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Born into what you wanted
Shut my eyes and count to ten
Open them up again
And you’re all gone
Because you’ve all sinned
I can feel it all
Beneath my skin
Like I said its all a sin
You can feel your ribs
So you can feel your faith
Beautiful in the eyes of god
Primitive and hideous
I take it all and digest the bullet
Messages sent off to distant planets
I shut my eyes and my lips peek open
Into the shape of a lily I spit out heaven
And inhale it all, I am a young hellion
I’m the final thorn in your crown.

I sit alone with my thoughts
And realize that time has no meaning to me
It’s a restriction put on people in the world
Yet I know that it’s running out and will soon be gone
I make decisions in a split second to heal my wounds
But then I realize that I am lost without time to make them
My mind is like a garden with roots
Nothing to rely upon except for others
Time can change people’s lives
And allow them to experience a rebirth
An experience not often shared by most
I have felt my old self slip away through time
And make me a new person that I am proud of
That I can except and deal with rather than go insane
So I move on in life and create new things
Which will help me discover my different side
A side no one has seen yet, but will soon realize was the best part of me
That will last until my dying days
When my time is up
And I have disappeared from loved ones memories.

I sit in the front of the room,
Unnoticed ’til I’m needed.
I am lifted from my spot
To embrace the cold, hard board.
Everyone watches me.
I try to do my best,
But I break under pressure,
Left to be stepped upon,
Lying on the floor.

Silence
Dressed in
A garb
Of gold.
She sits
On the
Street wanting
To be heard
Over the
Sounds of
Jackhammers
Turning asphalt
To dust and
Drivers venting
Rage through their
Car horns.
Silence lays
On the
Sidewalk,
Shattered.

A whole weekend for a science paper!
Wow won’t that be nice!
Plenty of time to piddle around
And avoid my project on mice.

Computer games and the Playstation
Are just too hard to resist.
After all, I got time to do school later,
Along with the other hundred things on my list.

Sleep in Saturday, go bowling Sunday,
Who could pass up such an offer?
Besides, I don’t want to look like a dork
Because school is the object of scoffers.

Yea, it is just way too hard
To sit down for one whole hour,
I probably should go watch some TV
Just to charge up on homework power.

Eight o’clock, then nine comes around,
But I can’t just leave from my chat,
Really, I’m not that sleepy
That I need to start my paper on rats.

Well, tragically, the time has come
I think the pressure is setting on,
It’s a good thing that this only needs to be—
WHAT?! 10 FULL PAGES!! WHAT A CON!!

Alas, I know not where to begin,
On my research of the mouse,
Man, what a pain in the butt,
I just wish I were a louse.

Yes, it seems that it has struck again
The procrastination that addicts,
Another long, long night,
I think I’m getting sick.

I’ll leave you with some wisdom,
My cherished proverbial chow:
“Hard work may pay off later,
But laziness pays off now!”