Unmotivated,
Unobservant,
Undeniably exhausted,
Unprecedented stress,
Unhealthy new habits.
Feeling too tired to mindlessly mill
Around, even if I were in my house on a hill
With any luxury available to kill
The time so that I may sit on the windowsill
Having fun 'til
I've had my fill,
Yet my level of effort would be nil,
And I'd be lacking the will
To do so much as take a pill,
But then I've still
Got to attend the very place that gives me a chill
Every time I walk in and hear the ring that is so shrill.
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I feel like this poem says enough to explain why I won't be posting daily anymore. Over the Summer, I forgot how stressed out I get about school.
Sorry.
9/9/2017
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Poetry Over Prose
PoetryI've never been artistic. I've never really liked poetry. So basically, I'm gonna add shit when I'm sleep-deprived and not thinking straight. NOTE: One shitty poem USED TO BE posted every day! Highest ranking: #67 in Poetry (8/17/2017) *** Cover pho...
