100 thoughts

the myrid of emotions
drip drop drip drop
it seems somewhat repeated
like an exile from them

its a given feeling
but not much is taken
the deciever is decieved
where's the precious balance?

life is like music
there's lines and notes
there's lyrics and chords
but we only want the tune

the scales are tilted
towards the moonlight sun
the pebbled sidewalk
dont trip on your words

its a confusion out there
presented with too many choices
a mistake causes regret
take all and risk one

its all about face
one wrong move
you're out of the race
the fatality of it all

with all the fantasy
the pictures of you and i
the future seems beautiful
but circumstances bleak

take a note from his book
be careful around yourself
but not warrented
it was not their right

there's a sign for everything
apparently for you too
obviousity is not your humor
the irony of your timidity

its the weekends again
you win two out of seven
pathetic amounts as compared
give or take a few

nine months is a long time
a whole confinement period
it seems wrong to miss you
it can be helped


im tired, get to the point.
i cant decide
and cirumstances are pressing.
any advice?



a commoration for my post 100

guess again.
is it all a lie?
or is it real?

if you give a mile
is it an inch for your taking?

confusion.
like bad blend of colors.
reality.
like ice water on your feet.
vocalised.
like a staple bullet-ed finger.

be a hero. join the army.
where's my muse?

cant stand you.
im oscar awards worthy.

-sandra+