23: My Life in Six Words

Tried to study late. Ha. Ha.

I thought I was smart, before

Some music and doughnuts? English class.

“English project!” Best evasive answer, ever.

Walks wildly through forest, dancing vaguely.

Was an engineer, then got sane.

WHY YOU DO THIS TO ME?!

Depression: also known as my happiness.

When you’re in love with Cybermen…

Living my way through book worlds.

I write songs. … When fingers cooperate.

Sherlock has taken over my mind.

I enjoy messing with friends….Bad?

Live life to the fullest. Sometimes.

Fell in love with my voices.

London calls. Alabama tugs. Where, heart?

As I Sat

This is a poem that I wrote one afternoon in the AUM Library, and something in the building was vibrating rhythmically and giving me a headache. I couldn’t really concentrate on my homework, and I was feeling lonely, and the vibration was really loud, so my brain came up with this to help it. 🙂 I hope you like it!! (but please don’t comment anything negative, as this is the first poem I’ve shared with anyone, and I’m rather thin-skinned about it. Hey, at least I admit it to myself. XD)

As I sat in the library, my depression was seeping, the AC was beating, the blood in my brain echoed the song.

As I sat in the library, my friends were all leaving, my family was living, the blood in my brain yearned to join in the song.

 

As I thought and I mumbled, the brain there was troubled, the depression was leaking – consuming my soul.

And my thoughts they did stumble, as my heart longed for trouble, the depression consuming and leeching my soul.

 

As I sat in the library, my heartbeat was singing, my ears began ringing, the beat of the building continued the song.

As I sat in the library, I wished to stop beating, my friends all were living, I dreaded to continue to join in the song.

 

As I sat in the library, my depression increasing, my fingers still seeking, the rest of me yearning to sing in the song.

As I sat in the library, I wished to be happy, I wished to continue, my heartbeat drowning in the beat of the song.

 

As I sat in the library, my soul began singing, my friends joining with me, over distances chiming to join in the song.

As I sat in the library, my brain still lay weary, but the rest of me singing, my friends joining with me ere it were too long.