This being my very first post; I hesitate to write. Not knowing what to write about can often prove to be quite the obstruction. So embark with me on a journey, a journey through the literary irrelevancies my finger produce. As the mildly urban melodies of the "Gorillaz" blast off the speakers I become increasingly influenced by the noise, Slowly nodding and waving shoulders side to side, still without a clue as to what report to my dearest friends. Most which I surely don't even know their names. As a quick escape of the task at hand, I employ a quick resolution. How was you day?- I ask myself. "Today"-I answer myself; "Today was well wasted."
A Sunday well wasted.
As I arise from slumber,
not to my amusement of course; I encounter
a room riddled with unpleasantries.
Gazing at my phone, it shines the current time: Three
Pressured by a hang over, I decide to retire again.
Whileist asunder, I dremt I was eating Chow main.
Returning from another land,
with my phone at hand.
I look, and; displeased I am of what I see.
Could it really be?
Its already six twenty-three.
Brushing my teeth I come to realize
that procrastination is that in which I specialize.
I function under pressure.
Whats wrong with that? Nothing! I assure.
Entering my lair,
My castle in the air.
I sit facing my head quarter;
My computer, my partner.
Helping me attempt to achieve what otherwise
without would not be wise.
A mountain of homework,
and my mood on berserk.
I write and read
Hoping I don't mis-write or misread.
Upon completion, and a sigh of relief
My mind cannot possibly believe
what I had just achieved.
