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July 29, 09:37 PM
Vote ANP... Or Else
I enjoy following politics. It’s not something I could see myself doing professionally, but I feel that being well informed and opinionated are part of being a good American. But lately, I’ve been feeling that our current political machine’s gears are getting too jammed to function adequately. The problem arises with conflicts of ideology. Democrats, Republicans, Libertarians, Independents, Green, Constitutionals, etc, etc, all arguing and disagreeing, each fighting tooth and nail for political dominance. It made me think: What if there was one party so influential and powerful that they could unify everyone, whether they like it or not? Then it hit me, what we need is a revolution… what we need is the American Ninja Party (ANP)!!!!!!
Here is a list of their stances on many issues facing the country today. You can agree with them or… well, you should probably just agree with them….
Education- Ninjas begin their training and education at a Ninja Academy at age 5. They may choose to specialize or remain a regular ninja.
Jobs- Ninjas are all employed… as ninjas.
Racial Issues- Ninjas don’t see race or ethnicity, only threat or non-threat.
Feminism- Ninjas are all equal regardless of their gender. The only difference is female ninjas do their thing while wearing spike heels, ideal for puncturing lungs, and without ruining their sharpened poison-tipped manicure.
Abortions- Ninjas do not believe in abortion. However, gestational assassinations are allowed at the discretion of the mother and only the mother, since she will likely never see the mysterious stranger of the night who swiftly executed her impregnation.
Immigration- Ninjas are guarding the borders. Crossing illegally is ill-advised.
Green Living- Ninjas don’t drive cars or use electricity. Occasionally burning down an enemy’s home is the most environmentally detrimental thing they do. Also, they have no need for any kind of alternative energy source.
Climate Change- Ninjas respect the power of nature. They do not fear the elements, they embrace them.
Gun Control- Ninjas have no use for guns. Everyone carries a sword (and throwing stars and daggers for out-of-reach opponents).
Drugs- Ninjas don’t use drugs. They dull the senses.
Language- Ninjas are men of few words. Most communication is done by non-verbal queues and by sensing what other ninjas’ next moves.
Terrorism- Ninjas cannot be terrorized. If a potential tyrant tried to gather a following, he would be assassinated without hesitation and his movement would be prevented
Oil Spill in the Gulf of Mexico- Ninjas would have sensed the spill before it even started. Then dove, without any sort of protective apparatus, and repaired the would-be leak before it ever spilled a drop.
Gay Marriage- Ninjas don’t have gay marriage… or regular marriage. There sword is their life partner.
Death Penalty- Ninjas are all responsible carrying out beheadings of those who commit offenses worthy of capital punishment.
Economics- Ninjas have no need for an established economic system. Each individual is responsible for trade and acquisition of personal provisions.
Homelessness- Ninjas are nomadic. They never settle one in place for too long anyways.
Religion- Ninja Code is THE religion. It allows for respectful spirituality that is kept to oneself.
Military- Ninjas are so feared that they don’t need a military. If the need arose… everyone is a member.
Internal Opposition- Those who rise up against the Ninja administration are… dealt with.
Thanks for what we assume is your full support in our political movement! Remember to VOTE ANP… OR ELSE.
***Please be aware that this is purely satirical and does not reflect real political ideologies of me or anyone else for that matter*** -
July 25, 05:41 PM
Bruises Pt.8
I open my eyes and am startled to see morning sunlight spill onto the carpet. I feel the fuzzy material underneath my fingers and against the right side of my face. I'm lying in the hallway, still dressed in my clothes from yesterday.
I don't remember what happened for a moment, my mind is blank. Then it all rushes back slamming me back to reality. Reality being my mother. . . her scarring words, and her equally scarring actions.
"You're nothing but a waste of skin! You can't do anything right, can you?"I remember shrinking away and her rage bubbling over. It's never sudden or unexpected; I know it is always simmering under the surface.
I flinch from the memory and try to move. Every part of me aches but I nevertheless heave myself up and check the time. It's seven o'clock and I have a long way to go.
I put on my make-up carefully, staring at myself in the mirror until my eyes water. I have to be careful, it's a very important part of my mask.
I say my last prayers and then leave.
I drag my feet down the pathway. I'm not keen to stay but I'm not fond of where I'm headed either. I reluctantly look forward, though I don't see the point, nothing ever seems to change.
I feel a sudden rush of pain on my shoulder and realise someone is touching me. It's Taylor.
"Hey, you all right?" says Taylor, falling in step beside me.
"Yeah, sure," I mumble.
"Not convinced."
I glare at him and grudgingly look forward. I don't want to talk, not now. I'm trying to block out the world for these few minutes before I'm surrounded by people.
"Are you ignoring me?" Taylor asks.
"No, I'm choosing not to speak," I say.
"Rough day?" he says.
"The day has barely started yet," I tell him. Misery seems to be swallowing me up slowly and pulling off my mask as it does this.
"What's wrong?" he asks, nudging me. I look up and once in my life; I think, would it be so bad to tell someone? It's a new thought, rebellious compared to all my other safe, sensible ones. I quickly silence it.
"Nothing is wrong, life is great, I'm just tired," I say. Taylor looks at me, sympathy in his face.
"You are not okay," Taylor tells me.
"You don't know me," I say.
"No, I don't. But I know when a person's upset."
This makes me feel spooked; I react to it like he just told me he could speak to the dead. Again I fail to cover up how I really feel. Taylor smiles knowingly.
"I scare you," he says.
"No, you surprise me," I correct him. He laughs and runs a hand through his hair. But the smile fades after a few seconds, his laugh melts into the wind and his eyes darken.
"You have no idea," he sighs.
We come up to the school and I want to run away. I wish I could, I envy those that can, all of those missing people. I feel I've gone missing, the happy person I used to be, but of course it isn't documented.
But it's no time to think of this. Dan is waiting for me at the steps. It's time to pretend, I'd like to be real for a day, just once . . .
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July 25, 06:39 PM
I Love You, Kid
You're my reason for breathing
You've saved my life countless times
I don't know how to thank you
I love you and that's not going to change
But I hate the way you make me feel
I wish you saw me the way you saw her
I wish I was beautiful enough to be noticed
I know you two aren't together anymore
I'm trying my hardest to show you
That I could make you happy
That I am the one for you
If you gave me a chance
Just one night
I could make you fall in love with me
Our lips would never be apart
I'm not the kind of girl that thinks she's beautiful
I have low self esteem
I swallow pills to calm my depression
I need someone to love me
I think about you all the time
I wonder if I ever run across your mind
If I play through your thoughts like an old time movie
When you see my lips do you imagine kissing me?
Do you realize our eyes match perfectly
Our hands interlock like the perfect puzzle piece
You're my inspiration and my hope
You're my biggest dream and biggest fear
My heart sings when you're near
I soar high above the clouds when you smile
The sound of your voice sends shivers down my spine
I love you, kid. -
July 22, 10:23 PM
Reflections of Imperfection
With a joyous yell, I throw my arms above my head and spin, somehow managing to be reckless and graceful all in one movement. Tilting my head back, I feel my grin widen, seeming to go on for miles around me. The tall grass sways gently beneath my barefeet, leaning in to brush my shoulders and wrap around my waist. I lower my arms and gently continue onward, dancing through the tall field. The grass twines through my legs, joining me in a waltz to the music flowing through my mind and swirling in notes all around me. I laugh, the sound echoing and ringing endlessly. Gravity shifts and shivers, emphasizing my every leap and twirl. My skin tingles, rushing with emotion and excitement. I'm enclosed in folds of bliss, that guide my feet and lift my arms in steps of harmony.
