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Fall Of The Human Empire

  • Apr. 12th, 2010 at 8:38 PM

I couldn't think of a better title, but here it is. With all of these things going on in Hollywood... The Tiger Woods and the Sandra-Jesse issues, missing children... It just seems a little depressing that man can do these things to fellow man. Annnyway... here's what I think.

The Fall of The Human Empire

When a world we love
Becomes a love we once knew,
The world seems barren of
A positive view

The faithful blue skies
Become fields of dark gray
Then pray for some sunshine
Another day

The vivid paintings of love
Erased into sketches of black lines,
And soon less and less thereof
Until there’s no more marks to rely

And when the day arrives
When we find the darker day
We will take a glance around
To find a soul to blame

Who is responsible for our worlds demise,
The Prisoner, the Priest…
Or maybe those unwise?
Who will own up to creating this beast?

Viewing our culture of solitude,
There’s no final answer…
Do you see the aptitude
To cure us of this cancer?

Break from the winds of chilled spite
And bid the hate adieu…
Branded in us, the hopes we write
And wear them like tattoos

Sing our song of arising benevolence
Feel the lyrics sweet conviction
And learn to deny malice’s prevalence
Then soon we will find a sweeter addiction

We shall paint the cold walls
With our abundant peace and zeal
And watch the color restore us all…
With time our wounds will heal
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Arts vs. Smarts

  • Mar. 17th, 2010 at 9:18 PM

Given the choice between a creative mastermind, or an intellectual genius... Who am I kidding? Of course I would choose to be the artist. In a way, I feel that creativity IS intellectual geniuses.

There's nothing that the smartest man in the world could do, that the man with the greatest imagination could not do. I strongly believe that.

Yes, the first rocket to land on the moon was designed by scientists Werner Von Braun and Walter Riedel. I am definitely no expert on the matter, but one would have to know a hell of a lot about physics, chemistry, and all kinds of science to make a rocket. You obviously must be a genius to build such a thing, am I right?

On the other hand, the Greek philosopher Aristotle had no facts to go on. He only had theories and speculations to think about, that for the most part was formed by himself. For all he knew, the moon actually was full of unicorns and sunflowers. Nobody walked up to him and said "Oh yeah man, that moon. It's turning at about 10 miles per hour or so. It doesn't really have any magnetic field. Pretty insane, huh?". No. No book, no solid facts, nothing.

Thanks to a lot of those blind theories and ideas, we know more about the moon now. In turn, those ideas made it possible to explore the moon.

Did that make sense to you? Maybe it's just me...

Because of creativity and imagination, it's possible to expand on intelligence. Imagination and science (or math, or whatever) go hand-in-hand. I just think there has to be creative drive in order to be able to truly learn. If there are any disagreements, I would love to hear. It's a personal opinion after all ;)

Oh yeah, the whole facts about the moon thing could be wrong. I listen to what wikipedia tells me. That isn't the point though >_<
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Writer's Block: Out of fashion

  • Mar. 15th, 2010 at 7:24 PM

If you could choose which fashions would go out of style permanently, what would you choose, and why?

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If I could choose a few fashions to go out of style...  Hmm, don't ever ask a nerd that question =)  I want to see these things banished.

1.) Crocs.  I don't care how comfortable they are, you look like a dumbass.  Then people argue "But they're great for mud and rain!"...  Obviously not, they have holes in them!  Then, because people decide they don't look strange enough, they get those little pins to fill up the holes!  Call me crazy, but I never would have thought that rubber elf shoes would ever catch on as well as they did.  So, props to the evil mastermind who came up with the crocs I guess.  But still, you fail.

2.)  Leggings as pants.  You again, all look like a dumbass.  Leggings are just fine if you use them correctly, under a skirt or in any other fashionable way.  Wearing them as a substitute for pants is not a fashionable way...  I personally, have "full" thighs.  Therefore, I wouldn't dare use a tiny little material like that of leggings as jeans.  Do people not realize that every little bump shows?  I don't know, I'm not trying to sound mean because I'm in no position to criticize other people, but... Look in the mirror before you step outside please =)

3.)  I have no idea what they're called, but they look rediculous.  The DC shoes and those other ones with the obnoxious colors and the tops hanging out?  If you do this, please stop it.  Now.  Thankles =)
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Writer's Block: Any Writer

  • Mar. 14th, 2010 at 9:36 PM

Gosh, I haven't been on here in months. Due to a brief bout of depression, I've withdrawn myself from the writing scene. Now that I feel I'm ready to come back, I think I need to start with Writers Block thingers =)

Alright! If I could have any writers ability, the writer I would choose Lee Child. There is something about his style that just totally absorbs my complete attention and all my senses. In paricular, the scenes involving my favorite Child character, Jack Reacher, just seem so vivid. I know this is kind of the point of books, but his writings feel like movies. The structure and technical things of his writings are just flawless.

I don't think I would exchange styles for a number of reasons.

