Feb 28, Monday with morris
Today some group in school presented a research on blogs and they implied, and truely so, that blogs are personal manifestation of an egoistist inner self, constantly presently itself in a "public" persona that it wants people to understand it by. Well i am so damn interested to expound on that theory today. C'mon its fuckin true cos i've been doing that myself and its shameful to admit how much. but fer once i'm gonna be as clean in my blog writing approach jus ter prove a silly point to myself--i don't fuckin care what people will conclude from this.
This is a poem i put just together, took less than 5 min. i found myself in a complusive kind of state, couldn't really get a hold of what i'm thinking, was so confused. Anyway this is about as honest as it gets from me. i self censored cos i've gotta think of the watchful public eyes that tear down almost everything of every person until the their purest of intentions becomes something so base and despicable and totally unhonorable. But today i don't give a damn of what some one will think when he or she reads this cos i took away the tell tales signs from the poem, so you an't really gonna know what it means...anyway its not a pretty sight, pls don't read.
*sorry i deleted the whole poem*
this is total crap, sorry if you had read and felt like i was a complete psycho...cos to be honest i feel like one
This is a poem i put just together, took less than 5 min. i found myself in a complusive kind of state, couldn't really get a hold of what i'm thinking, was so confused. Anyway this is about as honest as it gets from me. i self censored cos i've gotta think of the watchful public eyes that tear down almost everything of every person until the their purest of intentions becomes something so base and despicable and totally unhonorable. But today i don't give a damn of what some one will think when he or she reads this cos i took away the tell tales signs from the poem, so you an't really gonna know what it means...anyway its not a pretty sight, pls don't read.
*sorry i deleted the whole poem*
this is total crap, sorry if you had read and felt like i was a complete psycho...cos to be honest i feel like one
posted by PY @ 11:45 PM
2 Comments:
At 1:31 AM,
vivadiva said…
more than words can ever say. futile. remember what we talked about during that day at ur hse downstairs. argh..bemoaning the utter futility of it all. Bloody sucks. U noe what my friend told me? living is supposed to be painful, if u feel no pain, u arent really living. cynical as it may seem, u noe. But so fucking true.
kinda get a gist of what u are saying, definitely not its exact form. Somehoe there's this innate desire to just open the doors of ur heart to lay expose the inner recesses of ur soul. But then think again, sometimes its just so vulnerable to ever wanna seriously contemplate this possibility.
just dun bottle everything up. Everybody has their saturation point, let loose. screw those who may think its psycho or what. u are entitled to whatever u may feel
At 11:46 PM,
issei said…
Hey gal, if you need someone to talk to can alwayz find me...can try to entertain u with me crap...
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