At least an attempt at it…
Little Red Arrow A little Red Arrow I am fully engrossed Not from cupid or God But a little White Ghost A small Yellow Logo At the top of my screen When I see a red circle I eagerly scream For a notification From the Person I like sends my heart soaring A quick sharp spike So give it a minute or two or three Don't let them know how excited you'll be in twenty-three hours to save a streak a little red box click, open, repeat
Happiness is a Moment of Sunlight in a Month Long Storm Life is a storm The constant deafening thud of thunder that envelops you entirely The piercing drops of rain that penetrate your paper skin The unbearable gusts of wind that knock you down and make it impossible to get back up Overwhelming attack from every direction Happiness is the distant ray of sunlight that breaks through the clouds Visible for only a moment and then gone You feel its warm touch kiss your face before cold air slaps you back into reality Happiness is brief. and life is so damn long
Melancholic Monotony You wake up to the cold hum of a lifeless fan, and the world around you scuffed by repetition. With a calm melancholy, the elevator takes you down. You struggle for your headphone safety blanket. Walking down the street you feel a quiet one sided familiarity. The soundtrack to your uneventful life blares in the background. You PAUSE, listening to the rhythm in your chest You hear the constant ebb and flow of all that is you A beating clock Ticking at the core of your very existence A perpetual reminder of your own finality and at the same time, of your own perseverance PLAY, you return to homogeneous reality
Ode To You You are special A completely unique and complex network of lightening quick neurons The combination of two perfectly flawed individuals A collection of moments so vast and unique, it's impossible to comprehend The center of your very own little universe You are special And please don't forget it
Lemons Sometimes, life gives you lemons And you have no idea how to make lemonade Life gives you lemons And you squeeze it into a sour pulpy soup This horrible yellow syrup makes you sick But you stomach each gulp With the hope that the next one will bring something new.
Campus of Whispers They say that a whisper is silent That its barely a sigh or a peep But here on this campus of whispers I hear them screaming, They call out to me They say that thoughts can wander That every one is unique But here on this campus on whispers I hear the rhythm of blossoming pleas They say each person is different But it doesn't seem to be Here on this campus of whispers Thoughts of thousands whisper to me
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