It's rather long, I told you so :P anyway, I repeat the chorus, so it really could be a song. I made a kinda tune to it, cause I guess I believe in dressing how you feel you are. I like pairing girly tops with baggy jeans :D. (You probably thought I got rid of them, huh Steffanie? :D)
I'm looking in the mirror
And I don't know
Who's staring back at me
This person in the mirror
Looks so different from who
I'm supposed to be
I've listened to the world
And all the voices in it
So this is who I turned out to be
With ice cold eyes
Like chips of stone
And a heart to match
Where's the girl I used to be
And who's this staring back at me
Because I don't know
Who I am anymore
But I've just done
What I've been told
Head down, Blend in
Become a part of the herd
But I don't want to
Be who I'm told anymore
It's not just at school
Or by my friends
That I'm told who I am
or who I should become
I see my parents
Peering at me on
this pedestal I hate
They've set the bar
And held up hoops
And I have made each one
Yet they set the bar
Higher still and I'm
Of falling from this place
I'm breaking down and yet
I can't just give up
I'm spiraling completely
Out of what control I have
I'm ready to just scream
But then someone might hear me
Because I don't know
Who I am anymore
But I've just done
What I've been told
Head down, blend in
Become a part of the herd
But I don't want to
Be who I'm told anymore
I guess it's not so bad
Being who I'm told
But I just want to be me
I'm ready to stand out
And not blend in anymore
Because I don't know
Who I am anymore
But I've just done
What I've been told
Head down, blend in
Become a part of the herd
But I don't want to
Be who I'm told anymore
Friday, August 31, 2007
Argh
Sigh, it's yet another Friday. And I'm going to be here until 3:30 XD I'm running out of books to read. Ah well, I guess I am in a library. (Whatever would I do without it?) I haven't really written anything new except for an essay about the creek, and that would take forever to put up here and would take up entirely too much room. The teacher who looked at it so far said it's really good, but meh. Oh, and I've written a song thing, but that too would take forever to type up. Sigh, I guess I don't really have anything better to do with my spare time. I had a Mountain Dew earlier, I think that's made me a little hyper and caused me to start babbling. I should stop before I make a fool out of myself or is it already too late?
Monday, August 27, 2007
Random prose
The most random things send me into a philosophical mood, and apparently High School Musical 2 is one of them. This is the resulting prose.
If I asked you what the most lethal part of the human body was, you would probably say the hands, teeth or even feet. I say that the most powerful and hurtful part is the tongue. Words have unusual power; they are a weapon unlike any other. They can be used to soothe or encourage, as well as to wound almost irreversibly. Words, unlike most weapons, can never be healed or taken back or mended in some way. Bandages have no effect, and the memory will still be there, even after forgiveness. Words can be used even by the least of us, putting power into the hands of almost everyone, the power to hurt beyond measure. Our bodies are driven by this strange form of weaponry, just as ships by the tiller.
Ok, if you don't know what a tiller is, you really should read more. It's the thingy on ships that steers it, on old fashioned sailboats, it's the thing the wheel is connected to. Also known as a rudder.
If I asked you what the most lethal part of the human body was, you would probably say the hands, teeth or even feet. I say that the most powerful and hurtful part is the tongue. Words have unusual power; they are a weapon unlike any other. They can be used to soothe or encourage, as well as to wound almost irreversibly. Words, unlike most weapons, can never be healed or taken back or mended in some way. Bandages have no effect, and the memory will still be there, even after forgiveness. Words can be used even by the least of us, putting power into the hands of almost everyone, the power to hurt beyond measure. Our bodies are driven by this strange form of weaponry, just as ships by the tiller.
Ok, if you don't know what a tiller is, you really should read more. It's the thingy on ships that steers it, on old fashioned sailboats, it's the thing the wheel is connected to. Also known as a rudder.
Inheritance
Wrote this one rather recently, sent it to my mother, idk what she thinks about it.
You come into this world
Unbroken and whole and
We pray for you to leave
The same, but this might
Not be the case.
Family surround you, to
Guide you on your path.
Parents at first, bringing you
Into the world and starting
A life and guiding you to
A path you will follow.
Friends take over, influencing
Small things and large.
Helping you choose the
Path of your future,
Turning you to unknown
Expiriences and travels,
Opening worlds new and old.
Sometime you might meet
That special someone who
You want to make your life
With and they will open you
To new dimensions of trust,
Teaching you honor and
Responsibility for someone
Other than yourself
The cycle might begin again
And you will learn the joy
Of rasing a child of yourown
Seeing the paths they choose
And the friends they make.
