for the next few days...

i think i'll just put up a bunch of old poetry i found lying around at the back of my closet.
yay to slacking :)

gotta sleep sometime

the heaviness weighs heavy on my eyelids
something keeping my shoulders slack, can't quite tell what it is
the responsibility of posisble flammable activity
supplants minor worries about the mousetraps surrounding me

the things i have to do but don't wanna do
the places i have to go but i don't wanna go
exchanging one friendship for one love
reworking the words for one thing i can't get enough of

it's never quite warm when the attitude's this cold
trying to squeeze in a revolution while still doing what i'm told
it won't go anywhere; it'll explose during takeoff like a 747
but it'll still be a lot more fun than flipping through the twisted text and

believing word for word; the rhythm's crooked words
walking down the alleyway hearing the song and getting lured
what'll happen in the future is outside of these hands
but when i tell you this you don't want to understand

maybe i'm not what you're looking for, maybe i'm not the one
that's supposed to shoulder your love and provide you with the sun
maybe i'm meant to be a meandering fool sitting in the rain
or maybe not, only when it's over and one will there be an end to pain