Vous Devriez Montrer Le Respect

Today was a long, tiring day. Not much to say. Homecoming tomorrow........joy.

You think you know everything,
and others are inferior,
you treat people with disrespect,
and drag into bad interior
now you had it to me,
you shouldn't have,
NOW you will see,
what I have gave.

Movie's of Old Ghosts

I was almost late for school today, so that tells you how my day kind of went. Marching woke me up though and I'm pretty bored right now lol. I'm thinking abouyt having a Halloween party this year. I love Halloween, I love the idea of it. If I had a party it would be great.

Thinking in the winds of time,
learning all that i know,
Does it seem to show,
in these eyes of thine,
I know its hard to breathe,
with heart-shaped rocks in your lungs,
I can't live without the tounges,
All day I sit and seethe.
Pictures run thoughtout my mind,
movies of an old ghost,
I just know I love you most,
out of everyone I find,
I can't seem to grab ahold,
of these ghosts I hold inside,
all they seem to do is hide,
making my heart grow cold,
In the frezzing section of my soul,
the deep sleep cries,
As I let out sighs,
The ghosts are there, tormenting my soul.

Turniquet's Call

I'm really tired right now! LOL! Today in band was our first day marching and it was an interesting experience. I don't want to go to homecoming, but I have to. I think that Berlin centralizes it to much on sports, escpecially field hockey. I think it should be about the school as a whole, not just field hockey.

You stand thinking I am ok,
but inside i am just a curse,
waiting for my new "big thing"
maybe it will be a hurse,
no can't think that,
got to stay strong,
ill be able to do this
to carry on.

My Efat

Well, Today was an OK day. I got alot of my homework done and I hope to hang out with some friends this week.I'm not looking forward to homecoming this Friday, but o well. I have the survivor reunion to go to so its all good.

I look outside on this rainy September day,
and I wonder is there any other way,
to find out my future and be able to know,
what it looks like at that time and what does it show.
Will I have a good life and love every minute,
or will I end up on the street, every second I figit,
Can I take the anxiety to know into my destiny,
Is it going to be big or is it going to be mini?
Do I have a choice, or does it come from my past,
I just want my life I live now to last.
But am I just in denial, when I say this,
Anyways I just want to be surounded by an everlasting bliss.

The Heart in the Dark

Well Much Ado About Nothing is over. Its kind of sad but kind of a relief because it was alot of time and stress for a while. It was a good play. Today I'm planing to hang out with Madeline, Danny, Emily, and Caramon, hopefully. I can't wait; I need to relax.

When I'm in the cold at night,
thoughts running through my head,
I can't seem to breathe,
its like my lungs are made of lead,
A sensation comes over me,
from the heart in the dark,
it make my soul uplift,
like the flight of a lark,
My brain is running a movie,
the pleasuyres of a dream,
until they turn to maddness,
and my insides start to scream.
a picture is in my mind,
it enter in the nose,
it burns at my lungs,
a thought of a rose,
then it goes away,
and my thoughts are back to normal,
it this poem that i write,
there is one true moral.

Soldiers' Coffins

I HAVE DSL NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am pumped now that I have DSL. I've been so busy this week it not even funny. "Much Ado About Nothing" is getting very hectic and I was sick during it. Everything is beeter now though. Tonight I am gooing to put up a WWI poem I wrote.

As I stare in the clouds of smoke
Across "No Man's Land"
All I see are soldiers' coffins
where fighting soldiers stand
They don't know what there would be
How it will happen
All they know is that
Their time on Earth is quickly passin'
Whether it will be by a huge splinter
Going through their innocent skulls
Or if it would be a machine gun
Ran by a soldier, wish him well
If a gas will surround them
And strangle their beating hearts
Or if they will be slaughtered
Right from the very start
What will happen?
Most probably they will all die
For the only survivors in this war
Are dead inside as they cry
I ask myself was it worth it
That the world went to war
Because of an assassination
What was it all done for?
It was done for freedom
At least said by the Black Hand
And that is why the soldiers
On their coffins, they stand
So as I sit and watch these soldiers fight
I wonder to myself
Will I be alright?
Then a shock went to me
Like electricity in my lungs
As I keeled over
In the trench, blood spurting from my lungs
Was it worth it that I landed in my coffin...?

