Random Unsorted Drafts
LIES
I grabbed my pen
And started scribbling,
Doodling a scythe and
a Grim Reaper,
I turned to words
Expressing anger,
I twisted; I turned
And then fuck it,
I ripped the paper
Into a million pieces,
I took my lighter
And lit the ghost,
I fed my desire
Into the fire,
I chanted the words
So long forgotten,
Of revenge and
Butchering Barbie’s babies,
The bell tolled thrice
A death-knell sighing,
Sigh…
Sigh…
Sigh…
Forgetting this I can not do,
Forgiving this I will not do,
Yesterday’s Lie becomes
Today my sorrow,
Forlorn my life – foregone
Tomorrow
note to self: do you remember that feeling of despair you had a long time ago, the tight knot in the stomach and the darkness in your chest? Well, do come and greet its big brother! It was not anything you did in particular but I would suggest reading up on the module description before signing up the next time (if there will be a next time that is…). you fool. how could you not see the issues that group work would cause. mandatory forum participation with assessment of posting quality and level of interaction using suitable language. I mean it was meant as trap and you fell right in. you fool. so what are you going to do next? quit your studies of module 2? module 1 is almost at an end, only 2000 words left. You wonโt receive a distinction but there was hope, at one point there was hope for a future. With all light bulbs blown, that future is gone; gone with the wind – a wind of change // no longer present
why?
My life was going well,
Plodding along as you would say,
Then thoughts of greener grass;
of love across borders flourished,
I fell foul of greed and the lack of deed,
restarting a life among aliens,
there; I said it.
My life now; much to desire,
I kept going; developing software,
until one day I did so see,
my erring ways; a life of grief,
and thus I planned the change to be,
no longer spending days dreaming,
I chose the path of childhood smilings,
the writing; from mind worlds creating,
aiming if just in thought; to recreate the
feelings felt as pencil touched paper.
I now do study the ways of man,
the humanities of time and arts present,
The beginnings all well did pass,
lost; but challenging the mindโs desire,
Now; I doubt the choice was wise,
as struggle follow struggle,
essays piling up beside me,
my impatience showing,
thus I humbly wonder:
why? was it worth it?
make me God
I have three monitors; in the physical sense,
with nine spaces of virtual goodness,
I have two eyes; but only one brain,
is that why I struggle,
is that why I demand,
upgrade; upgrade; upgrade me now,
make me better,
make me good,
make me not suffer,
make me God
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