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This is my lit blog yo. This emptiness surrounding me,. I have always felt something-. That you were never noticing me,. I am surrounded by whispers and plastic smiles;. So much that it hurts. I can pretend I never knew. The petals on the flower of truth are falling,. So slow hardly anyone notices it. Life is a lie,.
Thursday, July 30, 2009. I see them pass by. The routine repeats day after day. Not a soul in sight. Sunday, July 19, 2009. I feel that the boy from the poem is either anti-social or has a mental instability which makes him unwilling to go play. Firstly, as quoted from the poem. Back against the wall he stays.
Thursday, July 30, 2009. Poem about how The Loner felt. I am alone as usual. Playing with my favorite wall. Like what I normally did. Although lonely but no courage. People think that I am a snob. Talking to nobody but myself. Making friends was I wanted to do. Having no courage fails everything. Talking to them was probably my biggest wish. Is they could be friendlier to me. So that I could regain my confidence. Plucked up the courage to befriend them. If only I am transparent to let people read.
I made my way to the playground. It is better than being at home. Where I have no say. Back to the wall I went. My only companion and friend. With the verbal cyanide and cold stares. Me they will never understand. As I desperately try to cover. The bruises on my arm. Why do some of them keep on trying? They should just give up.
Trop en retard la meuf. Et surtout, aie toujours la S.
8220;Sans la musique, la vie serait une erreur. Une description en 350 caractères max. Faut faire ca par association libre.