A poetic afternoon

Today, I started off with this:

Strangers, strangers
In my land
Make me believe
I can stand
When I fall and tumble

Down the drains,
My nerves they land
'pon the sea
Of empty sand
Then wash ashore in crumbles.


And something in the middle: (more like to be read aloud with a beat)

Behold, the notebook
A symbol of doing something
Something useful in life.
Perhaps I will scribble something worthwhile
Something worth reading for a while.
As simple as it may seem
To want to not waste time
It cannot be done, I tell you,
Time flies by
With every breath I take
Every second I stare
Every fidget I make
Every day I behold
The beauty of life
The pointlessness of life
The strangeness that is strife
In every moment of life;
And that, oh that
It cannot be undone
And that, is what is wrong.


And then ended up with this:

Seeds of Dream

In depths of need
I sow the seeds
That desperation
Barely feeds,
That grows upon
My climbing fears
Watered by my
Silent tears;
Looked after by
My sleepless self
Nurtured by
My bleeding heart;
The light from fire
That burns within
My mind provides
The shine it needs;
The strength, a desire
To finally seize
My life from all
These lifeless weeds;
And then it sprouts
A single bud
From whence erupts
A lingering thought:
Of hope, of want to grab it all;
Of no more pain, of standing tall;
A dream that now shall never fall,
So deep-rooted it blossoms upon
My soul.

Dreams to be had

There's dreams to be had,
Fulfilled at that.
Come across them
Run across and
Go on like you
Never saw them
Then,
Then walk right back;
A glancing look that lasts
But in your mind,
Forever in your mind
Behind questions unasked...

Quote

(after a failed attempt at using logic to convince a friend to be happy)
Above feelings, there is happiness, above happiness, there is love; if one is missing, the one below sways the mind.

Started a maths blog

Separated it from the main blog, as this one is (mostly) for literary works.
Check it out here: http://iateyourgrannymaths.blogspot.com/