Time

I'd like to jump but the distance is to great. I'd like to change but time is but nought. I'd like to live but am yet to be accepted. Time is like a river, fast flowing and ever changing. Just once god, couldn't you give me a time and place I can be accepted? Just for five minutes I want to be envied and adored, to be silver, not slime. I want to write, not to be a tough, well experienced killer and saboteur, but an authour of the golden pen. Fine is the thread she spins, words flowing like water onto the page. Do we have to change to suit the world, or does the world have to change to suit us? Only in fairy tales, people see each other for what is inside, not out. Our world is fragile, and it only takes a gust of wind for it all to collapse. Do we stand alone or divided? The choice is made by all of us, to work together or alone, that must be decided and soon

Pins and Needles

I remember when I was little, I had just started sewing and had a new set of metallic sewing pins. I thought they were so pretty, and when no one was looking I snuck off with them to play. I had lots of fun arranging and rearranging them in pretty patterns on my bedroom floor, when suddenly I dropped a handful and six of the pins pricked my hand, making little red dots which swelled into large spots of blood. It hurt so much I wanted to scream, but I silently packed up and sucked my hand to stop the bleeding. Later that night my baby sitter asked what I had done to hurt myself but I kept my silence. Keeping my silence has been a thing with me my whole life, I don't think I could share my innermost secrets even if I wanted too. I even fib in truth or Dare games, I HATE doing truths, but I'll do any Dare.

Zoo

I feel like an animal in a victorian zoo, trapped in a tiny cage, trapped behind bars. I want to get out but If I did where would I go? I feel confined by the unspoken rules of modern ediquite, restrained by forces I can feel, but cannot see. How did the current rankings of everyday teenagers come to be? Is there anyway to topple the forces of the popular? The unknow is still out there and still undiscovered. You know who your true friends are when you make a move for them to back you up in, then turn around and find yourself alone. To avoid danger in life, we must live alone with the door locked and the curtains closed. I am a fly, drifting towards a light, confused and entranced. With out my writing I would fall to peices, am I going mad? Writing to no one, and writing to everyone. Where is the exit from this tangled labyrinth of my mind? Scared yet brave, in a group yet alone, all my thoughts contradicting eachother in one big whirl pool of unhappyness.
Softly falling, silently drifting off in to the unkown of my world.

Two Kinds Of People

I beleive there are two kinds of people in the world. The ones who have to make it and the ones who have it made. The ones who have it made are pretty or smart or have a real big x factor. They might be athletic or a great dancer, and many other qualities which will make life enjoyable and (sometimes) easy for them. The ones who have to make it might be rich or smart, but people could still think them weird or pretend to be their friend just to take advatange of them. These people might be ugly or plain, over or under wheight, appear to have no special talent or just posess the inability to make a good, hearty conversation.All these people are usualy lucky enough to live in a democratic society, have enough to eat, and have acsess to decent health care and schooling, but in the developed world, who you are in social circles matters a lot more to most people. In my utopia, everyone is kind and accepting to everyone else, and we all have beautiful cities and a decent standard of living. In the real world, unfortunately, bad luck and misfortune out weigh the good luck and happieness that goes around.  You don't have to agreed or disagree with this statement, just food for thought.

Done Kung Fu style

Sorry for not blogging yesterday. The key board was all fucked up and I couldn't type. I tried to steal (borrow) my mum's, dad's AND sibling's key boards with little sucsess. Mabey it was because when i was waiting for them to go to bed I fell asleep. Whoops. Anyways, I've always wanted to be an asian monk, they live spartan peacefull lives high up in the himilayan mountains. But I can't and why not? a) i think I'm too old to start and b) i'm a girl. Yeah yeah yeah, i know, intenet saftey blah blah blah who gives a danm. I don't. Anyways, I found my inner peace while standing atop my hill by our war monument, looking out over my village shops and the rest of my city. It was like I was frozen in time, with a blank canvas for a mind, just watching. It didn't matter that I was alone and It was getting dark, it didn't matter that I am usually a total freak, for one of the only times in my life I was just another random set of moecules in the universe, just another spek of star dust and I just didn't care. Cars came and go, my dog whined, the street lights blinked on and I just sat there. Like meditation, a blank mind was achived and inner peace was found. I found my chi, and I hope not to lose it again. The sun was getting lover, and i gradually came back to this world. Mabey I'll go down there tomorrow, at dawn, subconciously watch the sun rise over (fill in your choice of location here). Other than that I am dileriously high from too much vanilla coke and against my better nature, have decided not to buy myself a chew toy. i have a rather odd tendace to attampt to chew things to pulp and I thought that a dog toy might be a little cheaper than gum in the long run, but I've decided against my zanyness that it's just too weird. Please post :)

Food for thought,

Through the smog,
The iPods and fast food,
The constant buzz of electronics
We remain.
Silently screaming as our forests are being cut down,
We remain.
Tearfully,
We watch as the grownups destroy our home,
And still we remain.
We have no choice,
This is our home,
We would leave,
But we can’t.
And so
We still remain.

Flight

Stuck @ home
I'm all alone
should do chores
but I'm to bored
Read a book
watch TV,
there's nothing here for me
gotta go
I'm too slow
have a frown
should get outta town
Let
           Me
                      Fly