Current mood:	bored
Current music:	When You're Around - Motion City Soundtrack

Summer vacation has started. Honestly, I am very, very, very glad. 40% happy. But. 60% glad.

In honor of my boredness (which is not a word I think), I've decided to submit a new peice of writing. However, it isn't fanfiction, nor is it a story. It is a very, very, very simple poem about (you guessed it) Boredom.

This is probably not my best work, as I was feeling very lazy about writing it. And even though it's only four stanzas, I lj-cutted it anyway. It is in short, perhaps my most immature writing yet.



Boredom ^{Original title, I know}

Lacks the movement,
Steals your flight,
Boredom will occur
Day or night.

It messes with your head,
But starts with your toes,
Worse than playing dead
And is the reason of my woes.

Brought down the mighty,
Slayed the weak of mind,
Excitement ended badly.
Boredom was never kind.

Against this they fought
And seeked the eternal reward,
But soon they were taught
It was way, way, way harder than the Quest for the Holy Grail
Its power still soared.



xDDD. It is a force not to be reckoned with.