Strolling Around The Woods

So I was just out to smoke a cigarette, and i had my shitty as digital camera on me and i thought, why not? so i just looked around and took some shots, they're nothing good, but you know just messing around.

Too Tired To Sleep

i wrote this to describe my thoughts on the first two days of summer,
which in fact weren't that great

These Times Are Growing Older
As The New Page Flips the Next One.
I've Been Told, I Can't Control This
And The Wind Flows, On This Midnight Stroll

Yeah I Can't See Whats Happening
MoonLit Night with a Starlight Sky.

I'm Too Tired To Sleep
Inside I Am Weak
Debating About My Life
What caused this crease?
and my happiness to decease
Filling Me With Strife.

Tortured Thoughts,
Rolling In With Memories
Rather Forgotten
Another Day Passes By Me.
This Is Bad Timing
Why Can't I Let Me Go?

Yeah I Can't See Whats Happening
MoonLit Night with a Starlight Sky.

I'm Too Tired To Sleep
Inside I Am Weak
Debating About My Life
What caused this crease?
and my happiness to decease
Filling Me With Strife.

Oh What The Future Holds.
Will It Swallow My Soul?
Or Will I Just Lose Complete Control
No One Knows, No One Knows

I'm Too Tired To Sleep
Inside I Am Weak
Debating About My Life
What caused this crease?
and my happiness to decease
Filling Me With Strife.

Peacelessness

today was just urgh and i'm not sure what to say about it.
but these are random descriptions of it

Conception
To Blame
Perception
The Same
Manipulation
To Tame
Man The Stations
Of Fame

Bad Flight
Air Rushes
Through My Windows
Tight Circulation
Annoying Bubbling
At A Slower Syncopation

Echoes Through This Room
Screams Go Boom
Like The Bass
of The Place
I Had Just Left

Peace Cannot Confide In Me Today.

Morality

I killed a bug one night, and as it was alive one second, and dead the next.. i wondered, about my own mortality, and to be honest, it was terrifying.

Can You Conceive?
Know Me One Second,
The Next I Decease?
A Piece of Existence Gone?

Would you react like
there was nothing wrong?
if i wasn't here at all?
just a mark of what remains?

What would become of me
would i fly in the sky?
would i swim in the deep?
would i cry?
would i weep?

existant only in invisable?

Opening

I was inspired to create a blog dedicated to poetry, art and all things beautiful, (note the title) just something to let myself out on, more, creatively i could say. If you want a more descriptive detail of what goes on to influence this work then check out ->(sleepersinsilence.blogspot.com) it's my regular blog.