Sunday, February 25, 2007

Quite the Tragedy... It is our Curse...

Current mood: gloomy
Category: Life


Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as:

Knowing when to come in out of the rain;
Why the early bird gets the worm;
Life isn't always fair; and Maybe it was my fault.

Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge).

His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but
overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6 -year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.

Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children. It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer sun lotion or a band-aid to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and planned to have a medical procedure.

Common Sense lost the will to live as churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims.

Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.

Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.

Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust; his wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason.

He is survived by his 3 stepbrothers; I Know My Rights, Someone Else Is To Blame, and I'm A Victim.

Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on.

If not, join the majority and do nothing

Saturday, February 24, 2007

Oh How Beautiful You Are...

Current mood: rejected
Category: Writing and Poetry


Oh how beautiful you are...
From the outside to the in
all my thoughts are wearing thin,
but oh how beautiful you are...
From the inside pouring out
all my feelings screaming now.
Oh how beautiful you are...

Oh how beautiful!
(How beautiful you are!)
So beautiful!
(How beautiful you are!)
They'll never know!
(How beautiful you are!)
How beautiful!
(How beautiful you are!)
Oh how beautiful!
(How beautiful you are!)
So beautiful!
(How beautiful you are!)
See I'm the only one who knows
that deep inside you're beautiful!

Oh how beautiful you are...
I saw a smile upon your face
behind the tears you can't erase
but oh how beautiful you are...
You're wishing you could take her place.
Wonder if you could win this race.
Oh how beautiful you are...

Oh how beautiful!
(How beautiful you are!)
So beautiful!
(How beautiful you are!)
They'll never know!
(How beautiful you are!)
How beautiful!
(How beautiful you are!)
Oh how beautiful!
(How beautiful you are!)
So beautiful!
(How beautiful you are!)
See I'm the only one who knows
that deep inside you're beautiful!

Oh how beautiful you are...
You are the shadow walking by.
You are the glimmer in his eye,
and oh how beautiful you are!
He'll never notice that it's you!
He's just too blind to see it through!
But I am telling you it's true!

Oh how beautiful!
(How beautiful you are!)
So beautiful!
(How beautiful you are!)
They'll never know!
(How beautiful you are!)
How beautiful!
(How beautiful you are!)
Oh how beautiful!
(How beautiful you are!)
So beautiful!
(How beautiful you are!)
See I'm the only one who knows
that deep inside you're beautiful!

Oh how beautiful you are...
(So beautiful!)
Oh how beautiful you are...
So beautiful!
You make the stars burst into flames!
He'll never have to take the blame!
You are the black sheep his escape!
He'll never see you're empty shape!

Know how beautiful!
(Oh how beautiful you are!)
Never have to look too far!
To see how beautiful you are!
Oh how beautiful you are!
(How beautiful!)
It shows in each and every scar!
Just how beautiful you are!
With every tear you shed!
Every night you lay in bed alone!
You're so beautiful!
You stare outside of your window!
Gazing at the stares!
Looking out so far!
Can't you see you're beautiful?!
Don't compair yourself to her!
One night is all she's worth!
I'm telling you you're beautiful!
I see that you're beautiful...
I'm not the only one who knows
that deep inside you're beautiful....
© 2007

So I Wanted More

Current mood:Battered and Broken
Category: Writing and Poetry


So I wanted more...
So I wanted you...
So I wanted everything...

I tried to be your superwoman.
I tried to be your everything.
But I can't be your hero baby.
I just can't see your future for you.

So I wanted more than you could ever give.
So you want to score, but that's no way for me to live.
So I wanted you to be my hero.
So I wanted everything.

I tried so hard to make you see me.
I tired so hard, and you walked right through.
My heart is yours, and it knows no boundries.
My hearts is yours, and you'll walk right through.

So I wanted more than you could ever give.
So you want to score, but that's no way for me to live.
So I wanted you to be my hero.
So I wanted everything.
© 2007

Monday, February 12, 2007

Introduction to Poetry

Category: Writing and Poetry


I wrote this for My Creative writing class.....

