Perils of Philosophy

I've kept myself tossing and turning all night examining the universe. Black holes expanding, encompassing me, as shooting stars play games involving mutiny. But poetry flows easily unlike my philosophy, with exhausting uncertainty, its perils screaming warily, "Don't do this! Don't uncover me..." Not everything is what it seems.

Wherever The Wind Goes, I Go Too

Antisocial is not exactly the right word, but if that's what you'd like to call it then feel free. I really see it as a way of getting my priorities straight. I've allowed myself too much free time to bask out in the sun and play games, but I can't do that anymore. With the looming terror of midterms my anxiety level is high and my affinity for party-going is at an all time low. I need to rip myself from the throes of youth for just a minute and get some real work done! Is it unfortunate? Absolutely. I would love to drunkenly run to and fro Thursday through Sunday but that wouldn't do me nearly as much good as it would to finish that 10 page study guide for geophysics now would it? No. It would not. So please, if you catch me on a day where I'd much prefer sleep over staying up until 3am, forgive me. We'll catch up later. I promise.

-Fin-

The Way I Used To Be

You had me right
I had you wrong
This configuration's
Not quite as strong as
It used to be.
As I used to be...
I second guessed
You gave that chance to me to
Forget about the way it used to be
The way I used to be...
And everything I couldn't claim
All those thoughts gone unexplained
Built up around me.
As all our ignorances fade
I can't forget the way your face
So sad...
It looked upon me.
I'm running out of time
To cross that wicked line
And tell you why it can't be
The way it used to be...
The way I used to be...

-Lacee Kae.