Sunday, November 28, 2010

Thought of the day

" I am what I am "
I will not apologize or deny

Saturday, November 27, 2010

Plastic Knives

"We'll not undo what has been done
Or change the moment when it's gone"-David Gray

Wanna be femme fatale
coffee in hand
and Fred Jones on the tv
that's right folks
scooby doo
the reason I come back here
is fear
it's nice to have something to hold on to
even if it's really not mine
it's so hard to let go
but I'm trying
before I say goodbye
"meet me on the other side"
and maybe together
we can say hello to the future
 while watching all my yesterdays
burn in hell

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Five things that make me happy

1.Coffee -"I have measured out my life with coffee spoons."
T.S. Elliot. The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock.

2.Meaningful conversations with interesting people

3. My new vintage purse I found last week it's faux alligator skinned and fabulous

4. New bands like Teenage Rasputin and old ones like Red Hot Chili Peppers

5. Moleskine notebooks without you I don't know how I would survive

Love is Dead

   **Authors note** I wrote this in my Junior year of high school so it's not the best writing but it amused me when I came across it so I thought I would post it. (p.s. this is a satire)

    I love you possibly the three most overused words in the English language. They, also happen to be the most powerful 3 words that can grant access into even the coldest girl’s heart. In which one can use to take advantage and completely destroy the young girl. Yes, love them for the moment, but use them and then leave them. Why leave them? Various reasons their mother was insane, her hair started to get on your nerves. Maybe her sparkling, sapphire, blue eyes started to lose their appeal. A girl who is quite dull, but pretty to look becomes the object of one’s desires. Proving the point at hand that, true love is dead. The words I love you have lost all meaning due to womanizers much like Chris. Chris is a man rather an eighteen year old boy who has figured out that if he says those 3 magic words he can get any girl. Those, three words are not the only thing he uses, but that is what closes the deal.

   This really should be taken lightly people criticize him for what he does to young girls hearts. When, in reality he should be praised for learning how to play the game. Chris’s method can be cut down to three words seduction, flattery, and lies. He lies to everyone including himself. There, may be one or two people that he is honest with, but is that really a problem? He, isn’t really hurting anyone but innocent young girls who have yet to have had their heart broken. They need to have their heart broken, because it is a cruel world out there. Chris realizes this so in reality he is doing these young girls a favor.

If, more people realized this instead of criticizing him. Young girls would know that this is one of the rights of passage in life. In, actuality they need the womanizer’s of the world to prepare them for their journey later on in life. If, girls would open their eyes to this, and instead of mourning rejoice. Now, they can move on to the next part of their journey and life and maybe actually fall in some sort of “true love”.

Which, really is not true at all, but they do not realize this until it is too late. If, they did not learn their lesson the first time they deserve to go though the pain and heartbreak again. Really, Chris should be praised as a teacher of life’s hardest lessons, love is dead. Sooner, or later these girls will figure that out and he is just trying to help them get to that place quicker.

Thursday, November 11, 2010

sands of time

nights like these
fingers chilled to the bone
chaos surrounds
as the calling begins
and songs from yesteryear
start to play 
words left unspoken
someday will pour out
but not right now
instead written words
soothe a broken mind
that keeps breaking
and yelling stop
only to be broken again

Friday, November 5, 2010

A little too perfect

I will never be her
with her darkened hair and smudged appearance
too clean, too nice, too loud
everyone's approval makes you cringe
so lets never talk again
if I could make that possible I would
and I'm trying
never again will I talk to you
and pretend that it's all ok
so fallen I may be but I'm stronger than you think
so I pick myself up
dust myself off
and realize I'm not enough of a mess for you
I don't need you to save me
you're the one who needs saving
funny how things work out

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Kid Brother#1

 Know I love you even if I don't show it
I've not been the big sister you needed
and for that I'm so sorry
I'm so worried about you
being out in this world
reality hits hard at 4am
bc when do I ever sleep?
Sometimes I wish
 I could tell you to never grow up
but you have to and you are
I can't believe you're going to be 16 in 5 days
I remember being a sophmore like it was yesterday
Here's what I wish someone had told me
Stay true to yourself and don't let anybody change you
People don't understand "us"
"My people are the misfits
The ones that don't fit in"
It's ok to be that way
to be different
Search for yourself
search for what you love to do
and do it with such passion
DO NOT let apathy strike you
and don't ever take no for an answer
lastly listen to mom and tim
even if you don't want to
and maybe someday you'll thank me

Monday, November 1, 2010

Come back to me

“I conversed with you in a dream”- Sappho

Acknowledge me please

Silent you stayed

So I walked on

It was only Natural to

Till you yelled Stop

Flash back we fell into

A Year we both try to forget

When you were Romantic

And Dazzled me with your eyes

It looked so real but it wasn’t

Today no Valid speech comes from your lips

No longer can we Identify with one another

If only it was yesterday

But it isn’t

I awake screaming

A nightmare with you in my head again


With the sunset
no peace comes about it
restlessness kicks in
and the lights pour in
to keep out the dark
because it tells the truth
which in itself is
 is a nightmare
to those wishing to keep it out
to retain the sanity of the day
where new light is shed upon
old problems
but each day it turns into its wicked self
and it all begins again
like a song on repeat
begging to be danced to
under the moonlight