its half one in the morning and i cant sleep so i annalysed all my poetry for gcse then wrote a poem attempt on the last few hours, tbh, has no rhyme and stucture, just how i feel
when the blood pumbs through you so fast
your body shakes stupid, faster
and you roll up to hold yourself together
yet you still feel the pulse quicker and quicker
and everything you've dreamed away
dawns on you at once
in all its importance
and you cant ignore it,
you have to act on it now
and your emotions get torn in a way you cant understand
soo much to do
soo much you have to do
jump jump jump jump
your stupidity, past mistakes, regrets
they all matter
they all cause this pain and need
so you switch on the light
and you read, you note, you work
faster than you ever do in the wakeing hours
and yet theres soo much running to do
you can sprint your heart out but you'll never get there
you work work work
and then you cry
you cry for the things you didnt and couldnt achieve
the things you wanted to do with those precious few hours
but couldnt
a little random i suppose... x feeling a little better now, made a plan of everything ill do in the next week, tho i never follow plans but hey, all i have to do now is sleep, so this revisions not futile, easier said than done however
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