And This To Shall Pass

Today I was going all stressful tonight on this project for English. We are doing a puppet show (I know its corny) and mocking alot of things. It's tough. Tired......right to poem

"Berlin=Derry"

When you're head feels like its under a vice,
When you seem to trip now two times, but thrice,
When the day becomes stressful and never seems to end,
Just remember my friend,
"and this to shall pass"
"and this to shall pass"

This Curse

This week I've been busy with an english project. Nothing new other then that and we are playing Phantom of the Opera in band!!!!!!!!

Up in the dark skies of the universe,
where the vast space and bright stars coincide,
I want to fly now from this evil curse,
that can be found in my obscure inside.

The curse of having no one in the world,
even though I have many friends that care,
the curse of being seen, but never heard,
as people can’t help to just sit and stare.

This curse depresses me, that I do know,
inside my body this curse I cover,
so you can look at me and it won’t show,
what is really going on, my lover.
The pain inside of me will now come out,
I just hope you can hold on to your flout.

Theatre North

Today was a very nice day. This morning I woke up at a good relaxing morning, full of reading Steven King's "IT". Then I went to set construction and then to a Theatre North board meeting. Theatre North is awesome they are just like a family. I had fun at the meeting and afterword at the potluck. One bad thing though is that I found out today that Caramon has mono. It's sad.

You guys are like family,
you have your short spurts,
we have a share of stress,
but it always works.

You guys are awesome!

The Moon In The Night

Today we got alot of work done at the play. I'm really proud of all the people that gave an effort and added to the set's good looks. Everyone thanx. I'm tired so I'm going right to the poem.

You sit in the sky,
watching over me,
giving me strength,
making me see,
Either as full of white,
or a section of yellow,
when ever I look at you,
my emotions mellow,
and you are so beautiful,
in my sight,
you add to my darkness,
to the cosmic night.

Frozen In

I'm finally out of school again for the weekend. I have a lot to do. lol I finally got my drum set in my house! I've been waiting forever for it so I'm estatic. I have a lot of work to do this weekend for the play. O and I have to make a gameboard..........don't ask.

Empty inside now,
what else should I do,
I stand in the cold,
nothing is new,
this rain will fall,
until i step out,
but my feet are still frozen,
will I ever move, I doubt,
I can't seem to breathe,
all i want is to be warm,
But to be able to thaw,
I need you to make me warm,

An Unwanted Cause

Second day of school, and already tired.........lol. Today was the first day we actually played in band. It didn't really go well, we have no bass section what so ever and no trumpets or sax. The peson I feel the most remorse for is Mr. Arsenault, the new band teacher. Everything is falling down on him it seems and he is new to our secdual. It's really block secdualing's fault that we don't have all the players. The parts are weird and one of the percussionist Toby is giving people hard times. O well

To know I’ll never have you,
to know it will never be true,
to know that I will forever miss you,
my emotions grow dark and blue.
Because it is you I want,
to be able to see frequently,
to be there when you are happy,
and also even if you are sleepy.
To help you get rid of your pain,
until it’s all gone away,
and be there even earlier,
if it comes back the next day.
To make you happy when you are down,
to make you laugh and have fun,
I will do this forever,
because you are my forever sun.
That shines brightly each day,
even when you are not around,
the memories that you give me,
fill me with warmth with there bright sound.
But now someone else is there,
and because I didn’t speak up,
now there is no more reason to love you,
Maybe I will just give up.

