For Lily II

It's three in the morning.
Three in the morning.
I feel alive.
I close my eyes, and it just feels like a rush, a blur, exciting and out of control
And then, it stops, in a vision of the near future
A figure- a woman
She smiles at me, and despite my faux composure, I melt inside,
And she knows it.
I should be asleep
The future keeps me awake.
When a prayer becomes a promise...
The promise
Not even the impossible can come between us
I love this.
But, more importantly
I love you.

Good Evening, Ladies and Gentlemen

I love summer. Seriously, I just stayed up late to watch The Matrix: Reloaded with my brother, and guess what consequences I'm going to have to reap from making myself tired tomorrow?
That's right, absolutely nothing! :D

Life is good.
Summer time... and the living's easy...

Odessa

Have you ever heard the ever-tacky saying that music is what feelings sound like?
If that is truly the case, than this is nostalgia captured note-for-note.

Trouble is my Left Hand

One of the philosophies I try to live by is a perversion of the Gandhi quote "Be the change you want to see in the world", changed to "Be the trouble you want to see in the world".
I try to be. I make life interesting and just chaotic enough for myself and those who dare to travel close enough to me to be able to keep their heads on, but not perfectly straight.

But... what if I'm not ready to deal with the consequences of my trouble?

Read My Mind

Wow. I love this song so much. Words can't even describe what it makes me feel... seriously, I dare anybody reading this to listen to this song and try not to sing along. It's a waste of time, trust me.


On the corner of main street
Just tryin' to keep it in line
You say you wanna move on and
You say i'm falling behind
Can you read my mind?
Can you read my mind?

I never really gave up on
Breakin' out of this two-star town
I got the green light i got a little fight
I'm gonna turn this thing around
Can you read my mind?
Can you read my mind?

The good old days the honest man
The restless heart the promised land
A subtle kiss that no one sees
A broken wrist and a big trapeze

Oh well i don't mind you don't mind
'cause i don't shine if you don't shine
Before you go can you read my mind?

It's funny how you just break down
Waiting on some sign
I pull up to the front of your driveway
With magic soaking my spine
Can you read my mind?
Can you read my mind?

The teenage queen the loaded gun
The drop dead dream the chosen one
A southern drawl the world unseen
A city wall and a trampoline

Oh well i don't mind you don't mind
'cause i don't shine if you don't shine
Before you jump tell me what you find
When you read my mind

Slipping in my faith until i fall
He never returned that call
Woman open the door don't let it sting
I wanna breathe that fire again

She said i don't mind you don't mind
'cause i don't shine if you don't shine
Put your back on me
Put your back on me
Put your back on me

The stars are blazing like rebel diamonds
Cut out of the sun
When you read my mind

School's Out!

Summer is here. Today was the last day of school, and besides three exams, I'm free! I can practically taste the opportunity and adventure that the days and weeks coming have prepared for me... but then again, it may be there the adventure just needs to be... taken.

That can be arranged too.

Where is the line drawn?

Shattered windows, and the sounds of drums. People couldn't believe what I'd become.
Six word poems, and I'm the king of the world. Bow down.
Cold Saturday nights, sleep alone. The dark thoughts, hidden.
Eyes closed, sinful pictures flash. Summer rain, holding hands.
First kiss, laughter. By the third, breath is lost.
Friday night, youthful celebrations. Sunday morning, innocence lost.



A/N- Take what you want from this one. It was originally meant to be read as one thing, but it has a nice feel to it if taken as a series of disjointed haiku.

2001 Pontiac Grand Am

NEW CAR! NEWCARNEWCARNEWCAR!!!!!
Holy crap is this thing sweet! Slick, fast, sexy, economical, and it has a working CD player!... not to mention a wide back seat...
HAHA, life is sweet right about now!

My only tiny complaint is that the mechanical seat lift is broken, meaning it can't go down, meaning my head is in constant contact with the ceiling. I need to fix this. I can't look behind me, which probably isn't very safe.

