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Andrew Morris Poem
my sleeping problems have issues of their own
i've gotten so used to seeing the sun come up
i need the biggest night light just to fall asleep
too much on my mind and not enough anywhere else
feeling inadequate at even the simplest tasks
someday i just want to completly disappear
no more pressure, no more bad thoughts
i'd take these secrets to the grave if i could only get there quick enough
Copyright © Andrew Morris | Year Posted 2007
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Andrew Morris Poem
a view of my current state of mind
minus the tour guide
rather the annoying person who acts like they know it all
but really doesn't have a clue
sometimes i think i might just be one mood swing away from doing something incredibly stupid
maybe this is the creative breakthrough we've all been waiting for
probably just another breakdown from another underachiever
i've been waiting a year for something good to happen
my whole life is divided by a series of time spent waiting
multiplied by many slips and falls
beginning to think that maybe this storybook ending is for the birds and not the boys
i've been longing for an adventure
but to busy planning a funeral for my greatest failure
i'm well aware that i think way too much
when more time is spent on thoughts than on make outs (houston) we have a problem
can't help but feel like the world is passing me by in the night
i struggle just to get out of bed every day and start it over
what if 3am didn't exsist?
i forgot what the morning looks like when you wake up to it
compared to beating it to a sunrise.
life as of late
sleeping less and thinking more
working my way out of certain tendencies by lying to myself
everything i do is as pretend as you make me feel
Copyright © Andrew Morris | Year Posted 2007
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Andrew Morris Poem
it's days like this that faking getting enjoyment out of life is especially difficult
the smiles are just cheap parlor tricks i used to keep you off balance
and unaware of the battle going behind these worn out eyes
not so much between good and evil
more like living and dying (in vanity)
somtimes these truths aren't held up by any self evident ideals
i want to hide in a darkened corner of my mind and wait this out
the majority of the time i'm hiding part of my personality, why not add more to the list of "do not enter"
these moods are starting to become inspiration in my own words
i'm out of understanding and fed up with being MISunderstood
don't misTAKE these words, because they're not as fake as the sound of laughter
autumn leaves and winter solstace mood swings
i'm addicted to sunlight and fireflies
notice to you: i'm moving to never never land
never growing up has never seemed like such a good idea
running away in nursery rhymes and stories of heros vanquishing villians
learning to write myself out of context and out of my head
to keep from fighting captin hook to the bitter end
Copyright © Andrew Morris | Year Posted 2007
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