In the distance, I glimpse a girl's figure, standing beneath the great branches of a willow tree. A gentle tick, tick, tick fills my ears as I stare. My dancing slows, as my gut wrenches me to a stop. I want to inquire further, but an invisible hand pulls me to a standstill. I frown, as my soul battles with my mind, trying desperately to break through the bliss. Finally apart of me surrenders, and the firm grip releases me. I continue forward, my smile returning as quickly as it had left.
The gap between us closes almost instantly, and suddenly I am no more than a few yards away. Her back is turned, and from a safe distance, I study her, wondering if she is oblivious to my presence. Her long hair cascades over her shoulders, falling midway down her back, and meeting the low hem of her dress. The sun streams through the intricate branches, illuminating her ivory skin in golds and pinks. Slowly, she turns around. My breath catches in my throat as I carefully trace the features of her face. Her long eyelashes, high cheekbones and slightly crooked smile paint a mask of an all too familiar face: Mine.
Her eyes cast downwards, and I notice a small stopwatch dangling from a long chain around her neck. Patterns of the past dance across its polished gold surface, all coming together in the center to form the unknown. She lifts it delicately in her palm, before meeting my gaze once more. Apathy swirls behind her bright eyes, colliding with wonder and anticipation. The ticking is louder now, almost unbearable.
Gritting my teeth, I raise my hand in return, and slowly begin to reach towards her. Once again, the slight space between us is reduced, and her own outstretched fingertips are nearly to mine.
The cool sensation of the glass my hand connects with races through my arm, chasing my blood and freezing my veins. The girl on the other side stares back at me with the same bewildered expression that I know reflects my own.
Beneath my soft touch, the glass splinters slightly, cracking upwards. The girl's sad eyes leave mine, as we watch our images of eachother shatter and fall to the once beautiful ground.
I stumble backwards, walking and then running away from the girl, from myself.
Distantly, I notice a loud, piercing noise interrupting the still air. It takes me a moment to realize that it is just my own screams. -
July 25, 09:16 PM
Saving Secrets
Secrets we never told anyone,
Still linger on my tongue.
There have been so many memories made,
All absent of you,
Like a thunderstorm missing the brilliant flash of lightening.
Do you remember the cold nights in February,
Where we would wrap ourselves in stories to keep warm?
We mixed comedies and tragedies,
Laughter and tears,
A terrible mistake in the making.
But we were naïve,
We refused to learn the lessons that had the power to save everything.
We could have made those nights last forever,
Instead we let go.
We awaited the slap of regret,
The mark left a sign to show everyone we were reckless.
Now we both sit alone,
Shivering in the dark,
Staring eye-to-eye with the past.
Our tear stained cheeks,
Our mouths that only seem to let through painful screams,
Are all we have left to prove it was real. -
July 22, 03:54 PM
The Season To Fall
If this is what's real, then I don't want to feel. But it seems to consume every inch of my presence
and flips my vision. It brings along with me, a new reflection to look upon in dreaded times.
You took a piece. And still continue to. You break it off and for a memorable moment, I am withouta loving mechanism. Set in unfamiliar places, filled to the brim with unfamiliar emotions.
People will come and go. Much like the leaves delicately placed upon a tree by the will of nature,
sent to fall at the right time. I'm just waiting to fall from your tree. But it seems this is not my season.Writer: Jenna Young
Hi, I'm Jenna and I believe in the sand beneath my toes. I'm fourteen, and currently going to high school in a small town outside of Vancouver, British Columbia. If I could be anything, I just want to be happy. -
July 21, 04:40 AM
You Are All I Need
In this catastrophic world
Where death lurks around every corner
Our demons roam restlessly throughout the night
And pain and suffering haunt the air
But this turmoil is no match to your smile
Even in the coldest winters
When the wind stings my frozen face
And the cold stretches from my head to my toes
The warmth of a fire cannot warm me
But your arms, wrapped tight, are my sanctuary
When my depression is a stranglehold
And the darkness is overbearing
The weight of my thoughts pulls me under
Your eyes are my guiding light
The way they shine is brighter than the sunAs the moon casts shadows over this forgotten placeThe stars dance wildly around us
You’ve captured the core of my being
The essence of our love is beauty
Empowering me to close the distance
This is my heart’s song
The belief is hidden in my soul
Tonight is our moonlit fantasy
Everything about you is wonderful
You are all I need
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July 18, 07:32 PM
The Noob's Guide to Posting YouTube Comments
Posting comments on YouTube is easy. Sign in, watch a video, and leave a comment below. It sounds simple, but this is where so many people go wrong. I've seen a few people (a few, mind you) leaving NICE comments on videos. What?!?! WTF?! Noobs these days...
Here are 10 helpful hints for leaving comments on YouTube videos:
1. Yu must tipe lyk dis
2. You must insult at least one random commenter.
3. It is highly encouraged that you start an internet argument. Remember, the more insults you can get in, the better. Use a lot of exclamation marks and CAPS to get your point across.
4. Since nothing on the internet is real, say the video is fake. Then insult the person that made the video by questioning their sexuality.
5. By default, the person that posted the video is stupid. Therefore, you should always display your intelligence by insulting their mother and/or threatening to kill their entire family.
6. Remember, your opinion is better, more knowledgeable, and more important than everyone else's. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. If they do, refer to #3.
7. If you're over 30 years old, try your hardest to type with the grammar of a 10 year old. (I'm assuming that you have to try) ..No one likes a showoff.
8. You're perfect, and you make perfect videos. Therefore, you should point out every little mistake that the uploader made. Plus, you know, add a few cuss words and stuff. Exaggeration is key.
9. If after you carry out #8, someone tells you "If you don't like the video, don't watch it", once again, refer to #3. And add in some of the family threatening from #5.
10. If you're not in the mood for demeaning other people, find one of those chain comments that you're suppossed to copy and paste or face certain death, and leave it on every video ever made. Everyone loves spam comments!
