Slam Poetry: Take 1

If you don't know what slam poetry is (like me about thirty minutes ago) here's a link that explains it: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Poetry_slam. It's kind of like rap.

So, heres my first attempt at slam poerty:

I’ve only done this,

To prove I’m not redundant

In a society of movers and shakers

Lover and haters.

I’m just a cliché teenager.

Wanting you to see,

That this is me,

In front of you.

So, just do what you have to.

Paint me up,

Paint me down,

So I can fit in with your crowd.

I’m just a cliché teenager.

"Don't Take This the Wrong Way, But...": Compliments I don't like, therefore they are bad.

It's not that I don't appreciate the sincerity behind this compliments, it just that sometimes I think that they could be taking the wrong way, and sometimes for weird reasons they hurt my feelings just a wee bit.

The first one is, "your so skinny, you could use some food in you." I don't like this compliment because it implies that I don't eat, and that I need to change myself.

"Ah, you're so nice," and/or "you're so perfect," I don't like these ones, because I'm not perfectly nice, I make mistakes. I know that it shouldn't make me feel this way, but it makes me feel bad for making mistakes. It makes me feel like the person saying it thinks that I'm perfect, and since I'm not, I should be.

"You're so tall you should be a model," this one upsets me, because I looked in to it, and in reality, I am in no means tall enough for stick skinny enough to be a model. And, I like myself the way I am, so I'm not planing on starving myself anytime the near future.

Looking back on these, I sound pretty mean. Please keep in mind that I'm not trying to hurt anyones feelings, or be rude, and I'm sorry if this article makes you offended.:)

I Diversity Really is the "spice of life": A little change can always do good.

Do you ever have those moments when life just feels like a music track playing over and over again, like it's became an every day routine? I get that way sometimes. I get stuck in a little pattern, of getting up, going to school, coming home. It just gets so frustrating sometimes.

Those are the moments when I decide to do something crazy. Something I wouldn't normal do. You know, spice things up. Some times when I'm walking home I'll run through the streets screaming, or other times I'll just burst out it song. Anything to make life abnormal, because abnormal is the best way to be.

Soft Skeleton: Tragic free write, don't worry it's fiction

Once again, I am doing a free write with a few lines from one of my favorite songs.
It's called Soft Skeleton by Anberlin (My favorite band ever! <3)
Here's a link to the song:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iuv6aehPnbA

"When the light starts to burn, and the pain returns.

I just wish that I could heal the hurt you feel tonight.

There's life in your veins. These needles are chains to hold you down.

How can you expect to win this war if you're too afraid to fight?"

She'll be so suprized! I think excitedly as I shift the heavy package in my hands searching for my appartment key. It's my roommate Katie's 20th birthday. She probably thinks I forgot about it, but on the way home I picked her up a cake, and a movie. It's her favorite movie. Frustrated, I deside to resort to knocking. The house remains quiet, disturbingly quiet. I knock again. Bam, bam, bam. And, reassure myself, Katie's just sleeping.

"Katie? Can you come open the door? I don't have enough hands to get out my key."

I half-shriek frantically. I don't know why I'm so paranoid. Katie's just inside watching t.v., and can't hear me...right?

Knocking once more, I get the gut feeling that something isn't right. Hastily, I drop the cake box on the porch, and with shaking hands, locate my key chain. My vision tunnels, making it hard to get the key in the door, but I'm successful after a couple attempts.

The air is cold and stiff inside the house. Now, I know my gut feeling is right.

The house lackes life, and light. A light muffled sound came from the t.v. room. Rushing in, I saw the blue television light illuminating a limp figure laying on the carpet.

"Oh gosh, oh gosh, oh gosh..." I repeat to my self in breathy whispers. She told me she was clean, all these thoughts begin to shoot through my head, I drove her to the methadone clinic last week, I watched her throw it all out, this can't behappening.

I kneel down next to her. Everything checks out for an overdose. Why? Katie why did you relapse? You told me you were ok. 

I run over to the phone, and dial 911. My hands are shaking, and tears begin to swell in my eyes. No matter how many times I have done this, it never gets routine, never normal, just painful.

"Just Can't Hide This Feelin' Anymore": Be a Dork For What You Love

Be a dork for what you love! Do what you want, and don't fear peoples judgement. Everyone has their own little quirks. That's what makes us all so different.

It's sad seeing a person who hidea their rtrue feelings for something because they don't think it's popular. I say: if you like to l.a.r.p. in your free time, go ahead. If you like to collect rocks, go ahead. Etc.

I try to always stay true to who I am (not always perfect at it). I'm pretty eccentric, and I think that's one of my best traits. Here's a list of all the "uncool" things I like to do/think:

1.  I keep a list of all the books I've ever read.
2. I think that playing dugeons and dragons could be pretty interesting.
3. The Zelda theme makes me happy.
4. Going to the library makes me happy.
5. I watch anime

Ok, that's a pretty short list, but I could go on for hours.

Charactor Developement: Myself?

So I was working on my book I'm writing, doing some charactor developement, and I thought I should do that for myself.

Fifteen years old. Blond hair, blues eyes. Some people think she's funny. Has probablems with comparing herself with her older sister. She resents that B she got on her report card last semester. Likes to think that she is a good singer, in truth she is average. Likes to draw. Puts to much salt on her food. Tall, and skinny. Can eat what ever and stay the same size. Likes to show off her bicep muscles, and doesn't know why that annoys people. Doesn't know how to comfort people in moments of distress. One of her eyebrows has a calic, that makes it's hair stick up. She doesn't like the bags under her eyes. She is suprisingly shallow about one thing, height. She will never date someone shorter then her. She turns into a moody-monster when she is hungry. She doesn't know what she wants to be when you grows up, but she knows that she wants to be a mother and wife. She has planned out all of her children's names, and is shockingly determined to have an even number of two boys and two girls. She is confused and disturbed when other girls go as far as to desire a certain order to their children. Example: people saying that they want a boy first then a girl, then a girl, then a very. That disturbs her. She likes to post on a blog that has one follower, and no readers but herself. She hates having her nails painted. She has lived a suprisingly sheltered life.

My New Obsession: Don't worry, I'll limit it to ten this time

1. Costco Muffins (Perferrably chocolate)
2. Guys with natural black hair and green eyes
3. Pesto on bow tie pasta
4. Law and Order SVU
5. Pretty Little Liars (can't wait for next episode!)
6. Stardoll.com (My username is ll_lawl_ll)
7. Cheez-its (the best things ever)
8. Chocolate milk (I could live off this stuff.)
9. Anberlin (Best band ever, I literally am in love with them.)
10. Working Out (Whooo! Courthouse!)

Looking at my favorites your probably thinking, "Oh then she would love a costco muffin, pesto, bow tie pasta, cheez-it, chocolate milk milkshake, to eat while she works out and watches Law and Order SVU!"

The answer is: no. I would not like.