Lost in the world he walks alone
and I beside him walk this road.
So unaware and our of touch.
His own shadow he's never known.

Into an empty room he strays.
The walls reflect his better days.
With every step a tile there fades
and emptiness then washed away.

Upon a shelf there he would see
a book now filled with poetry,
and as he reads he'llcome to know
of I beside him. His shadow.
© 2007

Thursday, February 8, 2007

How Poetry Comes to Me

Current mood: accomplished
Category: Writing and Poetry


I wrote this for English Class... Creative Writing: Poetry actually.

In a dream world I call life
when my mind is blank.
If i'm feeling desolate
in my heart, cold and dank.
Poetry wil come to me
when I need it most.
It comforts every pain inside.
Dearly, I hold it close.
© 2007

Wednesday, February 7, 2007

Destruct

Current mood: depressed
Category: Writing and Poetry


I moved forward. You stepped back.
Just to be friendly I stole your hat.
You made me a promise. The one your shirt kept.
So in it I felt you and everynight slept,
but I never thought it would end up like this.
How could I shoot so straight and still miss?

This game is ripping me apart.
It's slowly tearing out my heart.
I thought you asked me for a date.
Instead you put me in checkmate.

I was nieve. I didn't know.
I walked with someoe else, and so
your eyes went green. I became rude.
You made it through my attitude,
and yet there in lies your mistake.
So next time just don't hesitate.

This game is ripping me apart.
It's slowly tearing out my heart.
I thought you asked me for a date.
Instead you put me in checkmate.

I waited just to hear your song.
Tell me. What made you wait so long?
I thought there was no melodie,
so I began to walk with he's
not you, oh god I knew that.
I had a hard time getting through that.

This game is ripping me apart.
It's slowly tearing out my heart.
I thought you asked me for a date.
Instead you put me in checkmate.

So now I don't know where we stand
because I'm trying to hold your hand,
but I keep finding something else.
I'd like to keep this to myself;
however, there is not a chance
that you would share a glance.

This game is ripping me apart.
It's slowly tearing out my heart.
I thought you asked me for a date.
Instead you put me in checkmate.

This game is ripping me apart.
It's slowly tearing out my heart.
I thought you asked me for a date.
Instead you put me in checkmate.

I'm cornered! I'm cornered!
I don't know where to go.
Come closer! Come closer!
You'll never tell me so.
Please save me! My baby!
Don't ever let me go.
Don't leave me! Please baby!
Please don't go!

This game is ripping me apart.
(This game is ripping me apart.)
What are you doing with my heart?
(I should have know this from the start.)
Oh baby, please, just one more date.
(Give me another chance.)
How long do I still have to wait?!
(I just wanted to hold your hand!)

This game is ripping me apart.
It's slowly tearing out my heart.
I thought you asked me for a date.
Instead you put me in checkmate.

This game is ripping me apart.
It's slowly tearing out my heart.
I thought you asked me for a date.
Instead you put me in checkmate.

This game is ripping me apart!
I'm dying now!
This game is ripping me apart!
Who's crying now?!
You're slowly tearing out my heart!
Stop lying now!
This game is gouging out my heart!
© 2007



PAST COMMENTS

Oh Kiara, I truly wish you never had to go through that. No one deserves those feelings.
Posted by
@~@ K @~@ on Wednesday, January 31, 2007 - 1:55 AM

Tuesday, February 6, 2007

Psycho Valentine

Current mood: weird
Category: Writing and Poetry


Verse1:
Well you're all that I've wanted,
and you're all that I'll need.
If I could just endure the pain,
then your name would bleed
from my heart.
Oh, it was love at first sight.
(Bum bum bum)
Yeah, since I got in a fight
with your mom.
I knocked her ass flat out
on her front lawn.
But hey, I got your attention,
and our lives have been pure heaven since.
I said pure heaven since!

Chorus:
Be my valentine!
(Oh no..)
My crazy valentine!
(She's psycho...)
Gotta make you mine
forever and ever you know.
Everything is fine
(No no...)
here with my valentine.
(Please go...)
You'll always be mine
forever and ever!

