Okay this first one I wrote a long time ago. It's about a friend, but I see no reason to name names. And she's already read it. So don't worry, I'm not a bad friend.
Ps-Sometimes I write really weird, strange kind of poetry. It's what I write though, so don't tell me I'm wrong. Thanks.
Why can't I make concious decisions,
have a mind one hundred percent made up?
I know I don't want you.
So,
these images
blur my sight?
You,
disable my comprehension.
This one is me being pissed off at someone for calling me fake and my friend a poser in the same time period. It was like...August.
And I think of how I
tried so hard.
Now I don't know what I "am"
Labels.
And frankly I don't care.
Wait.
Yes,
I do.
Teenage minds
not
made
up.
Confusion.
Okay that's all for this entry. Next entry shall be my good ones. I'm about to go start another one. I don't like having too much in one though. It detracts people from reading it.
Have a good day!
-kara
PS nice poems
and the last poem
is really very good :)
xo*