Feelings.
You know what one of the worst feelings is? Its letting yourself waste away. Thats happening right now. I am wasting my life away. High school is a mysterious time; people change a lot over four years. How are you supposed to know that those four years are meant to determine the rest of your life? You have to become enlightened about who you really are and what you believe in, and do work? Why are there so many rules? Why does school have manditory hours? It really seems like you have to stay there, like you shouldn’t be out. Why should life be based on the past? Our prejudice is based on past things that we have seen happen or heard about, all in the past. Why? You know, I’ve heard that hope is for the hopeless. When you are at the very end of your emotional rope, you feel enlightened. But by then, you’ve laid waste to your life, options, family, love, how would you rebuild that? Kids are supposed to resemble their parents, so are there really bad kids? Or just bad parents…
This is by far my favorite poem. (go read perks of being a wallflower, and if you already read it, read it again.)
Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines, he wrote a poem, And he called it “Chops”, because that was the name of his dog, And that’s what it was all about, And his teacher gave him an A, and a gold star, And his mother hung it on the kitchen door, and read it to his aunts, That was the year Father Tracy, took all the kids to the zoo, And he let them sing on the bus, And his little sister was born, with tiny toenails and no hair, And his mother and father kissed a lot, And the girl around the corner sent him a, Valentine signed with a row of X’s, and he had to ask his father what the X’s meant, And his father always tucked him in bed at night, And was always there to do it.
Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines, he wrote a poem, And he called it “Autumn”, because that was the name of the season, And that’s what it was all about, And his teacher gave him an A, and asked him to write more clearly, And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door, because of its new paint, And the kids told him, that Father Tracy smoked cigars, And left butts on the pews, And sometimes they would burn holes, That was the year his sister got glasses, with thick lenses and black frames, And the girl around the corner laughed, when he asked her to go see Santa Claus, And the kids told him why, his mother and father kissed a lot, And his father never tucked him in bed at night, And his father god mad, when he cried for him to do it.
Once on a paper torn from his notebook, he wrote a poem, And he called it “Innocence: A Question”, because that was the question about his girl, And that’s what it was all about, And his professor gave him an A, and a strange steady look, And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door, because he never showed her, That was the year that Father Tracy died, And he forgot how the end, of Apostle’s Creed went, And he caught his sister, making out on the back porch, And his mother and father never kissed, or even talked, And the girl around the corner, wore too much makeup, That made him cough when he kissed her, but he kissed her anyway, because that was teh thing to do, And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed, his father was snoring soundly.
That’s why on the back of a brown paper bag, he tried another poem, And he called it “Absolutely Nothing”, Because that’s what it was really all about, And he gave himself an A, and a slash on each damned wrist, And he hung it on the bathroom door, because this time he didn’t think, he could reach the kitchen.
Since nobody will read this
Im going to bitch about life.
Well, first off, my sister went insane today.
She is now in a crazy house.
My parents don’t realize they suck.
I have nothing to do out here.
Where is the second cumming of Christ?
Why do men have nipples?
When will I finally leave this whore house?
Thanks for reading you inteligent people.
Happiness.
Today, for the first time in over 10 years. I truly feel happy. Not because of my amazing girlfriend, not all of the things I own, but because I know that I shouldn’t die.
Beast Bro Time
So today, I found out someone sent my little sister a picture of their dick.
Being an older brother; that doesn’t sit well with me.
So I go to school and mind rape a small freshman to give me some info but it wasn’t him. That only leaves her Ex-bf that I told my OTHER friend I would NOT hurt him because he only has ONE kidney.
Well it looks as though if you want to keep your kidney you should keep it in your pants… Wait its a bit too late for that.
Btw,Mark i forget whether your following me or not. This is to sweet. I’m considering getting it in this color now over the blue one D:
