except to innocently ask,
its voice delicate as glass,
Do you see me when we pass?
but I continue on my way.

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