So here's the deal
I just spent about thirty minutes reading through my old livejournal entries and came across some pretty funny stuff. So, in Honor of Will's Livejournal Appreciation Day, which will from today on be declared a national holiday every June 1 (feel free to give each other gifts and be bountiful in joy and roast a goose, whatever floats your hippopotamus [I don't get it either]), anyway, in honor of Will's LJA Day, I have decided to post some old poetry I wrote that I found freaking hilarious, mainly because some of the poems were intended to be serious. Also I decided to post since I never update anymore except with meaningless junk, which pretty much describes these amazing poems. By the way, I'm not technologically advanced enough to know how to make a LJ "cut" so I apologize for the space, also I apologize for the space this sentence is taking up, and the space taken up by the apology, and the space taken up by the second apology and this current one.
So here goes, enjoy:
The River (I wrote this in 11th grade. I think it was about a girl or something)
Jagged rocks, chisled faces, an edifice.
Stark naked trees, crisp leaves, cold and hard.
I float; no wait, I'm pulled; Pulled swiftly down the current rushing gliding into the deep and vast horizon.
Contorting, deforming, molding; never the same form, never the shape i am meant or suppossed or thought to be.
Always antagonistic to the texture of the river, but still the water pulls me, imprisons me.
I look up and see clouds entwined together up in the clear and true sky, where the sun exposes their beauty. They will last forever.
In the midst of the rushing river, I fall asleep.
Suddenly I float with the clouds, free to roam and live and love, to take my true form, and I will never be alone. I gaze into the eyes of Magificent Justifying Sun and think: This will last forever.
A rock, a splinter of the earth, awakens me from this dream, with a swift crack to the head. "Look up. See what you've missed," it whispers. I tilt my head up and notice the setting of the dim, betraying sun. The river pulls me onward through the dark forest.
Again, I look up at the sky... the clouds entwined together...
Sinking into the depths of the river, I think: Will this last forever?
The Herd (I think this was about summerfest)
The herd moves I move Into what?
A better pasture? The sky?
The slaughter house?
He pulls me
He pulls me just as he pulls everyone else
and it doesn't matter where we want to be
or what dreams we have.
We wander on aimlessly,
Our sight two-dimensional
The herd moves
We move
Tails in front Heads in back.
No clear stream of vision
The destination just as vague.
Some get left behind
He knows
He still pulls us anyway
The herd moves
We know we must move
For through evil or good
He still pulls us along-
End
Those were some pictures of me and my angsty, rejected teenaged soul. No one knows what it's like being me. In the words of Ben Folds, "Yall don't know what it's like being male, middle class, and white. It's a biotch if you don't believe. Listen up to my new CD."
Here's some pretty random stuff I wrote that was not for serious:
A poem to Jen about some peach pie: (get your dang minds out of the gutter. Will's LJ is PG rated only for the sake of some racial slurs)
The emptiness
Vast and empty
That's about all I could feel
Like a gaping hole in the iris, except, of course, ten million gajillion times huge-er.
So big I could only cover the floor with twenty-thousand loaves of cheese.
Mmmmmmmmmmm, cheese.
Cheese rhymes with knees.
Knees with fleas,
and fleas with.....
Potatoes.
But nothing could reach
the fathom of the peach.
Peach deep into my soul,
Slathered over my innermost being.
Purging me clean, yet dirty, yet confused, but still just as lost......
Lost in a world of despair and nothing
Like an empty Vase..... lying in a place.....
covered with mace.... over the whole Jewish race.
Racist am I?
Who are you to fault one other than yourself.
Pluck out that branch and forget the twig, I always say.
But Jewish I am not, and will always stay.
But nonetheless,
the flowers may have their fields,
the oceans, their beach.
But my vast empty hole, will never have its peach..........
Brilliant, just brilliant...
Here was a xmas card I wrote for Natalie Tate:
Merry Christmas Natalie,
I hope your holiday goes happily.
With christmas trees and mistletoe
and santa claus saying Ho Ho Ho.
No, not a Hoe, as in woman of the night
but the specialness of Christmas, that's just right
This line doesnt rhyme or have rhythm
Merry Christmas Natalie
I made up a word called "spatallie"
So open all your presents
And don't eat all the peasants
Save some for me
The End
And finally, here was my shout out to all the repressed, rejected, and emotional anime fans in the LJ universe:
"From the depths of my very soul.................."
Oh the emotional turmoil. ARRGHHHBLARGEN! My soul leaks with love and caring, yet I can't find it anywhere. Oh gracious gracious gracious me. This reminds me of the Anime Shinimegimoochipoochi where Tritan, the violent and murderous, yet gentle-spirited, war lord stands atop Mt. Yakamacharokenguardialorgenblorgen and yells his Fie on the world for all of its misfortune and high taxes. Fie! Fie!!!
Down with poverty!! Down with racism, pride, fear, hatred, debauchery, mastication, and those little scratches you get on your toes when wearing flip-flops!!
Whew, excuse my language. But as was stated on that fateful summit of life: "man's mind when yearning to feel will always falter. But man's soul, when yearning to speak, will suddenly BURST APART, as a squid with a stick of dynamite inside of it, the stick being there as a result of the squid loosing its mother out in the ocean and swimming near the tidal pools which happen to be near a construction site, where happy-go-lucky construction workers who like to sing and dance are, as a result of their merriment, neglecting their work." It's really a heartwarming story. I give it four and a half stars-not five because of some weak character developments in some of the construction workers. Anyways, where was I? Oh yes, my late-teen/young adult angsty soul.
Now, as a take account and a-hold of all of the murders, blasphemies, thieveries, enemies, and toletries of the world and of the human soul, I have come to this one, defining conclusion:
I do not take livejournal seriously. :)
Hope you enjoyed these, and again, I hope this entry did not take up a whole page on your friend entry list. Have a good 'un.
Oooooooooh child. Lemme fix you some friiied cheekin and collar' greeens.
So here goes, enjoy:
The River (I wrote this in 11th grade. I think it was about a girl or something)
Jagged rocks, chisled faces, an edifice.
Stark naked trees, crisp leaves, cold and hard.
I float; no wait, I'm pulled; Pulled swiftly down the current rushing gliding into the deep and vast horizon.
Contorting, deforming, molding; never the same form, never the shape i am meant or suppossed or thought to be.
Always antagonistic to the texture of the river, but still the water pulls me, imprisons me.
I look up and see clouds entwined together up in the clear and true sky, where the sun exposes their beauty. They will last forever.
In the midst of the rushing river, I fall asleep.
Suddenly I float with the clouds, free to roam and live and love, to take my true form, and I will never be alone. I gaze into the eyes of Magificent Justifying Sun and think: This will last forever.
A rock, a splinter of the earth, awakens me from this dream, with a swift crack to the head. "Look up. See what you've missed," it whispers. I tilt my head up and notice the setting of the dim, betraying sun. The river pulls me onward through the dark forest.
Again, I look up at the sky... the clouds entwined together...
Sinking into the depths of the river, I think: Will this last forever?
The Herd (I think this was about summerfest)
The herd moves I move Into what?
A better pasture? The sky?
The slaughter house?
He pulls me
He pulls me just as he pulls everyone else
and it doesn't matter where we want to be
or what dreams we have.
We wander on aimlessly,
Our sight two-dimensional
The herd moves
We move
Tails in front Heads in back.
No clear stream of vision
The destination just as vague.
Some get left behind
He knows
He still pulls us anyway
The herd moves
We know we must move
For through evil or good
He still pulls us along-
End
Those were some pictures of me and my angsty, rejected teenaged soul. No one knows what it's like being me. In the words of Ben Folds, "Yall don't know what it's like being male, middle class, and white. It's a biotch if you don't believe. Listen up to my new CD."
Here's some pretty random stuff I wrote that was not for serious:
A poem to Jen about some peach pie: (get your dang minds out of the gutter. Will's LJ is PG rated only for the sake of some racial slurs)
The emptiness
Vast and empty
That's about all I could feel
Like a gaping hole in the iris, except, of course, ten million gajillion times huge-er.
So big I could only cover the floor with twenty-thousand loaves of cheese.
Mmmmmmmmmmm, cheese.
Cheese rhymes with knees.
Knees with fleas,
and fleas with.....
Potatoes.
But nothing could reach
the fathom of the peach.
Peach deep into my soul,
Slathered over my innermost being.
Purging me clean, yet dirty, yet confused, but still just as lost......
Lost in a world of despair and nothing
Like an empty Vase..... lying in a place.....
covered with mace.... over the whole Jewish race.
Racist am I?
Who are you to fault one other than yourself.
Pluck out that branch and forget the twig, I always say.
But Jewish I am not, and will always stay.
But nonetheless,
the flowers may have their fields,
the oceans, their beach.
But my vast empty hole, will never have its peach..........
Brilliant, just brilliant...
Here was a xmas card I wrote for Natalie Tate:
Merry Christmas Natalie,
I hope your holiday goes happily.
With christmas trees and mistletoe
and santa claus saying Ho Ho Ho.
No, not a Hoe, as in woman of the night
but the specialness of Christmas, that's just right
This line doesnt rhyme or have rhythm
Merry Christmas Natalie
I made up a word called "spatallie"
So open all your presents
And don't eat all the peasants
Save some for me
The End
And finally, here was my shout out to all the repressed, rejected, and emotional anime fans in the LJ universe:
"From the depths of my very soul.................."
Oh the emotional turmoil. ARRGHHHBLARGEN! My soul leaks with love and caring, yet I can't find it anywhere. Oh gracious gracious gracious me. This reminds me of the Anime Shinimegimoochipoochi where Tritan, the violent and murderous, yet gentle-spirited, war lord stands atop Mt. Yakamacharokenguardialorgenblorgen and yells his Fie on the world for all of its misfortune and high taxes. Fie! Fie!!!
Down with poverty!! Down with racism, pride, fear, hatred, debauchery, mastication, and those little scratches you get on your toes when wearing flip-flops!!
Whew, excuse my language. But as was stated on that fateful summit of life: "man's mind when yearning to feel will always falter. But man's soul, when yearning to speak, will suddenly BURST APART, as a squid with a stick of dynamite inside of it, the stick being there as a result of the squid loosing its mother out in the ocean and swimming near the tidal pools which happen to be near a construction site, where happy-go-lucky construction workers who like to sing and dance are, as a result of their merriment, neglecting their work." It's really a heartwarming story. I give it four and a half stars-not five because of some weak character developments in some of the construction workers. Anyways, where was I? Oh yes, my late-teen/young adult angsty soul.
Now, as a take account and a-hold of all of the murders, blasphemies, thieveries, enemies, and toletries of the world and of the human soul, I have come to this one, defining conclusion:
I do not take livejournal seriously. :)
Hope you enjoyed these, and again, I hope this entry did not take up a whole page on your friend entry list. Have a good 'un.
Oooooooooh child. Lemme fix you some friiied cheekin and collar' greeens.