(wowww it has been a while, hasn’t it? I apologise. I’m horrific under a workload. I often convince myself I have an XXL one as well ugh xD)
(on a more post content-related note; open your eyes because you’re almost always gonna find an anti-hero everyman, almost everywhere. always. everywhere. almost.)
Oh blind-side plus,
Won’t call someone outright “beautiful” or “intelligent”,
But you still know how to treat us.
Oh boy never-next-door,
You’ll say we’re “not-dumb” and “not-ugly”,
No wonder everyone thinks of you an extra bore,
But they never got to know you more.
Oh classroom anti-hero,
Not even you know
That you’re the quotidian key-role,
The bridge between the feel-good that grows
To make us feel-great, us undeserving minnows.
Exploited blind-side plus,
Angelic boy never-next-door,
My purposeful pulse,
Oh classroom anti-hero.
(to start off with a little clarity, this is a “I haven’t been posting lately I cannaht” – post, yeah :/)
I’ll begin by exclaiming the fact that I really amn’t one for excuses. Honestly.
But it’s been a comparatively barren month, yeah.
I’ve had my preliminary mock exams taking up the largest part of the month, still not a worthy excuse.
*sigh* I’ve thirty-three drafts running and I open several every night but I can’t actually get around to writing anything ugh; it’s like cognition condition-zero here BLEH
Gah so yeah; this post doesn’t serve much of a purpose apart from the fact that it’s a little like a softcopy-slap in the face. That’s because seriously, who apart from myself actually reads this blog?
All you do is run away,
Think you’re being really brave,
But all you do is enjoy the pain,
Feel it all, staying awake,
All you do is cry your days away,
Assuming your beliefs are great,
All you do is waste your stay in this world that doesn’t pay,
All you do is stay refrained,
Unadhering to the game,
Yet all you do is entangle yourself in the play that’s only humane,
Shift the blame,
Although it’s not on your display,
All you do is declare
Your heart of despair,
Only to tear,
All you do is plead to be spared
Half-heartedly, and oh, “life’s unfair”?
You’d give anything for a delay,
You in your arrays of decay; you splay clay with grey,
You can’t obey, you can’t weigh,
No beret, no cabaret,
Resort to prayer,
All you do is proclaim that you’re not austere,
All you do is think you’re prepared,
The jacket and hair, feign debonair,
Strut, ex unico fonte fanfare,
Till you swap your lil’ square
For something to wear
Six feet beneath a breath of fresh air.