restless

Restless...

Its early in the AM and my minds racin',

Im facin' wines while i'm pacin'.

The birds outside which i usually despise

sing the sweetest lullabyes.

Sometimes i wish i could see the skies through their eyes,

its simplified, just get high and be fly.

I guess we are similar in that sense,

but when i tweet i typically vent.

When my actions aren't understood the way that they're meant,

and i look in the bank and every dollar is spent.

Life seems so simple from the back steps of the wrap-around porch,

as i sit flickin my BIC like a torch, pullin blacks till my lungs scorch.

These things are gonna kill me one day, but its the only thing that helps me keep my sanity,

when my humanity is comprimised and nothing is how it was planned to be.

My sincerty is looked upon as a rarity,

but through the looking glass, you are bound to see the clarity.

Being me is often something that i am scared to be,

but a failure is never something i am prepared to be.

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Damn, my morning poetry sucks, plus i havent really been in my poetic mind lately. 

As you can see my mind is everywhere this morning.

No form, no thematic rhyme scheme, nothing. Just... words.

I def need to rekindle that side of me. (more poetry about her? that always puts me in the right state of mind...)

But then again... Anything about her at this point would just be... sad.

AHHH!! i just want to be happy in my own skin!!!

*sigh*

FML.