So excited for this summer! Thirty-one days, baby!

Finals

School is out in less than seven days for me... however, during three of those days I will be writing finals.
I am exhausted. I need to get my sleep for these upcoming tests... gotta do good so I can succeed in life... or something.


P.S. I've decided that this summer I'm going to live in a tent in my backyard. It will be wonderful.

Start again

There are so many things I want to say to you, but time’s caught me up and now I’ll never say them — except that I’ve loved you from the moment I saw you and every moment since.” ~ Robin Hood


I inhale, and stare down the isle, as everybody looks up at me expectantly, as though I should have any idea what to do. That aside, I don't feel terribly worried. There's something about wearing a suit, and being the center of attention that's very empowering. I feel somewhere in-between in control, and passing out... so slightly better than an ordinary day.
My little brother makes eye contact with me, and mouths the words "What's going on?". I just shrug. People are beginning to shift uncomfortably in their seats, and whisper to one another, in what I imagine is a similar in fashion to my brother's anxiety. For a second, I think I catch her father glare at me, but it might just be in my head.

Suddenly, one door swings halfway open, and a female figure steps through, as if thinking that she could get by unnoticed if she was quiet.

Unlike her, to say the least.

Collectively, the entire building lets their breath out in relief, except for me. I can feel something in the air that everybody else seems to be numb to.

If the delay was forgotten, she looks like the perfect bride. One of the ones from a picture in a magazine. She stood confidently, despite claiming to me once upon a time that she would never dress up formally, even for her own wedding. Five-ten, she stands at the same height as me, and the heels made it look even more queer. Her hair is straight, shoulder length, with traces of redhead genes in her brunet lineage. Her shocking blue eyes are articulated with an usual dose of makeup underneath her glasses. To me, she looks way out of her comfort zone, but if you didn't know her, you'd be surprised that she doesn't look like this every day.

Then she winks at me. A split second gesture, but the stakes have quickly changed. I don't know what to, but I'm quickly on my toes.

In one fluid motion, she kicks off her shoes, and bolts out the door, faster than her dress should allow.

My brother starts whispering something to me, but I can't hear him... I'm already coming up with a plan. Before anybody has time to react, my jacket is at my feet, and I'm sprinting after her.

As I near her, she grabs my hand and comically calmly, she says "I told you this was gonna be the best day of our lives!"
"Where are we going?"
"..."

Hand in hand we step through the church doors, and the cool Autumn wind blows through my shirt, sending a shiver down my spine. The sun is beginning to set, and the small town street feels sleepy in both directions. There's small white car running next to the sidewalk. It's mine. I think about asking where she got the keys, but I decide it's in my best interest not to.

"Aren't you gonna open the door for me?" she grins, stepping down the stairs toward the vehicle. I loosen my tie with one hand, as I shake my head and open the door. People are beginning to walk out of the church, and her father is shouting at her, though not angrily. She rolls down the window, and waves to the quickly forming crowd as I step into my car. Looking over at her, I close my door and smiling like a maniac I say to her, "Hold on, darling."

I punch the gas, and the tires spin for a second before gripping, and we take off, heading east, toward the advancing night.



A/N- Started off as a wedding gone wrong, but in the process of creation, became about a psychotic bride. I still like it though. Please share your thoughts, I appropriate feedback and all that jazz.

Superheroes

I love superheroes.
Y'know why? Because they're so much larger than life. With superheroes, the only limits are yourself. They can fly, or transform, or stop bad guys, or shoot really cool laserbeams.
In essence, I love them because they're just better than reality, and the fact that they aren't real makes them even more amazing. It means that somebody had to dream them up, and somebody has to keep dreaming to keep them, their stories and their fantastic universes alive.
Mr. Fantastic, AKA: Reed Richards. A brilliant astrophysicist with the ability to stretch his body, up to lengths of one mile. When he realized that he and his companions (Invisible Woman, AKA: Susan Storm, the Human Torch AKA: Johnny Storm and The Thing, AKA: Ben Grimm) had their physical bodies altered by cosmic radiation, I swear, he did one of the coolest things in comic book history. Instead of getting with the government, or trying to suppress the actions of Johnny (who is extremely reckless) he came up with the concept of giving them outlandish names and costumes so that the public would be more fond of the light-hearted heroes that were on their world.
Say what you like, but I can't help but think that's just the coolest, and most effective thing anybody could have done in that situation. It makes me grin a little just to think about it.

