The Anti-Barbie

Being Bored in America
2002-05-28 03:57:43 (UTC)

Act One, Scene One

Hmmmm....
What a wierd idea. A friggin' online diary. I guess it's
not so bad. I have my own little space in the world to
write what I see and feel and all that other amazing
cathartic and therapeutic bullshit. How marvelous.... it'll
be just like screaming down an empty corridor. No one to
hear me but the walls that hold me in. So...
SO.... what shall I start with today? What kind of day did
Brennan have? On a scale of one to ten, I'd give it a six,
mostly because I got to bitch out my lame ass ex-
boyfriend. So on one hand, I had the satisfaction of
telling him he was a "gigolo party boy wanna be", a "frat
boy that never made it to college", and "pathetic"
for "banging his eleventeen year old groupies".... that was
all very, very nice. On the other hand, I had some rather
unsavory memories dredged up, and that's never fun. Oh
well, you can't win them all, huh?
So I guess I'll end with a stupid little poem. I call all
poems stupid because poetry is one of those things that is
so damn vague that it could be a really crap poem about,
like, peanut butter, but if the words "flowed" right, it's
sheer brilliance. So I hold very few poems in high regard;
for the most part I think poetry is for people who are too
dumb to make their phrases into complete sentences. The
only good poets in this world are suicidal, I think. And
I'm not suicidal at the moment, so I'm going to spout a
poem, and it's going to be crap according to my own little
definition, but I'm sure someone out there will call
it "visionary". Let's have a go at it, shall we?

It's not easy.
It's not easy to be too fragile,
too female,
broken bones,
broken back,
and broken hearted,
And it's not easy,
to fall behind,
but not dead last,
drowning in the crowd,
a victim of mediocrity.
And it's not easy,
to just keep breathing,
in a world of monsters,
and dreams that fall dead.
It's not easy,
but I'm still here.

(Ooooooh.... BRAVO!!.... Good stuff. It took me about two
minutes to write, so kiss my ass.)
Smooches,
Brennan




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