The Golden Truth

First day of school was today. My order of classes are in the morning I have English Honors 10. I have pretty good classmates and the teacher, Ms. Piche, is really nice. Then I have French with Madame Estrella, who is also a very nice teacher, but i dont have any people I really know in my class. Then, I have lunch witch is good. Then I have Study Hall which sucks because it is i the Lecture Hall and we are crambed in there and it can get really noisy, buit it lets me get my homework done, kind of with all the noise. Then I have Band, I love band. It is going to be weird without Mr. Rothe and I'm kind of nervous with auditions. Then, I hope to get early release. School is ok, I hope i doesn't get to hectic with Bryan's play going on to. Instead of my normal poems, i am gooing to post my story I am writting for English. i didn't profread it too much yet so their might be some mistakes but I would love it if you commmented so I can get a good grade.

When the world was in creation, not only were sturdy mountains, vast seas, and sublime skies crafted, but also many truths that were made to be as laws or beliefs for the living things to follow were formed. These truths were placed all around the world, some out in the open, and some hidden in the Ocean of Knowledge and the Caves of Experience. These truths would take the shape or form they wanted, like they had a mind of their own. When a living being in the world recovered one on of these truths many things were gifted to them like fortune, happiness, faith, or even maybe love.
One day a boy, about the age of 7, went to his backyard to play out of boredom. He decided to dig around in the ground just for the fun of it. “Maybe, if I try hard enough I can reach the center of the world,” he thought as he used his father’s shovel to burrow down into the decayed ground. Suddenly, he thumped on something hard in the dirt. It was a plate, incased in gold, which had in bold letters: Some People are Different. He was astounded by the plate’s beauty and hidden wisdom. “I got to show, mamma!” exclaimed the little boy in his mind as he grabbed the plate and ran back inside his house.
His mother was taking with her husband at the kitchen table, while going through this month’s bills. When the boy saw his mom he sprinted up to her. “Now Bill, how many times have I told you not to run in the house?” his father groaned, having a headache over the monthly costs.
“Mom! Dad! Look at what I found in the yard!” Bill exclaimed in enthusiasm that seemed to take over his body. He was a puppet to the excitement he possessed, as he jumped up and down in front of his parents. Then he showed them what he found in the yard. The parents stood there in shock of what their youngster had shown them. His father, with his black skinned fingers, slowly took the golden plate his son held.
“Son, it is marvelous, you found that outside?” he said in a monotone voice of wonder and amazement.
“Yes I did!” Bill cheerfully answered back.
“Wow, Billy, it’s gorgeous!” his mother cried. His mother had a thing for gold and loved to buy jewelry. “We have to display it the parlor when the mayor shows up for that interview I have with him for the paper,” she also stated. Bill’s mom was a writer for the town paper. She had to interview him on his new project “Project Education” he was planning for the town.
“Sure that would be cool,” Bill said with a smile and went into the living room and stood the plate up on top of the television where their family spent all their “family time”.
Plate, gold, treasure, whatever Bill and his parents called it, little to their knowledge it was a truth. Well actually, it was a broken truth. The gold plate that represented the truth once it was whole must of broke into two pieces (some truths do) and the other portion was mislaid. Although a truth can bring good luck to the finder and his others who believed in it with him, a broken truth can lead to greed, deceit, disgrace, and also in this story prejudice. A broken truth will mislead, because it doesn’t state the entire message or principle.
When the mayor saw the broken truth during the dull interview that Bill’s mother planned, he was flabbergasted. “Where did you get that plate, Gloria!” he exclaimed randomly during answering one of her questions.
“Actually, my son found it not to long ago, it’s precious isn’t it?” she answered back gloating.
“May I purchase it, it is so shiny and somewhat meaningful,” he said in a memorized voice. “I’ll pay any amount. 1 million even! What do you say?” he bargained.
“Well, I don’t know. It is a lot of money and my family needs it now. We just got the bills and my family is kind of in debt. Sure Mayor Gollum, it’s a deal!” she agreed and shook his cold hand.
