// [cherry] // [chezz] // (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} thechezz) wrote,@ 2006-11-17 02:48:00 |
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Little drabbles from the moment
A few captures of little drabblings I wrote on my maths notebook a few minutes ago. :P
Cafeine rushing through your blood
Can you stop this flood?
Sleep has fled your body
A tired mind shall find no rest
Cafein rushing through your blood
Can you stop this flood?
Hm, nothing special no. I was bored and I thought before I wrote this "if there were a case of cafeine poisoning, I'd have it right now". That thought was my inspiration for this little pathetic verse(yesyes but see how I tried to incorporate my desperation in it as well, because I still have to do tons of maths). :P
To a friend lost
I listened to a song on my mp3 player. "You never know what you have until it's gone.." they sang. And so it is with friendships, I thought. Yet sometimes, they can fade away so silently, so smoothly, so perfectly. Without so much of a word, like it never existed at all. And when we cross eachother in the school corridors, cinema or on the streets, we pass. . . as if seeing a ghost of something that was, and no longer is. So we fade in perfection. And I shall save my tears for another bitter time, as I reckon, you will save yours.
A few captures of little drabblings I wrote on my maths notebook a few minutes ago. :P
Cafeine rushing through your blood
Can you stop this flood?
Sleep has fled your body
A tired mind shall find no rest
Cafein rushing through your blood
Can you stop this flood?
Hm, nothing special no. I was bored and I thought before I wrote this "if there were a case of cafeine poisoning, I'd have it right now". That thought was my inspiration for this little pathetic verse(yesyes but see how I tried to incorporate my desperation in it as well, because I still have to do tons of maths). :P
To a friend lost
I listened to a song on my mp3 player. "You never know what you have until it's gone.." they sang. And so it is with friendships, I thought. Yet sometimes, they can fade away so silently, so smoothly, so perfectly. Without so much of a word, like it never existed at all. And when we cross eachother in the school corridors, cinema or on the streets, we pass. . . as if seeing a ghost of something that was, and no longer is. So we fade in perfection. And I shall save my tears for another bitter time, as I reckon, you will save yours.
