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| Ah.... a long hiatus from a computer.... A new city, a new realm of experiences.
These are a collection of good lines I may someday incorporate into a poem(s) or something... usually thought up on my 2mi walk to school at 5:30am every day....
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*For what is fog but the world in a dream state? Halfway between waking and sleep
*The dew sticks on my eyelashes like the kisses of faeries
And more to come when I get a chance..... | | |
| _Makes you think_
Question everything
Question nothing and
Are you alive?
How do you know?
You question nothing
Take your beliefs
Challenge them
Take them for a walk
Down the Avenue
Some time
Just because
You don't do it
Is it wrong?
Just because
You fear it
Is it wrong?
Just because
It's different
Is it wrong?
No
Embrace difference
Celebrate diversity
We are the
Melting Pot
Let's start Acting
The Part
In a play
In a scene
In life
The Part
The Players
The Message.
Embrace diversity
Question Everything
Get over your preconceptions
and
Make
A
Difference.
It's about time.
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Call this also a 'Wake-up call to the South' and my response to Massachussets after they declared same-sex marriages legal and protected. I fear that the part of the south I come from is so sheltered and scared, people will object to what actually makes sense.
If it isn't your lifestyle, so be it, but don't condemn other people because they live that way.
It's about time. | | |
| For one of my homework assignments, I had to write a one-minute continuous writing, starting with a particular word. This is what it turned into (I may have taken some liberties with the one-minute thing... but that's okay):::
Center of gravity - freeflowing anchor. The glue of the model. That which all is based from. If Center of Gravity is not a stable anchor, you cannot build. This anghor can move but you have to be aware - Awareness of Self. Personal space. Feeling how you're moving - Moving as water. Rippling and spreading; catalyst. All things move out when you - you, the drop reverberates, reflects, reacts - reacts, recenters, Back - Back to Home - Home to the Center of Gravity. | | |
| You have no idea
What it means to
Watch you subsume yourself
in Pop Culture.
I refuse to conform
I refuse your little clique
You have no idea
How much you sicken me
With your petite little bodies
Your perma-streaked blond hair
pulled back into perfect,
swishy shoulder-length ponytails
You are nothing more than lemmings
I refuse to believe
That only the Size 6, C-Cups are
Beautiful
I refuse to fit into your
Running groups
Makeup frenzies
Party goings.
I will stay home
And be happy.
With me being me.
With thinking
My own thoughts
Being pretty. | | |
| If I follow my friend ZhenXinAi's example, this will become a posting spot for some of my poetry... However, the last poetry I've written has all been in American Sign Language, making it a little more difficult to post.
If you want to stick around and see what I can come up with, sure, go for it. I won't hold it against you  | | |
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