Too Many Things

Too many words that I've yet to hear.
Too many opportunities wasted by fear.
Too many places that I've never been.
Too many people that have just given in.
Too many lovers that haven't made up.
Too many friends that aren't still in touch.
Too many "I love you"'s that haven't been said.
Too many stars don't shine as bright as they can.
Too much hope that's been poured down the drain.
Too many sorrows that fog up one's brain.
Too many tears not wiped away.
Too many people that have been betrayed.
Too many "sorry"'s you forget what they mean.
Too many sunsets that I haven't seen.



P.S. Don't give up. There are still a lot of sunsets left for you to see.

Cyberbully

Some people need to realize the word "Anonymous" does not mean say whatever the hell you feel like saying because the person on the other end won't know who you are. You people might not realize that it's real to you, because you're not on the receiving end. It doesn't feel real because your not talking to them in person. You don't have to worry that guilty conscience because you can't see their reactions to your malicious words.
Just because your not talking to someone face-to-face does not mean you are not talking to someone. I've never been Cyberbullied like girl, Taylor, in the movie, but it has happened to me before. I've seen it happen before. It can happen to anyone. And trust me, it doesn't matter how mean or nasty the receiving person is, nobody deserves to be belittled like that.
It feels like it never ends. It follows you home. Someone started a rumor of me online, that spread to the school, that spread to my enemies friends, then to my enemies, and my friends. My very own friends who were skeptical at first that said rumors weren't true. It rains down on you and you feel as if there's no escape. I would know because, even though, in the past when I was bullied, most of it was not online, I still experienced first-hand that dreadful alone feeling of rumor after nasty rumor.
So people, you might not realize you are doing it, but you are. Calling someone "stupid" or "ugly" or "fat" is just as demeaning online as it is in person, and it hurts just the same. Somebody needs to call attention to it, because even though it doesn't seem like such a big deal if it's online: it's still bullying, and it's still causes emotional damage that can sometimes be permanent. So instead of belittling, try saying something positive. The effect, even if you don't know or like the person, can be surprising.

"If you can describe yourself in one word, why would you try and do that to someone else? Maybe instead of labeling, you should try keeping your nose on your face."

Story of an Angel

Across the valley, midnight peaks it's way through the clouds. A young woman and young man make their way back to their blankets. Out under the stars, the man and woman hold hands. He tells her the story of how the stars came to the skies.
"A beautiful angel, just like you, was sent on a mission. She shined like a million lightning bugs, and walked like the wind. See, this angel was supposed to light the sky, because the moon and the sun had gotten themselves in a war, and only darkness prevailed.
"But when the angel came to the village she was supposed to light, she met a poor young man who was struggling to find love. And he did. The angel and the man fell in love. But the moon, who was the master of the night, decided she could not see this man.
"So the angel reluctantly returned to the sky, shining down on the shadows of the village. But she was fading. See, without her love, her life was slipping fast from her fingers. And one night, she fell out of the sky and crashed down to the village.
"More angels were called to light the other villages, and soon the dark sky was lit with angels. The poor man was grief-stricken, and refused to leave the young angel's body. He called upon the moon to come and reason with the young man.
"The moon came, shining her light to the once again dark village. 'Moon,' said the young man, 'Can't you see? She is in danger of losing her life. She loves me, and I love her. Can you not give us a chance?' The moon pondered for but a moment.
"'I cannot,' said the moon, without further explanation. The man was in tears, on his knees in front of the moon. 'Pity us, Moon.' he cried, 'Tell us why you cannot. Tell me why I am forbidden to love, when I have been searching for true love my entire life.'
"The Moon yet again said, 'I cannot.' She left the man and his angel on the outskirts of the village, and called upon another angel to light that part of the sky. The man had not moved an inch since the Moon's disappearance. The angel was still slowly dying.
"Then, one morning, the angel woke up. The Moon and the Sun had stopped fighting, and the Sun had one. See, in a desperate attempt to make the Moon see things his way, the man called the other angel to sabotage the Moon's effort to win the war.
"The angel and the man were given consent from the Sun, whom had befriended the angel. She rose to the sky with the man at her side, and they, together, became the new moon, and did not forbid anyone from true love. But what they didn't know, is that it was planned.
"The Moon said she could not, but she was testing them, to see how far their love would take them. She could not live forever, the Moon, and she knew the Sun would eventually win the war. She chose the angel to become the new moon, and gave her control of the night."
"So how," asked the young woman, "Did the Moon know their love would last?" And the young man rolls over, and kisses her. He says softly, looking in her eyes, "Because the Moon sent her there so the poor man could finally find his true love."
"This story," he says, "Relates to us in so many ways. Except our ending is much more tragic." And the woman smiles sadly, a look of conflicting emotions. "You are the angel, and I am the man."
"If our ending was much more tragic," says the woman, her hair falling down to her hips, "Then who are you talking to?" And then man sits up, looking up at the dancing stars. The air feel vacant, out here alone. He thumbs with the whole the blanket.
"I am talking to your ghost."

