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belonging Its been twenty some-odd days. I still haven't figured out the world. I'm starting to suspect I never will. I keep writing these poems and reading them at slams. People seem to like them. Everyone tells me how good they are. I have this inkling that maybe they are alright. Mostly all I do now is write and think about language, if you wanted to know. I'm in a funny place these days. I realized that I don't belong anywhere anymore. It's a weird feeling. ----- - - 6:32 p.m. , January 29, 2005 personal empowerment - 9:48 p.m. , January 12, 2005 jaksdf - 7:22 p.m. , December 19, 2004 the break up - 11:08 p.m. , December 16, 2004 fists of rage - 6:28 p.m. , December 13, 2004 |