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there's so much i need to write about..on here...in my journal...somewhere. anywhere.... when will i have the time...when will i have the time and feel like it at the same time? like for example, these dreams i've been actually remembering...their coming back. the ones that haunt me. about dying...death. last week i killed myself...and last night i killed somebody else...and it felt so good...maybe i've been watching too much diagnosis murder lately..or maybe not, i really don't think that's it. i just think they've come back to haunt me..not that i'm scared or anything by them...i just know in a way it's not right is it? am i really supposed to dream about this and imagine it??? i think i've been spending too much time by myself lately and i've been letting my thoughts and imagaination go..i know it's not good for me...it may be for anne of green gables...but not for me...i wish it was not like this....not like this at all. i wish i was anne right now and could escape to my forest with my books and adventurous spirit..and maybe even a bosom friend as well...a real kindred spirit right by my side... |
i hate this one...it was probably just something i scribbled down real fast. however i turned it into my background image....because i had a pix i took at michelle's house of her window and i thought it was cool...but i have another poem about rain_drops and tears..and windows...maybe i'll type that one up as well..someday. i plan to type and print all my poems out one day and put em in a book or something. i have so many of em..in so many different places...i'm not scared of em anymore..or ashamed. because they are a part of who i was...and am...and i've been writing poems for so many years throughout high school and now into college...but this one's only a year old...i wrote it April 13, 2006 ![]() Drops of Defeat as the raindrops fall outside my window in step with the drops falling down my face wind whistling through the trees thoughts flowing over me memories and leaves intertwining rain pelting the grass which bows down in defeat as the doubt and the fear pushes me further down wishing of what could have been is like wishing for the sun to shine through the thunderstorm staring out the window and watching the storms of life pass through only one way it seems to make it through just wait through the storm the clouds will soon clear and through prayer and hope i will survive... through the defeat... just make it through the night |
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i really hate people somedays... ...today is one of those days... but my roommate's been nice to me..when she's around. oh well. i'll get over it i guess.... ...i always do. by the way...my last post was my 200th post on here..and i missed it. i've been around here way too long. |