Cover of Margaret Atwood's Cat's Eye
one of the best books I've read
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Braces
I should have blogged about this earlier but IM GETTING MY BRACES OFF TOMORROW!!!! Yes, finally after 3 years and 18 days these awful things are coming OFF! No more wires accept for the one behind my bottom teeth as a retainer and no more pokers or elastics! THANK GOD! They told me two years but my teeth were fucked up. What is stupid though is that before i had braces i didnt have cavities or nothing and i didnt brush my teeth very much and once i got them and started brushing alot i got 2 im like wtf? hat i can't wait for is to beable to floss my teeth like a normal human being, im serious, u have to basically put floss on this plastic needle and put it under the wires and floss that way and it takes forever and its awkward! But YAY!!!! ^_^ i cant frickin wait!
Monday, December 8, 2008
I go up and down the stairs a million times a day,
and every day, every time I look at your door.
I know your not there, yet I cannot look away.
I miss you more and more, and every time I look at that door,
it makes me want to cry.
You are gone now, home to stay.
Maybe a visit but who knows.
You invade my dreams still, even though you are gone.
I loved you but realized too late,
crying every night for my mistake.
Bliss turns to sorrow as love goes on.
As the door stands open, I almost go to your room,
though I know your not there.
Then I turn back and go up to my room.
Hoping the roommate does not come back.
Sitting here and mourning while staring at the screen,
tears puddle on my desk, like they have a many times like this.
I know it would not work between us but I never less wanted to try
but now you are taken
and so am I.
this is a true story i wrote this as it was happening. yes Mel this one is about Shane.
and every day, every time I look at your door.
I know your not there, yet I cannot look away.
I miss you more and more, and every time I look at that door,
it makes me want to cry.
You are gone now, home to stay.
Maybe a visit but who knows.
You invade my dreams still, even though you are gone.
I loved you but realized too late,
crying every night for my mistake.
Bliss turns to sorrow as love goes on.
As the door stands open, I almost go to your room,
though I know your not there.
Then I turn back and go up to my room.
Hoping the roommate does not come back.
Sitting here and mourning while staring at the screen,
tears puddle on my desk, like they have a many times like this.
I know it would not work between us but I never less wanted to try
but now you are taken
and so am I.
this is a true story i wrote this as it was happening. yes Mel this one is about Shane.
They say to hold onto your dreams
Because they give you something to live for.
But what if your dreams are ruined or impossible?
What is there to live for?
It makes me smile when I see you
Then I realize I can’t hold you...
I realize this seems unfinished but im not in the mood to finish it so take as it is.
Because they give you something to live for.
But what if your dreams are ruined or impossible?
What is there to live for?
It makes me smile when I see you
Then I realize I can’t hold you...
I realize this seems unfinished but im not in the mood to finish it so take as it is.
Exquisite Corpse [chicken]
They say I have ADD but I don't...OMG look a chicken!
I had a big red hat, with a bright green body.
And blue shoes.
James ate a chicken.
He loved chicken and soup. The whole chicken was his favourite part.
Because nothing was left out of
The stuffing from the turkey on thanksgiving.
Yeah, the person who wrote this must look like stuffing.
I love chicken and stuffing!
Chicken is my favourite meal.
I eat it everyday.
Get cut at the neck.
Runs around aimlessly.
Especially with its head chopped off.
Sweet chicken nuggets.
I had a big red hat, with a bright green body.
And blue shoes.
James ate a chicken.
He loved chicken and soup. The whole chicken was his favourite part.
Because nothing was left out of
The stuffing from the turkey on thanksgiving.
Yeah, the person who wrote this must look like stuffing.
I love chicken and stuffing!
Chicken is my favourite meal.
I eat it everyday.
Get cut at the neck.
Runs around aimlessly.
Especially with its head chopped off.
Sweet chicken nuggets.
With honey mustard dip.
And sweet and sour sauce.
