Tuesday, July 03, 2007

Mental barf (or freewrite)

It's an unfamiliar feeling, hitting, going into me,
I'm reeling,
knocked off balance by what I didn't expect to be
and I knew I would and knew I wouldn't.
Well, I think looking back that I probably shouldn't
have tried to pull off all the things that I did;
Not that it wasn't worth while, but what happened to that kid
who used to give a damn about simple rank and authority
and followed the rules just to respect seniority;
My friend said I'm a rebel, always fighting the establishment,
I told him he was wrong, I couldn't ask a girl out for refreshments
so he offered to take the hit, and I let him
and when he backed out too, I laughed at him and bet him
that we'd never find our way to make a way out on our own
when we wouldn't break the rules even so far away from home.
But the truth I couldn't tell him, because I couldn't
part of me thinks, I wouldn't
put it into words that he could understand
that he wouldn't misinterpret, wouldn't sink into the sand
I stood on as they kept on walking, and slowly passed us by
but I knew the rules didn't matter to me, I held back just cuz I
couldn't take the pressure, was a coward from the start
but these things I do get over, and when the fear leaves my heart
there's nothing there to replace it, I can't turn around and face it
making real for a second what I know I would've done
talking doesn't bother me but honest to God I'm seventeen
locked up in my house all day with this city chaining me
I know in other places there are outlets for these things
other people test the edges so they won't go out and fling
but I'm here, still unclear,
because what bothers me far more
is not that I'd do wrong given the choice
I trust myself and what I stand for
but when they lock me in, steal my voice
I don't hold myself back, but instead declare war
what I didn't want before I come to ruthlessly pursue
as it takes on more importance than it could naturally acrue
but then the facts are waiting for me
like a sledgehammer to the face
and I know the opportunity I'll miss if I should wait
so what's left in this, a character flaw?
I don't think, as such, I buy it
but when pressured to prove myself to myself, I wonder...
should I try it?
seriously if you're PT don't even bother to try answering that in a comment. please.

21 comments:

Rafiki said...

so....depressing.

Rafiki said...

if you make an album, it will be full of those linkin park songs that I don't like because they're too dark.

.30cal said...

how is this one depressing? the other one was depressing. this one has nothing to do with that, and hopefully nothing to do w/ u, either.

.30cal said...

(rereading) ok maybe a little more depressing than i'd intended. it rather give the impression that the identity i'm representing disappoints me, which it doesnt. it just puts me at sort of a loss for words.

outofAMMO said...

I know what will cheer you guys up!

outofAMMO said...

:)

.30cal said...

:)

outofAMMO said...

:)
:6
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aw he had a heart attack and died.

.30cal said...

thats x(, punk

outofAMMO said...

yeah, yeah, desperate terrors.

Shira Salamone said...

Wow! How did I miss this one? Nice writing.

Shira Salamone said...

Unfortunately, 'tis very clear
you'll have to last another year
But keep up the grades & stay Torah-true
And you'll be outta there & into YU

(Okay, pep talk over. :) )

.30cal said...

we should start a band :)

Shira Salamone said...

:)

My luck (in your community), the only "instrument" I "play" is kol isha. :)

outofAMMO said...

I can play the drums!

Shira Salamone said...

Okay, let's see whether my so-called memory is still operational: Fudge plays the guitar, .30cal plays the piano, Rafiki plays the flute, and OutOfAmmo plays the drums? You can just call yourselves The House Band. :)

.30cal said...

actually, i don't really play much of anything. itty bit of guitar, itty bit of piano, some drums, kazoo say...

Rafiki said...

i don't play the flute.
and this has way too many comments

iguana said...

The day this house gets a band is the day the world explodes.

Tzafra said...

mental barf...I like that.

i spent my summer shooting things. go read my blog!

Foust said...

im giving this to my english teacher. he'll love it