He Needs To Stay On Top Of His Studies

A collection of poetry from a bored and procrastinating college student.


11. This Is Where Life Will Begin


If light is our friend, we grab till the end, then why do we run from ourselves?

The mirror is wrong, a dying swan’s song, jump and you’ll fly near the sun.

I cry to heal, I long to feel, what’s left and what’s right to be?

No more clinging, chorus singing, to all of our broken friends.


A pull and a push, a burning bush, a sign of the things that come.

They bump in the night, they howl and they fight, they struggle for air and life.

We place in a box, it laughs and it mocks, we can’t ever find our place.

Dreaming of love, doom from above, what is sight when we’re blind?


Small town, sinks down, the winner will take it all.

Playing our games, calling their names, burning and feeling the fear.

If there is a chance, our own holy lance, why don’t we pierce the skin?

Because we cannot, or maybe forgot that this is where life will begin.

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