Wednesday's gone

Today was okay. I need to take the trash to the road before I go to bed. I wrote a new rap song. This should be interesting. Trying to find a beat for it is like trying to find buried treasure...or like trying to watch Nicolas Cage find treasure. I miss my bros.

Discussions

Just finished all of my Discussion Topics in Volleyball officiating. I am so eager to learn Volleyball. For all of you who may be reading, if you haven't figured it out by now I am a MALE. I soley believe that Volleyball is a women's sport. Might as well be called Kitchenball.

Uggh.

Today was a drag. I should be in Indiana right now with the boys. I'm so tired of being here. I'm SO tired of being here. Thinking about joining the Air National Guard. Tuition Assistance would be really helpful right now. So I can finally just leave this place. My grandmother is in the hospital sick. Not sure what's going on with that situation. Recorded some of "Over You" tonight. Finally figured out how to work that god forsaken drum machine within the system. I'm juggling between, Facebook, this, my phone, and I'm about to pull up Faulkner's website to get some of this school done. I have taken just about every class this college has to offer. I figured that out when the last two classes were World-Lit and VOLLEYBALL OFFICIATING. Lordy.

More.

Why do you do this to me?
You push and pull me away.
You take and give.
You plant the seed, and then kill it.
Your moods change like the winds blow.
You stop and then you go.
You never take time with things,
rushing and rushing around.
Why must it end so soon?
Darling, the flower has hardly bloomed.
Why let the fear set in from something so far away?
Why let small things turn you away?
The colors of the emotions.
The metallic armor that shields me.
The distance.
The touch.
The bond.
The need.
I need you.

More poetry.

If love was a page.
My page would be unwritten.
For I am young and naive.
And often bitten.
By the ones I let in too close.
Who think my heart to be a joke.
And cast me away.
Into a bin full of waste.
Am I waste?
Am I a waste of time?
I don't even care if any of my words rhyme.
I have no structure.
I have no chain.
I have no master.
I am no slave.
I enjoy walking where no other has been before.
I see beauty behind closed doors.
I want to be someone remembered.
Loved and cared for.
But all hope just seems lost now.
Should I care anymore?

Shorter, sweeter.

Procrastination is a pain,
I cannot afford to let it win again.
I work too hard to be thrown to the ground.
Struggling, helpless, I scream, no sound.
I often think of a town so mellow,
And in this dream I'm a happy fellow.
I do not want perfection,
Only grace, and fine protection.
For, perfection is a substance that can never be attained.

Poetry is kind of a big deal..

Here I stand,
At the mercy of a windstorm.
In the arms of bulletproof glass.
I am so protected,
but I can still fall apart.

Here I stand,
feet on the ground,
shoulder to the wall.
Relaxation is overrated,
destiny will call.

Here I stand,
In a hole dug six feet.
There is no telling, here,
Whom all I might meet.
Take me foward.

Here I stand,
In the light of all that once was.
In a galaxy of unknown.
Don't even ask.
You are not allowed to know.