Sorry y'all. These entries were done through the AOLJournals bot. I can't get to my journals. Parental controls. I really have to get my father to change it. It sucks. I don't know if I posted the poem below in Inspired (see link in sidebar) but I'm posting it here anyhow.
June 15
Torn
Confusion
Torn in two die-rections
Doubting
God, do I hate doubting
Assurance
Knowing exactly
Clairity
God, do I miss clarity
Tears of frustration
Tears of aggrivation
Tears of sorrow and
Tears of pain
Wanting hope
Wanting help
Knowing it can't come
From anyone but me
I better figure it out
I better do it soon
I better know
Just what to do
Somebody...
Help?
1 comment:
ok, i wish i could write poetry, but all i can do is create these dirty-minded plays that really don't help or connect with anyone. *sigh* kind of like Dave Matthews i guess, split personalitys: suicidal or dirty
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