No breakups, no balls – I write about the
dried paint on the walls. It may not be much
But it’s what I’ve got. So I sit down to write
and give it a shot. My life could be more
fun. I know that’s true. But I asked for this
and know what to do. Once I graduate
I can go crazy again. I can a-
waken quiet hazy about the last night
and in the morning say it’s all alright.
I’ll feel no mourning about the past trans-
gressions and loudly live my day with a
vigor quite proudly. But it can’t be now.

Right now school is cool and I do not want
to play the darn fool. I need to work and
get my gold degree. It’ll let me be me.
It’ll let others see. It’s who I need be.


Welcome to the empty recesses of my mind! I'm a recent college graduate realizing a Creative Writing degree was a bad idea. Give me a pity like. Or you could check out the about sections (on the front page and about this author page) on my blog to learn a little more about me. Whatever.

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