"...from yesterday..."

Books I'm reading: Twilight by Stephenie Meyer; Beachglass by Wendy Blackburn
Movies I've watched: The Breakfast Club, The Woods, The Sixth Sense
Music I've been listening to: Phobia (album) by Breaking Benjamin; Angel by Sarah McLachlan; A Fever You Can't Sweat Out (album) by Panic! At The Disco; Lake Pontchartrain by Ludo; Angels On the Moon by Thriving Ivory; I Am A Man Of Constant Sorrow and Didn't Leave Nobody but the Baby from O Brother, Where Art Thou?
Poems I've Been Writing: Sweet Serenity; Reflection of the World
Things I should be doing right now: summary of Evernight; summary of my summer; reflection on the concerts I saw in Canada; typing up some of my poems

Hey everyone! Yesterday was a great day. I did my book cover for school on Evernight (now I just have to finish the summary) and I read Twilight while drinking tea and watching the rain. Then my dad came over and we ate dinner and watched The Breakfast Club and The Woods. The Breakfast Club is a movie about five high school kids who get stuck in detention together one day after school. They all come form different "groups" i.e. one girl is "emo", the other is popular and rich, one boy is a jock, one guy is a nerd and the last guy is a rebel who comes from a so called "white trash" family. They all have personal issues going on at home and they eventually all confide in each other. They all become friends in the end. I know the ending sounds cheesy but it's a surprisingly deep and meaningful movie that's really good.
The woods was just about this boarding school where the girls are disappearing and no one knows why. It was actually pretty cool, I liked how the coloring of the movie was dim and slightly vintage like you weren't sure if they were really there.

Unfortunately, I must do my school work now. Ugh. I'll write more tomorrow!

Sweet Serenity

Apple cinnamon spice.
Twilight.
Sweet heat melting my throat.
Claudia Gray's words melting my soul.
Silence.
Evening light.
The hum of the air conditioner is home
and the silence is fantasy.
The window is my only outlet
out of my surreal train of thought.
Rain.
Serenity.
They compliment each other,
both come hand in hand.
Alone in the dark with:
Apple cinnamon spice
Silence
Rain
Twilight
Evening light
Serenity.

...

An Awesome Poem

Midnight Serenade

A Love Song For The Lonely Hearts

A coyote's song breaks through the jet black night
Its moroseful cry mimics the shaky beating of my lonely heart
I look at the stars, blazing white-hot against an inky dark
And wish my eyes could somehow reflect the same brilliant glow
My stomach turns and I wonder if I may have fallen ill
Before I realize it is your memory alone that makes me feel this way
Close my eyes, count to ten, wait for the butterflies to find their peace
Open them again, exhale slowly, regain composure
And try to chose the lesser of two evils -
Live again, breath again, every day, without you
Or die slowly with your image forever in my mind

~cowgirl4christ

Another Summer of Family (our annual badmitten competition!)

.individuality pulled to be one individual
heritage of one is heritage of all
hearts are hostage to the love of each other
and in the competition
and victory
and defeat
we love evermore
and ever closer.

"...genius only comes along in storms..."

.raindrops wash away my sinful thoughts
as wind empowers the trees with
leaning terror
grass sways to the minor-key melody
of the sky
thunder reminds my heart why it beats
dark clouds shoo away life
or so it seems
as the trees seem to draw energy
and power from the center of the planet,
our indestructible symbols of power and superiority
tremble at the taste of true reign
and for a scene
in our eternal opera of demolition
our status falls,
our caricature of nature
falls
and we loose grip in what we know
to be ours
and we strain to see past this threat
in domination
but as it ends
we brush off,
stand tall,
and continue with our dictatorship of God
but as the coming of genius rolls by
and my heart regains its rhythm
I am forever humbled
by the power
of the rain.

To Be Nature's Best Friend (again)

.seeing, speaking again
awakening from the deep sleep I was in
to fall only
to God's arms
and experience the beauty of his imagination
to breathe the essence of historical heritage
to see things of once fear and repulse
grow close
a bond strengthened by the unlucky years
of me
to be at peace with God's work
to befriend what to which we are
truly inferior
life's rules and answers
and perilous imperfections
that were,
are,
will be,
play out before us
and we surpass them evermore
and we demolish them evermore
to enter this tyranny of hell
as I in the world's answer
and wait.

A real post!

Hi everybody! Wow it seems like forever since I actually wrote a post that didn't have to do with My Chemical Romance. Well... A lot has happened, so I'm going to start with school.

Guess what? I got an 100% on my notebook! Our ELA teacher grades our reading and writing notebooks every time we complete a unit and I got a 98% on my writer's and an 100% on my reader's! Yay! I wrote a poem about her(I'm not going to put her last name for the sake that she doesn't know I'm posting about her and I've changed the name of other people in the poem):

Monday for Claire

The hall is empty

but not for long.

Hold on tight, Claire,

stay strong.

A sleepless night,

another call.

Here they come,

once again down the hall.

"Get in line!

Listen up!"

"Jason-

shut up!"

"Quiet, [Casey], all eyes

on me.

Copy down the mini-lesson

and sit in your seat."

Down the hall come more

laughing and playing.

How can I go through the day

without saying

something rash that's on my mind.

Another parent meeting (ugh).

Just bite my tongue. Sigh.

