| The spirit of a Fighter. |
[04 Jun 2005|12:54pm] |
For being only seventeen years old, I have enough stress to last me a lifetime. All these emotions fly through my brain, and I wonder if I’m the only one that doesn’t know what to feel from minute to minute? More than two handfuls of teenagers these days take depressants for their emotions. But, for me personally, all these emotions tell me that I’m human. Each pain makes me stronger because what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, right? Each laugh that racks my body makes me savor the feeling of contentment. Nothing in life should be wasted; having the ability to be optimistic is a gift that I still have yet to receive—maybe one day, maybe one day.
For now, I'm all out of living and ready to dream forever times infinity.
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| Eagle Brand. |
[03 Jun 2005|12:18pm] |
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"Asian remedy cures all."
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| Soulmates. |
[29 May 2005|11:29pm] |
The constant pang of guilt and gratification swarms his arctic heart
as if he was a child scorned for his delinquency.
Gazing at the dimming radiance,
he silently salutes the gods for their brutality
while wondering where he had crossed the line of morality.
From a distance, a youthful girl longs for a bittersweet romance,
But Life never taught her how to hook the worm
And cast the line.
So she stands waiting for her vacant prince,
pleading that Love doesn’t bid farewell and make her wince.
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| Please forgive me |
[20 May 2005|03:04pm] |
( for i have sinned )
Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you dear
Have heart my dear
We're bound to be afraid
Even if it's just for a few days (Snow Patrol - Run)
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| Ballad of Birmingham (Dudley Randall) (1963). |
[12 May 2005|04:43pm] |
"Mother dear, may I go downtown
Instead of out to play,
And march the streets of Birmingham
In a Freedom March today?"
"No, baby, no, you may not go,
For the dogs are fierce and wild,
And clubs and hoses, guns and jails
Aren't good for a little child."
"But, mother, I won't be alone.
Other children will go with me,
And march the streets of Birmingham
To make our country free."
"No, baby, no, you may not go,
For I fear those guns will fire.
But you may go to church instead
And sing in the children's choir."
She has combed and brushed her night-dark hair,
And bathed rose petal sweet,
And drawn white gloves on her small brown hands,
And white shoes on her feet.
The mother smiled to know that her child
Was in the sacred place,
But that smile was the last smile
To come upon her face.
For when she heard the explosion,
Her eyes grew wet and wild.
She raced through the streets of Birmingham
Calling for her child.
She clawed through bits of glass and brick,
Then lifted out a shoe.
"O, here's the shoe my baby wore,
But, baby, where are you?"
(Bombing of the 16th Street Baptist Church where four African-American girls were killed.)
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| HS Rank, GPA, ACT-- |
[09 May 2005|06:19pm] |
I'm scared about college admissions,
but junior year hasn't even ended yet.
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| Tender hugs with the love. |
[06 Apr 2005|08:39pm] |
It would be nice to be the best,
But I will accept good because I tried and that's what counts.
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| Where were you told hold my hand, |
[04 Apr 2005|11:10pm] |
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( jog your memory )
Yes, I need you by my side and I need to know that you'll be there, but the truth is that you're nowhere to be found. I've search high above the sky and six feet under the ocean, but where are you? The dust bunnies haven't kidnapped you, and the boogie monster hasn't eaten you. Where is a vermin like you to live? Not in my heart that's for sure. Good-bye, so long to the past. But, b-but why is it so hard to let go of what was so close to grasp?
I've colored the world rainbow by myself, but I think I'm ready for someone to help me. I can't color the universe all alone--a little help would me nice, and it would save time.
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