Seriously, wot the freakingly heck is wrong wid me?
I m so out of this rythm, of being able to ryt. Aftr so long years, I finally find words jamming into poems. bt now, I hv lyk atleast a list of 10 imcomplete n deserted poems, which I so hate to have started off.
Now I fynally plan to brake this callous fever, by writin wotever shoot hits my mind.. And may be for a change, its abt me stuff… or may not be.. theez r jst some insane words..
I am so lost n confused
lost in this disjuncted future
bt m so aware of the presnt
I feel the awkwardness around me
wearing off this lazy time
am not even watching movies
I neither see any omens flying around
or may be am failing to construe while they persist
is it the dejection, but nobody never really hates me
thts definitely not the reason, am such a lovely person
I’ve got 2 get out of this limping state
this state of nothingness, which I blatantly crib of
bt I always thot I wud nvr really experience it
and may be, I still hvn’t bt why the heck does the words dont come out?
its insanely freaking me out. this sluggish nature, this frigid winter,
why cant i be shrewd enuf and act like a jock. I dont wanna be a douchebag.
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