Monday, May 3, 2010

Writing #5

At The Front
Bombs flying
Bodies flying like angles
My eye darts like bullets
Searching through the lifeless scene
I wonder why humans fight
Would you kill a man that has innocence?
Or just shoot at them because you were told to
I just laugh at the mess
that people had made
My friends seem so lifeless
I think they greet Death with open arms,
I think I should do too
I want to get out of the hell hole
My commander yells at me,
I just ignored him as usual,
I get out of the trench
and ran like a cheetah
Bullets flying like the wind
One hits me
I ignored it like my commander
I smiled, I was free at last

Sunday, May 2, 2010

BOO YAH?!?

After realising that my half yearly exams are in three weeks, I have done nothing about it nor do I particulary want to start studying with two more sleeps to go before my opening night of Me & My Girl. This is my sense of pocrastination arising, my scores with this terrible disease will be between 50-75% range of my marks in about 7 subjects. So it's a bound lecture of my sisters trying to convince me that I have to be just like them or that I won't survive my Senior years. I mean, I want to try my best, but is it totally worth it right now? Year Ten is pretty much a non-serious HSC year where you can virtually pass the important "Government" exam. Seriously, does my University care that I didn't take any notice or failed Year 10 Certificate? Answer is, not really. I mean my employer doesn't care either.