As u can prolly tell i like kitties! Well actually i like all animals, well most, not a big fan of the poisoinous or deadly ones or the ones that could eat you. I have two cats at home and i miss them very much, im so glad its finals and i can go see them. I have a long hair calico named Gremlin (Grimmy for short) and my cat who i legally own Sparkles (Sparks among other names) she is a silver grey tabby and she is my baby, my mom claims Grimmy but i dont mind bc she is not the sharpest knife in the crayon box. I got Sparks at the ASPCA in Watertown after our other cat Goofy died. :( We had another cat i made friends with but he stayed outside, his name was Mortimer John (i picked it of course) he got hit by a car though all the boy cats seem to die it sucks. But i miss my kitties and i get to see them soon YAY!
Because I Could Not Stop For Death by Emily Dickinson
Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.
We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
And I had put away
My labor, and my leisure too,
For his civility.
We passed the school, where children strove
At recess, in the ring;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.
Or rather, he passed us;
The dews grew quivering and chill,
For only gossamer my gown,
My tippet only tulle.
We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.
Since then 'tis centuries, and yet each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses' heads
Were toward eternity.
In enriched english 12 I had to memorize this poem and we went over the meaning of it line by line it was fun and iI still kinda know it til this day. I usally don't remember anything I didn't like and i like most of Emily's work.
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.
We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
And I had put away
My labor, and my leisure too,
For his civility.
We passed the school, where children strove
At recess, in the ring;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.
Or rather, he passed us;
The dews grew quivering and chill,
For only gossamer my gown,
My tippet only tulle.
We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.
Since then 'tis centuries, and yet each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses' heads
Were toward eternity.
In enriched english 12 I had to memorize this poem and we went over the meaning of it line by line it was fun and iI still kinda know it til this day. I usally don't remember anything I didn't like and i like most of Emily's work.
Friday, December 5, 2008
Monday, December 1, 2008
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
One night, in a dream, I saw a group of people. These were deserving, lovable people. The problem was, they didn't know it. They were stuck, confused--reacting to some crazy stuff that happened long ago. They were running around in adult bodies, but in many ways they were still children.
And they were scared.
These people were too busy protecting themselves and trying to figure out what everything meant, they didn't do what they most needed to do: relax, be who they are, and allow themselves to shine.
They didn't know it was okay to stop protecting themselves. They didn't know it was ok to love and be loved. They didn't know they could love themselves.
When I awoke, I realized I was one of them...
note: i did not write this, it is from a book i had for my psych paper it was in the dedication and i am one of them...
And they were scared.
These people were too busy protecting themselves and trying to figure out what everything meant, they didn't do what they most needed to do: relax, be who they are, and allow themselves to shine.
They didn't know it was okay to stop protecting themselves. They didn't know it was ok to love and be loved. They didn't know they could love themselves.
When I awoke, I realized I was one of them...
note: i did not write this, it is from a book i had for my psych paper it was in the dedication and i am one of them...
Friday, October 10, 2008
Colors crushed and strewn around, nature falling to the ground.
Crackling leaves crushed underfoot;
dandelions sprout and soon do fluff.
Tiny bugs floating through the air,
bouncing and tossing everywhere.
Long grasses learn to sway,
smelling of the summer fade.
Wind rustling the branches blown;
Wind rustling the branches blown;
honking geese sound the way flown.
Gentle breezes caress the skin,
never will i see this again.
Looking through illuminated branches,
setting yourself up for mindles trances.
The sky's bright blue turns to gray.
O, how I love these October days.
Landscape full of fire and fun.
Winter comes when this is done.
Winter comes when this is done.
Thinking of time well spent.
Thinking about what this has meant.
Thinking about what this has meant.
Rainboots
Quietness echos
making no sound.
Raindrops whisper
through the clouds.
Clouds clash,
making light.
Sending rumbles
throught the night.
making my face
like a mask.
Light illuminates
all the trees.
Energy sparks
all through me.
Snap! Crash!
A tree now dies.
Split in half
by the sky.
Puddles fill,
shifting shape.
Raindrops slow,
full of grace.
The sun shines bright
through the clouds.
Shimmering mists
form around.
Children scream.
The storm blows away.
Then I ask,
"Can I go play?"
Rainboots splash
in puddles wide.
Robins futter, float,
and fly.
Sun goes through
the raindrops few.
Rainbows splatter in my eyes.
Many colors paint the sky.
making no sound.
Raindrops whisper
through the clouds.
