Journal noell's Journal: why is it required? 2
i am listening to sarah right now. i love sarah. her voice. sigh.
"and in that stillness there was a freedom. i never felt before."
"she said how long have i been sleeping. and why do i feel so old. why do i feel so cold. my heart is saying one thing. but my body won't let go. with trembling hands she reaches out...take her hand. she will lead you through the fire. oh and give you back hope. and hope that you wont take to much. respecting what its left. you cradle us. oh she held us in her arms. selfish in her suffering she could not understand. no one seemed to have the time to cherish what was given. oh and i would be the last to know. and i would be the last to let it show. i would be the last to go."
"i believe this is heaven to no one else but me and i'll defend it long as i can be left here to linger in silence if i choose to would you try to understand...i love the way you smile at me i love the way youre hands reach out and hold me near i believe..."
it has been a phenomenal weekend... somehow the end of a weekend lends to emptiness... it's weird... i need to have my apartment magically clean myself... light a bunch of candles... listen to music and read... hmmm... well i was writing an email that kind of ending up turning into poetry of sort, though i am not the most poetic person i know. so i decided that would make the best journal entry for the day.
i really miss you.
it bothers me.
i have this feeling that you are just a distance buddy.
that i may never actually see you again.
it bothers me.
i want to laugh with you and just be around you again.
you add joy bubbles to my life.
and it seems like you're just settling.
it bothers me.
i don't want to be in school anymore.
i am motivated to learn and be educated.
i am not motivated to make the grade.
it bothers me.
i'm self-centered and materialistic.
i'm spoiled.
i have a daddy who will never let anything bad happen to me.
i don't have to struggle just to live.
i am sheltered.
i am too comfortable.
i live in a bubble.
it bothers me.
i don't think i want to be here.
it bothers me.
i want to stand by the ocean.
i want to be in the middle of nowhere.
i want to feel the wing blowing in my face.
i want to catch the kisses God is blowing.
i want to hear laughter of children.
i want to spend an afternoon in a tickle war.
i want to hear a fire crackling.
i want to smell a kitchen brewing with happiness.
i want to feel someone's breath on my hair.
i want to smell their skin next to mine.
i want to hold a person no one else will hold.
i want to love the person that has never been loved.
i want to make a difference.
i want to lose myself.
i want to change the world.
i want to be.
i am not doing all the things i ought to do.
i am not doing all the things i should have done.
i am not doing all the things i've been asked to do.
i am not doing all the things i've asked myself to do.
it bothers me.
"and in that stillness there was a freedom. i never felt before."
"she said how long have i been sleeping. and why do i feel so old. why do i feel so cold. my heart is saying one thing. but my body won't let go. with trembling hands she reaches out...take her hand. she will lead you through the fire. oh and give you back hope. and hope that you wont take to much. respecting what its left. you cradle us. oh she held us in her arms. selfish in her suffering she could not understand. no one seemed to have the time to cherish what was given. oh and i would be the last to know. and i would be the last to let it show. i would be the last to go."
"i believe this is heaven to no one else but me and i'll defend it long as i can be left here to linger in silence if i choose to would you try to understand...i love the way you smile at me i love the way youre hands reach out and hold me near i believe..."
it has been a phenomenal weekend... somehow the end of a weekend lends to emptiness... it's weird... i need to have my apartment magically clean myself... light a bunch of candles... listen to music and read... hmmm... well i was writing an email that kind of ending up turning into poetry of sort, though i am not the most poetic person i know. so i decided that would make the best journal entry for the day.
i really miss you.
it bothers me.
i have this feeling that you are just a distance buddy.
that i may never actually see you again.
it bothers me.
i want to laugh with you and just be around you again.
you add joy bubbles to my life.
and it seems like you're just settling.
it bothers me.
i don't want to be in school anymore.
i am motivated to learn and be educated.
i am not motivated to make the grade.
it bothers me.
i'm self-centered and materialistic.
i'm spoiled.
i have a daddy who will never let anything bad happen to me.
i don't have to struggle just to live.
i am sheltered.
i am too comfortable.
i live in a bubble.
it bothers me.
i don't think i want to be here.
it bothers me.
i want to stand by the ocean.
i want to be in the middle of nowhere.
i want to feel the wing blowing in my face.
i want to catch the kisses God is blowing.
i want to hear laughter of children.
i want to spend an afternoon in a tickle war.
i want to hear a fire crackling.
i want to smell a kitchen brewing with happiness.
i want to feel someone's breath on my hair.
i want to smell their skin next to mine.
i want to hold a person no one else will hold.
i want to love the person that has never been loved.
i want to make a difference.
i want to lose myself.
i want to change the world.
i want to be.
i am not doing all the things i ought to do.
i am not doing all the things i should have done.
i am not doing all the things i've been asked to do.
i am not doing all the things i've asked myself to do.
it bothers me.
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I like poetry that isn't pretentious. It's why I suck at poetry, i'm too pretentious. though, I don't know how you can be pretentious when you don't even know for sure how to spell it. Anyway, that was awfully honest. Honesty is nice. It's like a breath of fresh air.
Berck
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