P.S. Ya dun goofed. -
July 18, 04:16 PM
Bruises Pt.7
Secrets. I have them. You have them. Everyone has them. I don't tell anybody simply because there's no one there to listen. People tell me things, small things that don't even begin to measure up to what I am constantly keeping inside.Taylor puts the plaster on my knee. My hands are bandaged up with toilet paper and cello tape. I don't mind as it works. I may be in great pain but it's okay because it distracts me from the emotional ones.Taylor's badly banged up too. A black eye, a bleeding head and a bust lip. He won't admit to any pain and his facial expression is blank and emotionless. Makes me wonder what's going on underneath.He pulls himself up onto the chair next to me."Better?" he asks. I nod and roll my jeans back down."Thank you," I say, sitting back and letting myself relax for the first time today."Why did you defend me?" asks Taylor. My relaxed mood is instantly crushed.I look at him and his eyes move from the floor to mine. The words I want to say stick in my throat. I try to get them out desperately; I don't know what they are though . . . I don't know the reason."You needed help," I say."But you didn't have to. Why did you want to?" he asks."You're not a horrible person," I say. I expect this to be a good thing but he shakes his head sadly."You don't know me," he says, looking away."Yeah but-""I'm not a nice person," he states. He doesn't have to write down his words for me to know there's a full stop at the end of that sentence."You seem nice to me," I say."Yeah, well things aren't always as they seem, surely you would know that."Surely you would know that. The doubts and fears build up in me again; he sees my quiet panic and tries to smile."I didn't mean anything by it. I'm not calling you a fake." But that's what I am, isn't it? I have built a life on a foundation of lies. How more fake can you get?A stiff silence settles between us for a few minutes."I started the fight," he says. I didn't expect him to say that, out of all the things I thought he'd say that wasn't one of them."Why?" I say."My brother. They were talking about my brother. I got mad and hit them."His brother? What brother? Where was he? He couldn't be living with him or I'd have seen or heard.I could ask him one million questions about it. But I don't. He looks away and decides he'd rather stare down at his shoes. His jaw is set hard, his lips pressed firmly together to make sure he doesn't say anything he shouldn't.The bell goes and suddenly the hall is filled with teenagers charging noisily. We look at each other; we both know it's time to get back to our own worlds.I stand up but before I can walk Taylor grabs my arm."What?" I ask."Thanks for everything and for not asking questions," he smiles."It's fine, I get it," I say, shrugging the way he always does.I do get it, all too well. But what's his secret?It couldn't be bigger than mine, could it? -
July 18, 12:35 PM
White Lies
We have these little sayings; adages and idioms that are intended either to appeal to the emotions of another person, or just to make ourselves feel better. They’re meant to soften the proverbial blow to the gut that life deals us. The problem is that these simple sayings are completely devoid of real meaning. They're little, harmless white lies like...There’s no I in team...No, but there is an M and an E in team, which is fitting… Who always ends up doing all the work? ME. If you’ve ever been part of a team where not everyone pulls their weight, you know exactly what I mean.
Waste not, want not...
My aunt takes pride in growing her own garden. The outcome is always a bounty of vegetables too great for the family to eat, thus begins the long and boring process of canning the left-overs. The problem is, no matter how many jars of squash, tomatoes, or beans we have, I still WANT some a nice steak. We should be always be thankful for the things that we have, but if we don’t want and strive for more, then things will always stay the same.Hate to burst your bubble...This couldn’t be a more blatant lie. If we actually hated to burst someone’s metaphorical bubble of fallacy, then we’d just keep our mouths shut and let them believe whatever falsehood we intend to correct them on. We naturally get pleasure asserting our intellectual superiority over others, it’s not harsh or hateful, just the truth.Money can’t buy you happiness...
This is what they tell poor people to keep down a riot. Think about what makes you happy. Friends? Puppies? Cars? Vacations? Love? Family? As sad as it may be, money can buy all of those things, whether we want to acknowledge it or not.
Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me...I prefer Ellen DeGeneres’ version of this saying “Sticks and stones may break my bones but words ... words might hurt deeply, causing great emotional, mental, and psychological damage leading to a lowered self-esteem and decreased work-related efficiency.” We can put up a strong front and pretend to be unbothered by insults, but in the end, bullying hurts. And no one should ever put their pride ahead of their feelings.Nice guys finish last...As an extremely nice guy, I’m happy to report that this is false. Being kind to everyone creates relationships and reports with everyone and opens up opportunities all around you. I volunteered to help a friend with a 2 week program for kids, one thing led to another, now I teach the program on my own and even have my own office space. The hold-up is that nice guys often get the spotlight taken from them by pompous attention-hungry jerks. And to keep from hurting anyone’s feelings, we let it slide. But, if kindness is tempered by assertiveness then the nice guy will always come out on top.
Hard work never killed anyone...Have you ever heard of a “dead shovel”? That’s Emergency Room slang for someone who dies while shoveling snow. Every year approximately 1000 people suffer heart attacks while shoveling snow… tell them hard work never killed anyone.If at first you don’t succeed, try, try again...Actually, quitting is empowering, it reminds us that we have power over our own lives. If something isn’t working out, and it’s really not worth the effort of continuing, then don’t waste your time. Assert control and end it. The key to this, however, is being able to realize what is and is not worth perseverance: If you’ve failed three classes in school, get your act together, get tutoring, and get your grades up. If you've broken three clutches on manual transmission vehicles; maybe an automatic is better for you. Be logical with your choices.I don’t care what other people think of me...While the way you see yourself should come first and foremost, everyone cares what other people think of them. It’s not a weakness. It’s not a fault. Caring about what other people think about you is part of caring about yourself. But when it goes too far either way, it becomes a problem. If you don’t care enough what others think, it lowers your inhibitions towards life and will result in some sort of self-destructive behavior. If you care too much it can lowers your self esteem and makes you feel like you can never good enough. Balance is crucial in maintaining a healthy image of yourself. -
July 17, 03:05 AM
Stranger
Your mother raucously barges through your bedroom door and asks, “Do you know where the remote control is?” Surprised to see you so dressed up, she looks you up and down with eyebrows raised. “And where are you going?”“A masquerade ball,” you reply, glancing at the mirror. In the reflection, you see a long, graceful gown following the curves of your body, soon billowing out and falling to the floor around you. Turning away, you grab your mask off your desk as you slip by your mother through the door. “And sorry, I don’t know where the remote control is.”The door bell rings as you make your way down the stairs. You open the door and find your two best friends, smiling, also in beautiful gowns.“Bye, Mom,” you say as you exit the house. Your mom doesn’t reply, so you close the door and head to the dance with your best friends.The three of you chat animatedly in high-pitched, excited voices all the way until you arrive at the masquerade ball. Once the three of you walk in, you’re split from them almost immediately.It’s a thrilling scene, replicated right out of a movie. You can’t stop the grin from appearing on your face as you study the new surroundings. Lovely gowns, like yours, trail the glossy floor that reflects the light form the chandeliers, illuminating the entire ball room. Boys in identical penguin suits court giggling, innocent girls. Ornate masks hide the identities of everyone in the room, adding to the mystery in the air. The entire situation sets butterflies off in your stomach.“Contain yourself,” a boy warns as he approaches you, clearly amused.“I’m trying,” you squeal.He offers you his hand, requesting a dance. You place your hand in his and he leads you to the dance floor. The grin on your face only widens as your partner spins you and pulls you closer.“What makes you so happy about this place?” he asks you, noticing your continuous smile.“I don’t know,” you respond, “I just love this atmosphere of mystery. With all these identities hidden, I can just make up my own mental image of how everyone else looks and acts. It’s like my own real-life fairytale.”His lips twitch as he suppresses a smile. “So what do I look like in your head?”You bite your bottom lip, contemplating his question. “Decent looking, fit, smart, funny, and sensitive.”“In other words, the perfect guy.”“Exactly.”He gives you a charming smile. “So that means you like me.”“I don’t know you,” you laugh.“Isn’t that the point?” he replies.You smile in agreement.Once the song finishes, he excuses himself and is soon replaced by your two best friends. The night continues on and you spend the remainder of it with your friends. Unfortunately, the evening is cut short once a chandelier crashes to floor and everyone is evacuated.Outside, a boy in a penguin suit and a mask walks up to you and your best friends. He smiles, clearly amused. “Of course the three of you would be together,” he laughs. “Joy, Love, and--” he stops as he meets eyes with you, his smile faltering for a moment.