Archive | October 2014

Community Computing

I hear the tapping typing of hundreds of fingers,
On worn out keyboards,
Their faces are blank; worn smooth by years of academic regurgitation,
The keyboards, that is,
As the hundreds of fingers fly towards a future outside.

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Get My Shit Together

There’s nothing to write,
For the first time,
I have nothing left to say..
I was dealt a hand and I bet the house,
I watched it all fade away.

There’s something out there for me,
Something that will make me feel okay,
I know it’s not the things,
I keep running to these days.

I’m scared to be so honest,
I’m scared that you can tell,
I know you see me struggling,
From your own much different hell.

I want you to be proud of me,
Because I’m so proud of you,
And it feels like fucking ecstasy,
To think of the things that we can do
If,

I get my shit together,
And things actually turn great,
It feels like it’s been forever,
Since I’ve felt optimism,
In the place of self-hate.