This letter might be repeated
To my grandchildren in your
Own words and you will
Know the role of doting
Grandmother, watching your
Children's children grow up
Passing an inheritance of wisdom
You come into this world
Unbroken and whole and
We pray for you to leave
The same, but this might
Not be the case.
Family surround you, to
Guide you on your path.
Parents at first, bringing you
Into the world and starting
A life and guiding you to
A path you will follow.
Friends take over, influencing
Small things and large.
Helping you choose the
Path of your future,
Turning you to unknown
Expiriences and travels,
Opening worlds new and old.
Sometime you might meet
That special someone who
You want to make your life
With and they will open you
To new dimensions of trust,
Teaching you honor and
Responsibility for someone
Other than yourself
The cycle might begin again
And you will learn the joy
Of rasing a child of yourown
Seeing the paths they choose
And the friends they make.
This letter might be repeated
To my grandchildren in your
Own words and you will
Know the role of doting
Grandmother, watching your
Children's children grow up
Passing an inheritance of wisdom
You say that I
I dug this up from a long time ago, lemme know what you think.
You say that I
Am inferior to you.
And yet you can't
Tell me why this is.
Have I not met
Your expectations?
Or are you merely
Afraid of losing the power
You think you have?
Or are you
Just afraid of
Getting beat by a girl?
You say that I
Am inferior to you.
Even after I have
Proved to you,
Time and time again,
That I can be all
You want me to
And so much more
Regardless of my
Gender. Look around
You and see
The living proof
That we have worked for
And things we have
Accomplished.
You say that I
Am inferior to you
Despite my
Repeated and immediate
Disproval of this
And though I
Don’t believe that
I am any better than
You, I do believe that
We are equal and should
Be treated as so.
You say that I
Am inferior to you.
And yet you can't
Tell me why this is.
Have I not met
Your expectations?
Or are you merely
Afraid of losing the power
You think you have?
Or are you
Just afraid of
Getting beat by a girl?
You say that I
Am inferior to you.
Even after I have
Proved to you,
Time and time again,
That I can be all
You want me to
And so much more
Regardless of my
Gender. Look around
You and see
The living proof
That we have worked for
And things we have
Accomplished.
You say that I
Am inferior to you
Despite my
Repeated and immediate
Disproval of this
And though I
Don’t believe that
I am any better than
You, I do believe that
We are equal and should
Be treated as so.
The way we view each other
They all seemed just the same to me
They looked so alike you see
Yet some were sweet,
While others sour,
The way they treated each other
Differing in every way.
Respect was absent for some
Yet present for the others.
Some, like me at first,
Judged everyone else
By their cover.
Yet some unique souls
Watched the person inside
Before they passed their judgement.
They led the way, a shining example
Of how accepting we could be.
Trying to teach by example,
This important lesson to learn.
ok, so this rambles, and I didn't really know where to cut it off. any thoughts? I am still kind of working on the idea, but I think I could get somewhere with this.
They looked so alike you see
Yet some were sweet,
While others sour,
The way they treated each other
Differing in every way.
Respect was absent for some
Yet present for the others.
Some, like me at first,
Judged everyone else
By their cover.
Yet some unique souls
Watched the person inside
Before they passed their judgement.
They led the way, a shining example
Of how accepting we could be.
Trying to teach by example,
This important lesson to learn.
ok, so this rambles, and I didn't really know where to cut it off. any thoughts? I am still kind of working on the idea, but I think I could get somewhere with this.
Ho hum
Good morning. I'm in the library bored out of my mind because I didn't realize I would be having three free periods today. Yipee. I have a feeling I will be back down here checking out books later. Ah well, these things happen. Hope your day went well, as when you read this you will probably be out of school. Poem to come soon.
Friday, August 24, 2007
Well, anywho
Library is closing sooner than I thought, rats. I won't be able to talk to you on fridays, but every other day is good if you get home soon enough. Oh well, it will at least be some way to talk.
Well
I will try to keep this more update, and it would be a nice way for us to talk if we get to busy. Besides, I can do this at school, I can't IM. Anywho, comment if you agree, tell me when we get to talk again if you don't.
What right have they
I hear people talk about all kinds of things that I think they know nothing about. I say this because they show they know nothing about something by believing in the things that are said by people who are racist or sexist. Supposedly in America, "all men are created equal, " and yet not all men are treated so. Gay men are still men, and they are not treated equally by the law. African American men are still men, and yet for the longest time, they were treated as slaves. I wonder when we will finally get to say something like, "In America, all men and women are treated equally, regardless of race or orientation." Then I think we could call America the home of the free, rightfully so too.
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