00:58 - 01.30.2002
A Poem
Listening to: "Break Stuff" by Limp Bizkit
I'm bored. And I can't sleep. So, here's a poem I wrote a while ago. Enjoy.
Four
The Green Needles come yet again
With white stars, inevitably
Suddenly, without warning . . .
The Rebirth commences
Slumbers terminate
. . . And new Barbie blossoms
Intensity arrives
Our scholastic horrors come to an end
Oranges never seem to have mercy
All is cool
Helicopters and such fall to the ground
And the Pencils and Paper come back to haunt us
Again with our white stars
The young ones yearn . . . to see their angels in the stars
When my English teacher first read it two years ago (when I wrote it), he asked me if I was on drugs. I don't think it's that hard to understand.
--why? because i love him!!