“Hi,” you finish for him. You recognize him as an acquaintance. It’s evident he doesn’t enjoy your company.He recomposes himself. “Hello,” he replies.Joy wraps her arms around Love. “The three of us will always be found together. After all, where would Love be without us?”The boy smiles. “This is correct. Love wouldn’t be Love without the two of you always hanging around her.” He parts with you three after that and the three of you begin to walk back to your homes.“I don’t think he likes me very much,” you say once he’s out of earshot distance.Love takes off her mask and gives you a sympathetic look. “Well, you and Familiarity are strangers. Opposites almost. It’s only natural you guys wouldn’t get along.”“I don’t think I’ve ever talked to him long enough to know that we’re opposites,” I point out.“Exactly,” Love replies. “You’re always friendly and respectful to everyone, but you rarely get close enough to truly know them. So most people are virtually strangers to you. He, on the other hand, isn’t necessarily respectful to everyone at the first meeting, but he always takes the time to understand people.”“He’s pretty much friends with everyone,” Joy says. Before you can add anything else, she perks up and squeals, “Oh, you danced with that one guy tonight, right? How was he?”Your mind reverses back to earlier that night. “Yeah, I liked him.”Your two friends exchange amused looks.“You don’t know him,” Joy laughs.“That’s the point,” you respond as you arrive at your house.You say your goodbyes to your friends and enter your house. You find your mother in the kitchen. Like she had done earlier in the night, she looks you up and down with raised eyebrows. “Did you go trick-or-treating or something?” she asks.“I went to a masquerade ball with Love and Joy,” you sigh.Your mother makes an unpleasant face. “I never liked those two friends of yours. They’re clearly fake and superficial; people not worth your time.”“You don’t even know them,” you reply, slightly frustrated.Waving you off, your mother walks out of the kitchen, leaving you alone. You remember your mother is Ignorance. She’s always like this concerning everything.And you remember who you are and the various names given to you.Love is rarely seen without you and Joy. Familiarity and you are strangers. You’re the daughter of Ignorance. Or otherwise known as Admiration. -
July 16, 04:28 AM
Find Me
This is the end,I'm sinking into the ocean,The pressure is making my head spin,I can't breathe anymore.My thoughts are pulling me in deeper,If you'd just reach out I could make it,It never happens,Your hand always fails to find mine.Our hands are perfectly matched,Like puzzle pieces we'd fit together,You'd never let me go,But you don't even see me.I could make this perfect,I could resurface and find you,The lighting is just perfect,That's when you'd close your eyes.Why can't you see this?Our lips need to be together,I'm missing half of my soul,You don't understand what's wrong.I'm still drowning,I'll only get deeper,You'll get farther and farther away,We'll never touch.The years will pass,The memories will fade,I'll be the girl on the ocean floor,You'll be the boy that got away. -
July 14, 02:25 AM
Sticks & Stones
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How many times will you pretend to worry,
and then do exactly what you wished I wouldn't do?
When this journey is over, the records will show,
that I only ever wanted to be with you.
"I don't ever want to lose you" is what I was told,
right before you found somebody new.
And now the sirens are sounding, the world is unraveling,
hope is spiraling down to the ground.
I could go on and on but these words will continue
to shake anxiously from being so profound.
If you only knew how much I've been trying to scream,
but my voice has seemed to lose it's sound,
maybe you'd be the person that I wanted you to be,
someone that tries to stick around. -
July 13, 02:00 PM
Silent Surrender
I promise not utter a word when the ground falls out from beneath us,
All of the slurred lies finally covering everything,
I will sink beneath them,
Drowning with each new story.
I promise that I will remain quiet,
Because if I don’t your whole life with collapse before you.
You will lose the ones who love you,
All because of a weakness you have for a bottle.
Your escape for the moment,
That leaves you tumbling through the door,
Lying completely unconscious on the floor.
The infinite times you told me it was over,
I believed you.
Every tear shed the days you were gone,
Never seemed to change you.
Every time life turned a corner you didn’t want to take,
You lost yourself in the blur of intoxication.
But I’ll keep my promise,
Watch you slowly drift away from the truth,
With every sip you take,
The flame in your throat as the alcohol rushes through,
Leaves you feeling in control,
Nothing can hurt you if you run away,
No more scars left from the burn of the reality.
I will soak up your deception,
And live in it with you.
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July 11, 04:48 PM
Bruises Pt.6
Taylor's a nice person. That's my final conclusion for the week I've known him. He's quiet in class not deigning to speak to anyone . . . but me that is. He doesn't try to make friends but he's not rude either. All in all he's doing okay, for now at least.I drag my feet out onto the playground, looking down at the bleak grey gravel where I stand. I glare at the black railings, which successfully cage me in.My eyes are still fixed on the railings when I hear chanting. I look up to see what seems to be most of my year gathered in the centre. Curiosity captures me quickly and I begin to move towards them.My walk breaks into a run and I push through the crowd, desperate to see. Taylor is there in the middle . . . fighting, with two of Dan's best friends, Max and Pete. I look around for Dan, but I can't see him. Is he here? Would he stop it even if he was?Max hits out at Taylor and Pete tackles him from behind, I watch as Taylor struggles desperately. Max's punch sends Taylor falling to the floor, he lays there scarily still for a moment. I clamp my hands over my eyes so I don't have to see. But they fall back down to my sides just as quickly.They start to kick him and I wince, feeling it myself somehow."Stop it!" I scream, "leave him alone." But my words are buried under the encouraging yells of the others.Taylor drags himself back up. It's barely been a second before Max holds his arms back, Pete with a smirk on his face raises his fist in the air.I can't take it and run out in front of Taylor. I think maybe Pete will stop and re-evaluate, that maybe someone will back me up. But that doesn't happen.Pete's fist slams into my side. I fall down with the impact onto my hands and knees. The gravel grazes my hands and cuts into my legs. I want to scream but bite down on my lip instead.Shock ripples through the crowd, Pete stands at the edge of it, staring at me in horror.I shut my eyes trying to block out the pain. I don't succeed.I open them to see everyone gathered around me. Their questions flow in and I suddenly feel like I'm in hell. I had a nightmare quite similar to this once, but unlike the nightmare I can't escape.I'm closed in and I can feel the oxygen leave me. I sit trapped trying to breathe in and out. Fear grows inside me, rising quickly, threatening to spill over. Any second I will fall apart, I need to get out of here. I can't breathe. I can't breathe.Someone kneels beside me. I see their faded jeans and plaited leather bracelets. Taylor.I want to say something. From the look he gives me so does he? But there's just silence between us. He puts his arms around me and picks me up. No one comments or blocks his way. They just step aside and let him pass.I smile and savour the taste of air in my mouth. My heart rate returns to normal and I can speak again."What are you doing?" I ask.He considers my question for a moment, then he looks at me, satisfied with what he's about to say."I'm saving you." -
July 08, 09:37 PM
Burn with Me
The clock’s run out, we’ve reached the brink
We fiddled as our world crumbled beneath our feet
And wept when the heavens burned without mercy
Yet, beyond rhyme or reason, it spared the two of us
Left us standing. Floating. Falling together in the purified abyss
Only us and a lonely glow looming in the distance
We run to it, a beacon in the darkness
It’s Pandora’s sacred virtue
A dwindling gleam of hope that drives us forward
Seconds pass in ages, at last we reach it
A smoldering fire
You and I, we face the flames
We three impossible things at the edge of night
Sins and shadows cast far behind us
By divine instinct we know what we must do
I take your hands in mine and look you in the eyes
They glisten with fear and uncertaintyAnd the silver light of your shining soulGlowing cinders dance like Beltane torches
A perfect embrace before the plunge
Together we will burn
Each spark destined to become a shining cosmic jewel
Wisps of flame spin threads of fate
And weave a tapestry of febrile dreams
We will bask in the splendor of fire
Like a Phoenix, resurrected from the ashes of death
Consummated by the same inferno that ravaged our worlds
Our immortal passion will create life anew
We will be coronated by flames
Wreathed and robed in illustrious scarlet
And adorned by crowns of golden dawn
Two hearts ablaze in eternal glory
Burn with me? -
July 06, 09:28 PM
My Stranger
You don't know meUnderneath this beautiful façadeBelow the surface of my ivory skinI am a monsterI'm dangerousRuthless in natureDon't try to understand meI'll burn youI can't loveMy heart is a war zoneTorn between loving and hatingIt's a messMy life is a disasterHope is irrelevant
Lies fill my bloodThey will overcome meInsomnia is my best friend
Countless days spent wandering
Lost souls are never peacefulLovers are restlessThey are hidden inside meMy demons screamTeeth bared and wings openThey tear open my insidesI don't know who I am anymoreMy life is a mystery to meThese demons take controlI am a stranger to myself -
July 05, 05:07 PM
Your Lullaby
Indecision mocks your tired eyes as
Silhouettes of your past dance through your mind.
