Category: Writers Block
What can I say, I was tired and needed to stay awake in Earth and Space Science. I have no idea where this came from. My fingers just followed my head and thus, I give you something that was entitled 'Insanity'.
Enjoy and feel free to give me feedback, as always.
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You’re beautiful, especially when you’re saying nothing; when you’re just listening and understanding. Your words are all spoken with the thick-edged tint of psycho-analysis, and that scares everyone except me. They call you crazy because you think and stray so far away from yourself that when you come down it hurts. The pain comes like a bullet to the chest, and it leaves you wondering why you torture your beautiful mind with the pain of others. All because you want too, all because you feel you need to give back to this world indirectly.
They frown upon your views, upon your ideals as if they’ve never heard them before. It’s all because they’re from you though, if they were from one of them, one of those people that always got somethin’ to say that only _they_ know about, then of course, it’d be the best thing since Shakespeare.
Patience comes naturally for you, from what I’ve seen. Soft-spoken you are when you want to be, the thick accented words delivered with that touch of confidence only you possess. Arrogant, you know they call you that, that and foolish, but it’s okay. You listen; absorbing it all, your mind twisting the possibilities of their words and there redundant comments.
He who does not care will fall, and when he does fall, he will burn never realizing the true meaning of self-control. Control needs to be given up to that who can tame it, for control is a live wire with demonstrative consequences.
As this analytical piece begins its slow descent to it’s untimely end, I’ll ask you, what it is to burn? The fires of life and love consuming one, until they are not alive, they are but a shell of a life that has passed by before eyes tired and dull. The fear of running out of the lust for life slackens the jaw and dims speech until it is but a whisper of beautiful spoken letters.
Gone are feelings of indignation, yes, indignation, being steadfast within your views, feeling confident in your sayings, knowing that you_ are right. Not anymore, for you my friend have fallen, and learned what it is to burn.
Wow! U thought of that in science class? Were U thinking of any1 imparticular? that was good!
Beautiful as always, Cort. You're so good at writing stuff like this, i swear.
wow Cort. Some of my best work comes out of being bored in class. This was amazing girl. I didn't know you wrote like this. You have to post more. That, was the best poem type thinggy I've read in a long time. wow
Hey, Kala.
I'm glad you liked that. Keep your head up. I've got more you can read.<Br>Caitlin,
I just write from the heart, I don't know if it ever turns out good. Sometimes I'll take a double-take and go, 'did I write that?', and it's like, 'wow, I really did.'
Littlestarlet09,
I don't know if I actually wrote that for someone, or if I wrote out someone, if that makes any sense. I feel like in a way, I painted them, sketched them; drew out there character.