ok so get this: i was nice to my stepdad for like, two days. well nearly three. i had dinner with the family and he only had to ask me once to wash up and i did it STRAIGHT AWAY even when we had pasta and their was heaps of dishes.
so then tonight i told him that one fo my faveorite bands was touring in a couple of months, and he said who and i said funeral for a friend. and i said itd be really really cool if i could go, it could be an early birthday presnt it would mean a lot to me? and he laughed and said i just had my birthday and i said i know and he said who was it again? i told him and he said it sounds like morbid wrist cutting band. and that we couldnt afford it at the moment coz he's not working right now coz hes got a sore back.
so he said no. and alyson and harley both said they were gonna go and now i cant and its just so unfair. so i told my little brother to crawl around under the house and explore and my stepdad couldn't find him and was all panicked and it was funny. but then my brother came out and he had some spiders on him and it was pretty gross so i told him to go take a bath.
anyway, here's a poem i was working on when i was in my room waiting for my stepdad to realise my little brother wasnt around:
The Cage of Youth
trapped in a ticking cage
the clock weakens the bars but not fast enough
not fast enough
the locked door only offers a window to the world outside
a world of freedom and happiness
the music calls me
voices laughing like breaking crystal,
like the breaking of my frozen tears
I await the day i have my key
the sliver of plastic, the key to freedom
with my picture on it my name and year of my birth
how i long for december 25 2008
trapped in a cage the outsiders peer in
and mock, 'these are the best days of your life'
but how? when I can't go out
can't listen to my music live
can't drink without derision
if these are the best years of my life
then i wish a rapid death by a quick hand upon me
and i shall brethe no more.
The cage is like me being 15, and the sliver of plastic is id, not an actual key.
also look at the FFAF website: http://www.funeralforafriendmusic.com/ its really fucken cool and has music too.
so then tonight i told him that one fo my faveorite bands was touring in a couple of months, and he said who and i said funeral for a friend. and i said itd be really really cool if i could go, it could be an early birthday presnt it would mean a lot to me? and he laughed and said i just had my birthday and i said i know and he said who was it again? i told him and he said it sounds like morbid wrist cutting band. and that we couldnt afford it at the moment coz he's not working right now coz hes got a sore back.
so he said no. and alyson and harley both said they were gonna go and now i cant and its just so unfair. so i told my little brother to crawl around under the house and explore and my stepdad couldn't find him and was all panicked and it was funny. but then my brother came out and he had some spiders on him and it was pretty gross so i told him to go take a bath.
anyway, here's a poem i was working on when i was in my room waiting for my stepdad to realise my little brother wasnt around:
The Cage of Youth
trapped in a ticking cage
the clock weakens the bars but not fast enough
not fast enough
the locked door only offers a window to the world outside
a world of freedom and happiness
the music calls me
voices laughing like breaking crystal,
like the breaking of my frozen tears
I await the day i have my key
the sliver of plastic, the key to freedom
with my picture on it my name and year of my birth
how i long for december 25 2008
trapped in a cage the outsiders peer in
and mock, 'these are the best days of your life'
but how? when I can't go out
can't listen to my music live
can't drink without derision
if these are the best years of my life
then i wish a rapid death by a quick hand upon me
and i shall brethe no more.
The cage is like me being 15, and the sliver of plastic is id, not an actual key.
also look at the FFAF website: http://www.funeralforafriendmusic.com/ its really fucken cool and has music too.
posted by Courtney at 9:35 PM
6 Comments:
Hey Courtney, I know how you feel. I was hanging out to turn 18 aswell and now that I am it sucks because I live in Geelong and there is like 3 nightclubs and they are all full of pink-polo-shirted guys. Plus I don't have a car so I can't drive to go out in Melbourne and see any cool bands.
At least you live in Melbourne and there is stuff to do there.
dude that would suck! i guess i am lucky because once i turn 18 i can do cool stuff. you should go to uni here so you can live on campus!
haha hard life, having to do dishes. Maybe youll grow out of being a little emo twat at some point and stop thinking the world is out to get you.
Your just a little cock who cant sort his own life out so bitches about it to try and make someone, anyone actually care.
Ur materialistic and shallow and basically unpopular, maybe you should sort that out because then you might get some good mates and you will actually enjoy life. If not then fuck off and stop bitching on here.
anon - not all the world is out to get me? you try walking down the street and geting abused by every fucking ashole that walks passed. and you seem to be out to get me, so what the fuck do you know?
and i have two great friends, harley and alyson, and we try to have fun but we are challenged every step of the way be assholes like you, and also by authoraty figures. so get fucked.
and, you dickhead, dont tell me to fuck off ON MY OWN BLOG. if you don't like it, YOU can fuck off. this is MY corner of the intrenet and i'll say what i fucken like.
oh waaah waah waah. how do you have heaps of dishes for pasta ? fuck me. spastics.
fuck you. it was pasta BAKE, so the pot to boil, the colander, the thing to cook it in, the saucepan to make the sauce, all the utensils and plates and shit... the cheesegrater... should i go on?
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