NaPoWriMo 2013 Day 4

-Racing My Mind To The Answer-

I'm out of breath
Trying to keep up
With my own thoughts.
They run away
Without me.
What is our mind?
My psychology book tries
And tries to answer that question.
What is performance?
This packets on theater and writing
Offers no insight.
What effect does voice have?
No amount of listening to the radio,
In class or otherwise,
Can give truth.
But I'll keep on
Keeping on.
Keeping pace with my thoughts

NaPoWriMo 2013 Day 3

- Over-worked -

Why did I do this to myself?
Overwhelm myself
With so much
Work, work, WORK?!

In-between school-work
And home-work
And real-work
There's emotional-work
And physical-work
And house-work
That needs to get done for my own well being.

Why did I do this to myself?
Overwhelm myself
With so much?

NaPoWriMo 2013 Day 2

-Classroom Comfort-

Sometimes people take
"Make yourself at home"
A bit too literally.

I see you come in,
Taking up two seats,
Acting like you're in your living room.

But to me, that's rude.
You don't own this room.
Get your feet off the seat.

You should respect this place;
This place of knowledge.
This public place.

You didn't come here
To be comfortable.
You came here to learn.

NaPoWriMo 2013 Day 1

-Stranded-

I'm feeling literally and figuratively
Trapped.
Stuck with no means of moving forward.
While I watch cars go by all day,
Taking their orders
Through a muffled headset.
While all night I hear the same cars rush past
And I dream I'm speeding to my destiny.

Don't Go Changing...

Hot anger
Bubbling up
From the past.

Why am I so angry at you?
You did nothing wrong?
And why can't I say it to your face?

You've changed yourself.
Completely.
For another person.

I can't stand that.
Why can't you just
Be who you are and who you were?

And to become so secretive,
To those you once called 'friend';
That's just wrong.

So when it all falls apart
(Because all fake things do)
Don't expect any sympathy.

Anxiety

Tightening of the chest.
Racing pulse, and shallow breath.
Shallow palms.
Can't sleep or think or breathe.

It's not what you think;
Some love sick child,
Grasping at words and emotions.
It's so much more.

It's fear, and tears, and sadness.
Not love at all.
Not when it's all in your head.

Today Into Tomorrow

Heavy eyelids
Tingling skin
I fight against myself
Begging for more time to stay awake
I know there will be more
Tomorrow
But it's so hard to let go of
Today