Secrets linger on the tip of your tongue,
Unsure, even of themselves.
Naked, despite the infinite layers, you
Glow defiantly with words left unsung.
Blindly feeling through a maze of lights,
You find that one has gone out.
Misunderstood and sleepy,
You pick her up.
Her silence whispers through you,
Enveloping you in blissful peace.
Artfully molded, you
Resign;
To everything she beholds. -
July 05, 03:22 PM
Relive The Prelude.
Can we just go back the start?
Back to when the only things that could hurt us were sticks and stones,
Where the words spoken meant nothing.
They were just syllables and spaces,
Nothing more, nothing less.
Nearing the end now,
We realize the meaning of those words,
How much power they truly have over our minds and lives.
Changing the way we see the horizon.
We no longer watch through our own eyes,
We see the light from a different perspective,
Suddenly understanding the pure beauty of the world we walk through everyday.
And before you make your exit,
Could you do me a final favor?
Grant me this wish,
A simple sentence to disguise the sinking feeling,
Sing me a lullaby to get rid of the nightmares of insanity,
Keep my heart safe when you are a hundred lonely miles away.
A look back on the times we felt limitless,
Remember the endless Sunday nights,
That we spent watching the stars,
Hearing our countless dreams about forever.
Can we just go back to the start?
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July 04, 03:44 PM
Bruises Pt.5
The memories come in large waves. Rising high and crashing down on top of me, pushing me down into the darkness. I remember the smell of my dad's cologne when I walked in to find my mum and dad fighting.I spotted the suitcase on the floor. I saw my mum's broken expression. I saw my dad's anger, his frustration. He was leaving us.I needed to do something. Anything I could to make this not happen. I rushed towards my dad and tugged on his shirt."Dad, please stop," I begged. He glared at me and brushed me off like I was something irritating, not his daughter. It was only then I realised this happened a lot. The coldness of his looks, the harsh dismissal, it was all too familiar.I stepped back slowly and stopped letting their words float over me and grabbed them from the air."You can't leave me, you can't!" my mother cried. Her hand was over her heart, in hope it would help the pain."Yes I can. You should have got rid of it. It was never our plan," he said. My head spun, I didn't understand. What plans?"I couldn't, Jim!""No you wouldn't. You wouldn't abandon it either like I told you to. You just wouldn't listen. I've had to pay for your mistake for eleven years!"Eleven years? It bounced around in my mind. I was eleven. Me? It? It. I was it. I felt a stab in my chest and had to take a moment to breathe."I'll make it easier on you, I promise. Just don't leave me. You said you never would remember?"She clung to him, on her knees, her face buried in his shirt. He didn't put his arms around her, he gazed into the distance, over her, over me, his eyes empty. No love, no emotion."You made your choice, just live with it," he said. But it wasn't that simple. He meant everything to her. She loved him more than anyone, she cared about him most and he was standing there. . . breaking her heart.He moved away from her, so she fell, on her hands and knees on the floor. He picked up his suitcase and opened the door. Something died in my mother's eyes."Let it go, Jan," he told her. She sat in defeat, it was clear she had lost. He shut the door and she began to sob loudly. Her shoulder's shook and I wouldn't have been surprised if she shattered into pieces.The silence deafened me. My mum hugged her knees, rocking back and forth as she cried."It will be all right, it's not your fault," I said, softly.She whipped around to face me."No, it's your fault!" she screamed. She got up and went to the kitchen, managing to swallow a bottle of wine in less than three minutes. She set her eyes on me again and I felt my heart fall. "If I had got rid of you, he'd be here, I'd be happy. You ruined everything."It was the first time she'd hit me. It was when I realised what pain really was.It's my fault. I am the cause of her eternal loneliness. She will never forget it. She will never let me forget either. -
July 03, 05:32 AM
Once Upon A Time
Once upon a time
there was this boy
with a head full of problems
and a lack of motivation
and no one cared
His father told him he wasn't good enough
and so he believed him
and so he slept all day
and so he never replied
Once upon a time
there was this boy
and this boy had an idea
but he didn't want to be made fun of
for having it
and Everyone told him he was weird
and so he believed them
and so he slept all day
and so he never tried
Once upon a time
there was this boy
with no reason to live
but to be free from death
and this boy had a wish
and he wished it every night
The stars told him that he was okay
and so he believed them
and so he slept all day
and so he never died
Once upon a time
there was this boy
and every time he felt happy
this girl was the cause
He told himself if he could sleep all day
and dream about her
that maybe this dream could be reality
and so he believed it
and so he slept all day
and so he never cried
Once upon a time
there was this boy
and one day he decided to reply
"If I'm not good enough for you,
then you're not good enough for me"
and the night sky urged him to try
His wish came true, his dream a reality,
he lived a wonderful life
The world told him to give up, to lay down and die.
and so he never believed a word they said
and so he slept for the strength, not to hide from the truth
and so he kissed the girl every night -
July 02, 08:13 PM
Hurricane
You are a hurricane
Blissfully engulfing me in the mercy
you so willingly hold present at any moment.
And here I am, rustling about in the grace You withhold.
With heartstrings attached,
I'll use what little hope I have left to believe that,
maybe I didn't mess up as badly as I thought.
And the hope to never confide
myself against You ever again.
But most of all, the kind of hope I need,to believe that you can and will keep me safe
from the obscurities one can hold.
I fall. I fumble. I mess up. And I say things that I don't mean.
I'm hopeless. I'm scared. I'm tired.
I'm ready to get rid of the dirt. Just fall.
And let You catch me. -
June 30, 09:15 PM
Hero.
