(If the following contains errors… Remington doesn’t give a damn. READ THE JOURNAL ENTRY BEFORE POEM. Thank you.)
*sigh* School is out in a week, (The 27th) Thank God. I can’t wait to be on vacation but, before my vacation comes… so much hate and anger spreads through my school and my veins. I gather more and more anger as those around me seem to trickle away, or only seem to drip into a deeper hate so thick not even my own eyes can see as to where this malice shall lead.
If one goes one way there is always a follower. Am I one? A friend of mine told me I am, an Independent Follower she called me. And for what… just because she is angry at the rest of the world, she must spread this anger though me? I do not understand where this malice shall go; I only pray no one shall get hurt. And this anger is carried everywhere, even at lunch, which is really the only fun time in my day I sit in this unforgiving silence.
It’s just heartless how no one seems to care… the only people who do care seem to be true to my eyes... however… I have been fooled before.
I just wish things could be the way they once were, where we all got along… although finding that type of peace is like finding the city of Atlantis… what I’m searching for is impossible. Everyone wishes everything was once what is was… but, maybe its not the world around me maybe its just me? The world I now live in seemed to just erode away after I came into it… people lost friends, people got more angry, people started to cry… maybe it was me as a person that is causing what I hate most… pain. I remain clueless as to when this anger will end, hopefully the weekend and vacation might bring everyone some peace… but I’ll keep searching for the root of this hate…
Like I said previously, Vacation is very soon for me one week to go *wootwoot* I’ll spend the first 5 weeks of my vacation with my rocker-skater cousin Tim. He is cool. My opposite... but cool. We come from the same background of moron parents so we get each other which I consider a bonus for me ‘cause he’ll get things a bit more. I wouldn’t know what else to do with my vacation... I pray some of my friends call me up one or twice and just chit-chat, or we all get to go to the movies or something.
I’m both excited and nervous about my upcoming high school years. God, it seems just… too close, it feels like yesterday I walked into 7th grade and now… a day later I’m in 9th. Junior High moved fast, sometimes too fast. I’m just… nervous. Very, very nervous in reality. I’ve been playing it off like… its nothing, but it really is. I just… I need to get into collage. I need to prove myself and… If I don’t do good. I’m screwed. I need to make it through. All my high school buddies say everyone is harsh and mean… and usually I will doubt it thinking they are just trying to scare me and nope… for once I believe them. I’ll get over it.
Well… enough rambling! Poem time!
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It is the end of new…
Tis light into day
It is the evening thunder leavening the grey.
A new start is around the way…
To being a life…
To leave the havens darks rays.
Of small to old…
Of heart too fear…
To live without compassion, year after year.
From the end to anew…
From the dawn to dusk…
To be in the new crowds…
To fear the soon fuss.
Oh how shall the new days be spent?
Oh how shall the heart ache lie?
Till the end of the days,
Fly solo shall I.
The world is now ripped,
Not to be fair…
To be lost in a darkness.
To be caught in the lair.
Heart ache is fighting…
Though… so is the love.
Some shall grow old,
Others soar like the dove.
As the ages grow dim…
As the memory shall pass…
As the world I now know turns into glass…
They all shall fight…
There will be a war…
There will be a peace…
Maybe more.
(C) REMINGTON (iSkeleton)
 thecitieslights · Sun Jun 22, 2008 @ 08:12am · 0 Comments |
