fresh start
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The cold night
shining bright
The stars above
twinkling
the wind, the sky
dark and everywhere
the sense of comfort
so perfect and surreal
the life i miss
Sometimes it is easy to get lost in the thrill of it all,
And sometimes you need to remind yourself that not everyone will be there for you when you fall.
I used to think that being alone was a bad thing, and that you need others to have fun,
But as I am getting older, I am realizing that you don't need anyone else to get things done.
I used to think that being alone was a bad thing, and that you need others to have fun,
But as I am getting older, I am realizing that you don't need anyone else to get things done.
As I have gotten older, I realized a couple of things about who I am,
And that is that I tend to leave a lot of how I feel about myself to other people, but I am really tired of giving a damn.
It seems like every time that I start to do good, there is always something that gets in the way,
And no matter how hard I try, it seems like I end up failing, and I have to restart everyday.
Why do some people make it seem like when we flip the calendar everything is going to change,
Because, to me, the thought of doing that has always been kind of strange.
I‘m holding the keys, I'm driving this car.
Played games, pushed me way too far.
I’m setting higher standards, and raising the bar.
New beginning for me, mind my business from afar.
I know a lot of people who really like sunsets, but I prefer the sunrise.
Because to me it is so much more than it's beauty, and the beautiful colors that it pains the skies.
come along to the new year
where everyone can see
a world of opportunity
the people are abuzz
with new ideas
of how to face their biggest fears
a chance for a do-over
My friend, you betrayed me.
What relief there is in that simple statement!
Your actions so entirely obliterated
Your pillar of my world that your betrayal
Has lost its sting and I am left without a doubt:
And in this day,
I am renewed.
Like a fresh spring day,
with morning dew.
My heart stays compassionate,
as so does my mind.
But with a fresh start,
leaving the past behind.
January was lovely
Crisp and cool and clear
December was so dreary
Shrouded in mist and fear
I can’t recall what happened
The way I get up every day
With a yawn - a stretch - a scratch
Greeting the morning sun with a grimace
Reaching for the last tendrils of sleep
Morning
Wake Up!
A new day!
The sun shines so bright…
What time is it? 8:54…?
I have class in six minutes! Run, run, run…!
Was that due today??
I use my words because they define me
Scrambled in my brain until paper sets them free
I use my words because today, actions lead to manslaughter
I didn't know colors.
I thought that they were mixed,
a simple product of light,
bouncing off,
as rays.
Only the modern physics.
That's all I saw.
The calculated facts.
I'm always so sad
Someone tell me what's wrong.
They say there will come a day,
Eruptions, explosions, stars dying emitting their luminous lights that exasperate us.
Tock
Tock
Wash your hands.
Remember: paper, lines, game.
Paper: history, English
O.
Did I lock my car?
Memorize your lines
Rehearsal rehearsal rehearsal.
Caught off guard;
Shock held silent grip;
A few sniffles emerged;
Red cups in a fence with a bouquet
Spelling the words
RIP Spez.
For the first time
Teachers sobed openly in front
What this money means to me
Is that one day I'll succeed
I'll succeed to achieve my dreams
These days feel like half-empty sheets of paper
and I don't have enough ink in my pen
My coffee has gone cold
but I continue drinking,
because drinking
is a nervous habit of mine
