Saturday, March 31, 2012
Saw her video the other day and felt like posting it ;]
This is her poem "If i could have a daughter...."
and then it goes off to her telling about her life and ends with another stand-up poem.
I LOVE IT!!!
my 3 things:
I know that i want to fly a kite today
I know its spring break
I know that i wanna listen to that video again!!!
Sometimes it rips through my being.
Sending it’s sparks down my spine.
Those sparks fuel the fire,
And soon it shall send out the sparks again.
Oh the repeating is as constant as a metronome.
They want to give me relief.
Four hours of freedom whilst they put out the flames.
But it has its own consequence, doesn’t everything?
The relief can overtake me too.
But it is fine and dandy,
Because I stay with the scorching
Because behind the scars and burnt flesh.
The pain is the only way I know it’s still there.
That it hasn’t left.
And under the control of something that takes it away…
How will I know it’s all done and over?
I’ll take the pain.
Sunday, March 25, 2012
And don’t even ask for a hug,
They keep to themselves,
And only come out to watch the rain.
They are Rain spiders.
They keep the bedbugs away
And blend into the rain droplets on my window.
But when the light goes on they scatter
And all I wished to do was thank them.
I got the idea, and i know its terrible but hey, i can't write a children's novel
Saturday, March 24, 2012
Thing i found on this cool idea where you use a couple things and create a peom. My writing teacher used this theme as an example: Red bird on a tree with grey birds. This one's on this idea. NOT MY OWN!!! here's the link.
The straining of my vocal chords
Do nothing to break my screaming silence
I want desperately to join the chorus
Of beautiful voices the next tree over
Sung by monochromatic grey-scale songbirds
Yet I'm alone here on my old branchI spread my fiery ruby wings wide
And open my beak to voice my melody
But that tune is trapped and caught in my throat
No one cares to listen to the one who can't sing
They continue their harmonies in voiced calls
The tones all the same, but differing in ways
That one can only hear when quiet and listening
But I am forced to shut up and listen
Since my song was stolen due to my sins
So I sit here in my unvoiced difference
The ruby red outcast from the dusty singing birds
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
~Feed-the-world on deviantART.com
I’ve been gone for half-an-hour and the sun is getting low, best not to be alone in the dark. I found a good place to collect cactus fruit. I collected the biggest of the pairs, to allow the other to grow bigger. Learned it from my Dad… but I can’t dwell on that. I have to go back.
Suddenly I freeze. What was that? A moment passed and a low groan ripples through the scrubland. A coyote? No, they are higher pitched. “heeelllpp…..” Human, could it be? No one comes here. Could be dangerous, humans are dangerous. “Girll…. Hellp me….” Well, what the heck. If it’s an ambush, too late.
I climb over and find a boy, about my age, clad in a ragged top and ripped jeans. One shoe is missing, and…. Oh shoot… His Jacket is covering the blood from a wound on his shoulder. “Oh shoot.” Now it’s out loud.
“My shoulder….” His shaggy brown hair flips over to look at his sleeve.
“I see… Um, can you walk?” I shuffle. I can’t leave him, and it’s not far to home.
“Will you help me?” Hmm… not trusting. Good sign if he’d gonna be here a while.
“Yes. Come.” I help him up. He can walk, and we made it home before darkness engulfed the trail I made. I yell as we reach the bottom. Chris carried the boy up the hill and Jared carried me, asking me questions and being the protective other brother he is. “I’m fine Jared, I just found him by the cactus patch near the dead river. No I just helped him over here. How can he flippin’ hurt me when he can barely walk?! JARED!” I might not have said flippin’….
We made it up and Jared had to check me all over, then let me give Tori the herbs. I walked in the back room, the sick room, and then was sent out to fetch him a glass of water from storage… Then herbs… Then boil the water… Send Josiv and Kat to bed… I was drooping over when I finally was allowed to stay in and watch; finally no more jobs. He was sleeping. He never told about himself, and we gave him little information, mutual agreement. Tori made a salve to plaster his arm with, and everything we could do was done. Now I have to go to bed. Nothing till morning.
Kat, Josiv and I walked to the spring and I rush them home. He’s still not awake. Chris says he gave his name: Jeer. Funny name. Jared tells me to stay away, he thinks there something funky with him. I think something’s funky with Jared. But I stick to my bis’ until he leaves and then sneak a peek. It’s so weird to me having an outsider. I forgot mostly everything before we lived here, my brother said I got hurt real bad when we escaped. But I do remember somethings: dad, mom, a little baby… but that’s it.
But there’s something really different. His hair was patched with black soot, and his injured arm had fresh scars lining it. The way he was sleeping showed a segment of his back, also littered with scars. I reached to pull up his blanket and he jerked, sitting up quickly, braced with his arms until he faltered, his injury catching up with him.
“Sorry. Just fixing your blanket, didn’t mean to wake you.” I cowered away from him.
“Oh… Thanks…” He looked through the walls, into some distant land I know none of.
“So, your Jeer right?”
He looked up confused, then, seeming to remembered replied, “ Yeah, that’s right. I’m Jeer.”
~falcon-ryder on deviantART.com
We got home there was Christanav's hat laying on the rock with his pair of broken sunglasses on top. We smelled the scent of Tori's cooking as we reached home.
but they're there, and we all have our little nooks we hide in when we've had too much of each other. but back to what was going on.
Sunday, March 18, 2012
The next day is the same, but this time i must turn from the shady shimmer of light to keep from leaving my warm bed. I have to go on, there's no giving up now.