Ever since I was a little kid I wanted to be a superhero. I could never explain why, and even now, I still only have a pretty vague idea. I know it's impossible by every stretch of the imagination, but it's such a fantastic concept.
For me though, I think the biggest thing is challenging real life. I could be on top of the world. I could fly over mountains, or catch bullets. Basically, nothing could stop me. I could be amazing.

I wish I could be superhuman... beyond any other definitions of fantastic.

I am Pretentious. Go figure

The Pretentionist
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On Sex

I'm going somewhat out on a limb in saying this, but I'm gonna say it anyways: I can't help but feel that when people get going about saving sex for marriage that it just seems foolish.
The way I see it, lust and love go hand in hand, and one cannot truly exist without at least traces of the other. Does it count as lying or just denial if you say to yourself, "I don't want to have sex until I'm married."?
Either way, it hardly matters on a personal level. What does matter though, is being lectured about what I think is right. I get that sex it a touchy subject for most, I've come to terms with this fact, especially in the environment that I grew up in. Having a girl younger than me get after me for saying that saving sex doesn't make sense to me isn't just degrading, it's straight-up offensive.
There's the concept of innocence and purity, and then there's naivety, and I feel like with some of the people I've been talking to that line has been blurred by upbringing and background rather than personal judgment.

So, yeah, I'd write more on this, but really, I'd only just sound like a broken record. If you don't mind, I'd kinda like to hear opinions on this one

High School Loser

I thought I could have been the man for the job. I really did.
I genuinely had my hopes set on the fact that I could be different, and make a difference, but I was wrong.
I believed that they would give me a chance to prove that I was the best option, and I wanted to make that real.
I wanted to make my school proud.
I wanted to make myself proud.

But I failed.

Presidency Speech Pt. 2 (Kinda)

Wow. Just wow. Jared wrote this song (He's running for vice with me), and wow. I can't help but smile every time I read it. It's to the tune of "Poker Face", so you can probably hum it in your head. Tomorrow after my speech (which I revised/finished, thank you all for your suggestions) we're going to perform this, and with any luck it'll buy us a few more votes.
Anyways, lemme know what you think, and I'll definitely try to get someone in the seats with a video camera to record this, and I'll try to put it on the Youtubes
Wish me luck!




Mum mum mum mah
Mum mum mum mah

I wanna vote for Chris because he’s really cool.
A new sensation - he’s the answer for our school (I love it)
We’re making change ‘cause we believe in a fresh start.
And if you vote for Chris you can be sure - you’re in his heart.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohh-oh-e-ohh-oh-oh
Chris is nice, with Hubbard for vice
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohh-oh-e-ohh-oh-oh,
Chris is nice, with Hubbard for vice

Take a try
Take a try
You know you wanna, vote for Chris!
(Vote for Christopher and Jared)
Touch the sky
Touch the sky
You know you wanna, vote for Chris!
(Vote for Christopher and Jared)

V-v-v-vote for Chris, v-v-vote for Chris
(Mum mum mum mah)
V-v-v-vote for Chris, v-v-vote for Chris
(Mum mum mum mah)

You wanna vote for Chris; a fun year it will be.
The student council needs some guys like him and me (I love it)
in this election, we believe that we have won.
‘Cause baby when you vote for Chris, you know we’ll make it fun (fun)

Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohh-oh-e-ohh-oh-oh
Chris is nice, with Hubbard
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohh-oh-e-ohh-oh-oh,
Chris is nice, with Hubbard

