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Topher
Ha, alone again with this stupid ball, this old dirty mix of light and dark blues of a ball. I wonder what we will come up with this time. What new game will I create to pass time and life by. I wonder how stupid I look in the yard by myself talking, laughing, ha no one understands me. I have a brother and a sister, how am I alone, again. Well sort of alone. I still have my nameless friends, but it’s hard to talk to air without people wondering if I’m all right. Maybe I’ll go in the woods on one of my medieval adventures. I’ll charge in with a stick in one hand and a top of a trashcan in the other. I would slay invisible dragons and hit people hat aren’t there. I lose my sense of reality. Just hitting tree after tree till finally life hits me in the face and I remember how stupid and alone I am. Yeah my “friends” are around me, but they lack the ability to hold and comfort me. I will eventually wonder my way out of the forest of demons and vile creatures and back into this dull vast land known as an empty backyard. I soon find myself back to the ball that started this damn day. I’ll throw it up, meaning to catch, but will let it fall to the ground and bounce once or twice. I’ll kick it; throw it at a tree, over the house. I’ll always find it sitting there. I guess you can say this stupid ball is my only friend that is “real.” I mean its always there for me and it makes me sort of happy. Well I guess I’ll wonder these thoughts later. I got to go in for dinner. See you tomorrow my friends that aren’t there. Damn no one understands me. Maybe I’ll write life down. That might provide some map to my life.
In his room
Ha, look at this twelve-year-old boy
With his short brown hair
And his lost blue eyes.
Look at him alone
In a corner, no one there.
Why is he talking?
What is he talking to?
Its just air, a blank dull wall.
The room is empty
No ones even close
He laughs, but no joke was told
He smiles, he’s happy
Wait what’s this?
A tall shadow of a figure
It points, it mocks
It yells that the boy is crazy
The boys’ eyes are no longer lost
But found in sorrow.
No more laughter
No more happiness
The boy is more alone
Than before.
Why
They laugh, they mock
Why are they pointing?
What did I do?
I didn’t do anything to you.
Why do I deserve this?
I didn’t hurt you.
I didn’t mock you.
I didn’t make fun of you.
So why are you doing this?
Is it my size?
What about him?
Why only me?
Why do you hate?
Why not love?
Can’t we be friends?
Please stop
I didn’t do anything to you.
Hatred
I hate this school
I hate its people
I hate myself.
Every night that goes by
I question, should I be alive?
No one likes me
No one cares for me.
I have so many scars
That runs up and down these arms
Scars that go deep
So deep I can’t even see them
I cut
I choke
I try to hang
But I can’t go through
I even fail at this
Why do I live?
What’s the point?
14
he’s 14, my slave at last.
Take out the trash
Mow the lawn
Clear the table
No please, no thanks
Just do it
Why?
Because I’m bigger and better.
Don’t question me
I’m always right.
Not just with you
But with the world.
Don’t like it, get out
Leave, no one cares
There’s the door
There’s the road
That’s what I thought
Now go find a job!
Get a job
Damn your 14, go get a job
“I can’t no one hires till 16.”
Christ, what bull s**t!
Damn your 15, go get a job.
“Once again no one hires till 16”
I don’t care, mow some lawns
Don’t be a kid, grow up
Damn your 16, go get a job
“I will in the summer”
No, now
“What about school?”
You can work after
“What about rides?”
You can walk or get one.
“What about bowling?”
I don’t care get a job.
No control
You can’t control me
I fear you no longer
I will wear what I want
Keep my hair long
I will talk back
Defend my ideas
I will pursue my dreams
Not yours
I will be my own person
I’m out of control
Try all you want
I won’t stop
I will be different
I will look weird
I will act weird
Why you ask?
Because that’s me
That’s who I AM.
New friends, new life
I’m done with you
You make me fell like s**t
You guys don’t understand me
I’m sorry, I found new friends
They understand me
They understand my problems
They know how to help
They comfort me
And I’m myself around them
They show me love
And that hey care
You may hate them
Think they are weird
But I don’t care
Kiss my a**
I’m just saying
Good-bye
Who am I
Am I an emo
I used to be an athlete
Am I an average joe
Or am I unique
Are my problems
Even that bad
Or are they worse
Than I thought
Am I an angry person?
Or am I happy
Who am I?
Do I even mater?
Do I even make a difference?
Am I a rebel?
Or do I just
Go with the flow
Do I have a soul?
Or am I just particles
Assembled together
Who am I?
At least for now
I know I’m me
- Title: Topher
- Artist: Topher37
- Description: this is short story that starts off as the first page being in paragraph form ,but the rest is all poetry. this is my first attempt at writing in this style so please give me comments and suggestions.
- Date: 07/15/2008
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