I go to school, I obsessively compulsivly get trapped in it, I play my flute, I run, I make people angry, critisize myself, aimlessly wonder through life and get scared from it, talk to my cat, her name is Lilly...
Everything is going for me. My life is perfect. The only problem is that I'm the one living it. My train of thought travels on windy tracks, and loops around to many lonely and uncivilized places before arriving at it's destination. And that's why I am me. Sorry. And everything I write is,... I don't know if it's poetry. I don't want you to think that I think I'm good, because I don't. But I am not going to critisize myself because I've heard a lot of complaints about that recently. And since I am no authority on poetry I will just leave it at this: "I don't know if I am good or bad". I write what I feel. I also write somethings that I don't feel just because sometimes I'm embarrassed to express my most inner dark secret feelings,... for example, the poem EVIL that I wrote here, I don't really like killing people. I was not being serious when I wrote that one. I was having fun. But a lot of them I am serious about. I hope you can tell the difference. BY the way, I don't have a lot of time to spend writing poetry, or a lot of confidence in my ability to write it, so if you're wondering why I've been here over a year and have hardly added anything, that's why. And by the way again,... when I said that I don't have a lot of confidence in my ability to write poetry, I did not say that so that people will feel sorry for me and compliment my poetry and be like "oh, you're so good"... If people compliment me too much I will probably unintentionally feel like they are just being nice to me. It would help me to criticize my "poems". (realistically without sugar on top.) I want to know what people think. I can handle criticism.
Anyways, for anyone who actually read this entire thing here, you're cool. Seriously. OK, I'm going to stop writing this now. Bye.
Everything is going for me. My life is perfect. The only problem is that I'm the one living it. My train of thought travels on windy tracks, and loops around to many lonely and uncivilized places before arriving at it's destination. And that's why I am me. Sorry. And everything I write is,... I don't know if it's poetry. I don't want you to think that I think I'm good, because I don't. But I am not going to critisize myself because I've heard a lot of complaints about that recently. And since I am no authority on poetry I will just leave it at this: "I don't know if I am good or bad". I write what I feel. I also write somethings that I don't feel just because sometimes I'm embarrassed to express my most inner dark secret feelings,... for example, the poem EVIL that I wrote here, I don't really like killing people. I was not being serious when I wrote that one. I was having fun. But a lot of them I am serious about. I hope you can tell the difference. BY the way, I don't have a lot of time to spend writing poetry, or a lot of confidence in my ability to write it, so if you're wondering why I've been here over a year and have hardly added anything, that's why. And by the way again,... when I said that I don't have a lot of confidence in my ability to write poetry, I did not say that so that people will feel sorry for me and compliment my poetry and be like "oh, you're so good"... If people compliment me too much I will probably unintentionally feel like they are just being nice to me. It would help me to criticize my "poems". (realistically without sugar on top.) I want to know what people think. I can handle criticism.
Anyways, for anyone who actually read this entire thing here, you're cool. Seriously. OK, I'm going to stop writing this now. Bye.
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Poof Chan on December 10, 2005...ya know... it's been somewhere around a year now... AND YOU STILL DON'T TALK TO ME!!!! WHAT'S THE DEAL HERE HUH???? jus' kidding. i don't know if you ever check this anymore... i mean it happens... i havn't posted any new poems recently (which is soon to be remedied) so i don't have much room to talk. but hey.. maybe some day, you wil be curious to see if your account has been canceled... and you will log in and see that your dear friend Poof has hopefully written to you, and sits with the most dorkiest look on her face from sleep deprivation, but is currently wondering if this message will ever be replied to. yeah... that doesn't make a whole lot of sense, but it makes enough to matter right? right. yesh... anyway... i'm blathering and as much as i like to hear myself type... i think i'm going to stop. -last words-
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Poof Chan on November 29, 2004YAY!!!!! i'm COOL!!!! Woot!!!!! you never talk to me anymore... that makes me sad!!!! *blinks* i'll try n' talk to ya later if yer not busy...