Behind closed eyes, you see nothing but darkness. A few moments pass. You make out an obscure boy standing between shadows. His broad shoulders are meant to protect and to care. His chin is lifted, proud and dependable.As his eyes glance around the unfamiliar environment, you find an array of light flickering through his bright irises.Faith. Warmth. Freedom.The lights dance around his eyes, forever moving. They pierce through the dark haze, keeping him safe and afloat. The darkness won’t consume him.You're wrong though.The shadows grow, morphing into fog. The murky air devours the weakening light. Unafraid, he stands his ground, prepared for the unknown. But soon, all his light is taken away.Your eyes drowsily open to meet the night. Closing your eyes, you try to fall asleep again. To your dismay, it’s impossible.Groggily, you get out of bed and walk over to open your window. In the vibrant moonlight, you notice someone.A long, elegant gown follows the curves of her body before fanning out around her. She sits on the grass, face raised to the moon. Her soft hair glimmers in the moonlight, chasing the gentle breeze of the night.Taking a seat, you rest your head against the wall and wonder what she’s doing on your front lawn in the middle of the night.Before you can ponder about the girl any longer, you’re brought back to the darkness. The boy so confident earlier is now trapped within blackness, lost and suspicious.A pair of hands seizes his one arm, pulling him to the right. A soft buzzing resonates through the air. The boy glances, worried, in that direction.Another pair of hands grabs his other arm, fiercely dragging him to the left. The boy winces in pain. The buzzing soon turns into a ring.There are two different pitches, seemingly arguing. Each pair yanks at the boy’s arms simultaneously, as if he was a prize won by the best fighter. With each tug, the ring grows louder.The boy recoils in pain. He clenches his teeth, so no cry can escape from his mouth. As he’s being torn apart, the tugging becomes more vicious while the ringing becomes unbearable.His shoulders sag, ready to give in. His lowered head keeps his lifeless gaze glued to the floor. His eyes show no more light. Shadows slither through the once bright eyes.Hurt. Fear. Doubt.The tugging and the ringing reach their climax before falling completely silent. The hands release their grip on the boy’s arms, scuttling away.He falls into the darkness, breathless and cold.Your eyes fly open, wide awake. Your heart is ready to jump out of your chest. You wipe your sweaty palms on your pants. The goose bumps on your skin prickle as you shiver from the remnants of your dream.Standing up, you close your opened window. Outside, you notice the girl still occupies both your lawn and the moon.You walk through your quiet house and slip through the front door, heading for the girl.She hears your footsteps and looks up with a goofy smile. "Good morning," she greets you. "I thought it might be rude of me to ring your doorbell so early." Your heart begins to calm down. The goose bumps fade. You’re relieved to see your best friend, despite the ungodly hour.She pats the grass next to her, inviting you to sit down. You take the invitation. Instantly, your friend begins to ramble about her exciting evening at a masquerade ball. As you listen, you can’t help but be soothed by her voice.Soon enough, the boy shrouded in darkness reappears. The scene continues. He lies there on the ground, nearly broken and hopeless. Nearly, but not wholly.It takes a while, but slowly, specks of light resurface in his gray eyes. Weak at first, they only heal the wounds within his body. However, the light strengthens and eliminates the smothering dullness, heaving him back on his feet.The black color is picked away, like how a child picks dried glue off his fingers. Gradually, his fingers are clean; the color black is gone.Although tired and weary, he lifts his head and stands straight, revealing his eyes. The dark chemicals mix with the dancing lights, forming an intricate world behind his eyes.Wise. Knowing. Understanding.He seems to see right through your skin into your soul, finding the truth. Nothing is hidden from him. No longer broken. No longer hopeless. He is reborn with every lesson already learned.In the new illumination, you recognize him. The way he stands. The structure of his face. The silence he keeps.He is you; you are him.With eyes open again, your friend mutters, "Sorry for boring you."You smile in apology. You see the sun has risen slightly above the horizon.She stands up beside you, stretching her arms. "Long night," she comments. "Let's eat." Already, she’s walking toward your kitchen.You follow her lead."I don't get you," she sighs. "People hand over their vulnerability to you, and you give to them a new confidence." She makes a face. "And you always keep silent, never complaining about the burden." Her long dress catches underneath her feet constantly as she stumbles along. "You’re like an undefined law. No one understands you, but everyone knows you’re the good guy."The moment she trips, your outstretched arms are there to catch her.Relief washes over her face. "It’s nice to know I’ll always be caught whenever I fall." Re-establishing her balance, she holds his hands. "You know, I think that’s why we make such good friends, despite how mysterious you are. I need you, and you kind of need me." She grins. "After all, I am Love and you are Trust." -
June 30, 12:51 AM
Breathe
Constantly searching for the one thing that will bring you joyTurn back from your self fulfilling liesListen to the whispersJoin in with the chorus of tomorrow's propheciesNever make a soundEnter a world where nobody cares about the decisions you makeDo what you feelNot what everyone else believesRun until the world comes to an endWhere the sky kisses the earthSing until you can no longer feel the vibrations of your voiceWhen the screaming inside your head becomes too loudWhisperEscape into the sorrows of this godforsaken cityRelease your broken heart into the mess we've madeLet the blood run into the streetsIt's a river of miseryOpen your eyes and exhaleBreathe out the bad and start freshEvery breath you take is a new memoryChange your name and move awayForget about your pastYou have no regrets
Leave this place and your hopes and dreamsEat your heart out and swallow the painRelease the tension and run awayCalm your sensesSlow your breathing -
June 28, 11:25 AM
Unseen Truth
A chance to speak those words burning in my throat,
A chance to let you know every deep secret hidden behind the walls we’ve built,
Strong and sturdy so no one can see how fractured our lives have become.
We are safe behind these brick walls.
The sentences we try to form,
Never make it past our lips.
They get caught up in our imagination,
As we watch the possibilities of what could be.
Staring at the truth of what might happen if we let our thoughts slip through our sealed lips.
They would find out every detail,
Every lie we’ve told to avoid confrontation,
Every smile we’ve plastered just to make it through the day,
Every thought of giving up that has ever passed by our never ceasing minds.
They would know us, for who we truly are,
Not the identity we’ve created to make life simpler,
The one that believes every lie,
The one that never has to fake a smile,
The one who would never give up on the grasp she has on hope.
But that wall and that identity will all fall away someday,
We will accidentally let our thoughts move past our mind,
And we will be left to deal with the chaos we have made,
A hurricane that will wash away all the safety we hold on to.
Until then, we will be lost behind our walls,
Keeping our hands over our mouths to keep you from seeing the secrets of our dysfunctional world.
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"And the people in the photographs always seem a lot happier than you are." -
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July 30, 03:46 PM
DO YOU HATE GOD????
YOU DON’T GOT NO PANCAKE MIX.
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July 30, 03:45 PM
What happened to Lauren? LaLaaLaaaLauren from twitter? did she disappear?
She was a fake.
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July 29, 04:55 PM
World Domination Conspiracy (from Collegehumor.com)
- Obama: You all know why I called you here; TJ12ACB commented on a Youtube video and exposed all our conspiracies.
- Illuminati: Uh-oh. How bad is it?
- Obama: He posted it in all caps.
- Justin Bieber: Dear God…
- Time Traveler: What are we going to do?
- Obama: I don't know yet. It's lucky I found it so soon. He must have deciphered all those strange and evil clues we put out.
- Robot: Maybe we should stop leaving those clues around.
- Obama: Maybe you should shut up.
- Illuminati: Well, thank goodness you read every single comment people make on the internet. But now what?
- Reptillians: We could fake something.
- Obama: Great. I love faking things! This is going even better than the time we faked the moon landing and Utah.
- Robot: Utah?
- Obama: Come on; did you really think there was a Utah? Wake up sheeple.
- Aliens: Sorry we're late, guys. We were busy just totally existing this whole time with no one noticing.
