Everytime I think I could just write what I am thinking down, I feel my mind release and relax, the very thought of it sooths my mind so completely it's hard to describe. Writing is my crack. No matter how long I stop writing, I will always go back for more or think about it constantly. I wish I had something to record all of my thoughts.

Isn't that what paper is for? And the pen too?

 

Many times I have tried to create a symbolic meaning to paper and pen, but every time I fail. I have so many little notes, even pages, of things that they symbolize to me, but it doesn't quite hit what I am trying to say. I concider paper, real or virtual, to be my best friend. How is paper to judge me? It doesn't talk, it listens, and when I review what I have told it, I get advice. Pens are a way of communicating with paper, every friend is different, therefore a different method of talking is needed with each. With Paper it is pen; pen is my voice, the tool I use to confess things that would otherwise just be left to torture my mind. The only way Paper can be unloyal is through my fault or the fault of someone snooping. Paper doesn't talk unless you read pen's markings; my voice of a different kind. Perhaps, Pen is a good friend too. Most people underestimate the power of a Paper and a Pen. Everyone should have a friend like Paper and Pen. Two loyal friends. Neither will speak without the other. What good is Paper without the markings of Pen? What good is Pen without Paper to share thoughts? Tools of unbelievable expression. Can't you paint on Paper? Can't you write music on Paper? Can't you draw on Paper? Yes. Often times, people overlook these two seemingly common and simple tools. Imagine life without it. Without the ability to capture what you were thinking because someone didn't want Paper anymore or Pen. How bleak. How expressionless. Books. Magazines. History. Written on Paper with Writing Stick.

 

Bye-Bye,
Ttfn

 

 

I am kind of bored and my dog is a fuckhead. I am at work, just so you people that don't read know. I am somewhat sick of just writing and no one ever reading it. I was about to go on a rant, but I don't feel that I should. I am just sick of this. Always typing, always writing, but who reads? No one. An invisible audience, if there are people who do. I am just really tired of this.

Bye-Bye,

Ttfn

Tonight;

I face it alone,

As I did the last night,

the night before;

So on.

 

Sitting,

Watching a show,

Ignoring my chores again;

As did the night before.

And ect.

 

Talking,

Well simply,

There is none;

Just me attempting.

Some Poetry.

 

So though I face it

Alone.

I will write,

Though it might not be the ones

To make a hearts flight.

 

By:Caitlin Schemmer

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I need to be free with my pen or my keyboard or my pencile. My mind is clogged and I am feeling trapped. I feel like something is looming over me, but I don't know what it is. I tried writing something meaningful today; it was a waste of time. Whenever tried it never comes out right, but when I just simple go at it, it always means more than just the single words. I wish I was more symbolic with my writings... or rather more successful when I do try to be symbolic.

 

I need to write some poetry or something a little bit less dull than just a blog or a paragraph. Ah man, I feel so out of place. Anyways... I have to go.

 

Bye-Bye,

Ttfn

 

P.S. Ah short series of blogs... how I have missed you so.

Why is it that when I have a problem, I turn to the oddest people for advice, or at least want to. Anyways... Leif and I had a talk last night and he suggested that I make some of it into a poem, so I am going to, not now though.

 

Anywho, I should go.

 

Bye-Bye,

Ttfn