They talk, they go slow.

"Shh! Copy the mini-lesson!"

Don't they know?

I had another argument

with mother last night.

Then [brother] and I

had a fight.

I couldn't sleep.

I need to call [Jake].

I'll be late tonight,

for our date.

"Sit down!

Look at me!"

I'm frustrated as it is.

Can they not see?

Talking back again

and again.

Like being in a bad mood

is some kind of sin.

Suck it up

keep control.

For them I do

more and more.

But they take for granted

the help I give.

All they do is complain

of the life they live.

I stick up for them in meetings

I care, I really do.

They would have more respect

if they really knew

how much I work,

how much I suffer

so they can roll their eyes and chat too their neighbor.

Why do I still care?

All they care about is clothes and hair.

Their ignorance frustrates me

to no end.

I have a life,

I need money to spend.

So with all of my worries

on my mind,

I will walk among the unforgiving ignorant

until 9:25



Did you like? She said it was hilarious and that I'm really talented :D lol!


Today we went to see a musical at the school Talent Unlimited. The play was boring, the sound system was bad and the girls showed a lot of skin, but the singing was good. Then, we went to the park and ate lunch. I was trying to be alone, but Casey came over to chat (which was fine), but she's really popular and all her friends came with her. Ugh. Popular kids annoy me. Then Casey bought me a Froz Fruit [thank you Casey! :)] on the way back and a trip that was supposed to go until right after lunch ended up being all day! Woo hoo!

On Friday, we're going bowling. Yay!

So, that's the news for school and today. Now let's see.... Oh yeah! I'm here to bring up.....Labels!

Well, on Monday I was officially labeled "Emo". It was my first day in school with my black nail polish and I was wearing the Ripper MCR shirt. On top of that, my friend read my poems that I wrote and her and her friend officially labeled me Emo. That was confirmed by my friend from YPC when she saw my shirt, nails, poems and MCR bag with all my buttons on it. Of course, she's also considered Emo, so she thought it was cool that she had an "Emo buddy".

Poetry leads me into two of my fave poems that I wrote:

Pretentious Ecstasy

Smile

Laugh

Pretend

Watch the sun go down

and believe everything is alright.

Watch children play

and don't think

it might be their day.

Does it matter if you scream

silent and dead?

If you look at the stars

do you wish they would fall?

When you see the rain

on your window

do you wish you would drown

in your lost pain?

And will you scream?

Will you care?

Or will you

smile

laugh

and pretend.


The End.

Will we run until

the end?

Hand in hand,

smiles in tears

and will we go

until

the end?

When day fades,

I think of your face.

I don't know

how to let you

see my heart

and let you know

how much you mean

and that I would take

your hand

and run

and cry

until

the end

with you.

Alone and together.

You made my heart

beat.

My blood

thaw

and so I think

I

Love

You

Until

The

End.

The End.


How did you like it? I just write off the top of my head while I'm listening to music.

Well, speaking of poems and Emo, I wanted to share with you this article.

Girl, 13, hangs herself after becoming obsessed with Emo 'suicide cult' rock band

Can you believe this? This author is so ill-informed! Right off the back, "though you're dead and gone believe me your memory will go on"? Excuse me, but if you're going to dis My Chem at least try. First, the author didn't even have the integrity to check if the lyrics were correct. It's CARRY on, thank you very much! And, if you ask me, My Chem has way more disturbing and morbid lyrics than that. "Can you stake my heart?!", "I think I'll blow my brains against the ceiling!", "Singing songs that make you slit your wrists.", "The amount of pills I've taking, counteracts the booze I'm drinking". C'mon! Oh, yeah, the memory of a loved one carrying on really makes me want to go kill myself!

Secondly, the girl obviously had emotional issues before listening to MCR. Two weeks is not enough time for something tragic to happen, then to get depressed, then kill yourself. Please, MCR might have morbid and exaggerated lyrics, but the band's music/lyrics are not what she committed suicide over. They have very meaningful lyrics that send out a good message if you look beyond the harsh words. Gerard has made it clear that he has made mistakes in his life, but he has learned and he wants his fans to know that suicide is never the answer.
Also, she was obviously suicidal. She made threats to kill herself! That is a major red light. Also, she showed her father the cuts on her arms, and what did he do? I'm sorry, but the author makes it seem as if the dad didn't do anything and accepted her answer of it being part of her "emo initiation". I would get my daughter major therapy! Also, the mother knew she was being strange and acting/dressing very depressingly, but she just thought it was okay because it was a fashion? Does she think it's okay? Who's in control here, mom? She was crying out for attention. She definitely had major emotional problems. I feel really bad for her.

Also, what's with The Black Parade? If you're "Emo" you are officially suicidal and think that you're going to join a marching band of skeletons when you finally succeed in killing yourself? I know where I'm going and it does not include The Black Parade.

MCR head of a "suicide cult"? I don't think so. Ever heard of Marilyn Manson? So you are going to tell me that MCR is the leader of a suicide cult. No thank you. The author didn't even do any research! And, the last time I checked, My Chem was never nominated to be the forerunner of a suicide cult.

Well, there you have it! My extremely long post. To express more outrage on the article, you can post on this: www.cowgirl4christ3168.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-chemical-suicide.html

Gotta sleep eventually! See ya!