I wish I was one of those people who shared their stories of the day
Who wrote about that beautiful flower or cloud or moon or person
Then maybe I’d be a better writer, a better poet, a better artist—
a better friend.
I wish I could write the beauty that I see, that I hear, that I taste
So that you might smile or laugh or long for or, if I’m very lucky, cry
But that would mean not remembering the clever things I do come up with—
for longer than a minute.
I wish I created beautiful things that no one has seen before
Things that are inspirational and thought-provoking
Making you question and wonder and create your own
While travelling home, a dark cloud appeared low on the horizon, its shape and placement reminding of an ominous mountain.
I want to climb it.
Progress shows that the mountain is closer in shape to a tidal wave, even a tsunami.
I want to swim it.
The mountainous wave is swirling and rising from a single source. It is more alive than smoke has ever been.
Despite its position in the sky and upward mobility, the mountain looks as ink dropped in water, and I am at the bottom of a glass, waiting to be mixed into.
My electrics tell me that a certain nearby factory has caught fire. We pass closer to the source and see the smoke mix in with the
If I had a couch
I would invite you over
We would watch stupid movies and smart TV shows,
Paying more attention to the actors on our hands
than the light and sound from the screen
If I had a couch
We could fall into each other
Our bodies would grow entwined, one inch at a time
We could be alone and together and happy,
laughing at the little nothings
If I had a couch
I would have a place to rest
From all of my alone-ness and sloth and un-doing
The cushions would support me like friends
Almost as good as you
"I can't change who I am"
Is the biggest lie I've ever heard
Before you speak
Do you know the meanings of your words?
Who you are
Is really up to you
And not necessarily
Determined by the things you do
But vice versa
It's who you are that determines your actions
Not you race
Or your wealth or your factions
You could do
Anything that you chose to
If you don't
You let someone else control you
So listen up
Here's the moral of this poem
You have power
Whether or not you know it
Be yourself
Whoever you want to be
Take control
And set yourself free
It's hard to rhyme when you don't have
the energy, plasma, fire, lithium-ion, even
water turning a turbine, or the difference
in temperature in the air doing the same.
"The same", as in over and over and repetition and
As well as, also, including, as well as that too;
Excess wrecks us but a lack is a lock, a choke-hold
keep, maintain, surround, , overwhelming pressure
To do this and that and thou shalt and thou shalt not
Not here, nor there, but found within
Which is also without which, ergo, is the truth.
Unless I'm wrong or mistaken or lying (I'm lying)
Upon this bed I have made, sleep is an allusion
As well as an illusion, but neither are
I wish I was one of those people who shared their stories of the day
Who wrote about that beautiful flower or cloud or moon or person
Then maybe I’d be a better writer, a better poet, a better artist—
a better friend.
I wish I could write the beauty that I see, that I hear, that I taste
So that you might smile or laugh or long for or, if I’m very lucky, cry
But that would mean not remembering the clever things I do come up with—
for longer than a minute.
I wish I created beautiful things that no one has seen before
Things that are inspirational and thought-provoking
Making you question and wonder and create your own
While travelling home, a dark cloud appeared low on the horizon, its shape and placement reminding of an ominous mountain.
I want to climb it.
Progress shows that the mountain is closer in shape to a tidal wave, even a tsunami.
I want to swim it.
The mountainous wave is swirling and rising from a single source. It is more alive than smoke has ever been.
Despite its position in the sky and upward mobility, the mountain looks as ink dropped in water, and I am at the bottom of a glass, waiting to be mixed into.
My electrics tell me that a certain nearby factory has caught fire. We pass closer to the source and see the smoke mix in with the
If I had a couch
I would invite you over
We would watch stupid movies and smart TV shows,
Paying more attention to the actors on our hands
than the light and sound from the screen
If I had a couch
We could fall into each other
Our bodies would grow entwined, one inch at a time
We could be alone and together and happy,
laughing at the little nothings
If I had a couch
I would have a place to rest
From all of my alone-ness and sloth and un-doing
The cushions would support me like friends
Almost as good as you
"I can't change who I am"
Is the biggest lie I've ever heard
Before you speak
Do you know the meanings of your words?
Who you are
Is really up to you
And not necessarily
Determined by the things you do
But vice versa
It's who you are that determines your actions
Not you race
Or your wealth or your factions
You could do
Anything that you chose to
If you don't
You let someone else control you
So listen up
Here's the moral of this poem
You have power
Whether or not you know it
Be yourself
Whoever you want to be
Take control
And set yourself free
It's hard to rhyme when you don't have
the energy, plasma, fire, lithium-ion, even
water turning a turbine, or the difference
in temperature in the air doing the same.
"The same", as in over and over and repetition and
As well as, also, including, as well as that too;
Excess wrecks us but a lack is a lock, a choke-hold
keep, maintain, surround, , overwhelming pressure
To do this and that and thou shalt and thou shalt not
Not here, nor there, but found within
Which is also without which, ergo, is the truth.
Unless I'm wrong or mistaken or lying (I'm lying)
Upon this bed I have made, sleep is an allusion
As well as an illusion, but neither are
If you care about pkmn, you've probably noticed the various hints to a G/S remake. I don't have time to talk about them all, so here's the official story on it from Bulbapedia (the largest/best pkmn wiki):
As announced by the official Japanese Pokémon Web site and TV Tokyo's TV program information on Friday, Pokémon Sunday is set to make a "world-exclusive first announcement" in its Pokémon Game Arena segment on May 10.
The most recent episode previewed the annnouncement, showing two balls, one gold and one silver, which will be opened to unveil the announcement's subject. Based on this as well as the fact that the game is sa
Yes...I took a girlieness quiz...so sue me! :P Plz repostnessing
[ ] my fingernails/toenails are almost always painted
[ ] during the summer the only shoes i wear are flip flops
[ ] my favorite toys as a child were barbies
[ ] my favorite colour is pink or purple
[x] I did Gymnastics
[ ] I love skirts
[ ] hollister is one of my favorite places to shop
[ ] tight jeans are the only jeans i'll wear
[ ] I love chocolate
[ ] I've never had a real job
TOTAL: 1
[ ] my hair is almost always straightened
[ ] I have at least 8 myspace pictures
[ ] I usually go shopping once a week
[x] I love to hang out at the mall with friends
[ ] I h
that was what i was asking about because I know of someone who has had their artwork used without their permission and that artwork was on youtube. i don't plan on posting anything to youtube. even though the artist had stated in the description for their art, people still don't ask permission to use things. I am watching the person who has had their things posted elsewhere and I have heard of art thieves, people who take other peoples art without permission and using it for their own without giving credit.