1.) I wouldn't take it away from him, he has an imagination that I will never have. I enjoy reading his books and I am pretty damn positive I couldn't make any story quite like his.

2.) Even if I did have his style, I'm not particularly into his writing genre (with, of course, the exception of the Reacher novels). Instead of writing some kick-ass action book, I could probably twist it into some kind of stupid romance-horror thing. Detectives and lawyers wouldn't make very good characters in MY kind of horrors.

3.) I'm too lazy to write and publish and go through all the junk that I'm sure Lee Child goes through to make the amazing books that he does.

Ode to Lee Child, the sickest, most awesome writer of his genre. My inspiration and my drive to be an (almost) decent writer.
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Things DO Get Better, Right?

  • Sep. 9th, 2009 at 6:08 PM

Hey LJ friends, what's new? Well... school started in the last few weeks. I would LOVE to tell you that it's going to be the best year of my life and all that jazz. I'm just not feeling it though. It seems like everyone (or me, who knows?) has changed and the things I used to realy enjoy just aren't my cup of tea anymore. Aside from that, it just feels like... I dunno, I'm fending for myself now. My mom works in the high school and she loves it. I think she loves it too much. When I come home all I hear is "___ is so funny! You'll never guess what they said!" or "You know, you should try to look more like ___.". For someone like me with a crappy self-esteem, think about how that sounds. I don't mean to sound bratty, but it's like whatever I do, whoever I am, it's not good enough. There's always that one person prettier than me, smarter than me, nicer than me. Well, as far as she's concerned, that is. I just wish things would just lighten up on me a little bit. I don't ask for a lot, I just... Want a kind of peace of mind with myself, you know? Maybe I'll find that before the monotany of all this gets me into trouble ;) </div>
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And Just Remember... We Love You

  • Jul. 10th, 2009 at 9:25 PM

Last night at around 10, I heard from a number of people that one of my friends had attempted suicide. I feel like... I dunno, it was partially my fault. granted, I didn't really know her that well, but still, I should have seen it coming. She's a foster child and she used to cut herself, but she's gone to a councelor and said that she learned how to cope. I feel like I, without a doubt, could have at least offered a shoulder to cry on. Maybe she was just really good at hiding the pain she obviously felt, or maybe we just get too wrapped up in ourselves to really pay attention to the negatives. I hardly ever saw her, but still, shouldn't I have known better? The bright side (if that's even possible in this situation) is that she didn't pass and is now in a mental institute, where hopefully they can iron things out. I think if she truly wanted to die, she could have gone through with it. This was a cry for a helping hand, and that's exactly what we plan on doing. Hopefully, this will turn to a better chapter in her life... If you will, say your prayers for "J" tonight. Thank you.


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Michael Jackson R.I.P.

  • Jun. 25th, 2009 at 8:00 PM

Oh my gosh...  Today the ever popular pop icon, Michael Jackson, King of Pop, passed away.  I can't help but feel a deeper pain and sympathy for MJ than for another public figure.  Being a fellow musician, even though I'm at the amateur level, I feel a greater loss now than I would if the president or even Brad Pitt passed on.  It's a shame that someone who's done so much good in the world for sick children, for example, to die in such a manner.  So I guess there's not much importance to this entry but to say goodbye and to send love to the Jackson family.  I love you Michael, I'll miss ya man.

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Post One: Just Me...

  • Jun. 23rd, 2009 at 1:34 PM

Uhm... Hi.  So this is my journal meant only for me to vent, if you'd LIKE to read about how pathetic I am, be my guest.  I want to just post this poem, it's kinda close to my heart.  The more I think about it, the more personal it gets.  This is a little window to my soul entitled Cryptic

It’s too dark in here, for you to see,
but arrogantly you claim, you can reach me.
You grab a pebble and give it a throw
it echoes forever, of things you don’t know.
So you light a torch to guide your feet,
but there is no air, so fire meets defeat.
You take a flashlight, a thought most clever
but its batteries will not last forever.
Not to far in, you find your first clue
the foot prints of others, as foolish as you.
The chill of the place, seeps into your chest,
do you continue, when others sought rest?
Stubborn you are and deeper you go,
the ground below covered, in violet snow.
The air too thin, you struggle to breath,
your mind set, determined, your chose not to leave.
Further you go, at scattered pictures you stare,
then finally, a crack, a breath of fresh air.
You pick up a photo, try to make sense
of dark figures, in a shadow so dense.
A little ways ahead, a pale blue light
you’ve reached the end, behold the sight.
A waterfall, that once flowed free
has frozen in time and encased me.
A forgotten girl, that forever sleeps,
protected by ice, that will not weep.
The truth of this is written below,
for any foolish traveler, who wants to know.
And as you read it, you realize it’s true
that the one to awake me, could never be you.
Now turn back swiftly, before the batteries fadee
once lost in this darkness, you’ll never be saved.

I am aware of the fact that I am a horrible writer, but I don't really care.  So yeah... 

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