so this is my second entry and am feeling good. Been job hunting, well looking through the classified and ooohing and aaaring at all the great jobs i don't qualify for. its a bit frustrating, but what part of life isn't these days. I watch alot of reality T.V,m you know really interesting stuff like The Hill and Wife Swap and lets not forget everyones fav...Britny and K.Feds K.OTIK, what a shocking display that was. so yeah i think i know a bit about frustration, never mind the fact that it's not mine and some of it might be a bit of an egsager, but i think its a reflection of life, a true one? maybe not so much, but a reflection of some sort nontheless! yeah, am a bit of a couch potatoe! a habit am easing out of.
Realizing my dying dream, just a little tto late,
deep in sleep, while my reality keeps the boundaries od decite
around a hole punched soul, a tear stained goal,
with nowhere to go but home.
Pencile or pen, paper on her lap,
clap, calp moving to his beat,
not my own,
along his crumpled sheet.
All the while a smile, cheek to cheek with the perfect frown
matured like wine and nurtured by a time of bearable, managable grief.
Hair covered eyes behind the black carpet.
Lonley long and longed for, caressing her till old.
Never cold, but shivering for too long,
from her hurt, moulding her till old.
Realizing my dream a little too early,
a little too girly i her reach
and fragile meek speach...
Not sure and desperate for a sneek peek
found only on her pillow as they sleep.
Longing to travel, see, touch and to breathe
Behind eyelids red to the light
Waiting she is, but patiently putting life on hold
What's important now can never be to her future
so placed on her bare shelf to be pulled out,
maybe later.
That is a little something i wrote a while back while i wa still at University. Insteady of studying HARD and ready endlessly irritating and mind numbing cases and articles, i was writing poems about how my life is over! I wasn't much of a law student, think that's probably why i passed with a second class second division, that's like a 60 percent agarigate...if only i had applied myself!!!!
no regrets though, i got a lot of "work done".
So now am looking for any kind of work anywhere in the world as long as it's not toilet scrubbing or anything that goes contrary to my mothers morels!! P.A to Linda Perry would be a great start, or to a publishing comp. or any thing in musik...yes i am desperate and trying hussl, as best i can! think i'll try alot harder later, right now am destessing, thats why i love to blog. it's not too out of my element cause its like talking to myself, which is something i do on a regular basis, i just have so much going on in my head.
i think its about time i hooked up some pictures or something, i don't want my millions of readers getting bored...can someone please read THIS!!! it's been like three days and still nothing, am getting a little discouraged... really.
till next i write
watch this space
