Wallflower

[[Yeah, yeah, I know what you're all thinking: 'How dare you stop posting!!' Well, as strange as it is, I just haven't felt... inspired to write any poems. Whatever I have written in the past MANY months have been... forced in a way. I know I WANT to write, I just don't know of what or how to do it. Make sense? However, I do still write... a lot. It's just all stories or thoughts for stories that are written down and then left alone for me to stumble on years later. Anyway.... here's something I found that isn't on here... I surprisingly like it (no clue why it's not on here)]]


Wallflower

I am a wallflower.
Standing,
Observing,
Only observing.
Watching the world pass by.
Not interacting
Never interacting
Never being talked to.
I am the wallflower
That blends into the wall.
Is of no importance at all.
Watching,
Waiting,
Only waiting.
Hardly looked at,
Barely noticed,
Barely existing.
I am a wallflower.
Finding hidden meanings
That are hardly found.
I dig too deep.
I am a wallflower.
I've already found the meaning
To my entire existance.
To stand,
Observe,
Watch,
And wait.
I am a wallflower.

I think that observing isn't just seeing things-- it's seeing past them.

{6/16/06}


[Wow, that was QUITE a while ago.... >.>]
This was actually inspired by an avatar I found... can't remember where I found it... but it's actually an excerpt from a book called "Wallflower"... can't remember who it's by... but here's the avie!! P.S. It's really long and goes fast...: