TheWorldIsPeachy

Whittle and spittle That's all, for sure Whittle and spittle Is there no cure? Whittle and spittle That's all we do Whittle and spittle That's your cue

Aw shucks My minds in a muck Is it me or do I have no luck In my bed I'm softly tucked Doesn't help that this mind set sucks May take my brain and give it a chuck And watch it go mad and run all amuck But sadly earlier I tried to give it a pluck Just to find out that it's forever stuck What a sneaky trick this brain has snuck

There once was a man who lived on the ground Who would follow the people round and round  He would copy each movement with grace and ease But somehow this man could never be pleased He followed around this here earthly society But it left him dry from its mere conformity Finally this man got tired and weary And burning mad with fire and fiery That is when, as the story goes, That man looked up above his nose There he saw a big secret up in the sky Making him realize his whole life was a lie This secret that poor man had found Was that he was just a shadow on this cold hard ground

Time Time is drifting far away As this night turns  Into the hours of day Time  Time ages Time heals Time always Has a strong will A will to persist A will to exist  Time Time ticks away And to that clock I can't look away

Smoke billowing From that last cigarette. Feeding the temptation. Feeding the urge. It falls to the ground. Walk away. Enticement stays.

Words of a Simple Mind Prognosis Diagnosis Simply, atrocious Ending Beginning Altogether, transcending Fictitious Malicious Hard core, just vicious Resists Assists Never stop, persists Affirmation Medication Life, formation Crying Sighing Sit back, complying Untrained Restrained Put down, strained Believing Living Sun is rising, hoping Prognosis Diagnosis Keep fighting, ferocious

Traffic Lights       There is something about the way the green, red, and yellow signals glow during the darkest night. Shining upon the black asphalt and casting their bright halos around the cars.        There is something about the way  the moon shines through the trees, silhouetting everything in  its path. The way it gives everything beauty just by adding a touch of moonlit awe.       There is something about the headlights of your vehicle, striking a match of glowing orange across the construction cones. The way the white stripe shines and shows that new is be