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Array ( [sid] => 64735 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Cold [time] => 2004-09-22 13:53:01 [hometext] => I don't know why I wrote this. It's not that good. Just some thoughts that were buzzing thouhg my mind. [bodytext] =>
What am I supposed to do,
With all these hours, I am wasting.
I cannot go to school
And I cannot go to sleep.

My head is hurting with all these thoughts,
I guess I over think a bit.
I want to kick some ones butt,
But I am too weak to stand up.

I went down stairs and now I cannot go back up.
I am drained of energy but sleep won’t come.
My room is freezing and the pellet stove wont work,
I think it hates me.

Lines from bad poems run through my mind.
And images of favorite movies fill my eyes.
I cannot get a moments rest,
Once I sit down, I have to get right back up again.

My purple seashell lets me hear
The ocean waves against the shore.
But I know it will be another two weeks
Before I can hear the waves for real.

I’m hungry but I don’t want to eat,
My stomach is churning so it won’t stay down.
For some reason it seems to matter
That I miss two days of school.

I can make up the work but I don’t want to.
All I want to do is sleep
But it’s to cold here for something like that.
And my words do not even make sense.
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Cold

Contributed by SlimStaple on Wednesday, 22nd September 2004 @ 01:53:01 PM in AEST
Topic: MiscPoems




What am I supposed to do,
With all these hours, I am wasting.
I cannot go to school
And I cannot go to sleep.

My head is hurting with all these thoughts,
I guess I over think a bit.
I want to kick some ones butt,
But I am too weak to stand up.

I went down stairs and now I cannot go back up.
I am drained of energy but sleep won’t come.
My room is freezing and the pellet stove wont work,
I think it hates me.

Lines from bad poems run through my mind.
And images of favorite movies fill my eyes.
I cannot get a moments rest,
Once I sit down, I have to get right back up again.

My purple seashell lets me hear
The ocean waves against the shore.
But I know it will be another two weeks
Before I can hear the waves for real.

I’m hungry but I don’t want to eat,
My stomach is churning so it won’t stay down.
For some reason it seems to matter
That I miss two days of school.

I can make up the work but I don’t want to.
All I want to do is sleep
But it’s to cold here for something like that.
And my words do not even make sense.




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Re: Cold (User Rating: 1 )
by CoLD on Friday, 24th September 2004 @ 11:34:41 PM AEST
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I actually like that, it reminds me of how I've been feeling.


Re: Cold (User Rating: 1 )
by Always on Sunday, 3rd October 2004 @ 10:51:11 PM AEST
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Always this happens to us all I think. Thanx for putting it out there.




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