Clouds clash,
making light.
Sending rumbles
throught the night.
Rain splashes
on the glass,making my face
like a mask.
Light illuminates
all the trees.
Energy sparks
all through me.
Snap! Crash!
A tree now dies.
Split in half
by the sky.
Puddles fill,
shifting shape.
Raindrops slow,
full of grace.
The sun shines bright
through the clouds.
Shimmering mists
form around.
Children scream.
The storm blows away.
Then I ask,
"Can I go play?"
Rainboots splash
in puddles wide.
Robins futter, float,
and fly.
Sun goes through
the raindrops few.
Rainbows splatter in my eyes.
Many colors paint the sky.
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
WOOT!!! A.D.D. i <3 randomness!!!
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Workshopping.
This pisses me off a lot. Personally i rather die than go to class half the time now, i used to enjoy it but not anymore. Creative Writing is art they say. Well, i personally believe that art can not be taught and can't be criticized because no one but the artist can understand it, and therefore it shouldn't be shaped by the people only the artist. If it is about personal expression then that means that only you truly understand it as the artist. The only reason why people critique is because they do not understand and wish to change it so it can be understood which means then the whole point of the peice could be lost. Some things are better left untouched. Ok like my video i made, i am not sad or anything bad like that, i am the happiest ive ever been and i plan to keep it that way and so does he. There were rough times yes but since we made it through a month and a half without seeing eachother then i think we can make it though anything. Another thing the whole writing in class thing doesn't work for me, even with the music change its just not a good place to write and being forced to write is another pet peeve, thats why i stopped art classes in high school when i could because art can not be forced, or structured and i was sick of people telling me how to draw and paint and be creative. so i said fuck it ill do my own art, and i still paint and sketch today without stress and without prompt. ok well that is enough ranting for now i guess. But yea workshopping is bull.
Here I Am All Alone
I sit in the dark all alone.
Waiting for you to come on home.
Whispers swirl around the room.
Here i am,
all alone.
Into the darkness I slowly creep.
Out in the daylight I cannot speak.
Here I am,
soon to weep.
If tears were blood,
then I'd be dead.
Here I am,
off to bed.
Fantasies sleep beneath the bed,
yet nowhere here to lay my head.
Here I am,
all alone.
Work got out three hours ago.
Time goes on way too slow.
Here i sit,
soon to sleep.
Car door slams,
and your home.
Yet here I am,
all alone.
Into the kitchen, up the stair.
Awaiting nightmares meet you there.
Here I am,
Eternal stare.
Blood is tears, as was feared.
Depression rides a clouded mare.
Here I am,
not to speak.
I am cold, alone, and meak.
Never once, was I your sweet.
Here i am,
on your bed.
All alone,
cold and dead.
Waiting for you to come on home.
Whispers swirl around the room.
Here i am,
all alone.
Into the darkness I slowly creep.
Out in the daylight I cannot speak.
Here I am,
soon to weep.
If tears were blood,
then I'd be dead.
Here I am,
off to bed.
Fantasies sleep beneath the bed,
yet nowhere here to lay my head.
Here I am,
all alone.
Work got out three hours ago.
Time goes on way too slow.
Here i sit,
soon to sleep.
Car door slams,
and your home.
Yet here I am,
all alone.
Into the kitchen, up the stair.
Awaiting nightmares meet you there.
Here I am,
Eternal stare.
Blood is tears, as was feared.
Depression rides a clouded mare.
Here I am,
not to speak.
I am cold, alone, and meak.
Never once, was I your sweet.
Here i am,
on your bed.
All alone,
cold and dead.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Into darkness I creep,
Into the deepest sleep,
In order to dream,
And find what they mean,
Life isn't as easy as it seems.
To land is to die,
So why do people try.
Memories fail but never break,
Sandman plays a ghastly prank.
Screaming you wake,
From your deepest sleep.
Demons fade inside your head,
Why don't you just go to bed?
Lie down and close your eyes,
And say your sweet good-byes,
Shadows creep as you sleep
Under the bed and around your head.
May you sleep tight my Dear,
Because you don't know when your end is near.
Closer to the ground you fall
Is this the end of it all?
