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Entries for March, 2005March 24th, 2005
boring. boring. boring. everything's boring. the summer's boring. the vacation's boring. heck, this blog may be the most boring blog of all. ugh. am in NO mood at all to do anything. especially to, like, work on this blog. ugh. feeling bored [ now for wrath ] March 29th, 2005
ramblings of an idle mind bletz @ 04:02 AM Hmmm….i wonder why EVERYONE wants to be, like….broken? or sad or whatever. Everyone wants to have teenage angst, if not become the epitome of it. Every other poem you read that isn’t about love is about being broken, or hiding behind a mask, or crying deep inside. EVERYONE, it seems, WANTS to be broken. They want to be broken because they want someone to come along to “put the pieces back together.” What if I told you that there will be NO ONE to put the pieces back together? Despite the independence that is spoken so strongly of, being teenaged and female (or male, trying to be female…whatever)… you dream of that someone who will fix you. But what if that someone doesn’t exist? Or if IT did, we probably wouldn’t meet IT anyway, let alone know IT long enough for IT to fix the cracks in ourselves that we write poetry about? What if it were all up to us “fix” ourselves? What if we weren’t really broken, and we just try to be in some unspoken need to “fit in”? What if that IS reality? Hmm….i think I’m tired of teenage angst. Either that, or it’s tired of me….i dunno. -sighs- ramblings of an idle mind. listening to River Lullaby STILL from prince of egypt [ 3 now for ruin ] |
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