Sunday, June 27, 2010
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Creative Writing Class (CULMINATING OUUU) :I'm much too concerned with other problems in the world to think of a clever title.
The world is a bridge built in the dark,
The people are Muffy Crosswire,
The people's minds are a same shade, never going any brighter nor any deeper,
And here I am, constantly questioning how the world works,
And why it feels like its been pieced together with staples and dried out glue,
And why can't I figure out a way to fix this?
It's June fifteenth and what am I doing?
The same thing I do everyday, the same thing that all of us are doing,
Complaining as much as Joe Matt in "Fairweather"
And spreading rumours like a deck of cards,
I'd prefer a place where we'd be different but we're all the same,
We're all just fictions, copying each other's actions.
Both the skinny girl and the big girl are scared,
Since there's over a thousand calories in a large tripe thick shake at Mc Donald's,
And a daily dose of a vitamin water will result in thirteen pounds on their bodies this year,
The nerd and the jock are so angry with the commercials put out there,
Thinking no girls will do them because of the acne on their faces.
I hate trying to live up to the media's standards,
Saddening, hearing about this guy super soaking,
If a woman is really willing to have sex with THIS guy, I wouldn't be calling her a ho..
Maybe if you were really trying to find the words to describe your girl without being disrespectful you wouldn't call her a sexy BITCH,
Listen up artists. Shut the fuck up,
Promoting violence over a girl that doesn't want you, or some person you just really hate?
Teens Kill Man Over iPod, Really?
Your ears will make love when you put George Harrison in them,
In a country where dropping bombs is like a casual hello,
Why are fingers pointed at Marilyn, South Park and video games,
When kids start shooting up at school?
We're taught not to have sex unless a band is on our finger,
Sure, they want us to follow our religion,
But they're forgetting that kids don't listen,
So teach us how to put a rubber on,
Because kids having kids isn't how it should be.
My body shakes like it's in a tin can,
As I see people try harder to get into someone's jeans rather than their heart,
Their minds are drenched in dirt, like a dog left out in the rain,
Everything sounding so perverse, boy I've got a boner to pick with this,
Seeing the way you react after reading "A Perfect day for Bananafish,"
I'll be the first to admit that it's a struggle trying to be serious through,
Not mentioning my menstrual cycles has been hard enough,
What's more disgusting though?
A love for tampons or a donkey being raped by a man?
I'm straight, but my mind's not narrow,
I don't need a religion telling me what love is,
I don't need a bunch of old white men telling me what beautiful means,
They'll be laughing up in stitches as they demolish your beauty glitches,
Deleting your dollars due to distortion,
Placing your payment into their palms,
And they're still laughing.
Feel that pain across your chest as the bullet sneaks away into your skin,
Tilting your head back as the lights go dim,
Shadows replacing the people your eyes saw a minute ago
Smelling the smoke, smells so harsh and dry,
You cough, sticky liquid oozes from your throat out to tickle your tongue,
Runs down your lips,
"Yeah motherfucker, that's what you get for takin' our dough,"
Take our cash, kill our world, we're slowly dying,
Completely transforming, with acts we're performing leading to global warming,
He said "drill baby drill" now they're killin and spillin' on these krill,
Continuing to destroy.
Put the gun down, I know what can do a better job,
It can hit deeper into your skull, into your brain
Destroy and reproduce,
Stretch and spread across the room,
Leak into the cracks of the floor boards,
hit into the shadowy parts of the room where the dust dances,
Where the sun can't see,
Your words are stronger.
Changing is constant,
It is unavoidable,
Undeniable,
Sometimes unacceptable,
I don't like the me the world has to see,
I don't like the world I have to stand on,
I'm tired of being a carpet, cut into the place I should be in,
This world wasn't meant to make cleanliness and peace feel nostalgic,
Get out of this helter-skelter and know where we're going,
We are the water,
And to fill up a cup you need every single drop,
So when it gets half way don't question if it's half empty of half full,
Because we're getting every single drop into this thing.
Not to make us have the same dream, but to open us up,
Look past what they're teaching you,
Free your mind.
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Me and my bitch (L).... you have to click on it... stupid blogspot.
Seventy year old men always compliment me on this lovely sweater.
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