10/10 blog post:
On the road traveling to an unknown
Looking for something I can refer to as my home
Hoping that I would not have to do this alone
(work in progress)
Thursday, October 10, 2013
Monday, October 7, 2013
Modified version of Thom Gunn's "A Map of the City"
My title: "A Map of the Country"
I stand near an abyss and see the long fall below me
I look up and see a sky as blue as can be
I look to the right and see sand dunes and tumbleweeds rolling seemlessly
I look up and see eternal light and hope
I picture the city filled with attractions aimed to cope
With the daily struggles of life
I see a utopia with imperfections, but this country is as good as anyone can hope
I see rolling tumbleweeds and babbling streams, not a sense of struggle or strife is within sight
My title: "A Map of the Country"
I stand near an abyss and see the long fall below me
I look up and see a sky as blue as can be
I look to the right and see sand dunes and tumbleweeds rolling seemlessly
I look up and see eternal light and hope
I picture the city filled with attractions aimed to cope
With the daily struggles of life
I see a utopia with imperfections, but this country is as good as anyone can hope
I see rolling tumbleweeds and babbling streams, not a sense of struggle or strife is within sight
Friday, October 4, 2013
Why do we start the morning off in a gray dullness that is so underwhelming
And end the day with a night so dark that it is hard to see yourself?
There is not a worse feeling than peeling off the warm and secure covers and setting a warm foot on the cold floor
How can this be a sane routine?
It is the worst torture!
Not even a splash of water on the face can awaken me
What I would give just to have another five minutes in my literal security blanket
Maybe all I need is a quick splash of water in my face
But getting to the bathroom sink at this point would feel like running a full race
Why do I have to be up so early?
Surely this must be cruel an unusual punishment, for what greater hoy is their than sleep?
Sleep is pure serenity, a calm babbling brook that helps soothe the soul.
Yet every morning, I interrupt this process rather rudely, being shaken and getting told that I have to hurry if I want to get to school on time
Some days, I would rather just not leave the comfort of my own bed, because I must say, my literal security blanket is quite sublime.
And end the day with a night so dark that it is hard to see yourself?
There is not a worse feeling than peeling off the warm and secure covers and setting a warm foot on the cold floor
How can this be a sane routine?
It is the worst torture!
Not even a splash of water on the face can awaken me
What I would give just to have another five minutes in my literal security blanket
Maybe all I need is a quick splash of water in my face
But getting to the bathroom sink at this point would feel like running a full race
Why do I have to be up so early?
Surely this must be cruel an unusual punishment, for what greater hoy is their than sleep?
Sleep is pure serenity, a calm babbling brook that helps soothe the soul.
Yet every morning, I interrupt this process rather rudely, being shaken and getting told that I have to hurry if I want to get to school on time
Some days, I would rather just not leave the comfort of my own bed, because I must say, my literal security blanket is quite sublime.
Wednesday, October 2, 2013
10/2 blog post:
Needing a reason to keep fighting
It has absolutely nothing to do with the timing
It in fact feels like I am just arriving
A deep breath to regain composure
The only thing I need is closure
A long point in which I am still trying to catch my breath
A long sigh, and now I am ready for the rest
Needing a reason to keep fighting
It has absolutely nothing to do with the timing
It in fact feels like I am just arriving
A deep breath to regain composure
The only thing I need is closure
A long point in which I am still trying to catch my breath
A long sigh, and now I am ready for the rest
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