Today I am blogging purely out of obligation.
I've decided that I am never going to show my blog to my kids. I'm probably the last person who should've ever started a blog.
I like to think of myself as a pretty open person, and I think sometimes people are open with me because of that - but let's face it, there is a point when you do share too much information. I have shared too much information on here.
My poor mother worries about me. She worries about the fact that I talk about ex-girlfriends, kissing with tongues (or without), exam papers gone wrong and putting pictures of my rear end on the internet. Most of all she worries that I don't seem to see the problem with it at all.
Well, I do. I can't bring myself to read the blog from last year. I can't read what I said about America on Independance Day, going through the 'holy crap I have no girlfriend' phase, album reviews, letters to Michael Jackson and endless rubbish about animals taking over the world. It's painful.
The only positive thing I can pull out of it is that I have evidence that I have in fact grown up since then.
With all that aside, I feel like spilling my guts some more today - so here is some depressing poetry you might appreciate.
Watch me as I burn and melt
Keeping my distance and hating the space
Trying to be patient in the grind of the wait
I catch your smile and I singe some more.
Somewhere in between the sadness and anger
Is the sweet fret that keeps me under
Knotted in secret, but sane on top
All because of that smile you flash
With no idea about the fever it commands
Mona Lisa behind the glass
The innocent spark
In my private room
Give me a moment to breathe
Before you push my head under again
I want to shout, but my words are tied
I have to contain all the ways I've tried
To catch that smile one more time
The jewel that defeats me
The grip that eats me
The flicker that beats me
So take your smile but not halfway
Hide it away
Or let it be mine.
6 comments:
very interesting poetry... well written, but yes, depressing
... but sometimes life calls for depressing poetry
Well, yes you have grown up and changed, its all good...:)Love ya to pieces butterfly zebra man (Buffy will be impressed you have a jujubees photo of her on here :)) Its all good :) c u 2morrow, keep smiling :) xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
i like it..
Particularly *Somewhere in between the sadness and anger
Is the sweet fret that keeps me under
Knotted in secret, but sane on top*
I know how that can feel.. and u've summed that up perfectly...
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I really like when people are expressing their opinion and thought. So I like the way you are writing
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