- Obama: Hey guys; It's a good thing America has hid your existence for all time.
- Illuminati: And that no aliens have ever been to other countries, for some reason.
- Obama: Which reminds me; thanks for running everything with the Jews, Illuminati. I owe you a sandwich sometime.
- Illuminati: You guys run everything too?
- Jews: Of course! That's why nothing bad has ever happened to Jews throughout history.
- Bigfoot: I thought you guys were getting it pretty easy…
- Justin Bieber: Maybe we should rig it so TJ12ACB looks crazy, even though he clearly isn't crazy, because how could a crazy person know that I, Justin Bieber, am a Korean spy?
- Robots: Exactly, agent Wu-Jung. He's clearly a genius; but we need to rig it so he looks crazy even though he totally isn't.
- NBA Referees: Like how whenever anyone's favorite team loses it's because we rigged everything.
- Obama: Exactly. But we have to focus; TJ12ACB is literally the most important man in the world, no matter what backhand comments that guy at Subway makes about his weight.
- Reptillians: Right. He is a super genius; and to think his parents wanted him to get a job or something.
- Aliens: Should we kill him like we killed JFK?
- Mafia: I thought that was us.
- Aliens: (shrugs) who knows these days?
- Obama: We need to think of something; the last thing we need is for someone to reveal how I am literally Hitler; Secret Muslim Kenyan Hitler.
- Robots: That wouldn't bode well for the re-election, especially during the 2012 apocalypse.
- Bigfoot: So we're agreed; let's get him!
- Obama: But we have no way to find out who TJ12ACB is! We simply don't have the technology.
- Reptillians: He has defeated us! Arrrrrgh!
- Obama: Yes he has. Despite the fact that we rigged everything in the entire world, for some reason we cannot trace a Youtube poster.
- Justin Bieber: Curses! Hissssss! (Turns into his snake form)
- Obama: But he truly is a hero, willing to fight us even if it means he can never even kiss a girl, because his duty is so great to the world, not because he's scared to do it or anything.
- Illuminati: Yes; TJ12ACB Youtube is a genius and a lone hero. Secretly, we respect him.
- Obama: Now, let's get back to work here; we have an alleged “Oil- “Spill- to “Clean- “Up- in the “Ocean- if you know what I mean…
- Robot: Nuking Atlantis! Of course...
- Obama: We can only hope TJ12ACB doesn't tell everyone on Warcraft.
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July 29, 02:57 PM
What happened with koalas and dolphins yesterday? I'm confused by the tweets that you posted.
They are extinct. Haven’t you heard?
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July 28, 11:17 PM
this may be rude but are you gay? or metro sexual?
100% straight. I’m not sure how you missed the fact that I like Kaytee, but whatever lol
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July 28, 07:13 PM
Are you looking for that one person that completes you, or are you waiting for the world to want you to find that person?
Well, you see, there’s this girl that goes by the name of Antonio…
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July 28, 12:21 PM
I don't
believe in any religion. I think religion serves a purpose, but I’ve also realized that believing in something just to believe in it is a very ignorant thing to do. I don’t know how the world was made. I don’t know what will happen when I die.
and I won’t believe one person or one religion over another, because no one on Earth knows either of those things.
I do respect other people’s beliefs, although I might not agree with them.
A lot of people ask me about this, so here you go. My religion: None.
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July 27, 02:05 PM
Do you text Kaytee? I'm honestly not trying to be a fangirl and find out everything about you. You just seem so passionate and it'd be weird if you never talked to her but still liked her...you know what I'm kind of saying? I guess I'm just asking if you talk to her on some what of a regular basis so you know what she's like, because you love her and all.
Sorry for having like the bajillionth Kaytee question and sorry if I offended you haha
:D ♥We’ve texted and talked to each other on MSN for probably 4 months
:)
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July 27, 01:22 PM
Good morning Brandonbear :)
I'm up unnaturally early, and wish that you would wake up one of these days so we can be awake together.Good morning Kayteebear :)
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July 26, 12:30 AM
You come across as an old soul in your writing. Do you suppose you were always like that, or has something caused you to look at the bigger picture in life? - @the_love_way
Maybe both. I feel like I’m the same person that I was when I was 5 years old. But then again, things have happened that have made me more aware of things, at an earlier age than most people become aware of them
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July 25, 11:21 PM
Weird.
If I had one word to describe life, that would be it.
I mean, one day I’m no one. One day I’m looking up to all of these people. One day I’m in high school, picking bubble gum out of my hair because an obnoxious kid decided he wanted to be a jerk to me.
And then one day, everything changes. Like, for a second, I don’t feel like the struggling was for no reason. One day I’m being looked up to.
One day I’m watching TV, and the next day I’m talking to TV stars.
This coming year is going to be a big one. I can feel it.
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July 25, 09:43 PM
if u were a singer and u could sing your poems, what genre would u sing?
indie
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July 25, 09:11 PM
So, this might come across as like, rude or stereo-typical, but im not trying to be either of those things. I was just wondering if it was difficult in high school for you?
I mean, you seem like the guy who goes against the grain, which, don't get me wrong, is a good thing. But i know high school-ers can be cruel towards those who don't 'follow the pack', so i was wondering if you ever experienced any of that these past 4 years?I’m a loner, nerd, I wear skinny jeans, my hair is long, I keep to myself, I’m smart, I didn’t play sports (in high school, but — I did run cross country, but that doesn’t even really count in people’s minds here, and I played a lot of sports in middle school, I guess high school changed everything)
I think by all of that you can probably tell that I’ve had my fair share of cruelness. But I’ve turned my high school experiences around, and used it as inspiration to be a great person. That’s all that matters. There’s sunshine at the end of every storm.
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July 25, 09:05 PM
if a person stares at you, does that mean they like u? in your opinion?
I guess it depends on what kind of staring they’re doing, so I don’t know.
But if you like them, tell them. The worst thing that could happen is they don’t like you back in that way. And that’s okay. Just go for it. :)
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July 25, 08:47 PM
Let's talk about Twitter.
Twitter basically took over my life. This probably isn’t a good thing, but I won’t give it up. You know why? Because I met amazing people there. It’s silly, but I trust a lot of the people I met on there more than I trust people in my real life. I have really met some lovely, amazing people. But on the other hand, I use it constantly. I don’t do much in real life anymore, I don’t go out as much as I did. I don’t know what to do.
Perfectly Abbie describes me perfectly.
I agree with you! I’ve met awesome people that, without Twitter, I never would’ve talked to. For example: THE GUY THAT PLAYS RJ BERGER, Liz Lee, Kassemg, Kaytee, Jana, Delaney, Brittany, Alexia, so on and so forth. I think I used to put so much of my energy into getting my thoughts online that I kind of lost what little social life I had. But now it’s catching up with me and a lot of people know who I am now. It’s a hate/love relationship, but I think in the end, I wouldn’t have it any other way. :)
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July 25, 06:35 PM
So you're writing a poetry book at the moment, aren't you? What will the title of the book be?
Flammable
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July 24, 07:43 PM
HOW are you so skinny?! You just sit on the computer and eat sammiches and cookies all the time...
I honestly don’t know
I should be like 300 pounds by now
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July 23, 10:00 PM
Okay, I'm going to be serious and ask you something meaningful, or along those lines.
