Whats the fucking point......

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In everything! It makes no sense anymore. Life just fucking hates me. But I suppose in a way it always has. I definitely need this whole date thing friday just so that I dont have to think.
Here are some poems, I dont feel like discussing my life right now so yah, you can read my writing:
This one is entitled Subway-
People on every side
filling every seat
leading seperate lives
with different families
strategically placed advertisements
signs of instruction and direction
carefully crafted graffiti
large smooth glass windows
rounded corners
gazing out
brick wall rough and old
flying by
a tunnel
black as night
opening up
to the world above
a river blue and serene
trees growing haphazardly
gray steel buildings
a motley collage
everything and nothing.
This one is Wonders-
The rising sun
a glowing sunset
twinkling stars
cascading ocean waves
rolling hills
looming mountains
the wonders of life
are everywhere
not man made
uncontrolled and beautiful
simple and peaceful.
Last one, World-
The hope of the world
lies in the stars
the life
in the leaves
breathing the air
watching the world
when everything is overwhelming
complex and complicated
its the simple things
that bring us back
to reality
to Earth
to life.

Alright. Well then. That was rather helpful and stress relieving. I love writing. Its right up there with listening to music. This bullshit life of mine can keep moving for all I fucking care but I refuse to continue with it. As long as I can write and listen to music I dont give a damn about what happens and whether or not I get trampled by the world as it moves without me.