to infinity and beyond

Sunday, August 14, 2005' 8/14/2005 11:36:00 PM

its 11.37pm
love the numbers because they rhyme.
but i just hate the time.
due to boredom, i shall
blog in poetry tonight.
fuck school nights.
so here goes something.
in memory of adrian mole .

its fucking late
and i dont care
though my eyes are heavy
i can still bear
fuck school fuck boring
its just killing
the thought of it
i'd be screaming
physically unfit
the work the pain
mentally exhausted
the body is drained
i need a good sleep
yes i know
but i havent ironed
for tomorrow
oh how i dread
the bloody thing
the blue the white
the pleats horrifying
whats the use of coming to school
when theres nothing i achieve
i'd i rather die
dig a grave, jump in
then a sigh i'll heave
god please help
give me grace
for only in you i seek solace
give me the strength
give me the vigour
give me the hope
to make me eager.
i really dread it right now
nothing to look forward to somehow
so give me the contentment i need
and grant me my wish that'll make me high
give me the pillar i once leaned
for the one wall i said goodbye
give me back
somehow not to be
i know i know
i wont distract me
i really need to feel great
before i wretch and i drop dead
i'm so demoralised nothing will help me
so god help i know u see.

guess thats the end of my erm..
"prayer"? ya.
i am an adrian mole wanabe.
if u guys read that book,
you'll realise how fuck funny it is.
the unpoemy poems especially.
thats it for the night.
i'm pressing the fucking clothes
and i'm turning in.
good night.
till next time...
er...
smwile always.
even when ur down. =}.