Bored, A Drabble of things

There is something so fascinating with the concept of boredom. What is it in it's true form? A reason to complain? A great conversation piece? A cry for help? Well, I'd hope its nothing as dramatic as the last one. Anyway, the whole deal of boredom is stupid. Surely a person cannot believe that there is nothing in the world that couldn't occupy their time. For me, I could easily be doing 4 things at any time in my home: Cleaning, watching TV, playing the Wii, or the internet. Naturally, because I'm addicted to it, I gravitate to the internet, but not even the internet cannot entertain you forever. (Believe me, I've tried.)
So what really is boredom? Its not the lack of things to do, its the lack of drive to do them. You could get off your butt, but you'd rather not move at all, being bored out of your mind...
...Wow, the way I put it makes me look like a big ol lazy person. I guess I am then. Maybe I should work on that someday...(Pssh, yeah right!)

Soooo, since we are on the topic of boredom, I just wrote these poems on the fly, out of sheer boredom. Enjoy!

"I have the need to write

But it doesn't feel so right

Blasting punk rock in my room

Fighting through the gloom

It seems that I'm forever doomed

To Boredom"

"Recapturing my childhood

Is easier than it seems

Watching Disney garbage

And "following my dreams"

It all seems like garbage

To believe in such lies

Am I growing too wary?

Or just breaking my ties...

...To moments I once treasured

To stories I once held dear

Back then I couldn't have measured

The future cynic that now writes here"

*Yawn*

"Blah" is

My life

My soul

Summed up in

One

Word. I find the

Mundane

Comforting. While I still

Need to stay

Alive

The music

The books

The friends

The moments

Bring me true

Happiness

But alone, I settle

For pure

Mediocrity in my mind

Where is my

Extraordinary moment?

Gone

With your failed

Ambitions. You

Fantasize

The impossible. Yet you strive for

The average

Boring

Isn't it?