| I wrote this poem about someone who's been giving a lot of grief. HOC |
| I wrote this poem about someone who's been giving a lot of grief. HOC |


The Paragon of AnimalsThe Paragon of Animals Steven RouseyThe Paragon of Animals
Independence Community College I sat, attentive, patient, straight backed in my seat. Ready for class, books stacked beside me to my right, laptop open before me, hands poised precisely over home row to take down the most studious notes any student could ever possibly take. And as such, I was playing the studious student role. Turning my papers in always on time. Reading all of my work before class. Asking all the right questions at always the right moments. The scene had begun. Now, just to wait for the entrance of the lead character.
Entering at last is my Biology p


DepersonalizationI'm a zombie Crawling softly Through a Saturday nightDepersonalization
Never waking Always sleeping My eyes won't see the light
There's something I need to tell you
There's something I need to tell you
There's something I need to tell you
Mom
I drank vodka last night And when you asked you were right
It wasn't the toothpaste I was shitfaced
Mom I'm a nice guy Promise
Feelin' better now But I don't mind some how For ratting out my friends
But they won't care It's only fair Since my sufferi


Nail Polish TaleI remember a story of a boy in love with the same sex who couldn't cease to vex over things unsatisfactory. He pained his toenails silver with polish given by a friend. With each new stroke he began to contend and argued with her in fervor. That was when it began to flake. Each speck was a part of their heart and each one tried knowledge to impart but the boy had far too much ache. So he left her alone and another came to and said he was there to help him through How could the boy have knownNail Polish Tale
that those words would mean nothing when he didn't


Difficult SimplicityWhat do I do? Torn like my unwanted love notes that I wrote and fused in the words the tendons and threads of my heart. Severed between the two of you. Discombobulated ideas unfiltered before my eyes like the tears that fall from them. Loves pleasant frustration divides my being. I feel so different with you then I do when I'm with him, but I can't let it be. The parts can't live alone, they need to be reunited. Decisions, decisions One will get hurt One will get my heart So what do I do when the answer is so simDifficult Simplicity
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Creativity has become too heavy to carry. Let's spread the load.
HOC
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Nothing will change if it stays the same ~ Me
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Creativity has become too heavy to carry. Let's spread the load.
(Haha, that one goes in the book)
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Nothing will change if it stays the same ~ Me
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I could only laugh.
I'ma watch you now. *click* 8D
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Nothing will change if it stays the same ~ Me
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