What's it like having a twin? I mean, I've always thought having a twin would be super cool, you know? Having someone who is always there for you. Always having a playmate when you're little. However, you and him (I was gonna put his name, but I didn't know if I should....) seem so different. You seem like the quiet and reserved kid, and he seems like the loud, popular, party kid. Do you two get along well? I don't know. I could be totally off on this. Buuuut yeah. This is my serious/meaningful question. Kaybai.Good question! You’re actually right about our personalities. We don’t get along very well but siblings hardly ever do. :P
Where we live there aren’t any kids our age (we live out in the country) and we had to play with each other all the time
So I guess that was good, to have someone to play with
but at the same time, it would be like an intense rivalry lol and we always fought every time we would play a game or something
It’s no cooler than having a brother or sister, I mean, that’s basically all we are. We aren’t identical. We’re just the same age..
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July 23, 09:54 PM
If you could live in another U.S state would you.? If so which one.?
:)!
(random I know)I’d rather live in Canada
but yes
I don’t know which one though :o
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July 23, 09:52 PM
How old are you <3
18 now!
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July 23, 09:52 PM
what do you love about Kaytee.
better question: what don’t I love about Kaytee.
answer: nothing.
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July 23, 09:51 PM
Hi, what do you plan to study in university/college?
Engineering. I think I’m leaning towards architectural :)
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July 23, 09:49 PM
You, my friend, are great. Let's be friends?
Sure thing :)
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July 23, 09:48 PM
:) Hey. I am not being a hater or something but I don't think you appreciate other writers as much as you appreciate Kaytee on your blog. You only comment on Kaytee's posts when others write excellent reads too. I'm just saying. I know you have a thing for her. :) Heh. Don't get me wrong. I'm just asking. Please don't get your fangirls to attack me.
ATTACKKKKKKKKKKKK!
No, I’m just kidding. I suppose you’re right, but I don’t do it on purpose. I think I’ve commented on at least one of each writers’ posts. I’ve sort of been neglecting my blog recently too D:
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July 23, 09:44 PM
Ask me something meaningful.
Click the title to go to my Ask thing. I want actual questions that I’ll have to reply to, not like “omg you’re so cute” things. You know what I mean. I hope. :)
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July 23, 09:37 PM
"The world is a vampire."
I love this metaphor. And the song that it’s from.
That’s all. :)
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July 23, 09:05 PM
(via teenuhmeow)
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July 23, 08:03 PM
What is your favorite book?
It’s a tie between The Perks of Being A Wallflower and the 12-book Saga of Darren Shan
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July 23, 08:02 PM
I think I said this for about 10 times but, happy birthday. ps you're my favorite writer ever. Ever.
Thanks! :)
And you’re crazy, there’s so many better writers. But I am honored, thank you :)
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July 23, 08:02 PM
Are you really twins with Brennan?
He looks way older. No offense to you are him.Way to stalk my brother
not cool…
And I wouldn’t say we’re twins if we aren’t, now would I?
Sorry, it’s a touchy subject, considering I’ve been asked that question over 1000 times. It gets annoying >.>
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July 23, 12:43 AM
This Is Brandon Elliott's Fan Page.
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July 22, 09:57 PM
I'd date someone who's just like you. :) But they have to make their own sammich.
Good luck with that
sammiches are the key to a man’s heart
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July 22, 09:50 PM
What's your middle name??
And does your brother have twitter/tumblr/facebook or anything??Okay I’m not answering either question because that’s just creepy
my brother doesn’t want fangirls all up in his social life
he’s going overseas in September
and he wouldn’t tolerate people he doesn’t know stalking him online like I do lol
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July 22, 02:20 PM
you're dating kaytee?!
Well you see I would love to be dating her but we don’t live in the same country so yeah
Maybe one day though, if I’m lucky
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July 22, 02:15 PM
are you and your brother identical twins or fraternal?
fraternal
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July 22, 02:12 PM
I'm sorry, Brandon.:)
wtfffffffffffffffffffffff who is this?
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July 21, 06:12 PM
Haha! Brandon, just answer it. You might stab me if you knew who this is.
Well the last person i liked i stopped liking because she’s a whore -__-
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July 21, 05:56 PM
How did you stop liking this girl from your town?
wtf lol
WHO ARE YOU
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July 21, 05:20 PM
how many girlfriends have you had till now? (:
3… 5 if you count elementary school.
I don’t get around much.
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July 21, 05:19 PM
how did you make this picture move..in the middle ? :)
by the way, i love your opinions and stuff. you're so dreamy :)
i don't know why i think that :bphotoshop and imageready
gickr.com will work too
Thank you :)
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July 21, 02:01 PM
What do you want to do before you die?
live
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July 21, 12:19 PM
this is my brother he wants to ask you a question -----
have you ever been in a fightWell hello brother of an anonymous person.
If you count fights with my twin brother, then yes. Other than that, I’ve never really been in a fistfight or anything like that.
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July 20, 09:16 PM
I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.
I hate myself.I love you,I love you,I love you,I love you,I love you,I love you,I love you,I love you,I love you,I love you,I love you,I love you,I love you,I love you,I love you,I love you,I love you,I love you,I love you,I love you.I love you.
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July 20, 07:50 PM
oh hey, you have a picture of my name. on your forehead. huh. okay, wait, that wasn't a question. um.. what's your favorite.. band.. yeah. okay. that was lame.
Your name is Kaytee?! :O
And I don’t really have a favorite band. I tend to listen to a wide variety of music. Lately I’ve really liked The Smashing Pumpkins though
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July 20, 05:07 PM
Funniest thing I’ve seen in awhile.
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July 20, 03:55 PM
Do you like-like any girl from school or your town. (IRL)
I used to…
Is this someone from my town?..
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July 20, 10:23 AM
Writing
I guess I’m posting this here because it doesn’t really have a place anywhere else and it’s just a random thought that I kind of wanted to put down somewhere.
When I first started writing, I had an image of my first book in my mind. I imagined a book that proved everyone wrong; a book that put to rest any doubts about me. I imagined a collection of words that made everyone from high school say, “Wow, I had the completely wrong idea about him.” I’m sort of a passive person, so saying these things to people in person is just out of the question. I have always been the person to think of things I want to say to people in my head, and never say them. So around 2 years ago, I decided to start writing, beyond English class, and beyond whatever else required writing. I’ll admit, writing has always come naturally to me. But believe me, 2 years ago, I wasn’t as aware of what writing really is. I always thought it was about trying to sound smart. Using big words, making the longest sentences possible, etc. But through my blog and other things, I’ve kind of changed. I don’t try to sound smart anymore. I don’t use a thesaurus to try to use big words. What I write is straight from my head. I’ve realized that good writing is all about the story. No one cares about the big words or the long sentences. They just want the story. And I’ve also realized that my experiences have all been leading up to a story within itself. And I plan on writing them down. But, the goal has changed. I don’t want to prove myself to anyone. I am who I am, and for the most part, I’m the only person I have. Anyone else isn’t static. Anyone else in my past that has looked down on me, and anyone in the future that does so, isn’t permanent. So why would I even try to prove something to them that they will never understand? Most people don’t care enough to understand others. I guess, right now, my only goal in writing is putting my thoughts down, looking back at the past, and the present, and hoping that someone out there can relate to me, and not feel alone like I did.
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July 19, 10:19 PM
Do u wa
I’m assuming that a boat full of pirates attacked you mid-sentence and now I’m just wondering what you were going to say..
Hm. I guess I’ll never know. :(
