one small wave
the turning of heads
one change in stance
the memoirs of a dark past
a glance at words
the head starts spinning
an inkling of insecurity
the sinking of titanic
the absence of sound
a dejection truly felt
a simple sentence from you
a rejection truly made
the curiosity of a boy
a complication made
a chance that was given
the scorn that was portrayed
the principle of the thing
just turned into the humiliation of the act
the solidarity of the act
turned to solitude of a man
as i sit here and stare
at the pictures of old
the memories that return
aren't really of jolly hope
these memories of joy
that went away
these memories of love
that flitted into the distance
the words of a man
that ring in my ear
it's not life that sucks
but the thing that made it seem so
the concept is grasped
the execution is elusive
but who else can i turn to
in my moments of
solitudepsyche by julian hallems
i'm just your typical forteen year old boy. adolescent, dealing with growing pains just as any other normal human teenager would. except what sets me apart is that i go by the name of
glen and i am the supposed owner of this forsaken web page. i'm odd in the way that i have very frequent moodswings and i argue a lot with everyone - including my best friend. so i guess i'm your typical, not-so-typical guy.
i'm just who i am. metro, a SNAG and the oh-so-annoying bitch. lazy, cranky and irritable in every way. just living out my life as normal as i possibly can. with friends that can hurt me to the core and enemies that surprise me. it's no wonder i keep this blog.
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blogskin by theboydisturbed.
images from daifuku-sensei
