My song is love

I promised poems on this blog and failed to deliver, so to make up for it here is one. I cheated a little, but you can do this too!

How to play this game: Put your music player on shuffle, and write down the first line of the first twenty-one songs. Post the poem that results. The first line of the twenty-second is the title. I added punctuation to the ends of the lines.

My song is love

The empire will fall like they planned on,
Here we are searching for a sign.
Slow down.
He had a plan to kill you all along.
If you knew what I know would you try?

In my arms you lie,
On a Sunday,
Your etiquette;
The moment you opened your heart I knew.
Waiting for your call,
All of us now bent as we fall.

Stevie left on a Friday too.
Lowering the standards-
Not surprised ‘cos I always knew
You and me used to be together.
He’ll come in and sit by me.
This’ll take some explaining:

It’s all a lie!
Every time I wake up on my own
This is the last time that I will say these words:
How can you ask for forgiveness?

The Pessimist's Guide to Making New Years Resolutions

Apparently I'm a pessimist (I'd rather optimistically call myself a realist), so I thought I'd share my pessimistic resolutions with the world. And here they are:

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That's right. I didn't make any. Past attempts at keeping resolutions have proven fruitless, and rather depressing in their fruitlessness, so I thought I'd make it easy on myself and not have any. The way I see it, if I do anything at all this year then I am going above and beyond the goals I set for myself! =D

That, and my body feels too wrecked for me to plan on anything spectacular. I think if I grow closer to God then that alone will be sufficient for the whole year. And if I don't kill my supervisors, then that too is a great achievement.

Anyways, I feel tired so that's it for now.

Happy belated New Years everyone (anyone).