I am alone in this place
I am alone, I am disgraced
I cannot be seen, I cannot be heard
I cannot say a single word
All the tumbling words and noises
Screeches, whimpers, many voices
Joined in a tidal wave
To sound we all have become slave
Day and night my ears will bleed
Quiet is just what I need
A cry of anguish, mournful bray
I wish for silence every day
Sunday, January 27, 2013
Tuesday, January 22, 2013
Alone.
I am surrounded by people.
And I am alone.
I am always alone, even in the company of others. Even when I am with my friends.
My depressing thoughts of isolation and solitude may result in the emotion of never fitting in. It is a feeling I often have. People will reassure me that they're there, that they are listening, that they are here for me. But I have enough experience to know that every human can connect with one another in only so many ways.... I know that no one will ever understand or know me as much as I know myself. I know that I'll never understand my friends' true motives and feelings.
It is quite common for people like me (people who don't enjoy their birthdays, people who don't like talking to anyone but those they know well, people who would rather sit in absolute silence with a book than socialize) to notice this. It is expected that deep thinkers acknowledge this.
If you really think about it, we are all alone. Every single one of us. I'm on my journey to the Elsewhere, and others are on their journey to everywhere else.
So there you have it. In my little corner of the universe, I am alone.
And I am alone.
I am always alone, even in the company of others. Even when I am with my friends.
My depressing thoughts of isolation and solitude may result in the emotion of never fitting in. It is a feeling I often have. People will reassure me that they're there, that they are listening, that they are here for me. But I have enough experience to know that every human can connect with one another in only so many ways.... I know that no one will ever understand or know me as much as I know myself. I know that I'll never understand my friends' true motives and feelings.
It is quite common for people like me (people who don't enjoy their birthdays, people who don't like talking to anyone but those they know well, people who would rather sit in absolute silence with a book than socialize) to notice this. It is expected that deep thinkers acknowledge this.
If you really think about it, we are all alone. Every single one of us. I'm on my journey to the Elsewhere, and others are on their journey to everywhere else.
So there you have it. In my little corner of the universe, I am alone.
Monday, January 21, 2013
Monday, January 14, 2013
Do you remember
Do you remember
The last time you said you were at peace?
We held talked about everything and nothing.
We were walking to a Greater Perhaps.
And I smiled.
The last time you said you were at peace?
We held talked about everything and nothing.
We were walking to a Greater Perhaps.
And I smiled.
Sunday, January 13, 2013
Monday, December 24, 2012
Greetings, fellow earthlings
Hey guys. Man, it's been forever....
I think I'm going to change it up a bit. Maybe stop joining every Clan site I see, keeping more to myself. I think I'm going to be less frequent, too. I have less free time than last year, and a little more maturity too. And self control.
Currently reading:
Seeing Redd by Frank Beddor
The Last Dragonslayer by Jasper Fforde
Current recommended books:
The Giver by Lois Lowry
Island of the Aunts and Which Witch by Eva Ibbotson
Holes by Louis Sachar
By the way.... I fired Umbreon. She's not coming back. Like, ever.
I think I'm going to change it up a bit. Maybe stop joining every Clan site I see, keeping more to myself. I think I'm going to be less frequent, too. I have less free time than last year, and a little more maturity too. And self control.
Currently reading:
Seeing Redd by Frank Beddor
The Last Dragonslayer by Jasper Fforde
Current recommended books:
The Giver by Lois Lowry
Island of the Aunts and Which Witch by Eva Ibbotson
Holes by Louis Sachar
By the way.... I fired Umbreon. She's not coming back. Like, ever.
Sunday, July 15, 2012
Hello Again
I read all those books, as promised. I figured out that in between Fire Bringer and Fell, there's another book. It's called The Sight and it's by the same author as the other two. I'm too lazy to do all-out book reviews, so you'll have to settle with this, but in short, they are all awesome books.
Finding My Place was amazing and powerful, and I cried at the end. I advise the world to read it.
Fire Bringer, Fell, and The Sight were all kind of a series, Fire Bringer being about deer while the other two about wolves. They were extremely interesting and well written, and I was sad when Fell ended. I cried at the end of all three, as was predicted by my brother.
Animal Farm was downright creepy. I'm just glad I did this on my own time, not for school. Because I would be writing from a rubber room if I read it at school. Just kidding, but seriously, it was freaky. George Orwell is talented and insane. With great gifts come great mental institute bills.
The Agency was fresh and neat. It was a crafty idea, a female Sherlock Holmes school. The main character was cunning and witty, and along with a male character with a big part to play. Overall it was cool and girls from ages eleven to seventeen should read it if you're looking for awesome espionage and action.
So yeah. I also picked up three more books and they are called My Unfair Godmother, The Naming, and The Outside of a Horse. Waveclaw, you would like the last one. I finished the first and I'm starting the second, saving the third for last. My Unfair Godmother was really funny. I laughed a lot and gained a few helpful writing tips. Which reminds me...
I'm probably going to be unable to update my stories a ton, so prepare for empty gaps.
The end.
Finding My Place was amazing and powerful, and I cried at the end. I advise the world to read it.
Fire Bringer, Fell, and The Sight were all kind of a series, Fire Bringer being about deer while the other two about wolves. They were extremely interesting and well written, and I was sad when Fell ended. I cried at the end of all three, as was predicted by my brother.
Animal Farm was downright creepy. I'm just glad I did this on my own time, not for school. Because I would be writing from a rubber room if I read it at school. Just kidding, but seriously, it was freaky. George Orwell is talented and insane. With great gifts come great mental institute bills.
The Agency was fresh and neat. It was a crafty idea, a female Sherlock Holmes school. The main character was cunning and witty, and along with a male character with a big part to play. Overall it was cool and girls from ages eleven to seventeen should read it if you're looking for awesome espionage and action.
So yeah. I also picked up three more books and they are called My Unfair Godmother, The Naming, and The Outside of a Horse. Waveclaw, you would like the last one. I finished the first and I'm starting the second, saving the third for last. My Unfair Godmother was really funny. I laughed a lot and gained a few helpful writing tips. Which reminds me...
I'm probably going to be unable to update my stories a ton, so prepare for empty gaps.
The end.
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