When the mayor got back to his home he looked upon the broke truth all night. He became obsessed over the truths ideas and beliefs. He believed in it more than his individuality, which was lost after a week he bought it. What the broken truth told him, he started to say in town meetings, and interviews. He forgot about the Project Education and replaced it with the corrupted thought: Some People are Different. He began to get followers and along with him they forgot everything they loved and believed in for the truth.
Gloria not content with how people in town that followed the mayor were changing wrote a story in the paper against the broken truth saying it was going too far. Mayor Gollum, who was Caucasian, didn’t like what she reported. He decided, still possessed by the distorted truth, that since Gloria was different, being African American, she was trying to offend and contradict the messages given to him by his precious plate. He also noticed that a lot of his followers weren’t that different from himself. He decided that everyone different was wrong and must be stopped. He misunderstood the whole truth intended, and acted with what the broken truth gave.
He ordered a new law and had the police force of the town take away all the different people and lock them up for treason of their town. The policemen, being all followers acted and on a Saturday afternoon broke in the George and Gloria’s house and brought them to prison because they were black. Bill, being able to conceal himself in the closet, sat alone in his room crying over his kidnapped parents. He looked outside from his upper floor, bedroom window and saw all the families of not only blacks, but Jews, and other foreigners, being taken from their homes and locked up. He then knew he had to do something.
He searched for answers through many trials and finally in the Forest of Maturity north of his town it found something. He was sitting on a rock, bursting of exhaustion, and a voice called to him from above. It explained about truths and how they can be broken and cause harm. “How can I fix the truth? It’s in the mayor’s possession, isn’t it?” he asked the voice with tears in his eyes full of his sadness for his parents. “Use your heart, and find the other piece, it will mend on contact,” the voice replied and faded away. Bill searched deep in his heart and then below him a light began to shine from the ground. He looked down and brushed off the leaves and he found the other part of the truth. His tears from before grew warn and turned into tears of joy.
He ran to the mayor’s office and knocked on the door. The mayor, once seeing the boy’s face, became irritated and called his followers over to seize Bill. Bill would have been caught, but his second gold plate floated out of his hand and over to where the first one that was hung on the wall and framed. The two of them combined and a flash of illumination hit the air like lightning. The new truth landed on the ground and now read: Some People are Different, but Shall Be Treated Equally.
The mayor looking at the new plate didn’t call on his guards, prison more people, or even spoke words of hatred toward Bill, but he cried as the new truth imbued him of the fact of what he had done. His supporters did the same.
The mayor ordered all the people be released and now everyone in the town had their individuality back and loved all they did before and now had this truth to add to their beliefs. Some truths are placed out in the open, and some hidden in the Ocean of Knowledge and the Caves of Experience, but a few rare ones are found in your heart.

P.S. Madeline think "This To Shall Pass"

All I Want In LIfe

I've downloaded the BLOGGER FOR WORD and its pretty cool. I suggest getting it. Its late at night and I need to vent now so here i go....

Will I ever find someone,
In the darkness I love,
or will I be alone,
and have to push and shove,
to get somebody in my arms,
and feel this warm embrace,
for me to see such beauty of night,
in a soft and tender face,
to enjoy the pleasure of flesh,
and not have to wallow in poison later,
to get all I want in life,
to find love........all I want in life...and to be loved............thats all I want in life...

In Your Eyes

Working as usual. It's not getting any easier on this play. I start school on Tuesday so I'm getting ready for that to.

I can never seem to please you,
no matter how I try,
all the time and work I put in to it,
and all you let out is a sigh,
I can never do any thing right,
at least in your eyes,
It is so hard to please,
you with all your lies,
I'm stick of feeling the hurt,
of you only caring about yourself,
you will have to find another,
to surve one's self,
You seem to only be nice,
when you need something,
and anything I creat,
encouragement, I get nothing,
i'm done with the abusement,
i'm standing up for myself,
go find soemone else,
to surve one's self.