At the end of the week

So this week I had a huge writers block and as a writer that is never a good thing. But today I spat out a poem and I've worked it and worked it and I want to see how it's received. I'll leave that at then end of the post. Just a little insight into my life, I have been watching a lot of Ghost Adventures and CSI recently. I love YouTube and Volgers. My favorite is Meekakitty but I also like makeup tutorials with MichellePhan and AllThatGlitters2. I'm an English major at Western Michigan and a Criminal Justice minor. I want to graduate and go to OCC's police academy and work with the K9 unit with search and rescue. Well that's pretty much all for now, here's the poem.

Feet Gripping Dirt

A temptation, of glory and falling out of myself.
But to give in would be to let the waters of horror
flow over me and drown me in confusion.
They prod at every end, telling of past ventures
with eyes full of grey and gold.
Pushing and pulling their tales are lost in my ears.
Their ideas of joy and gayous nights
vibrate on my drums as ignorance would fall on the wise.
Not that I fly above them
but for my life I have knowledge over their stupidity.

The idea of becoming lost in one's own mind
lingers in me making my skull throb.

Could you willingly dismiss sensibility and your own functions?