Junior Jump scares

Stale Pottery (rambling)

12:45am 10/15/2024
Blob of unshaped clay
Stale Pottery

My insides are all twisted
My mind awake as hell
I'm staring at the ceiling thinking I can never tell.
12:45am
Throwing coins in a wishing well
I'm asked to choose heads or tails
That's the task that always fails
Crushing in the day on every boy in sight
Dreaming about firewoman saving me at night
Fantasies are a funny thing only holding subconscious might
Here I go again rambling about men or woman, pants or tights

Wether I stay in my position
Or expand my horizan
Start a small business and marry a business man
A junior in college
Too confused to speak

Men or woman
Ads or film
Throw em in the melting pot and bake em in the kiln
And once the peice has matured and shined
It's taken out perfect and refined
It knows what it is and it's all mine

But for now I've got all of this clay and ticking time
As the distractions follow
So do mine
And the pottery gets stale as I ponder the shape
To shape my own future
That's a tall order to bake
As I sit here with clay pondering the shape afraid that if I touch it
I'll destroy its past traits
The scratches and blotches and bruises from old
A blob of clay
On a desk
Ice cold
Afraid it will go unsold
Unless I can shape it to a yellow marigold
Or perhaps just a vase with potential to hold
Sitting and pondering
Stale clay and hunched shoulders
I don't want to sit at this pottery until I'm nothing but bones and dried arteries

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10/16/2024 6:02pm
Rest

I really need to rest.
I need to decompress
And my midterms are stressing me
They're honestly depressing me.

I really need a break
From these metaphoric gates
Every single task undone
I thought that college would be fun

I have my space
But never the time
I have a fortune yet I'm not worth a dime

I feel the cold air cover me
And a can finially breathe