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nov 30 and dec 4, 2009
by Morgan D Hafele
the first piece that is all wavy and very confusing to read -
i have no direction... i have no path laid out before me and i have no idea where i should even start to look. i fear i have forgotten how to really think. like i lost something - a piece of myself that i somehow forgot was so important to who i was. and every fucking day i feel a little less extraordinary . ordinary - i guess i've always really kind of been ordinary but i never could really admit it to myself. you might ask, "what is so wrong with ordinary?" well that's just it, isn't it?
2nd piece much less confusing to read, but that doesn't fix my horrible handwriting-
you artsy
fuck!
pretending like you've
gone out and lived
like some
one who
has
nothing
to lose -
pretending
like you
would drop
all of it
for no good
reason just because
you can, but you really
wouldn't because you're
so fucking afraid of the
bottom.you don't
know what it's like
to not have a place you
can sleep with a roof
over your head. you
are a spoiled
little bitch!
any concept of
freedom you like
to portray is
just a breath
away from dis
appearing, and you
still have the
gall to believe
that for some
reason your
special, like you
deserve something they don't.
well maybe you do but i have a
sneaking suspicion that every
one else is quite similar. you
are not alone in your
plight. and everyone else is
pretending just as hard as you
are because when it comes
down to it we're all just
a bunch of self righteous
assholes, just like you.
artsy fuck.
3rd piece -
somewhere along the
way i forgot who i
was and i wonder
whether it's too
late to try to
find me, or
maybe that
me is just
a figment
of my dying
imagination
11/30/2009 Author's Note: here are 3 more older ones from my journal, written on november 30th 09 and december 4th 09. i had been meaning to get this picture up for awhile, but am just now getting to it, again, no title on any of these, just a little more journal fun.
Posted on 06/25/2010
Copyright © 2024 Morgan D Hafele
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Rowan Luis on 06/26/10 at 01:40 AM you nailed it too. this looks like my diary. we are all extra ordinary |
| Posted by Therese Elaine on 06/26/10 at 02:33 AM The third piece makes me want to hold you tight, give you a fresh pastry and make shoebox dioramas with you... |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 06/26/10 at 04:40 PM So many lines worth commenting on, but this is one of my favorite parts: "everyone else is
pretending just as hard as you are" That is brilliant. I pretend real hard that I do not pretend I am special. There is so much wisdom and acceptance in your realization of being pretty ordinary. It has been tough for me to accept that. Who taught me that I needed to be perfect? What a waste of time and energy. Thanks for sharing a piece of your musings with us. |
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