Into the deepest sleep,
In order to dream,
And find what they mean,
Life isn't as easy as it seems.
To land is to die,
So why do people try.
Memories fail but never break,
Sandman plays a ghastly prank.
Screaming you wake,
From your deepest sleep.
Demons fade inside your head,
Why don't you just go to bed?
Lie down and close your eyes,
And say your sweet good-byes,
Shadows creep as you sleep
Under the bed and around your head.
May you sleep tight my Dear,
Because you don't know when your end is near.
Closer to the ground you fall
Is this the end of it all?

Saturday, September 6, 2008
Accept
Lying in bed,
As the fire creeps near.
Sirens wailing,
Firemen calling.
It doesn't matter,
I can't answer.
I weep as the fire creeps,
Though it can't hurt me now.
Firemen call,
As I fall,
Into the blackness
Towards the light,
Gates opening,
Angels singing,
Sitting in Jesus' arms,
"Why," I cry, "did I die?"
"You lived your life,
You learned to love."
He said to me.
Accept what you can't change,
They can't bring you back from the dead.
As the fire creeps near.
Sirens wailing,
Firemen calling.
It doesn't matter,
I can't answer.
I weep as the fire creeps,
Though it can't hurt me now.
Firemen call,
As I fall,
Into the blackness
Towards the light,
Gates opening,
Angels singing,
Sitting in Jesus' arms,
"Why," I cry, "did I die?"
"You lived your life,
You learned to love."
He said to me.
Accept what you can't change,
They can't bring you back from the dead.
Monday, September 1, 2008
Blink-182: Not Now
This video I made for my boyfriend Corey and he absolutely loves it I hope you do also. I made it becuase i have trouble expressing my feelings through talking so I show it in other ways like art such as this video which is pretty good seeing as it was made at 2 in the morning.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Love hurts
Love hurts,
Especially when it doesn't work out right,
And you can't escape it throughout the night,
In the darkness it creeps and eats at your heart,
The slow form of suicide into the dark,
Filling your mind and heart full of sorrow,
Slowly through darkness it will follow.
Devouring your soul and peace of mind,
Why is this world so unkind?
Jealousy to hate,
Is not my fate.
The tears I cry,
Will never die.
My heart may beat though not quite right;
I can't escape it throughout the night,
Sleep should be a peaceful thought,
Not a battle you know of not.
Another day comes to close,
Will I face my darkness woes?
Especially when it doesn't work out right,
And you can't escape it throughout the night,
In the darkness it creeps and eats at your heart,
The slow form of suicide into the dark,
Filling your mind and heart full of sorrow,
Slowly through darkness it will follow.
Devouring your soul and peace of mind,
Why is this world so unkind?
Jealousy to hate,
Is not my fate.
The tears I cry,
Will never die.
My heart may beat though not quite right;
I can't escape it throughout the night,
Sleep should be a peaceful thought,
Not a battle you know of not.
Another day comes to close,
Will I face my darkness woes?
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Realize
Emotional distress,....
Is to caress,....
Your mind somehow.....
In many forms it comes....
As sorrow and death it attacks, ....
Killing the body not the soul.....
Into the darkness you wander,....
Cold and alone.....
The bridge ahead.....
The waters below,....
Cold and unforgiving.....
The sky is crying, ....
Stepping on the railing. ....
Forgetting life, ....
As you ask for death.....
Darkness creeps,....
As your life seeps....
Into the oblivion, then stops.....
Suspended in the arms....
Of an angel you weep.....
Begging for forgiveness and life....
Some aren't meant to die, you realize,....
At least not today.....
Is to caress,....
Your mind somehow.....
In many forms it comes....
As sorrow and death it attacks, ....
Killing the body not the soul.....
Into the darkness you wander,....
Cold and alone.....
The bridge ahead.....
The waters below,....
Cold and unforgiving.....
The sky is crying, ....
Stepping on the railing. ....
Forgetting life, ....
As you ask for death.....
Darkness creeps,....
As your life seeps....
Into the oblivion, then stops.....
Suspended in the arms....
Of an angel you weep.....
Begging for forgiveness and life....
Some aren't meant to die, you realize,....
At least not today.....
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