Take a try
Take a try
You know you wanna, vote for Chris!
(Vote for Christopher and Jared)
Touch the sky
Touch the sky
You know you wanna, vote for Chris!
(Vote for Christopher and Jared)

V-v-v-vote for Chris, v-v-vote for Chris
(Mum mum mum mah)
V-v-v-vote for Chris, v-v-vote for Chris
(Mum mum mum mah

I will tell that Chris loves you, kiss and hug you
He’s not bluffin’ - Have a muffin
I'm not lying - Chris is stunning, and we’re up and running.
Just like a gem, we’ll run this school
Place you vote - ‘cause we still love you.
I promise this, promise this
Vote for Chris cause he’s marvellous.

Take a try
Take a try
You know you wanna, vote for Chris!
(Vote for Christopher and Jared)
Touch the sky
Touch the sky
You know you wanna, vote for Chris!
(Vote for Christopher and Jared)

Take a try
Take a try
You know you wanna, vote for Chris!
(Vote for Christopher and Jared)
Touch the sky
Touch the sky
You know you wanna, vote for Chris!
(Vote for Christopher and Jared)

V-v-v-vote for Chris, v-v-vote for Chris
(Mum mum mum mah)
V-v-v-vote for Chris, v-v-vote for Chris
(Mum mum mum mah

V-v-v-vote for Chris, v-v-vote for Chris
(Mum mum mum mah)
V-v-v-vote for Chris, V-V-VOTE FOR CHRIS

Presidancy speech.

Okay, so I seriously need every single reader to do this for me- NO EXCEPTION, I NEED THIS. All I want is a suggestion of how to end this thing. I've practically wrung my brain out over this, and I can't come up with anything. Ideas, anyone?

Please note the "Past, Present, Future" theme going here



Do you remember what it was like all those years ago? Think back, the first day of the seventh grade. The familiar walls and doors of the elementary where you had spent six years working your way to the top suddenly gone, replaced with lockers heavy textbooks, and people who were way bigger than you absolutely everywhere?
But you survived. If you're like me, you still aren't sure how, but you've made it as far as you have. Through homework, late nights, basketball games and all the drama, you made it.
And trust me, things only get better from here.
For those of you in high school already, I think we can all agree that this last year has been a pretty great one. High-energy pep rallies, some genuinely creative dances and activities that I think were a fantastic job on the part of the current student council.
But there's a kicker in this: It could be even better.
The biggest difference between Quincee Hoy and myself is this- This winter, she was on the basketball team, down on the court, making passes, scoring baskets, and making our town proud, cheering for the team. I, however was in the back of the stands, trombone in hand, waiting for a pause in the game so I could make a little noise to support the girls... and really, that's what I'm about in a nutshell.
It is not about the accomplishments or ideas of myself or the student council for presidency. The way I want things to be, we're just the ones to make the things you want to see real. I am the catalyst to your thoughts, and I will not give up on this promise.
Remember when we couldn't have a talent show this year? Some of us were kind of upset over that, we wanted to be able to showcase what we could do to the school. If this were my doing, I would have set up a stage on my own time, worked power, sound, accommodations, whatever it takes. For me, it's about going out of my way to give you the high school year that you always wished you could have.

Walking Disaster

Good intentions are only half of the battle. The latter part is the actual execution, and I seem to have a poor track record in this part, with one disastrous happening after another, all inflict due to my (in)action.
I hate being destructive. I try my best. I really do. I'm just... fated for destruction, it seems. At this rate, I'll be dead by 25.

On a totally unrelated note, I have no inspiration for writing, or ideas for what to write. Ideas, anyone? Something wacky, or unconventional. I'm really happy with how Miserabelia turned out.

*sigh* I need a vacation or something... 41 days, darling.

Adventure Always

Used to be one of the rotten ones,
And I liked you for that.

I miss mischief... my little bit of Southern heat. What happened to hot nights, relaxing days, adventure around every corner, and disaster and trouble nowhere to be found?

I need a little romance in my life.
44 days... Adventure, always