Rants

Okay, so instead of my usual depressing poem, or corny story, this week I decided to talk about something that really bothers me. Emo is used by a lot of people to describe someone that wears dark clothing. This is a common misconception. What emo really stands for is emotional. It is a type of music, and a term used to describe someone who cuts them selves. Being goth is completely different. Goths do not cut themselves, or have death wishes or suicide attempts. The world we live in is prejudice towards anyone who is different. Just because someone wears black, that automatically means that they are depressed and listen to dark music. Most people make these accusations that are completely wrong.

Another thing that really aggravates me, is when people say things like, "Oh that's so gay."
Gay doesn't mean stupid or lame, it means two people of the same sex love each other. Also, when I confront people for saying these things, they ask me rude questions like,"Why do you care? Are you gay?" No I am not gay, but I don't see anything wrong with it. It really bothers me when people disregard gay people, and say things like that. I think that people should respect peoples decisions to be gay, and find new terms to call people, (not that you should call people names.)

I really think that everyone should stop judging other people, and just focus on their own lives.

just another suicide

she stares in the mirror
at what she has become
she stares at an empty face
full of no sympathy
caring about nothing but
the pain
self inflicted
no doubt
in her mind
but the day is almost through
and night must fall
once more
the end is drawing near,
and she can't even
remember
the beginning,
she can't remember
why
this chaos
started.
when she let
it go.
she can't remember
the first time
she saw
her choices slip away.
but now she knows,
there's only one way left
one door to open
or would close be more like it?
there was only one way out.
one that would hurt no one
but this monster
she had created
she would leave in the pain
of her world
that never wanted her.
no one cared
not now,
not earlier
not at the beginning
so not at the end
one cut
could end it all
she had already been dead
for so long
there was nothing left to kill
but this body that remained
stationary
in her life
no matter how hard she tried
to move
to change
it didn't matter
once you go there
you can't go back
she was always fighting
fighting against a current
moving the opposite way
soon she would have to drown
she couldn't tread forever
she was tired
of floating endlessly
of trying
to not let go
fighting against
the urge
to give in
to end the nothing
that she was
she longed
to say one last good bye
to her best friend
the rusty knife that was
plastered in her hand
always going far
but never far enough
it always pulled away
one second to soon
and she would lay their
withering in the pain
she no doubt deserved
everything had fallen apart
and she was in no state to
put it back together
so she grabs her knife
and
gives in to impulse,
she jabs it into her arm
and smiles
she welcomes the pain
the only thing she can now control
as she slips into unconsciousness,
she sees her fathers unforgiving face
a look of disgust painted there
and
the beginning
is now
the end

Where are we now?

You choose to ignore

what could have been,

but she still lurks behind you

in the shadows

of this darkness

you have thrown her into.

Her smiles were warm,

her personality sparkled

but you choose to leave

her behind.

You knew that she liked you,

and you liked her,

but now the past means nothing.

You said it was different

but really how so?

Was it different 'cause

this time you knew

you broke her heart?

For once,

was it not an accident?

For once,

did you actually stop and consider

what it was

you were passing up?

Always before you didn't realize,

who it was you were hurting,

but now your arrogance

shines through in true colors.

But what you didn't know

was by crushing her

she was dragging you down

too?

Now what could have been

means nothing, but

what should have been,

so where are we now?

Edward Cullen is a vampire!!!!!

There has been some debate by the guys in our school on the matter of Edward Cullen. Some, whose name I will not mention, believe that Edward is not a vampire. They believe that Edward is on steroids, (to explain his super strength and lightning fast speed) and Bella his girlfriend is crazy (to explain why she thinks that Edward is a vampire.) I think it is rude to question and critic the characters that Stephenie Myer has created. I think that the guys in our grade should just except that the girls like Edward way more then them, and move on.


Edward is a vampire!!!!!!!


Get over it!!!!!!

The Sad Truth

I sit here,

watching the sun's

light

fade

into a dull nothing.

Into the darkness of night,

the world is engulfed in black.

The stars that once guided

us now hide in the shadows

of this earth we've created.

I watch as the world goes to sleep,

and all the buzzing of voices finally stop

for now.

I watch as everything

becomes nothing

time and time again,

and I see, the world's

deathly future.

strong enough

when the world comes
crumbling down,
there has to be someone
to build it back up again.

when the earth is sick
and spinning out of control,
there has to be someone
to help mend the wounds.

when everything goes wrong,
and everythings a mess,
there has to be someone
to put right back in you life.

there always has
to be someone
strong enough,
to fix everything.

but what happens,
when the only one
who can put you
back together,

is the one

that made you fall apart?

Why

why is it
that you never notice
what it is you have?

why is it
the good things stay invisible
until they're gone?

why is it
that one man's trash
is another man's treasure?

why is it
that the words you always say
ring in my ears at night?

why is it
one day your here and the next day
you not?

why is it
that beauty is different
to everyone’s eyes?

why is it
that you never say hi
but always say goodbye?

why is it

you never

notice

the flower on the wall

staring at you

with longing in her eyes?

why is it

that she cares so much

for someone who doesn't return the favor?

why
why
why

is love so blind?