iPhone ramblings againI can't see it.
Not in the same way others can.
They can see the raw emotion
The awe of life
They see the progression of emotion in reaction to the surrounding objects and activities.
They see the subtle fluttering eye lids
And gentle touches on the arm.
They see, what I'm guessing
What everyone else see's
It is what is described in books
And seen in real life.
Well, thats what YOU see
Moar iPhone ramblingsLate nights at the gym, giving my all.
It's been raining for weeks straight and everything feels moldy and smothered.
The clean, crisp gym equipment is my only escape from that hell.
And as it becomes hotter, the air conditioned rooms of this place will be my sanctuary.
I hate it here.
Stupid poemYou're surrounded by the wall
Looking up to see your pitfalls
So come ride with me
To my land of Glee
Because I was born with this insanity
You all care about the world
Trying to make smiling boys and girls
But I can crawl up inside
To find my place to hide
And close the door to the outside
All the travesty in the world
Does not burden me down
Because my life is mine
You can't get through this time
No one else is in my mind
All your possessions
All the things you hold oh so dear
They don't exist to me
Neither does anything I can not see
The world is just a playground to me
Hiding behind your makeup and cologne
You feel the need to hide your own
Why not stand up and yell
What you are feeling and tell
Everyone you are going through hell?
You give your cash away
To people you don't have to see
But you ignore those on the streets
Right beneath your feet
Those are the people I can meet