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 Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2011 10:26 pm
I need to vent. = 3 =
And when I do, I'm gonna put some use to these stupid and fickle emotions. After all, they'll be gone soon! xD
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Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2011 10:42 pm
Sometimes...
I feel important. Like I actually have a place to belong, and without my piece of the puzzle, life itself cannot exist.
I know it's not true.
It's not true at all.
Or as my friend so puts, "in verity".
But if that's the case
Why do people depend on me
Like I am their sun?
Is it because I smile at their jokes
'Cause their damned funny? Is that why?
Or is it because when they're crying,
I'm usually the one there--
wiping snot from the bottom of their chin and everything.
No. I shouldn't put it like that.
After all. I love every bit of it.
That little spark of life in their eyes
Only appearing when they know they've told a knee slappin' joke.
The sensation the friend senses and I appreciate:
That no matter what
Someone will be there cleaning up their
Reddened, flustered, melancholy face
Despite the nasty yellow stuff hangin' from their bloated noses.
And they're still beautiful, by the way.
I love it. I love everything. I love love.
And yet.
I hate it. I loathe it--that's more the word.
It's an alliteration with love.
Oh, did you know first graders knew that word?
Alliteration. I wish I was as bright as the generation before me.
Heck, I wish I was smart period.
But I digress.
What was I meaning to say?
Absolutely nothing. Or was I? See what I did there?
My second grade teacher would call that a "hooker".
I'm glad I didn't know the other definition of hooker when I was a littlun'.
I'm super glad I didn't know half the things I know now.
Because the more you know, the more it seems to weigh you down.
People say "knowledge is power"...
Or maybe it's "power is knowledge".
Either way, it's not. Ignorance seems like a better angle of life.
Do you not agree?
I don't care if you do agree. It's a rhetorical question, see.
Floating away. Flying away. Dissolving into the world
With the rest of the pieces. Just falling into place.
Falling into nowhere.
You can run. You can hide.
But even if you go beyond the borders,
You'll always be stuck in the same frame.
Sometimes I'm alone when everyone is around me.
Sometimes I cry when the world is laughing.
Sometimes I think I'm different, but I'm not.
Sometimes I remember that every teenager does this, don't they?
Don't they?
Sometimes, I feel important.
But usually...
[Marshie is just bumping the guild with useless poetry. Still inactive due to family. I hope you're all having a great summer, or for some of you, winter. = w = <3 ]
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 4:38 pm
Icaneasilyrelatetothisandidkifthat'sgoodorbad
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 9:39 pm
To My Friend
[because they're sexy and amazing]
Labels suck. That's pretty much all I'm going to say.
Well, that and perhaps a little explanation.
You see, labels are how this society
We have "functions" [if you can really say that] in this world
Stationed on the third planet from the sun.
Without them, what are we?
See, you can't even answer that
Without one of them stupid labels.
What now? Are you going to correct that
Istie Bitsie Grammar Error?
Or just wish you could?
This is my poem and I declare it copyrighted.
Now you can't.
Stupid.
Oh my, look what I did there.
I named you something.
Guess what's an adjective fer that?
I'm out of iced coffee.
Now how will I keep myself awake?
Writing I suppose.
Here's how I see it.
Labeling someone in order to place them in
Those tiny, significant boxes that organize everyone's lives?
It's completely useless.
How will you get to know anyone if
You've already decided you know them as:
The Drunkard. The Sloth. The Slow-Poster.
You can't. Simple as that.
Because of you--not to worry, everyone does it--
People are trapped within the boundaries of words.
What's the worst part is that
We've been trained like a beaten dog
To go along with it.
It's too late for most people
Since by accident everyone can be judgmental.
People even try to label other labelers.
I think that's kinda funny. Heh.
Name your dog "Foo Foo" or "Phu Phu" if you're feeling artistic.
Tell that street cat he's yours,
Stick a collar on the thing with "Fluffy" engraved on it.
Go ahead and hang antlers from your hunting uncle's kill last week
With the family's proud name painted on it.
But you, society, do not own me.
Go ahead. Figure me out. I dare you.
But you won't. Know why?
Since you're bound to your own name, society.
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 9:16 pm
Apathetic Amor
The blossoms this year have, indeed,
Surpassed their usual loveliness,
With their petals that sway in the wind
Like eyelashes fluttering as they lull to sleep.
Lights stream down in ribbons as the trees
Struggle with the tides of a cool breeze.
It brushes my cheek playfully
Before rushing back to the clouds.
There is a serene laughter that
Reaches until the very fluff of the sky
With its purity and love;
Its embracing warmth and a sense of hope.
But why can't I see that beauty anymore
Like I had once before.
I used to see everything with twinkle
And glassy-eyed-gaze,
but no longer.
The grey screen in front of me is all I see.
Monotone music is now my lullaby.
My touch is icy as the winter in my heart,
And I find myself far away from all that could
Ever extend a hand to my aid. I called out
Only to hear the sting of my own voice
Bounce back. It was a lonely howl.
I'm getting tired and yet ever so restless.
Anxious and incredibly uninterested and apathetic.
Hopeful, but a tear stained face each night would
Give someone the opposite.
What's wrong with me? I have absolutely no idea.
Or perhaps I do, and I just can't bring myself to
Face that I need someone else in my life to help me.
I reach for a hand
Only to feel the chill of breathless, lifeless, air.
I could never grasp that.
I never will.
That's just how love works.
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