Verse 2:
So I've appointed myself
to help you change your life.
Who knew I could be so persuasive
when holding a knife?
Now, I think
that we're perfect for eachother.
(Bum bum bum)
I don't think both of us should
be alone.
One can't live without the other,
(Bum bum bum)
and I know one day together
we can surely build a happy home.
I said a happy home!

Chorus:
Be my valentine!
(Oh no..)
My crazy valentine!
(She's psycho...)
Gotta make you mine
forever and ever you know.
Everything is fine
(No no...)
here with my valentine.
(Please go...)
You'll always be mine
forever and ever!
Forever and ever and ever, Yeah!

(Instrumental break)

Bridge:
I heard you're trying your best
to break away from me lately.
My dear, now, I do suggest
you don't try to complicate things.
You know I'll beat all the rest to the punch.
Knuckles crunch when you hear my name.
Don't play this game.

You know you're mine for the rest of your life.
You can't escape so don't even try.
(Bum bum bum)
Oh Baby, please understand
that I can't let you be
anyone elses man!

Chorus:
Be my valentine!
(Oh no..)
My crazy valentine!
(She's psycho...)
Gotta make you mine
You're mine
You're mine
YOU'RE MINE!!!!!!!
Everything is fine
(No no...)
here with my valentine.
(Please go...)
You'll always be mine
forever and ever and ever
and ever and ever, Yeah!
© 2007
PAST COMMENTS
this has to be one of my favorites
Posted by
Kesdio on Sunday, February 18, 2007 - 9:46 PM

Sunday, February 4, 2007

Jealous

Current mood: silly
Category: Writing and Poetry


So I turned on the TV and what do I see?
A whole bunch a people and one's talkin' ta me
"From west philidelphia born and raised"
Man I'm sick of this shit dude re-runs are gay.
Then It dawned on me that I could play with my Wii
Pull it out an start the wackin' I'm attackin these monsters
and my friends say they hate it "You're ignorin' us fellas",
but the truth of the matter is I think you're all jealous.

Yeah, you're just jealous
'cause I'm the shit.
You're just jealous
'cause I piss excellence.
You're just jealous
'cause you can't be
You're just jealous,
just jealous just jealous
just jealous, just jealous,
just jealous of me.

Now I'm chillin' with my friends just to prove that I care
Mandy and me look at the underwear in hot topic
I want it all got the cash so I drop it and cop that shit
She couldn't handle it. So then she starts havin' a fit
freaked out so bad it made her sick.
And I guess she's recovered as far as she'll tell us,
but I think she's lyin though and she's still jealous.

Yeah, you're just jealous
'cause I'm the shit.
You're just jealous
'cause I piss excellence.
You're just jealous
'cause you can't be
You're just jealous,
just jealous just jealous
just jealous, just jealous,
just jealous of me.

Now I'm feelin' kinda down 'cause they won't come around.
My friends are all trippin' 'cause I wouldn't take them downtown.
It's my car, my gas, my time to waste.
It's not yours. You don't pay so get off my case.
You're all fake. Wake up. Stop askin' "Tell us!"
Damn guys why must you be so jealous?

You're just jealous
'cause I'm the shit.
You're just jealous
'cause I piss excellence.
You're just jealous
'cause you can't be
You're just jealous,
just jealous just jealous
just jealous, just jealous,
just jealous of me.
© 2007

Saturday, February 3, 2007

Mature Eyes Only

Current mood: contemplative
Category: Religion and Philosophy


Well honestly you didn't think I was gonna repost that whole thing did you? I only repost those lovey doevy ones when I'm feeling REALLY down. I've been really good at ignoring chainletters lately.

However I have something to say. The devine one is great but we've soiled it's name. So don't ask why these things are happening but instead ask why you don't care. Ask why we use religion to justify our wrong doings. Ask why we try to play it's role. We cannot judge only the devine one can judge yet we do it everyday. You can't rule someones like. Let them run their own and if the way the run it does not please that which is of a higer power then let them know it wen they do not pass it's judgement. However here on earth let us live our lives the way we feel is right and let those that we disagree with live theirs as well.