Soon the light doesn't shine like winter, but summer, like it does on everyone. I passed the test. I may go on with my new strength and find my way through life, but i will always remember the choice i made in the hard times, thinking whether i should have followed the light to end all my miseries, but i know God is watching and he will guide me through them to find the times that make me say i'm glad i turned from the easy answer because those are the times that make it all worth while.
Thursday, March 15, 2012
the cries and screams of those in need
of blood poured and stains clean
the soulless face
the rude hand
the last words of a stand
to whomever it may concern
to whomever will hear it
it tis in books written that he was a fool
that he was nasty, wicked, and cruel
but i believe he lost his place
forgot his head and watched the race
for none could be like that for anything but desire
whether obtainable or not
i pray it can be gotten
The cheers arouse at the fall of the blade
the drips and stains wash through the crowd
blessings come from this blood we spilled
but will it really?
he stood his ground
he still remained proud
that was his downfall
for if the blood-thirsty mongrels heard him cry in pain
if they heard his fear
if they had proof he was indeed human
this might've ended with no pool to clean
this might've never ended this way
this might've been humane
but its over
and nothing can be changed
everyone likes a little taste of the french revolution right? ;] poor napoleon.......
Saturday, March 10, 2012
a story made with pictures
By Tommi Boshart
I remember where I first saw her. We were at a party thrown by a friend. It was outdoors, in the backyard of the clubhouse down the street. Everything was natural: cobblestone paths and candles in glass wrapped in lilac stems. But the one thing I remember is the upcycled light bulbs, schönes bloonbirne, turned into hanging flower holders. Something about the trees laden with these vases was sketched into my mind so deep. Well, besides first seeing her.
She came, into this rustic scene, wearing a lace dress with long sleeves and a puffed skirt, but the thing that made her stick out was the color. Cherry red. She made a scene among the waves of tan, denim, and brown pigments of everyone else, and that’s when I knew I’d get along with her. That’s when I met my best friend. The show at the party wasn’t the only thing. We went to Paris once and she stormed through the city with high heels and a tan party dress high in the front, low in the back. The corset top and ruffles on the skirt were different, even in the city of style. She was the light, although foreign, that outshined all those around her.
She entered from the light blue house atop the hill, walked down the aisle in a tan dress with lace on the top and crawling out from the waistband. Did I mention she liked lace? She was stunning, as always, but the glamour didn’t last. Their marriage was a success, but soon after the big day, she lost a baby. Her husband bought her a simple charm, sterling silver heart with a baby tucked inside and one, dazzling, white diamond. She wore the necklace out; she was always buying a new chain to carry the pendant. She was hard to talk to after that. Sometimes she’d even cry. Her husband and I tried to help her out, and soon she was pregnant again. The blues fluttered away like butterflies to a warm place. It was a girl, who was sent to ballet school. Soon she was the lead in all her performances. What a charmed life. Oh how I envy. But all through this time it wasn’t just her life improving, but mine. I held on to those frivolous fairy tales and sashayed my way through life on high heels and shining dresses. I met my husband at one of her parties too; a real gentleman. We were married in the mountains, with a rustic wedding. And there were light bulbs hanging from the trees.
This is a story made with pictures taken from random Pinterest posts. Pictures ARE NOT MINE!!! I don't have the sources of the pictures (SORRY!!! I DON'T WANT TO COPYRIGHT!!!). I'll be better next time. ;( I hope you enjoyed the story.
Friday, March 9, 2012
"Now… everyone remain calm, except today. This is the only official day to panic."
I swear i found and tried on a dress just like this (except form-fitting) at forever21 for, maybe $30 (i said if my friends bought it i would wear it to school, and i don't wear dresses often)
Sunday, March 4, 2012
Today I was driving and I stopped at a stop sign. I waited for it to turn
This reminded me of a video i saw a couple years ago about a snail and an intersection....
you should watch it.
Another one said
I bored today so I went on urban dictionary and typed in Justin Beiber and
got the usual stuff and then i saw a mysterios link... Justin Beiber Syndrome- A
disease in which the holder is affected by all of the symptoms that Justin
Beiber has (high pitched voice, being bad at singing, etc.). The only known way
to get rid of Justin Beiber Syndrome is to find Zaphlex in its physical form.
The only way to obtain Zaphlex is to climb to Yosemite mountain and meet bear to
witness the mythical and rare double rainbow. MLIA
Wouldn't it be fun to print out a bunch of pieces of paper saying that and go to target and stick them on random Justin Beiber Products?
I thought it would be safe saying that since no one reads this anyway ;]
I guess now that the internet is avaliable to just about everyone those little girls are posting their insecurities online so they can meet the approval of strangers. I remember being that insecure, but my parents didn't allow me to put my picture online, let alone a video.
I hope that their parents and real people in their lives help them with their problems, but hopefully no one else will post those videos online.
We should all visit the song by Selena Gomez called "Who Says" about believing in yourself and not listening to the opinions of others.
Saturday, March 3, 2012
Want to Stand out?
Got a crush on the cashier at KFC? opps... Jamba? (everyone's healthy now) Here's some clothes that might help you get noticed... good.... or not... if you have the spare change ;]
My Teacher used this in a slide 'cuz they like putting random pics in the lecture to keep us entertained (helps SOO much).
Can you imagine seeing this in a bathroom? SO COOL!!! you walk into, like a bathroom in a gas station and the have a giant nose and you're thinking to yourself, what am i suppose to do?
You can get them for like, $10 at Amazon and $9 at SunTekStore