'Is it supposed to be stupid?'-Zim
05/26/2004 04:31 a.m.
How can people mock poetry? It's like mocking the ocean. Poetry is an art form. To be any good at it you have to pour your passion, in raw form, into words and phrases. How can anyone mock such a display of human joy or suffering? I can see mocking the words used, but it is impossible for anyone to understand the underlying emotions that went into the poem. The words are just what carry a small fraction of that emotion to the reader. They have no bearing on the reason the poem was written.

Writing poetry, and then letting others read it is also something that has to be admired. To write something out of your emotions and then to keep it to yourself seems destructive to me. Those emotions just sit and fester like a wound. They need air and the light of other eyes to shine upon them to do any good. I don't know about any of the other poets on Pathetic but having others read my poetry is very therapeutic. It's like I have set out a huge plate of my emotions that I can't handle by myself and each person who comes along and reads takes a bit of that burden away with them. I guess I just don't understand how anyone with a shard of poetic talent can stand to let their poetry go unseen.
I am currently Clueless
I am listening to The Doom Song

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We can't stop here, this is bat country!
05/06/2004 04:38 a.m.
Wow, my poems have been read 6600 times. That's insane. What are all of you people doing reading my poetry? Do you not have lives to be out living or something important to be doing? Cake and or cookies to be making me? *laughs* Anyway, thanks to anyone who has ever taken the time out of their extremely important lives *wink* to come visit my humble library and read my poetry. Or to threaten my life with feta cheese (thank you Beth, I love you dearly).
I am currently Affectionate

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Revenge is never a straight line
04/26/2004 04:33 a.m.
I feel like kicking someone in the teeth. I don't really care who I do this too, but if the cosmos is gonna give me a choice I have at least two people in mind.
The first one was horrendously rude to me once. I know that sounds really horrible to do to someone who was merely rude to me, but I don't. No one is that rude to me unless I am asking for it. And all I was doing was calling Paul gay. And he was laughing at me. So why she had to be rude to me is beyond my comprehension. Stupid females.
And secondly, the boy that has been playing with my mind for almost eight months now. EIGHT MONTHS! For the first five he couldn't make up his mind, and then we got into this big fight and now he is just being really immature about anything having to do with me. *screams for a few minutes* One minute he is civil and polite, then he's a complete ------- -------. I couldn't think of obscenities to aptley describe his behavior so...
Therefore, life sucks. The solution: Jack and Black!
I am currently Pissed Off

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no, that means I was drunk yesterday
04/07/2004 04:27 a.m.
Am I a selfish person for wanting to be around people that accept me for the person I am? I don't understand why people are so bent over the fact that I don't want to spend time with them because they make me feel like I am a deplorable being. Granted they don't do this conciously, but still. It's not my fault that's how this situation is and it's not their fault either. So I have other people to spend my time with, people who make me feel like I am bathed in starlight at all hours of the day. We may not be the best of friends but they don't expect anything from me except a bit of companionship. Why is this a hard concept to swallow for people?
I am currently Clueless
I am listening to Kashmir

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and I say I'm dead, and I move
03/28/2004 03:08 p.m.
I feel betrayed. I have no right or substantial reason for this feeling, but it persists. It's as if the world decided to kick me when I was down and then laugh at my attempt to drag myself out of the mud. I hate how my happiness always turns out to be fleeting. And especially when it all flys away from me at once. It never has gone away slowly. It's just ripped clean of me in one brutal instant, that leaves a wound that aches for months. And never fully recovers.

Jack...where are you when I need saving?
I am currently Depressed

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the immortals part
03/20/2004 05:50 p.m.
Megan was here. She's leaving us again until graduation, but her visit was a wonderful bit of midnight rain. I know for certain that Beth and I were thrilled in spades to see her. The bruhaha we had at her house last night was fun. I nearly cried saying goodbye to her, until I was tackled by Matt and Nick. Life will be a lot more sober without her here. *sigh* Tears and starfire.
I am currently Blue
I am listening to Take Control-Weezer

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I lack the shoes
03/09/2004 11:14 p.m.
Men. Such heinous creatures. Especially that one. He likes me, he ignores me, he wants me, he hates me. It's so seriously fucked up. At this moment, I feel like Marla.

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why won't it rain?
03/07/2004 06:36 a.m.
I feel like I'm dying. Not in a physical sense, but an emotional one. I was driving home this evening and for most of the trip the moon was sitting in the sky being lovely and antisocial, but it stirred nothing within me. I remember that a month ago I stopped along the highway just to stare at the moon before it escaped behind the clouds again. I was finding it hard to breathe from the sheer beauty of the sight then. And now I just see the moon. Nothing excites me anymore. That saddens me. I remember being excited because Beth had macoroni and cheese for Hade's sake...now I can't bring myself to care that my blood is still circulating through my veins. Why?
I am currently Bothered

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she is a fat guy named Hector
02/23/2004 12:00 a.m.
I am spinning with emotion. For the past week I felt insanely destructive. I scared a few people that know me really well by not being my usually talkative cynical self in some of our classes. But none of them asked why. Megan wanted to know why Dan and I were being nice to each other, but beyond that not a single question about my emotional state.

Friday morning I got to fly the balloon we made in physics. I think I put all my anger and disappointment into it when it was let go. And it crashed into a tree. Afterwards I felt like dancing under the stars until I collapsed from exhaustion. I spent the weekend with people who are just as disappointed with the things in our lives as I am. I love them to pieces. Especially when I see that they are as fragile as anything and need to be loved.

I need it to rain...
I am currently Empty

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Sadness of the sunshine
04/17/2003 03:08 a.m.
It no longer rains...such a very depressing thought. I woke to find the sun watching me sleep. I was heartbroken. The sun and I disagree on so many things. It is warm and loved...and I am not. The rain was so kind to me. Not bringing my flaws to light. Unlike an acursed star. That sits in the sky with everyone depending on it. Worshiping it, praising it. Being the warm center of so many lives. And I...a creature shunned from that warmth. Just because I refused, to be another acolyte.
Umm, I have no idea how that turned into a poem, I swear to the devil I don't.
I am currently Amazed
I am listening to Fatal Charm

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