Unspoken Verses

So, I was talking to a friend the other day, about how I don't write on my blog anymore. I told her, I'm okay with my life, I don't have anything to say anymore. And it doesn't make sense to talk when you don't have anything to say. Well, I guess, I'm breaking my rule, cuz I don't have anything  to say, and yet I am. I'm in my hostel room right now, in college. My mind and body feel a little worn out. Over what, I'm not sure. At some point, maybe I don't even care, what I do want is to just get away from the wear and tear and get my energy back. I am very fond of this one person, and I guess, we had a bit of a fight, so that could be why. It's probably cuz I'm a lil hyper and screwed up from Kota. Anyhow, I realise that's pointless to fight about. Everyone goes down once in a while I know, but I need to pick myself up and dust off. anyway, talk about different stuff. So yea, I was watching the rap battles from Eminem y...

Look Sharp. All he sees is fog, dense white Diffused light, In the jet black night. Open eyes, And useless sight. Inability to see paths, Wrong from right. He does try, But cannot fight. It's mist after all, Dense yet light. Blinding mist, And useless might. Closed eyes, And there he lies; Waiting for a better time.

You've seen me nice You've seen my nice But you pushed too hard Now see my vice, Bitch see my knife All covered in ice All ready to come Take away your life My light is white My dark is black Won't make up for the things you lack Bitch no more slack I'm done with that I would've let pass the 8 chances you had But you came back Sayin you love me That we were meant together to be And stupid me cuz I believed In your sweet words And sincerity But look at me Look in my eyes As I put my dagger through your life and your eyes stay shut expecting steel cut And I advance to induce fear Then, just don't care to come any near.

He stood there. Naked. Head down, arms on the chest. And waited. For those white icicle shards to tear him, as he knew they would. For aeons, hesitant, he stood. Mustering up his will. And he finally turned the knob, anticipating the chill. And it came, almost as if to kill. Long, thin, sharp, cold and white, straight for the chest. And just one single thought dominated his head. When will the freaking geysers start working? *** The other solution, which most people have used is to stop bathing.