Midnight Lullaby

Little stars,
dancing in the midnight velvet sky,
where the darkness presses all around us,
and you're our only source of light.
Crescent moon,
won't you smile down at me?
Waning back where we can't see,
and you soon become too new
to show your face.
Here where I lie,
singing my midnight lullaby,
I smile back at you and sleep.
I know when morning dawns,
my crescent moon will then be gone,
and I'll hope as I stretch and yawn
that you come, and smiling wider,
you'll settle where you belong.

Potter DOESN'T Stink

Ahhh, Harry Potter. My favorite book, my favorite move. I'm currently watching the fifth (and I hate that pink lady-bitch!). Anyway, I'm going to see the last (unfortunately) Harry Potter when it premieres on the 15th. And I'm very sad to say there will no longer be any more.
BUT-to those of you unaware-there is a fan-fiction site Mrs. Rowling has created herself, where you can enter the world of Hogwarts online. It's a virtual world in the times of Mr. Potter, where you can be a wizard yourself. How exciting (I am such a nerd)!
Eh, anyway, I'm just sad that Rowling didn't write another book. Maybe Harry's children? Maybe what happened to Hogwarts after the Battle? (Sorry, so distracted. Really wanna punch that pink bitch. Poor Neville. Poor Trelawny-that blonde fraud.)

Is it blonde or blond? I always said blonde.

Oh well, details with Potter not stinking later? Right, bye.

It's Time......FOR MTV MADNESS!

Hey, everybody who's anybody who's somebody, head on over to http://t.co/XMIFJSO and CLICK PANIC! AT THE DISCO! (And Paramore)

No offense to Tokio Hotel, but I find their music somewhat lethargic. On the flip-side, Panic!'s music is iridescent and completely un-copyable (I have created a new word). So, people who agree with me that Panic! and Fall Out Boy (and Paramore) are the best bands ever to have hit the charts, CLICK PANIC!

"Yes, yes, oh yes. When they hit the charts, their heads grow to the size of an over-filled water balloons. Except their heads are full of hot air. They become aggressive and manipulative and very conceited. Talk about your average narcissism. I would be happy to just tour with my band. I don't want to become big. I wanna open for people and meet all of the people in my very small fan-base. That's all I want. I don't want fame. Fame eats you alive."

If Love is a War

If love is a war,
then I am a veteran.
Broken and sore,
and you are my medicine.
Hate is a criminal,
that stalks our very shadows.
Peace stays at minimal,
where the bay is very shallow.

Temporary Bliss

"I call myself temporary bliss
because for a second I think I'm happy,
and the next I'm staring at a door.
I call myself temporary bliss
because for a moment I might smile,
but my lips are far too cracked
to stretch beyond my perpetual frown." - Author Unknown.

I apologize for my absence. I've been staying with my cousin. This poem made me remember the 8 (or 9) people that follow (or read) my blog still might actually care about me. Ah, what fun it's been. Summer is sizzling down to few (although troublesome) worries and sweet freedom.
This poem also made me remember Hermit. And I'd forgotten through my professional and rehearsed anger that he is still a human being, and he can screw up too (he just does more than most). And I do not know him. But I've never wanted to fix somebody more in my entire life. Gargantuan mistake, that is. Oh silly me. You can't change a man. Especially Hermit.
Ahh, but love is in the air. I can feel it. I can feel it in my bones, and for the first time in a long time, I can say something good is coming my way. I love you, you know that? I love you.