Well, I'm deep today

Sometimes, I'm scared that I'm not good enough. That I'm too unique, that I look at the world in a different way from everyone else.
Other people worry me. They all seem to be so in control, so full of confidence and to be capable of doing things, of interacting with others, of living a life full of happiness and success. They never seem to have a moment of self-doubt, to never falter mid-sentence, to never take the wrong turning. They have the right clothes,the right make-up, go to the right parties, are seen with the right boys at the right times. They are perfection.
Whereas I, I have friends who I love beyond anything, clothes that are odd, but suit me, no make-up, don't go to parties, but do visit conventions and have picnics, know boys who aren't the right boys, but are the nicest boys... I'm not perfection, but I'm happy.
And I guess that deep down, under that foundation and Topshop, all these perfect girls, the alien ones that I can't understand, are just like me. They worry about things too...and I think that I'm happier than them. I don't have the pressure to be perfect, to conform. They do.
Then I look at the world and I don't worry anymore; everyone else is just muddling along too.

The last thing you think about before you sleep?
That tall, bold, bright girl whose words can make me smile or weep.

Thought I'd do something else for a change...

Y'know how I just ramble about random stuff and don't really make a lot of sense on here?
Well, I'm gonna change this. Yes, I am.
Instead, this will be used for random scraps of writing.

Isn't that fun?

Oh, okay, here goes.

You ask me why.
I tell you this.
Now I recall you as more than
a statue,
more than a sigh,
blown by the wind to fall into my lap.

This other layer,
this reality,
those feet of clay make more
than shadow,
more than a trick of sun
makes nymphet into human,
spirit into woman.

love,
Noah
xxx

Hello my dears.

Last night was...tempestuous to say the least.

I saw a statue a while ago, no, not a statue... a beautiful, still, silhouetted girl. She was there, sitting on the stair, and looked at peace. I never saw her again; and that was all.
I finally got round to writing a poem about this angel...this flawless woman...and I posted it on Facebook. Then, it turned out that one of my Facebook friends was her.
Oh, whoops.
Now she thinks I'm a stalker. I really didn't know. I'm stupid, okay?


But on the plus side, this is her blog with her awesome poems on it.
Go, check it out!
www.thetruthlackslyricism.blogspot.com

xD

Your affectionate,
Noah
xxx

Hey guys!

Dear all,
I'm revising. Yay. For my big proper really important exams.
Which is why I've made a Formspring. And a Twitter.

Hey guys

Dear all,
It's been too long. Sorry.
But ELECTION ELECTION ELECTION ELECTION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

As you can tell, I'm excited.
Very excited.

xDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD