tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34644652510189439632024-02-20T02:11:28.799-08:00Thoughts seeping from a forgotten heartThe Woeld is simply passing by no slower for one man no mercy it has it rath will strik us allThe Unknownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11740945490264529394noreply@blogger.comBlogger96125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464465251018943963.post-32936521999685246682010-03-19T20:52:00.000-07:002010-03-19T20:54:50.567-07:00IF you knew what i ahve been though <br />Your tune woudl change<br />If you knew waht i have felt <br />YOu tune would change<br />If you knew waht i ahve seen<br />Your tune owuld change<br />If you know what i have heard <br />YOu tune would change<br />If you know me <br />YOur tune owuld change<br />But know nothing<br /> You do not know me <br />YOu see me in the light<br />But not in thesering darkness of night<br />YOu see my in groups <br />But oyus e eme not alone<br />You see me in happenis <br />But you see me not in pain<br />If you knoew<br />Your tune woudl changeThe Unknownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11740945490264529394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464465251018943963.post-18754075416487033482010-01-14T09:54:00.001-08:002010-01-14T09:54:10.853-08:00Intro :<br />Three novlas: The Joy luck Club- Amy Tan<br /> The Kite Runner – Khaled Hosseini <br /> Looking for Alaska- John Green <br />Subject Ill be using for the easy <br /> An-mei Hsu<br /> Amir <br />Alaska <br /> Occasions: Promted each writer<br />PArints were imigrante witchw as the larger occasion. The immeda occasion though was her trip to china with her mothere.<br />For John Green the larger occaiosn was like Tan the exparins beignt he same as his charicters He like milles didi livein Florida and went to a Borading school in Alabama. The immeadat occasion tough was his work at a Children’s Hospital.<br />The larger occastion for Khaled Hossein is him experinse almost the same sitation as his charter Amir. The immead occasiotn though is going back to his homeland/ <br />Autheres: Alll of thease autheres have experienced completely opposite things different time peoids different situations and completely different novals. Yet each one of thease autheres shows a noval with charters wanting to turn there back on the past and forget what has happened <br />Thesis: In all three novels, The Joy Luck Club, Looking for Alaska, and The Kite Runner. The author gives one or more charters in the novel a past that they wish not to remember or relive and so they shove it away as a way to deal with it. <br />P 1: The Joy Luck Club <br /> Ts: In the Joy Luck Club the charter An-mei Hsu chooses and is semi forced to forget her past.<br />Quot 1: “When I was a young girl in Chine, my grandmother told me my mother was a ghost”(42). This is her grandmother alsmot telling her to forget her mothere<br />Quot 2: “I knew Popo wanted me to forget my mothere on purpose, and this is how I came to rember nothing of her”(42). <br />Ex 1: She movies to Amarica and escapes her past and all the hurt that waent with it.<br />EX 2:When Bing died she forgot her faith. The continuation of her insteld forgetting follows her all the way to Amarica and how she deals with the hurt. <br />Speaker” An-Hsu <br />Tone: Hurt <br />Clincher: An-Hsu turns her back to a world that hurt her and coause her pain with ther first instanced of forced forgetting to her als inconter off it with the losose of her sone An- Hsue uses forgetting to cop with her hurt<br /><br />P2: <br />TS: Just like in the Joy Luck Clup Amir in The Kite Runner uses forgetting as a way to cop with the pain and gilt her felt as a child leacing Hamer in the allie. <br />Quot 1: “I bit at my fist. Shut my eyes”(72). This is his first isntes of forgetign the act of turning his back so he dose not have to rember. <br />Quot 2: “And that is the closes me and Hassan ever came to discussing what has hpapend in that ally”(78). He never talked aobut he he shoes to never speak it to forget it as if it wold not be real if it was never said.<br />Ex1: He nere menchend the insidend to any one till he was much much older. He was trying to gfroget trying to leace it all behind<br /> Ex 2: even though he had Family in Pakistna he never wnt bback. He wanted to stay as far away to forget everthing and anything that hpapend in Pakistan. <br />Speaker Amir<br />Tone: Angrey at himself. <br />CL;incher. In The Kiter Runner Amir tied to find a way to forget his past and the pain and gult her felt with it by never speking it and closeoing heis eyes to it leartly and in a figurative maner. <br /><br />P3. <br />TS: Like Amir Alask In Looking for Alaska tried to forget what she ahd done and what she saw as her falt. <br />Quot 1: “ Yeah I wasa alittle kid little kidas can diel 911”(118). This shows how alska wish to forget but she enver truly has the abilty to forget. She holds a grude agenst her se;f. <br />Quot2:””Why didn’t you ever tell me?”…. “It never came up”(120). This shows aslaks trying to forget the pain the hurt by not talking just like Amir if it wants talked aobut it didn’t happe. <br />Ex: Alaska never spoke aobut the sinsident untily she was very very drunk she wanted to forget the pain and guilt vbut she never could escap iot.<br />Ex: Alask drawned her pain in the drinking she did it was a nother method to her of tring to forget.<br />Speakcer: Pudge<br />Tone: Serching for ansers<br />Clincher: In Looking for Alaska tryes to make it so she dosnt have to rember what hpapend to her mom what she feals she didi to her mom. Alaska like Amire hold a s burdona burodn of guilt that she wish to forget. <br /><br />Conclusion<br />THieses: In all three novels, The Joy Luck Club, Looking for Alaska, and The Kite Runner. The author gives one or more charters in the novel a past that they wish not to remember or relive and so they shove it away as a way to deal with it.<br />Puirpose: Its human anateure for people to want to forget what hurts in all three of thease novals the charter is looking for some way to make it not hurt, but in all thre novals the authere wether it be Tan, Hossien or even Green protrats someone who is looking to forget butalways sems to rember. The authere is almost tells the readerthat the past is to important to forget and tyou never can forget it. <br />ASudince. In all three of thiease nocal the authere is speking to the purson who want tos to frget wether it be an imigraten, a bad fribned, or even jsuta teenage girl. <br />KLast seentince: In all the noval: The Joy Luck Club, The Kite Runner, or Looking for Alaska the auther portras charter who wish to forget the past that amdie thenm and the things that shppeappedn them. But as each noval shows the past has a way of finding them. All three books show the past makes the charters. The charictors don’t make that past.The Unknownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11740945490264529394noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464465251018943963.post-36889097239050788572010-01-11T19:11:00.000-08:002010-01-11T19:17:09.033-08:00You know why i tlel people not to appoligis. Couase it dosnt matter. THey will do the exact soemthing to me tommarow. SO why why sohuld they apoligs wahts the piont if youre jsut goignot do it agne tomamrow does that relay mean there truly sorry? People appoligis but can they relay mena it wehn day after day they do the same thing to me? Oh and pet peve dani i sitll love you like im the one who did soemtihng wrong. Like crap you still love me dont give my that you dont care aoubt me you dont love me. YOu treat me like crap like dirt like the skum of the earth and thne you aks me how are you soopst o trust me? I go though th same thing ever single day with you. HAy cani can you help me with osmeinth sure what is is you rtlel me your problum thne no matte rhwat i say its wrong. YOu get pissie. THne i get pissed ocuse im tired of all this friken crap. thne dani isitll love you. <br />Dont tle me you lvoe me <br />Dont tell me sorry <br />Dont tlel me you care <br />Beocues you ont <br />I see it in ur eyes<br />YOu dont look out for me <br />YOu dont carea obut me <br />YOu lvoe not waht i am <br />But what you maid me <br />You only look out for oyu<br />Adn i am in the cold <br />Alone <br />THe rian poring donw on me <br />COisue im always holding the unbral for soemone els<br />And you have ripped it fomr my hands <br />So i slowly die aorund you <br />And all oyu can say is <br />I have done wrong <br />THne you care <br />aDns till love me <br />You never loved me <br />YOu never cares aoubt me <br />OYu cared aoubt you <br />Adn you loved waht yoi maid me <br />Not who i am <br />So stop appoligs <br />Stop fakeing caring <br />ADn stop loving the fake <br />Beocuse i know the truthThe Unknownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11740945490264529394noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464465251018943963.post-46825039275910947862009-09-27T19:59:00.000-07:002009-09-27T20:08:43.057-07:00I see <br />You tihnk i dont <br />But i do <br />I see everthing you dont wna t me to <br />I knwo the things you wish ididnt know <br />I dont try <br />I jsut do <br />I see it in ypur eyes<br />I see thos moments when you want to hit me <br />I see the moments you jstuw antt o tell me <br />I see the momsent you jstu want tme to hold you <br />And truth be todl i wish you wodl sjtu say <br />I wish you owuld jsut hit mw <br />I wiahs you owuld get angree with me <br />I wish you owuld hit me and be angree with me <br />I wish you would <br />Truth be told i jsut wishy ou owuld tell me <br />THat oyu odnt wantot ltk<br />THat you cont truths me <br />THat you dont want to <br />THat you cant <br />TRuth be told i jsut want you to jsut ahnd g on to me <br />Truth be told i would jsut hold you <br />TRuth ebe todl soem nights i widh you were there <br />Beocuse sotmesim its nice to know someone esl is there<br />Somtesim i jsut want to lay my head on you <br />And sjtu stay thre<br />somedays iwish to jstu b ehled <br />Some days i wihs to cry <br />but non shall happen <br />Nothing will happend <br />For i am me <br />I no longer cry<br />I know btter then to want <br />I knwo better thne to wish <br />So tongiht i do not wish <br />I do not hope for <br />And i knw my wants will never be true<br />I knwo btter thne that<br />And iknwo me <br />And i know that thi i is how it will always beThe Unknownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11740945490264529394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464465251018943963.post-60342623243475850642009-09-02T19:25:00.000-07:002009-09-05T17:48:11.612-07:00Hay Lindsey whats up? Jordan snaswerd tthe phone noshilantly as she usly did whenit was slindsey<br />Jordan can yo get ove rher please Jordans vioce was frnatice she was panting osmething was up<br />Whats wrong? JOrnda askeds as seh grabed her keys adn andliscens <br />He's back and its jsut me and Oliva home. He ahd beomce the ganrica term they used for Lindseys father. THey had deammed hum unwrothey of haveing a real name <br />Im coming stay on the line with me. Jorndne jmped into her car and sped out of her naberhood. <br />What hpapend? <br />I dont know he jsut showed up im sure he is drunk and started paining on the door when i woudnt tlet ihm in he got nagree i sent olive to go hid i dont wnat....<br />Im coming donw owrry il be ther Jorans words wore smother by ablood curtiling screma that cnm formt he other line<br />Lindsey Linsds THe last thin g Jornd herd was Lindsey fomsrmning thne the line went dead. Jornda dropeed the phone and put the speed on as her speed toped well over 60 down the abandend back rodes Jornda edrenlin begna to rtush <br /><br />Jordna pulled into the nabords drive way and walked over to Lindsys hosue the fornt door houd bene kidked in and now was swung open. Jordna oculd her screming comeing form the back room of the hosue ans she tunred the ocrner. she cought osemithng in her preful vision it was olive seh was lating on the grund. <br />Olive olive jordna wisperd as she chekced for a pulse <br />Jordna olive siad as she orled over nad grapeed the girl aroudn the neck <br />Lisnte to me cna you walk? Olive shookc her head yes <br />MY car s in you;re nabers drive way you go voe ther lock the dorrs the only reosn you will unlick theos doors is for you;re sisre or me for no other reson will you get out of that car you understn ? Oliva nodded andjornd ahanded her the keys <br />Go <br />Jordan could still her the screaming comeing fomr the bkac room as she walked she could see drops of blood on the floor a fist makr in the was and scuff makrs alone the walls and flors. With ever step her adrenil rose. Her heart rced and the screams becmae louder. THe door was ckraked unuf for Jordna to see into the tom she sawth e bkac of a man and a lindse fase has his fist am doen on her her fasede was no longer hers as she was barly regnisalbe fomrth ebrusoing an d welling that now over wlemed her/ JHornda dinst hesit tat jordan dint think she ran throgh the cracked foor and body slammed Him agenst the wall as he slip down the wal jordn bounced of. Lindsw was crumbled up on the bed there were slash makr on her arms and blood comeing fmor ehr face. <br />Linds Lindsy Linds barly mubmled a hum. <br />Lindsy Lindsy . <br />Jordna <br />I otld you i was ocmeing <br />Jornda oculd her the gurmbling of him beinhd her and could tlel he was beign o stand <br />Listen i know this is going ot b e hard but i need you to try and amke it to my car it s in ur nabors drive way<br />No no im not going to leave you <br />PLease Lindsy do this for me <br />Hum <br />Lisey please <br />OK, Lindasy stumbled up and walked as if she hadmore alcohol thne any one could possible consum Jordan could tell she was stumbling donw the hlal way but she herd the front fdoor open so she new that lindsy was safe for now. Jordan tunred and jsut as she spoted him her face cought the edge of his left hook <br />Uou are a little he mumerd the rest Jordna foudn her self on the ground and jsut as he was apout to step on her she rolled to the left as he lsot his balince<br />look im not looking for a fight Jordan words wore usles as he stamerd back to his feat and took another swing at her this time she retunr it with one solid punch to the kidney, it angerd him he slammed jordan agenst the walll into a mero that crush agnest ehr back <br />I dont like it when people dont play nice his slerd words came out jordna ducked beeneth another punch adn turned around him he swiftly doged a punch she was dielrding smsashing her ahand into the now blorken merer she felt no pain though as her hole boddy felt the edrenlin serging her. Jordan took one nicle placed kick and he tumbled to the ground jordna new this might be her only chance as she stager down the halw way to the door but she herd the heave foot steps behind ehr and trunred to meat the decvil him self who ahd picked up a bat and took one hard blow to jordna s kneee. Befor she new what was happend she was on the groun nad he had jumped ontop of her she felt a sharp stap to her stomic <br />You're all alike.... he said horsley with a mosk of bear and wiskey on his breath... Ill teahc toy ut he smae lest i taught her. He brought his face in close to her and seh took one good lung of her head forword. She had nocked of his balnice and squrmed her self out for under neth him as eh was rising jornd otook on last good kick and he laid on the ground motinless. Jornad amitly brought a hadn to jhis nekc one tht she now sough was bloode stained to hcek that his ouldse was thstill there. Jornda mind rusheed and thne she remberd Lindsy nad olive jornda raced out fo the house but ehr right leg jsut woudnt move the way shee need it to. As she approched her car she could see that tew girls olive pwoling adn linds holding ehr in her arms.........................The Unknownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11740945490264529394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464465251018943963.post-78407606993957036852009-08-28T20:24:00.000-07:002009-08-28T20:33:25.989-07:00Do you see the woman<br />Sitting 2 rowes from the front <br />With the mkae up <br />Coverin the black eye He gave her last night <br />And d yo see the man of to the left side <br />hiss eyesy use to shine <br />but now they just show <br />THe hang over fromt he night befor <br /><br />THeare are our people <br />There the ones who ahve the mask <br />plaster agenst there face<br />So last take thme in Lets raise thme up <br />And lets show the Gods grae inthis place<br /><br />Do you see the girl <br />With the blonda hair <br />Mom and dad divered and she rember it all <br />Now she noy even shere God exits <br />And what abotu that teenager nect to her <br />Wopuld you boleve she's tihnk aoubt tkae her life <br /><br />THeare are our people <br />There the ones who ahve the mask <br />plaster agenst there face<br />So last take thme in Lets raise thme up <br />And lets show the Gods grae inthis place<br /><br />Theres the collige frate boy <br />Who jsut a weke ago <br />hAd his friend die in his arms <br />After a car reck <br />Adnt her a mother whos son took his own life <br />SHe dosnt know whare she went wrong <br /><br />THeare are our people <br />There the ones who ahve the mask <br />plaster agenst there face<br />So last take thme in Lets raise thme up <br />And show thme Gods grace<br /><br />what happend to us <br />what happend to this place <br />now we hold the mask firm <br />firm to our face <br />And we ownt let no one in <br />Ho no we wont let no one in <br /><br />But<br />THeare are our people <br />There the ones who ahve the mask <br />plaster agenst there face<br />So last take thme in Lets raise thme up <br />And show thme Gods grace<br /><br />HO elts ripe of the maks <br />FO society <br />stop playingt he fack smile <br />Adn be who were made to be <br /><br />SOOOOOO<br />THeare are our people <br />There the ones who ahve the mask <br />plaster agenst there face<br />So last take thme in Lets raise thme up <br />And show thme Gods grace<br /><br />OH <br />And show thme Gods graceThe Unknownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11740945490264529394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464465251018943963.post-71015982143769393282009-08-21T22:08:00.000-07:002009-08-21T22:30:27.655-07:00MY dear childCome her my child <br />Come sit in my shadow <br />Let the sun beat donw on our backs<br />LEt us smeell the freshley cut gras <br />And let me tell you a store <br />As you lay you're head gentley agnest me<br />For theres seomthing you dont know <br />Sometihng that you havent heard <br />Soemithng you havet seen in this dark place you;re in <br />A secret that has been hididng fomr you;re eyes <br />But my child today <br />Among the blosuming trease <br />Adn the sweat sweat lilles <br />With the sun beating down on us <br />And the smeell of freshley cut grass <br />Adn with you;re head gently agnest me <br />I will share it with you <br />I will tell you the secret you never knew<br />THe one that might not hlep you <br />But the one that keep s others going <br />THe one that tells the truth aoubt love <br />And gives the aswer to smoe questiona <br />And couse even more <br />My child i wissh to tell you <br />THat i wish to tkae all the pain in the world fomr you <br />I iwsh to take the pain i i cna see in you;re body <br />That frail body fo you;re <br />THe one i can see that ahs becoem weak <br />I care o take that pain fomr you my child <br />I want to wrap mya rms around you hold you close <br />And take it fomr you all of it <br />I wnat the pain you have to disaper<br />If you are stnading clos to death door <br />Let me through you to lifes door<br />ELt me statr death in the eyes for you <br />Dor my child <br />My dear sweayt child <br />As we sit hear uming the singing birds <br />Amoung the bue sky <br />With the trees blusming <br />Ans ther liles lising to our secret words <br />Withe the sun beating down on use <br />Adn the smell of freshily cut grass lingering umung us <br />I tlel you iths <br />My dear child <br />I lvoe you <br />I love you like icna not telll you <br />I wnat to take all pain fomr you <br />bEocues my sweat child i wish tou to be happy<br />I wish to see you fly with he brids<br />CFor you; eyes to twinkal like the big blue sky <br />Fro you to climb umung the blusums fo the treees<br />And for you to share you;re gigles with the lilies that will alwasy listne in <br />My child coem here<br />LAy you;re head in my lap <br />LEt me strok you;re hear softley <br />ELt me tell you the secrets that you sohudl hear <br />THat i would lvoe to take all th pain fomr you <br />THat i want o see you hpappe <br />THat i woudl give anyitnhgh for you my child <br />Adn this all becosue i lveo you <br />ear sweat child <br />One day yu and i <br />We shall not sit with the birds singing aroudn us<br />One day my dear shild <br />WE shall not sit bunethe the blue sky <br />Or amonng the closuming tress <br />We my dear shild <br />We will not have the sun beat down on use<br />Shall not share are secrets with the lilleis slsitnig in<br />Adn the senct fo the freshily cut grase will be forgotn fomr you;re midn <br />For my dear child <br />One day you will cly of <br />You will fallow the path that God has set fory ou <br />And my dear child liek al grate things <br />Oh child do not cry <br />One day my dear child i will hold you agne<br />We shall sit agne umung the sing birds chiping butful hims <br />Umung the blosming treas that never die <br />We shall have the Son smile down on us <br />We shall sit bunthe the blues sky that seams to never tunr gray<br />And we my child <br />Shalll share are secrest among the lillies that never semem to droup<br />And my child will will smels the sweat sweat smelel of newly cut grass and it wlll never be forgten domfr our mind<br />But today my dear child as we siter her <br />As you lean agenst em so gently <br />And I anrap you in my hold <br />I wish for th epain you feal to be tkae formy ou <br />I pray for you;re happins to come unuf for you toe rember waht it is <br />But to always apreatit it <br />And i pray that you;re hart will filll with love <br />Like the love i see you so frelly give away <br />Now my shild lay agenst em so doftly as you so <br />LEt the birds sing amung us<br />LEt the sun beat donw on us <br />LEt us sit amoung the tress that are blosuming <br />Luet us sit benth the blue sky<br />Let us tell our secrest with the lilleys listing in <br />And lsitne to my voice <br />Telling you the things i wish you to know <br />THe secreats i want you to know <br />And let us be <br />For now let us jsut beThe Unknownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11740945490264529394noreply@blogger.com230tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464465251018943963.post-58122153223381580002009-08-07T23:32:00.000-07:002009-08-07T23:36:56.370-07:00I sohuld tell you i sohuld tell youEver wish you coudl say waht you need to <br />see ei find my self hiding <br />hididng all emtion all fealling <br />I hide anytihng that mkes me human<br />I dont wnat ot ltkato people so idont <br />Im sure if wiant edt o tlak <br />THere are plentey around to talk ot<br />But i dont wna t to <br />I wnat to stay whare i am contant <br />In a world whare i tell my self that it iwll be ok<br />And i make my self feal better <br />In a place i nthkim safe <br />But realy i make tihngs wrse<br />See imade a mworld for my self <br />Whare i ahve control <br />THere are things i cnat aviod thoguh <br />Like the fact that i feal physical pain <br />Im jsut cures as how i was walking wrong for so lpong and no dr ever noticed<br />Now i ahve to cortrrect it <br />MAn im use to that <br />Fixiing my mistaxes <br />I make thos alot <br />I jsut wish people would stop lblaming them self <br />If iwant to talk i will <br />Boelve me im harde head unuf that you cant stop me <br />But i dont wnat to so wontThe Unknownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11740945490264529394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464465251018943963.post-14656286822017198032009-08-06T23:07:00.000-07:002009-08-06T23:12:11.651-07:00I knew it would happen<br />I wished that for once i oculd domsoenitf wrifht<br />and it didint happen<br />i saw my serlf driving on sunday <br />but no not any more <br />i failed thats all ther is to it<br />I made a stupid stupid mistake and i cant bolev ei did that <br />I was stupid <br />and itotice<br />Im an ideat <br />Adn i cant boelve that i did sucha thing <br />I got cokey <br />I sohuld hav eknow<br />Now ido ill fial next wekke two i know that much <br />Im not trong unuf<br />I msmart unuf to knwo that<br />No one souhld say idnfnret <br />cosue illl fight thme to the death <br />not sure why im evne tryign out <br />but i am <br />i lvoe soccer<br />but know that th last time i tepped on a field and last itme ill ever step on a field was psa<br />Tired <br />Tired of me <br />Tired of failing <br />Tired fo life <br />wont kaw the play <br />LEt add that to the lsit<br />Wish i coudl do better<br />But cant <br />Live a pathtic life<br />Am patheticThe Unknownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11740945490264529394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464465251018943963.post-81042165127859748472009-08-04T23:53:00.000-07:002009-08-04T23:55:47.538-07:00i sit alone <br />on aw et deack <br />and its 3 am <br />and iv;e done it agne <br />what ienver wanted to do <br /><br />cose its 3 am <br />and i messesd up agne <br />did tthe wrong thing once more <br />and i dont know waht to do <br />cosue im such a mess <br />and its 3 am <br /><br />i made you insicre<br />i made you feal unsafe <br />adn i never inted to <br />but its 3 am <br />and i find my self in this place agne <br /><br />cose its 3 am <br />and i messesd up agne <br />did tthe wrong thing once more <br />and i dont know waht to do <br />cosue im such a mess <br />and its 3 am <br /><br />im jsut a screw iup <br />someone who will never do wright <br />and i cnat be who is needed <br />and i cant od what tneeds to be done <br /><br />cose its 3 am <br />and i messesd up agne <br />did tthe wrong thing once more <br />and i dont know waht to do <br />cosue im such a mess <br />and its 3 amThe Unknownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11740945490264529394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464465251018943963.post-66119717890554491612009-07-24T22:57:00.000-07:002009-07-24T23:02:40.625-07:00i found my self wish <br />Tongiht wishing <br />No not that the nail polishw as gone <br />And no not that i woudt ahve to whare the dress tommarow<br />I was wish to be with you <br />TO hold you <br />To make you feal safe<br />So that you could know someone one cares<br />So you knew that some one loved you<br />So you would jsut feall somne next tot you \<br />So oyu would know you're not alone <br />SO mabby you could feal a little help <br />So you could cry<br />So you didnt ahve to hold back<br />So you woudnt have to be strong <br />So you could be you <br />And not be ashamed<br />So mabbey jsuy mabby you could be ok <br />But hay<br />Im jsut dreaming <br />Hay im jsut wishing <br />Hay im sut meThe Unknownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11740945490264529394noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464465251018943963.post-80454370037447852982009-07-22T22:32:00.000-07:002009-07-22T22:52:08.091-07:00the anger boiles in my hands<br />The heat rases to my face<br />IT turns strawbarey read<br />I can feall the anger sepping in <br />But then like a sleghammer i drop the waight <br />I smuther the anger <br />I smuther the pain <br />I give it not another chance t o breath <br />I stuf it in a weat sogey emptey box<br />And stack ot in the dark dingery <br />Oh so ful basment of a hind part of me <br />Agenst a walll <br />With so meany boxes<br />All Lappeld <br />In slopey wright <br />Date offense <br />Anger leavel<br />THere they stay slowly bieng smother <br />Mokre and more ever day<br />Till one day <br />THe boxes have had unuf<br />A bomb goes of<br />The top is blown <br />And the anger erupts<br />The rom comes yto a crumbingling pille<br />And caos sinks in <br />THe strawbary read retunrns to my face <br />My fits clench <br />I feall the explose <br />ADn i explode<br />Im oof im gone <br />Ever offense that i;ve commited<br />ever tiem i;ve been yelled at <br />Ever angrey word said agenst me <br />TIs all out <br />THen the dust setels<br />THe air clears <br />THe boxs the rom in runes <br />Slowley <br />I reabuld the romo<br />Brick by brick <br />To keep out of sight of any onewho might see<br />I hid it away <br />Hopeful to never see another day<br />Hopeful for eo one to ever seeThe Unknownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11740945490264529394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464465251018943963.post-59659948319417940212009-07-18T21:38:00.000-07:002009-07-18T21:51:10.277-07:00Everever looked at the world?<br /> ever jsut stoped and taken a view?<br />Ever looked bast the mask of people?<br />Ever stopedboelving ther im ok lies?<br />Ever sene morein there eyes?<br />Ever walked past siome one and seen the pain?<br />Ever felt ther hurt?<br />Ever spent a late night careing for a friend?<br />Ever knwo what its liekto fell hepless doignthe only tihng you cna do ?<br />Ever feal like you have ntohing mroe to offer?<br />Ever wish you could give anything everthing?<br />but cnat fined anything mroe?<br />Ever Find ur slef wishing to trade placeswith af rined to take ther pain?<br />Ever wonder if you;re doignt he write thing?<br />Ever wish you had more answers?<br />Ever find you;re self so wrapped up with a friend you cna almost fella ther pain?<br />Ever find ou;re self looking into osmeone eyees knwonig that ther answer si un true?<br />Ever wanted to show soemone thetruth?<br />Ever wish you knew how?<br />Ever find you;re self doing soemtihng you never expected?<br />Ever find you;re self holding soemone jst so you knwo there safe?<br />Ever wished you could hold on to soemone to protect thme fomrt he world?<br />Ever held soemone jsut so they knew someone was there?<br />EVer?The Unknownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11740945490264529394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464465251018943963.post-6327189837280317052009-07-16T14:48:00.000-07:002009-07-16T14:59:47.633-07:00Did you know today<br />I sat on the deck <br />Sander in my hand <br />With my mind racing <br />Did you know today <br />I wanted to call of hanging with my friend <br />Did you know today<br />I almost burts out in tears<br />Did you know to day <br />THat suicid hit my mind once agen<br />Did you know today <br />THat i felt like a falure <br />Did you know today <br />That i really jsut want to be alone<br />Did you know today <br />I would love tocurl up in my bed<br />And enver coem out <br />Did you know today <br />i didnt want to get on the ocmputer <br />Csoeu i didint want nay one caring <br />Did you know today <br />I felt un loved <br />Did you know today <br />THat my stomic turn and mad me feal sick<br />Did you know today <br />THat i fell hopless<br />Did you know today<br />THat i know i;ve pulled away<br />Dd=i you know today <br />THat i dont feal confert<br />did ou know today <br />THat ever seens maine i;ve puleled away <br />ddi you know today<br />I let down ever one<br />Did you know today<br />I relised it didnt hurt <br />When you said you were leaveing <br />did you knwo today <br />I realsided ever one leves<br />Did you knwo today <br />I cant think of any one whos staid <br />Did ou know todat<br />I wish i could disaper <br />No i gues you did not <br />How would you <br />I didnt tell you <br />I guess <br />How could youThe Unknownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11740945490264529394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464465251018943963.post-4891760827788519702009-07-09T21:05:00.000-07:002009-07-09T21:12:37.356-07:00you wnat to knw waht i want to say to you her it is miss thinkgs she cna get mt eo to say waht she wants so she donst get made and me and we cna have this perfect litlte friendship <br /><br />I nwa tto say the only reson you are askign me is so that ill say idont want her to stay ether so that to oyu it cna be jsutified so oyu hcna feal like it sall wright by saying oh yeah thats waht dani tihnks to./ Well gues waht im not you;re little pupet<br />i woant let you play me in you;re hand i no longer bend to youre will i iwll not tdo waht you wnat ot avod i fight you want to fight me go ahead jsut know that if isay waht im ithnknig you will not be ablet o respond. Ogh and by the way donyt you dare ever ever ever agen say that you know whats going oion in my head and ylellign me wha tim saying isnt true cosue guess hwat kido you dont you have no diea what s going o in my head guess what tou dont ha ha ha you know waht you are sitll easy to read and me well i;ve shut down turnted out the light when yuoi;re angere y you;ite angree whan you;re sad you;re sad not to hard. But you know what i wont give you the satifaciton of mee yelling at you you wna totknw waht ha ha ha? beouce thne you will jsut ahve an toher things to wright on you;re blog aoubt this or that and how i am sucha bad frin dnad abnading you what ever you knw waht what estinkni eve ri dont give an sitnkni carea ny more you want to fit bm e bring it on one punch nad i got you down nice try younging nice rtry mabby tomaor or ambby come bka cin a yearThe Unknownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11740945490264529394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464465251018943963.post-68559164970746607292009-07-06T22:02:00.000-07:002009-07-06T22:21:51.102-07:00Fake heroShe put on the cape once more. It choked ehr still But the fapric called her name ever morning as she rose with the sun. THe tight suiet that cover her body with the larg S in the fornt naow seems to almsot suffictat her. dry clean it next tiem she tohugh to her seldf. she went aobut ehr day She was ther hero. Some one fell Her rupper gloved hand that once protected ehr but now had ripes and tarts so that ehr hands were scraped with the messes ther her refuges ahve experinced. If somone needed to take a wa;k ther was thr hero once angen but the shooes that once protected ehr feat formt he beatend and painful trailes her refuges travedlw ere now beatne and taterd so that the sharp rokes and stons drew the blood of not only here victum but also ther hero. If some on was fdrownding it was ehr thatat saved thme. But the life jakect that once held her up as she brought in the refug now was taterd and worn and no longer kept ehr aflot. Her lungs would fill with watter and she woudl gasp her air as the watter took its vitum and allso a piece of the hero. If ther crows of the air were atking the hart of ehr regues ther hero steped in but the sheild that once protected ehr form the sharp ruthless beaks now awas rsed and had dents ion it so its consitns was that of sitn foil nad as she resuced ehr refuge also her heart ther birds rook with the knife like beeks and ther spike like clows. As the end f the day rolled aroudnth er hero foudn her suit barly fititng nay more as her body speleed fomr ther ruff hnads pionted rockes drownding watter and knife like bird beeks. The suot riped a litlte more each day and she could enver find ad a way to repber it fr ever nigh ther bed she lay exust with thoguhts filling ehr mind adn tongiht othugh the edge of a cliff she stood. the suet almsot falling of ehr dbody yot realve ther scared brused and broken body under neth. Tonghig she would jump as her blood foot sliped off the edge and as she was ready for the trokcs to take ther not so heroic hero. THe hand that had touched so meany plintes spikes piont andbene cut and priked now toched soemithng more soft as it cought one hadn thne the other. THe hand that were soft rapped thme self aroudn her heroos. Befor the heor new what was happeng she was standing on the top of the rock once agne .THe supper suit that she once help so dear as she saw it ehr place now was gone fomr ehr body not a shred lefyt leaving ehr exposed and naked to the holder of the soft hands. THe not so much her stood ashemds of the scared beaten brused aching pulsing bodey that had been so abused. Ashemd se turn trying to cover ever scare fo the body that semes more deformed fomr the missuse then acurit "THease would suit you;re purpos better" As the real hero hadned jeans and a t-shert to the once not so much hero. The eposed scares filled his eyes. He saw the abuse the not so much her had gone through as she gave everthing she ahd for othere never elatitng ehr self have a pieace. IT was time for ehr to find ehr place and as the cloths slip on she foudn ehr place in his arms rapepd in wormth As si strong arms engulfed ehr He ened no super sout to identife Him as ahero. THe red and blody hand he rappedn the half brokend and more scared thne actule skin feat he clenad and bandged THe lungs that were almsot sinking in her chest fmor the watter he escreted the water form. Adn the hear th at ahd bene turn in so meant direction it resembiled a mudbuble of red isnted of aheart he sawed. That mnngiht He laid her in her bed whare she hofoudn her real plae not the one of the fake Hero......The Unknownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11740945490264529394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464465251018943963.post-32444530149967065412009-07-05T22:19:00.000-07:002009-07-05T22:23:33.140-07:00Are scared to ask <br />I saw the lsit<br />Are you scared to ask me alll thos quesiont <br />What ill bit you;re head of <br />Scared the blood will rush out of you;re boddy<br />Scared im a savig<br />Scared ill rip you to pieces if you do <br />I wont <br />JSut ask <br />If i dont wwant to answer <br />I wont<br />But you enver ask <br />I never get the chance<br />So why dony ou sut ask <br />WEll take ift fomr there<br />Why do you tihnk me so savige <br />so crazy why? <br />Did i do someithng <br />Did i turn agenst you<br />Am i bear <br />wHo only wishes to protect ehr cube<br />A couger on the prall<br />I didnt tihnk i was <br />btu mabby you tihnk i am <br />MAbby im wonrg <br />AMbby i trun avig and wild<br />MAbby i turna genst you <br />But a quesoint <br />Are oyu so scared to ask <br />THat you wont <br />THat you tihn kill killl you if you do <br />Well odnt owrry<br />I wont push <br />YOu cna aks if you want <br />But ahy give me a chnaceThe Unknownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11740945490264529394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464465251018943963.post-32456340649094055342009-07-04T14:40:00.000-07:002009-07-04T14:45:48.337-07:00ever wishdo oyu ever jsut feal alone?<br />ever jsut feal like you dont belong?<br />ever jsut wish you wernt soem whare?<br />ever want to disaper?<br />Ever want to jsut go away? <br />Ever want to jsut die?<br />Ever want to jsut cry?<br />ever wish oyu wernt you?<br />Ever wish you could knwo waht was true?<br />Ever wish you would be msised?<br />Ever wish you wish you wernt so pissed<br />Ever wish you wernt sad<br />Ever wish you wenrt mad?<br />Ever wish to jsut feal?<br />Ever wish to never feal so oyu cna deal?<br />Ever wish you could jump?<br />Ever wish you were just a lump<br />Ever wish to just be hpapy<br />Ever wish life wanst so sappey<br />Ever wish to belopng<br />Ever wish you wernt so wrong?<br />Ever wish tyou wernt you <br />Ever wish you wernt so blue? <br />Ever wish that people would care <br />Ever wish life was fair?<br />Ever wish you jsut culd stop wishing <br />Ever wish you could stop msising <br />Ever wish that the wishes were true <br />Ever wish life could become new<br />Evef wish that wishes were true?The Unknownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11740945490264529394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464465251018943963.post-35346667293981960142009-07-01T22:23:00.000-07:002009-07-01T22:29:04.002-07:00IM NOT ASUMING <br />ok <br />ever sitnk tihn nyou tellse me make sm tihng that<br />i get it im not thr firned you ever want ed ok<br />i get it <br />ok i do <br />stop tlaling me that not how it is<br />i know i know ok <br />i do <br />Just leave m e alone<br />Let me <br />beill brobley wake with bloody fits tomor <br />im tired of this <br />im tired of huritng <br /> irealy realy am <br />tired of it <br />im sut tire dof iths all <br />please soem one save me<br />please pleaseThe Unknownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11740945490264529394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464465251018943963.post-76166869776448011652009-07-01T21:49:00.000-07:002009-07-01T21:53:53.467-07:00THe more i joke aoubt soemtihg <br />The more i hurt <br />The more saratik i am <br />THe more i want to block out life<br />The funner i mam to other people<br />tHe more i hurt inside<br />THe more my life is falgina part<br />THe mroe i hate everithn aroudn me <br />THe mroe i joke the more im sinigk in <br />THe more im faling <br />THe more im hurting <br />the more life is coemign aprt at the seems <br />Dont you getit <br />CAnt tou see <br />Its how i dael <br />How i cope<br />How iconmpinsate<br />When life is faling aprt <br />Atles i cna make you laugh<br />At lest i cna make yu funy <br />I stop talking <br />I dont knw why <br />SI top felaing <br />THank you :Lord<br />I stop evernth <br />And it hurts oh it hurts <br />but i dont fgive a care<br />Kille <br />Cut me <br />brake me<br />Make me nothnig more hne dirt<br />THat wlll make me hpapyThe Unknownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11740945490264529394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464465251018943963.post-26465934562709585412009-06-30T18:41:00.000-07:002009-06-30T18:53:36.588-07:00Dear Keith-<br /> I have writen to you befor but it never seems to be aobut me. It always us aiybt siemtihng else adn so i guess this time im going to write to you aoubt me. Theres alot you dont knw aoubt me and i guess im jsut so stuck whare i am i want to tell some one mabby jsut ambby someone will finely be able to hlep but hay people have tried beofr and failed <br /><br />so first of i dont have the peect family my dad has gootne drunk acouple of time sens we moved fomr KS and he lieks to mess aroudn wehn he is crunk witch mean i get slamend into walls or dropend on my back ithngs like that. Witch menas i dont rtleay like my dad and idont realy hang out with my dad like i use to. I guessit is stupied ofr me to hold a grudge but waht would you do? Dont worry my dad hasnt dont anyithg seens octoper so yhea .<br /><br />Oh and im depresed well aprintly and apritnyl its prty saver atlest acordng to the score i got o nthe test my councler gave me oh yeha write you dont know that eather i have councler now it hapepnd aroudnth etime you were getin alyssa one my mom pritty much made me so i have to go to aocunler but she cfound otu waht a hard shelel i am to crakc nad how i realy dont tlak how she is pritty much going ot give me "tools" to try and hlep this dpressinio nad stop it. Yeah writght bieng messed up is part of my life leasey eye dysleci bad knee bad bakc lets through depresion in there dani can handle it i men coem one she loves bineg diffrnet it jsut is rokcing asum ofr her so lets just ad another label on ther otm ake her feal wors. HA ha wel donst God ahve a sense of humer. <br /><br />S pritty muc h im a kod wo is depressed donst like my dad and finds my self puling away fomrany one who could ghlep me cosue well they give up. "tooks" are not goignt o hlep me with this depreison thing i dont gie a care if get better so im not to sure why this counciler tihngks this will hlep i dontknow aoubt ehr some times. Btu ahy waht ever its better if no one cares i thne dont ahve to worr yoaubt huritng any one . you might ihnk waht oubt you;re mom well all thos time my dad was mesing around and wresiling with em she never did a hting to stop it so pritty mcuh dot realy trust her a lick. Biut you knw life is good. ITs goldeny good like the sutn in the blue blues stky <br /><br />Well sjtut hoghu you mgiht nwat to knw a litlte mroe aoubt me seens you know i ma with you alot and on you;re yeachign teamn astuff <br />well hav eogod night keith<br />dnaiThe Unknownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11740945490264529394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464465251018943963.post-23719238527103500452009-06-28T18:44:00.000-07:002009-06-28T20:03:55.273-07:00THe clow rexhes outt fomr the iron gate<br />IT has