(I wrote this)

Feed Your Head

The bombs' about to go off. I can feel it building up
The pressure, growing at every moment that passes in time
I will say this, but I doubt you understand what I mean.

These scars, feel like they're ripping open
Slow and shallow at first, pulling apart
Skin once held by stitches come undone once again
And I could say this, but you wouldn't understand what I truly mean.

I could tell you casually that when everyone turns right I turn left
Or that I'm a goat in a flock of sheep
You'd think one thing, but I really meant another
More than likely only a few would get my point.

Specters stalk m waking world
Voices speak while I try to sleep
Asking the others if I'm asleep yet
Laughing at me, causing me to feel small inside
You think I'm saying something different, when really this is what I've heard.

Perhaps life would be easy if they'd find me crazy
Giving me reason to be the way I am
Or making it more difficult, who knows
The bombs' about to blow, I think I'll soak in the radiation
Star this process over, begin again.

Unknown "Cherry Darling" - 16 years, 9 months, 2 days ago

"To Live Deliberately"

By Henry David Thoreau

Why should we live in such a hurry and waste of life? We are determined to be starved before we are hungry. I wish to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life. I wish to learn what life has to teach, and not, when I come to die, discover that I have not lived. I do not wish to live what is not life, living is so dear, nor do I wish to practice resignation, unless it is quite necessary. I wish to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, I want to cut a broad swath, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms. If it proves to be mean, then to get the whole and genuine meanness of it, and publish its meanness to the world; or if it is sublime, to know it by experience, and to be able to give a true account of it.

Unknown "Cherry Darling" - 16 years, 10 months, 12 days ago