
I thought I might share some of my horrific teen train of thought scribblings.
...maybe I am dark person disguised by the day to be more socially acceptable.
I don't even know what that means!
An angry glance
A tense stance
A cutting tongue.
It's not the writing that concerns me as much as who was I writing about. Considering what else is on the page I am assuming it was me. I was such a bright bunny!
Words stuck in your chest.
A knot in my stomach.
Both tongue tied, we are silent.
I don't mind this too much. It's a little too self aware but of most of the crap I've read this is among the least embarrassing.
Hand me your hankerchief
So I may touch your hand.
I don't exist to you.
You will never understand.
And then the crap continues.... This is beyond horrible, AND it rhymes ARGH.
Like some profound creature it robs us of precious moments and give us an eternity of forgettables.
What the heck was I talking about? Time. Sigh.
Hopefully I haven't broken your mind with my self indulgent teen journals.
5 comments:
We ALL have books like that, even though we pretend we don't. If anyone says they don't, what they really mean is they did have them, they just burned them long ago. =)
Where are you going in Japan? I lived in Fukuoka for a year. Have fun! Maybe I'll visit (hehehe).
Haha. Interesting to read those. I'm afraid to look through my journals past. I'm afraid they contain much angst and confusion.
(I have a certain dislike for rhyming poems too!)
LOL! I destroy my journals after I've written them... have a paranoia about what people will find after I'm dead.
Hope your packing is going well.:D
Hah! I destroyed probably 15-20 volumes of my teen journal from ages 12 to 19, a couple of years back. I typed up a small handful of entries but most I couldn't even bear to look at! *cringe*
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