Rhymic

Woots school holidays!

Boo! We sec 4s dont have em. This is kinda shit, but Its for out 'good' I suppose.
Im not even paying attention sometimes. I feel so lethargic. weird.

must be a bit of lack of sleep. Computer working, and I started playing Dark Crusade with Chaos (Death To The False Emperor!). So couldnt stop.
Chaos Undivided shall rule thy unbelieving heart!!

sorry, was in the mood there.

Listening to Hole In The Bucket by Harry Belafonte.
Brings a small smile, one I havent really felt in a while.

So bonding camp coming up. Whats gonna happen? Ignorance? The final talk? more ignorance?
But Im hopeful yet. Hopefully not to my own demise. :)

Im rhyming my senses into writing.
warning :*Flaring senses are present*

Senses

Colours of sight;
Cycadellically bright,
Dull and grey;
Through the eyes they bite,
Colours either sad or gay;

Scents of smell;
Painfully sharp,
Inheld flavour;
Like notes on a harp,
Sweet tones of quavers;

Flavour of taste;
Sweet tooth,
Bitter tongue;
Sour youth,
Fresh laid dung;

Sounds of hearing;
The loud bang,
Of the soft whisper;
The deep clang!
The crying whimper;

The feeling touch;
Heat on bare skin,
The biting frost;
Love of kith and kin,
Feeling so lost;

I have delved,
Into my senses;
Or out of them;