broken the lock once agne <br />now it graps at me with the sharp claws that sink into me<br />I try to run but it it is hopless<br />My eefferts are usless<br />it graps me <br />it plunges the clues into <br />my blood is aorudn me now <br />the red trikels out of my skin<br />it seeps down <br />It burnd<br />ITs ri[[ing me now <br />I tr yyo screm <br />but nothig comes <br />the screams are sapressed<br />its effertless<br />THere is notihnh i cna do <br />ITs claws dig in dep <br />I finely stop fiting <br />AS it slowlly kils me <br />It never though dilers the deadly kill althoug i wish it toanytihng is better thne the tortur i feal<br />I hear the creasm of ones who are jsut now being attecked<br />as the best through me to the ground<br />IT is fdone with me <br />ITs gmae it no longer wantt s to play with me<br />It no longer ifnds me abeling<br />so ttothe gorund it rtothugs me <br />To the rough ahrd ground <br />aS the blodd sepes forthe cuts that it left me <br />THe ones that cros of the scares <br />Wahr eit has atecked me bfr <br />MY blood is all around me <br />Micsing with the damps adn drity ground<br />THey start to sitng <br />the dirt mixing in the blood<br />I wil lsurvive <br />Althohug i wish ot be dead <br />This dogen i am rtreped in is as close to Hell as one can get <br />But the dorr will never open for me <br />I lay ther now <br />bRoken <br />No hope <br />Hurting and pledding <br />thecuts will heal<br />but the scares wioll remind me <br />THe beast will coem agenThe Unknownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11740945490264529394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464465251018943963.post-18450526105150856532009-06-28T07:49:00.000-07:002009-06-28T08:04:36.416-07:00There face is vode<br />THey stoped them self fomr fealing<br />There eyes use to hold asparkal of hope<br />But then there empty <br />Now they are void of any hope<br />Thera re small creases whare smiles once lingerd across the face <br />But now ther soft <br />for smiles dpnt cross ther face often <br />THere skin is ruff<br />Riuff like thr haeart <br />Witch they ahve protected with barb wire<br />The hand that they use to softle toch sholder <br />Is now ruff and hard <br />TI no long holds the simpothey <br />Ithol d anger <br />Like a viper ready to reals its venom on its victom <br />Ther sholders are hard <br />They no longerket thme rest <br />THe muscils alaways tens<br />THe no long are a resting place for thos who tears once fell<br />Thos people left a long time a go<br />Now all they do is saport themusculer arms <br />They are empty now thoguh with out perpso<br />THe larg arms once rapped thme self aroudn hirting finrds<br />But now they rapp thme slef around notihng<br />they fell em[tey and with out purpos<br />There love that they once hd so dear<br />is now viod of the body they merly live in now<br />But is it trule living <br />With out love <br />They flot in life and they no longer feal<br />Ice cold there hadns stay<br />Like the icey coldnesss of there hart <br />Empty vode <br />thats what hey areThe Unknownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11740945490264529394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464465251018943963.post-36229561508855277392009-06-28T07:40:00.000-07:002009-06-28T07:49:40.253-07:00I want to be a haro <br />I want save <br />I want tom akme chang happen<br />But i cant<br />Im no haro <br />I cant amek things change<br />I cant save anything or any one <br />How are you sopos to when oyu keep sinking<br />I cant be a haro <br />Im nothing that could be ahero<br />I mkae no diffrence i make no change<br />Im not helpful at all<br />Im pritty sure <br />I jsut hurt<br />I cosue foights <br />Adn im make people angree<br />Im nota haro<br />Im not helpful<br />Im not a good daught <br />Im not a good sister<br />and of coures im not a good friend<br />IOm usre the only thing i ever do is hurt<br />All eiver do is mess things up <br />I realy dont do anytihng write <br />I mess up <br />I wishi ould be better<br />Wish i could be a better frined <br />a better dusght<br />a better sister<br />but im jsut me im not a hero<br />im not a side kick <br />im not even the photogrifer tkaing ther picture<br />Im th elittle kid<br />Standing on the stree <br />wide eyed at the heros<br />wishing one day to be one of thme <br />But now the only battle i fight <br />Is killing th e bug crowligna cross thr steeThe Unknownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11740945490264529394noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3464465251018943963.post-1658879411871253342009-06-27T15:53:00.000-07:002009-06-27T16:08:33.972-07:00How is itHow is it i cant be here<br />How is it im not happy<br />How is it i wat to cry at little things <br />How is it i never seem to get sue to things<br />How is it thati jsut kep going <br />How is it i cna hurt so meany <br />How is it i cna never go back<br />I;ve siad so much i regreat<br />Done s much i hate <br />I do things out of fear of him <br />Not jsut ot do it <br />I do it couse im scared of him <br />It shoudnt be like that <br />I houdnt be scared of him<br />I sohuld respect him<br />I sohudnt though be scared<br />I almost stiver when he yles <br />That is so so so wrong <br />I hate it <br />I fell like so times i hate him <br />Im tired of the being pickekd on <br />Im scared il snap <br />Hit him Kick him <br />Im scared ill hurt him <br />I dont want to get angre with him <br />but i know i will <br />I jsut i odn tknow <br />im scared of power t<br />That day i had you pined down <br />I had to let go <br />I knew i had the power <br />And that scared me <br />becosue i didnt want to hurt you <br />I know what monstter is in my blood <br />Almsot like the hulk it runs in me <br />But its for em to release <br />And i dont want to becoome that moster <br />I;ve snene the damig that moster can do <br />I dont want to hurt you <br />I dont want be that mosnster but i kno i can be<br />I've sene my angre rages<br />I ahve the same tmper he has <br />And luckey me inharty the same dapresion <br />Im just asking for it <br />But i dont wnat ot be the same moster <br />I dont want to hurt you <br />But i knwo se easly i cna <br />THat that alsone scares me <br />MAbby im better of gonThe Unknownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11740945490264529394noreply@blogger.com0