Hero

Devan is my hero because we speak in prose. I just needed to put this somewhere so as to not lose it.


( * Joi Grey )} --- Birds flying across the sky, throwing shadows on our eyes, leave us helpless, helpless, helpless-- says:
I hope it comes to you like a wave of inspiration

Devan says:
a welcom splash upon my weary eyes, dried by the passing hours of wake

Devan says:
(very nice, very nice)

{( * Joi Grey )} --- Birds flying across the sky, throwing shadows on our eyes, leave us helpless, helpless, helpless-- says:
Ticking slowly as the time goes by, staring holes into the ceiling

Devan says:
for what is the ticking of a clock but an illusion~a lie~something described that never was

Devan says:
water flows from holes and brings sleeo

Devan says:
sleep*

{( * Joi Grey )} --- Birds flying across the sky, throwing shadows on our eyes, leave us helpless, helpless, helpless-- says:
As lakes slowly dry over time that never was

Devan says:
AHA! inspired sleep comes with time~sleep is a lie unto itself until described otherwise!

Devan says:
(bitchslapped!)

{( * Joi Grey )} --- Birds flying across the sky, throwing shadows on our eyes, leave us helpless, helpless, helpless-- says:
Thought sleep may be a lie, within it we find truths of tomorrow and oblivion of today

Devan says:
only the concept of today and tomorrow is a lie ~ but then you're just being cynical!

{( * Joi Grey )} --- Birds flying across the sky, throwing shadows on our eyes, leave us helpless, helpless, helpless-- says:
Yesterday and tomorrow may not exist, but the present will always be.

Yay for random bits of poetry, they make me feel better about my life.

Life. Living. How?

So I have this problem. I can't communicate, I can't focus, I can't feel, and just to top it off I've been sick for 3 weeks, and I have no motivation to do anything. There's no one left to talk to and those who try I have a tendancy to push away and disregard with an air of detatched boredom. I don't know what I should do anymore. I just don't want to be like this. I want to be normal and have friends who feel they can talk to me, or who aren't affraid to approach me. Everyone must think I'm insane, not that I care, or say I'm not, because I probably am.

And then there is everyone's favourite 6 letter word - Stress. My life is full of it. And being sick does not remedy the situation. I'm sure I failed my math midterm. I spent more time coughing and trying not to gag than actually concentration on the problems. As a result I did not finish on time.

I wonder what next fantastic week has in store for me. I really don't want to know.

Exceptions to the rules?

You

Shriek at it as it burns you

Slowing ripping flesh and mind

Nowhere to go, can't run away

You want out, make it stop.

Can you chase away what's in your mind?

Can you write it out and force it away?

Will it stay within you forever?

Release

Forget.

Relax.

Fake.

No more lies.

Crying eyes.

Hypnotized.

It doesn't want you anymore than you do.

Of course you don't want you either.

Who are you?

What are you?

Do you even want to know?

NO.

Because if you did it would get you.

You don't even know what you're running from.

But it's there.

Always watching.

Always deceiving.

Always hungering for you.

You are nothing.

I am nothing.

Nothing wants to get you.

Except you.