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alectoperdita) wrote2005-04-04 04:02 pm
alectoperdita) wrote2005-04-04 04:02 pm
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Where then, is this madness that borders genius?
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I'm tired of the endless gray landscape
The rain that falls and falls
Winter never fades but just sits at the next corner
I'm sick of the endless ennui of day to day routines
The same old faces I don't care for
The soundless quality of their words falls to deaf ears
When can I rid myself of this gloomy predilection?
I'm bored with this insistence to live
They all say that life is a great adventure
But I wonder the same about death
I'm fed up with this rush toward the next moment
Everyone is hurrying off to be somewhere else
Too busy to stop and wonder who was left behind
When will I shake myself of this lackluster existence?
So they call me the strange one
The misfit who refuses to conform
The troublemaker that just never learns
So they say I don't care enough
But in the end, I don't hear their whispers anyway
Just as they won't listen to the ravings of the mad woman
Where then, is this madness that borders genius?
If I look under my bed,
Will I find that teddy bear I lost years ago?
Or is it the monster of past illusions never forgotten?
The newspapers just pile up and up
Yesterday's news is soon forgotten and buried
It's writer's block one day and mania the next
Habits are for those too weak to stomach
The fluidity of this reality
Structure is the crutch of those
Who won't look inside themselves
Why do I need to make up my mind now?
If I peek out from behind the curtains,
Will I see the same blue car that always sits at the curb?
Or is it someone new, waiting all along for me?
So they call me the strange one
The misfit who refuses to conform
The troublemaker that just never learns
So they say I don't care enough
But in the end, I don't hear their whispers anyway
Just as they won't listen to the ravings of the mad woman
Where then, is this madness that borders genius?
~~~
Final Thoughts: I'm not sure what I was thinking when I sat down and wrote this last night. I just gave up in between writing my Reason paper and doing the reading for World History. All I know is I have looking at a number of anime lyrics earlier yesterday which is why it looks the way it does. It's been about two years since I've written a poem of any sort. When I look at it, it seems very fragmented and I'm not sure if I meant for it to be like this. Back to slaving for the Academia.
I'm tired of the endless gray landscape
The rain that falls and falls
Winter never fades but just sits at the next corner
I'm sick of the endless ennui of day to day routines
The same old faces I don't care for
The soundless quality of their words falls to deaf ears
When can I rid myself of this gloomy predilection?
I'm bored with this insistence to live
They all say that life is a great adventure
But I wonder the same about death
I'm fed up with this rush toward the next moment
Everyone is hurrying off to be somewhere else
Too busy to stop and wonder who was left behind
When will I shake myself of this lackluster existence?
So they call me the strange one
The misfit who refuses to conform
The troublemaker that just never learns
So they say I don't care enough
But in the end, I don't hear their whispers anyway
Just as they won't listen to the ravings of the mad woman
Where then, is this madness that borders genius?
If I look under my bed,
Will I find that teddy bear I lost years ago?
Or is it the monster of past illusions never forgotten?
The newspapers just pile up and up
Yesterday's news is soon forgotten and buried
It's writer's block one day and mania the next
Habits are for those too weak to stomach
The fluidity of this reality
Structure is the crutch of those
Who won't look inside themselves
Why do I need to make up my mind now?
If I peek out from behind the curtains,
Will I see the same blue car that always sits at the curb?
Or is it someone new, waiting all along for me?
So they call me the strange one
The misfit who refuses to conform
The troublemaker that just never learns
So they say I don't care enough
But in the end, I don't hear their whispers anyway
Just as they won't listen to the ravings of the mad woman
Where then, is this madness that borders genius?
~~~
Final Thoughts: I'm not sure what I was thinking when I sat down and wrote this last night. I just gave up in between writing my Reason paper and doing the reading for World History. All I know is I have looking at a number of anime lyrics earlier yesterday which is why it looks the way it does. It's been about two years since I've written a poem of any sort. When I look at it, it seems very fragmented and I'm not sure if I meant for it to be like this. Back to slaving for the Academia.