laceblade

Hmm, where to start. Well, firstly, I wanted to say something to all you LJ whores who happen to be on my friends list. I just wanted to let you all know that even though I don't comment very often, I do read all of your entries very carefully. So...just so you're aware of that.

Anyway, I wrote a short poem after coming home from school today. Just for fun. I mean that seriously - it's not good. But lately I've just felt so useless and school's been so monotonous....I think it's part of being a senior. So I'm just going to keep writing.....getting everything out. And maybe somewhere amongst the crap I produce, there will be something worth reading.

Home
I leave the fluorescent lit hallways
and step carefully through the slush
until at last, I'm safe in my car.
Safe from structure, from scrutiny.
I sing the whole way home
and sometimes, in my room, I dance.
When I'm home, I no longer have
a funny quip for everything
or a bright, lopsided grin.
Here, it's okay to be stoic.
Here I walk through darkness and sit down
and let my soul roam keys through
dynamics and speeds and rubato.
Most importantly, I can lie down
and pick up a pen and let the ink flow.
I can let my thoughts and ideas and feelings
bleed onto paper.
Here, I'm never afraid to be myself.
And I wish I could take that everywhere.