The Broken Pine Needle

The Breaking Pine Needle

The pine needle, sharp and straight in its stance

With no need to take action in advance

So fragile and yet it looks as strong as lance

If you manage to find one then please be warey of capture

Its fine, pick it up, feel the lightweight stature

Just be careful not to fracture

Because the strength only comes from its appearance and feel

It will never shed a tear nor heal

But please dont fear nor yield

It wants to be held, and yet handled with care

It wants its name to be yelled, but only if you are fair

And promise yourself that there wont be anymore tears

One dent, two bent, three to vent, four only because it is sent

To help you realize what it has lent

A broken pine needle, laying helpless on the ground

Hoping that tomorrow it will not be found

Well thats the end of the poem. It has a meaning to it. Most of my poems are due to self-experience. If you can find the imagery and understand what I am writing about then its all good over here, but Id rather not explain it to you, my reader, and its not because I dont trust the reader, its because its something that I want to keep in the back of my mind. Remember, and hopefully, one day in the future, implement the life lessons I have learned from what has happened.

Anyways, I understand that its been awhile since I've actually blogged. Perhaps I require life changing events in order for me to be compelled to write, but who knows right?

Well for the past couple of weeks, I've been full of tons of life and energy. I went to Italy, and had my first real experiences outside of this continent. Theres a lot to be said about Italy, its culture, its governmental system, its people, its history, all of it so admirable and intriguing in there own ways. Its funny because you do really realize how crappy America really is compared to other countries in this world. I realized it before and after my trip. You really do begin to feel the isolation of America, and how seperated it really is from the rest of the world. I'm not saying its bad to be different, I'm just saying that the stuff we do here, is old stuff compared to Italys history.

Here let me put it to you all in a different way, an analogy perhaps:

America is the pissy teenager, trying to learn self-control, and yet very ambitious about its own growth, but we're maturing so fast, that all our problems get piled up, and we never really deal with them accordingly since we're too into accomplishing more and more tasks. To either prove others that we're better than them, or just to prove ourselves that we are the best. We try to get things done on our own which is very courageous, yes, but we let that get the best of us, and soon we find ourselves becoming these self-righteous unwise beings that only act upon first thought.

Italy is the retired old man, living on a cottage on the English, or even better, the Italian countryside. He doesnt do much work, but when he does its only for his self-sustainment otherwise he just doesnt see it to be necessary. Hes had many experiences in his life, so he has come to an understanding on many ethical issues. Pretty much, all he does all day, is sit on a rocking chair, smoking a cigarette, and watching the world as it passes by.

So pretty much, the age difference is what seperates both countries psychologies. I expect America to gain this Italian mindset as time goes on. Whats going to be really interesting is to see if and how Italy progresses. So far it seems to me as if its going in the right direction.

Anyways, this trip was only a minor factor of my summer. Biggest thing was definitly me graduating high school and being done with all that bullshit. I mean I guess I cant really call it all bullshit. I do owe a lot to the teachers there, the ones like Mr Savage, and Dr. Apple. They were definite exceptions within the faculty. Its just funny being on my own. Finally. I feel like I have a lot more power in the decisions that I make, and that I can finally fuel my ambitions with this freedom. Everything is seemingly well, I sure hope it stays that way.

Theres a whole other story to how my summer is going, and it involves a girl. I really dont want to go into too much detail about it, because a lot of my blogs are about girls that I meet, girls that I care for, and girls that break my heart. This story begins differently and yet ends the same. With my heart in shatters, but this time, its not her fault, it was mine, and I recognize that, and so far its been a really hard process for me. Especially finding someone to share my sorrows with, because I always thought of her as someone I could do that with, but, it just doesnt seem right anymore if I did that.

Lastly, Im looking forward to college next year. University of New Mexico. Its going to be great. I've already met two people there. Ones name is Ryne and the other Gabin.

Ryne was supposed to be my roomate, but UNM screwed up his housing, and so he is now rooming with someone from his old school. He seems very mature, and very confident with what he does or wants to do. Hes a kicker, and is going to join the football team next year. I'm keeping to his promise the last time we spoke, that we will attend as many "Beginning school" parties as possible. Sounds fun to me.

Gabin is my REAL roommate. Hes quite the chill guy, theres not much I can really say about him because we've only met once on the phone. It was definitely a conversation I will remember forever:

"So tell me what do you do for fun?"
"Chill, listen to music, smoke."

"No...way.. You smoke?"

"Yea?"
"Oh thank god you do, I was afraid that I was going to get someone who didnt."
"I know man, shit haha."

It was very interesting and now I feel kind of ashamed because I left a dumb message on his phone last night because I was very "up there" if you can catch my drift. I mean it had a definite meaning to it, but overall the way I phrased the message was retarded I think I may call him today and apologize about that. I was having just too good of a time last night.

Well I guess this will be the end of this blog. I feel a need to call this guy anyways. Fix things up. Wish me luck tonight by the way. "She" is calling me, and I dont think Im ready.

Have a Good One.