Pyro Again
Bluelighter
Alchemaic poetry
Cylendrical flow-ery
Cookin up some pies
Refusin to live in disguise
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Finals At The University
I have waited for them to come. I was not worried. I do care, and I'm not afraid of this test day. Here it is, now is the time to face the professor. To come head to head with his most devious concoction of ink and tree. Spilt out like blood from the jugular. From his mind, to the paper comes an incidious beast. It roars like a prowling lion, hungry to take down the cowering dunce and rip the chest in two. One fell stroke, and then it's over. One final test and we'll be done.
Last time I knew I was not ready. This time I thought I was ready. Still, somewhere in the back of my mind I knew I should have looked at the material again. Refresh. Click. Refresh. Click. Refresh. Click. Chunck that memory back into the refreshable, reachable surface. This time I was a mixture of apathy and arrogance. Both of which must be ruined and toppled down to the level of balance. Here is where I operate. Balance. Click. Balance. Click. Balance. Click. Input fresh perspective. Pray. You have failed each time you relied on your simple carnal self.
Realize this fact, damnit! Get it through your head that you cannot live this life alone! Stop pushing everyone away. Form a study group. Go to lunch with some people now and again. Take a break from the relentless and solitary reading. Talk it out. When you talk it out, put someone in front of you so you don't feel insane. Give and it will be given to you. Teach someone the material, and you're ability to learn will increase. You're not superman, fool, stop acting like a fool. Stop trying to live this life alone. Alone, exausted, jaded, quiet, are your scentence to slip back down the hill you have been climbing so well up to this point. Don't give up, don't act like the old man.
Do's and don'ts.
Wills and won'ts.
Tried and lied.
Burnt-out and fried.
Sometimes I feel like a little whiney baby. How far have I come? Look forward and begin running. If there's a problem, input the new command, reprogram yourself, and move forward. Fail forward. Listen to yourself whine. Hear the weakness. Bring the darkness into the light. Brace yourself like a man. This place... this society... this world is not a nice place. This is capitalistic America.
Isn't it just about the individual?
Me I Mo Mum
I smell the blood of another dead, former-self
You Us We're Done
Stop. Be quiet. Be silent and listen... child. Pay attention. Give yourself time. You have learned to have patience with everyone else. You have learned to have patience in every situation. Now learn to have patience with yourself. You are growing, and will be for the rest of your life. Do not let go of your peace of mind. Do not let go of your real perspective on the world, just do not allow it to make you hate again. Just give yourself time. You were behind the game by 2.5 years. And after 8 months you are leagues ahead of the game once again.
Keep hold of the hope you have.
Mind your own business.
Have patience with youself like you do everyone else.
Peace of mind.
Peace and reality are close to impossible to mix. It is possible...
Finals? Oh, of course. I have another one in 2 hours. Just had to take some time for my mind. It was screaming at me to take a moment to write.
Thanks for reading...
Pyro
Cylendrical flow-ery
Cookin up some pies
Refusin to live in disguise
-----------------------------
Finals At The University
I have waited for them to come. I was not worried. I do care, and I'm not afraid of this test day. Here it is, now is the time to face the professor. To come head to head with his most devious concoction of ink and tree. Spilt out like blood from the jugular. From his mind, to the paper comes an incidious beast. It roars like a prowling lion, hungry to take down the cowering dunce and rip the chest in two. One fell stroke, and then it's over. One final test and we'll be done.
Last time I knew I was not ready. This time I thought I was ready. Still, somewhere in the back of my mind I knew I should have looked at the material again. Refresh. Click. Refresh. Click. Refresh. Click. Chunck that memory back into the refreshable, reachable surface. This time I was a mixture of apathy and arrogance. Both of which must be ruined and toppled down to the level of balance. Here is where I operate. Balance. Click. Balance. Click. Balance. Click. Input fresh perspective. Pray. You have failed each time you relied on your simple carnal self.
Realize this fact, damnit! Get it through your head that you cannot live this life alone! Stop pushing everyone away. Form a study group. Go to lunch with some people now and again. Take a break from the relentless and solitary reading. Talk it out. When you talk it out, put someone in front of you so you don't feel insane. Give and it will be given to you. Teach someone the material, and you're ability to learn will increase. You're not superman, fool, stop acting like a fool. Stop trying to live this life alone. Alone, exausted, jaded, quiet, are your scentence to slip back down the hill you have been climbing so well up to this point. Don't give up, don't act like the old man.
Do's and don'ts.
Wills and won'ts.
Tried and lied.
Burnt-out and fried.
Sometimes I feel like a little whiney baby. How far have I come? Look forward and begin running. If there's a problem, input the new command, reprogram yourself, and move forward. Fail forward. Listen to yourself whine. Hear the weakness. Bring the darkness into the light. Brace yourself like a man. This place... this society... this world is not a nice place. This is capitalistic America.
Isn't it just about the individual?
Me I Mo Mum
I smell the blood of another dead, former-self
You Us We're Done
Stop. Be quiet. Be silent and listen... child. Pay attention. Give yourself time. You have learned to have patience with everyone else. You have learned to have patience in every situation. Now learn to have patience with yourself. You are growing, and will be for the rest of your life. Do not let go of your peace of mind. Do not let go of your real perspective on the world, just do not allow it to make you hate again. Just give yourself time. You were behind the game by 2.5 years. And after 8 months you are leagues ahead of the game once again.
Keep hold of the hope you have.
Mind your own business.
Have patience with youself like you do everyone else.
Peace of mind.
Peace and reality are close to impossible to mix. It is possible...
Finals? Oh, of course. I have another one in 2 hours. Just had to take some time for my mind. It was screaming at me to take a moment to write.
Thanks for reading...
Pyro
