I have a science test tomorrow
A math test today
I'm pretty sure i failed that,
And a history one tuesday
I'm really actually stressed
Kelsey the senior's a mess
Ian's a pervert
And madi' got a boyfriend
Bopbop' going crazy
And ny dad's being deployed
Mikayla &Makayla are depressed
And Brooke's freakin stressed
My cousin's still pregnant
And i'm still terrifed
All my friends who threatened to
Are gonna commit suicide
Sometimes I love to simply sit, and listen to the silence.
Yet sometimes, I hate it,
as there is no sound
more excruciatingly painful than that, of none.
If you sit in it long enough,
it leaves a grotesque ring in your ear;
serving to remind you of the deeper silence echoing inside.
The internet has informed me, that none above 40 can hear such a ring,
and so I have concluded,
that both science, the whole of humanity, both the universe and God,
have developed a way to barricade ourselves
against the inevitable nothingness contained within us all.
By way of simple absence of tone,
that would otherwise ring,
through a most suffocatingly stuf
Angel's wings
Seemingly so white
yet a speck
Of black ignites
A fear of loss
Of unheard imperfection
Shocks the skies
She was beautiful
Flawless to all
Yet the speck of black...
Maybe...
Not just a speck?
I have a science test tomorrow
A math test today
I'm pretty sure i failed that,
And a history one tuesday
I'm really actually stressed
Kelsey the senior's a mess
Ian's a pervert
And madi' got a boyfriend
Bopbop' going crazy
And ny dad's being deployed
Mikayla &Makayla are depressed
And Brooke's freakin stressed
My cousin's still pregnant
And i'm still terrifed
All my friends who threatened to
Are gonna commit suicide
Sometimes I love to simply sit, and listen to the silence.
Yet sometimes, I hate it,
as there is no sound
more excruciatingly painful than that, of none.
If you sit in it long enough,
it leaves a grotesque ring in your ear;
serving to remind you of the deeper silence echoing inside.
The internet has informed me, that none above 40 can hear such a ring,
and so I have concluded,
that both science, the whole of humanity, both the universe and God,
have developed a way to barricade ourselves
against the inevitable nothingness contained within us all.
By way of simple absence of tone,
that would otherwise ring,
through a most suffocatingly stuf
Angel's wings
Seemingly so white
yet a speck
Of black ignites
A fear of loss
Of unheard imperfection
Shocks the skies
She was beautiful
Flawless to all
Yet the speck of black...
Maybe...
Not just a speck?
It occurs to me that I've said and done nothing on this account for quite some time. I know no one cares, but if by chance you do, I've been putting new photos on my other account, flutteringangel....I'm always interested to hear from you guys though. I've seen fabulous art on this site
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