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Saturday, October 2, 2010

Old Poem #1 : Alex.

Just a beginning note: this is one of my favorite things I have ever written. I wrote it in 7th grade and it still means so much to me. I love this Alex fellow. So, without further ado, I present:

Alex.


Alex, skin as light as day, but hair the color of midnight.
Alex, attempting to survive.
Alex, smiling on the outside, crying on the inside.
The sun to annoy, the moon to inspire.


Alex, surrounded by many, understood by none. Death is his only friend.
Haters make life harder, internet makes life worse.
Alex, eyes like storm clouds, but the sun is still out.
The glass neither half empty, nor half full.
But shattered on the floor in a million pieces.


Alex, brokenhearted and lonely, searches for a friend.
Follows music instead of rules.
His parents like burglars, breaking into him and stealing what little happiness he has left.


Alex.

Thursday, September 9, 2010

teleport.

If I close my eyes right now, maybe I'll be with them. Safe. If I close my eyes then, maybe I'd be there. Loved. If I close my eyes after, maybe I'd be home. Alone. So I close my eyes. Shut them tight. And listen to the mockings and ignorance of what my life has become.

in a perfect world...

...none of this would be happening. ...I wouldn't have to worry about you. ...suicide wouldn't be the option. ...the call would not drop. ...you would be okay. ...I wouldn't feel so numb. ...there would be no one. and I wouldn't just feel alone. I would live the part. I would be alone. ...but the world in which we preside is nowhere near perfect.

Monday, September 6, 2010

nothing.

I have not written anything in a long while. What I feel cannot be put into words.

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

forever youngish.


It's kind of ironic that I'm listening to "Brightly Wound" by Eisley at this very moment. Why, you ask? Well, let me tell you. There's a lyric in the chorus that goes "I shall never grow up." The irony of this lyric is the fact that at this very moment I am writing this, I am swinging on, well, a swing at the lamest park I know.My best friend, Emilee, and I have been coming here since...let's just say forever. I've always had a love/hate relationship with it, but between me & whoever even reads this, a piece of me has always longed to be here. It's small but mighty. Two real swings, two baby swings, a slide, and one of those weird climbythings. Pretty lame, right? Yeah. That's what I thought.These last couple of days have been pretty alright, to be honest. If I were a pessimist I would've said they sucked, with the exception of my birthday party on Sunday. Good thing I'm no "glass half empty" person. But today, I don't know. Today just shot me down. Don't get me wrong, I've been expecting it. But I just felt like I needed to get the hell out of my little bubble of a world. Yesterday, it was through riding my dad's old bike for the first time in roughly a year. But, you guessed it, today I ended up alone at my crap park listening to my "Depressingish" playlist. (right now "3am" by Matchbox Twenty is playing.)So, I ask you, where do you go to get out of your world? Maybe it's an attic. It could be the best playground you've ever been to. Even your best friend's backyard.(p.s. I'm doing this through my ipod, and I have pictures to go along with it. I'll let y'all know when they show up.)

Monday, August 9, 2010

alone.

I am just now discovering that some things are better when you're alone. But, then there are things like singing Queen songs in your family room during commercials between Craig Ferguson episodes. When feeling alone, I usually put in a cd or play some Modest Mouse to help me. But sometimes feeling alone is the best thing that could ever happen. So, my question for whoever reads this is : what do you do when feeling alone? Now, keep in mind that there's a difference between being alone and being lonely. Well, happy writing (: