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.

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?

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.

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.