YaY!!! *dances around* I'm ungrounded!!!! No more waiting 'till my parents leave to get on!!! So...umm....what to put here? Nothing, really. How come every time I remember that there's a journal function, I don't feel like journaling? I want it to be Feb. so I can get that new 3DD cd....I know! I put that weird poem I wrote it here. That'll take up a bunch of space!
I come home early
But he's had too much before
Too shocked to stop him
The first punch sends me to the floor
I try to get up
Ignore the pain without
But his foot comes flying
Leaving me no air to shout
I wont make a sound
As the world grows dimmer
It makes him angry
My situation grimmer
So I shake my head
Rise from the floor and now stand
On the next punch thrown
I duck to avoid his hand
Then I turn and run
Out the door and to the park
He screams in anger
But, unlike fists, words don't mark
I bring out my cell
And debate who I should call
I dial the number
And fight back the tears that fall
We didn't talk long
But it still calmed down my soul
As I hung up
I could regain some control
Later I'll go back
And his anger will be spent
I'll go to my room
And in notebooks I'll vent
Then I'll go to school
Live through the day and forget
That, sometimes, at home
My normal life is upset
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Drifting Chaos
This is my realm. The realm of shadows & grays, of poems and songs. It is a realm full of chaos & confusion, as well as a spice of understanding. Also, this is a realm made up of words.....
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