One day in a world where feelings have no meaning,

a wanderer crosses through a barren plain

with an aimless destination for resolution.

While he journeys boorishly on hard soil,

his shells just fades away slowly, leaving behind that greyness,

once again an outcast inside a shelter of selfish sorrow.

Once again the eyes outside know nothing and assume everything.

The wanderer was not in a dither.

Every action every thought every word spoken just

withered like frozen petals drifting on rusty wind.

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Heres something old as well, one of my lousier poems i think. the days in sch are dreadful, boring and boring and really boring. i cant seem to be able to look foward anymore.. havent been able to use the com too often, bcos mine is down and my sisters com is , msn downed. it dawned on me that the fact is everything i do seems to shatter and break into pieces, i have nothing. its not like i have anything or anyone special that could be taken away now , so ive nothing to lose. its not like im good at anything as well so probably blame is the only thing there is to me. oh wow look at me im sad what a facade.

im confused, can someone find that purpose for me to go on with a smile.

bcos it seems that purpose i thought was there was stomped on once.

thrown away twice.