The "Hidden Art" Of Ours

The play, Annie Get Your Gun, has finally ended. It was a good play, but at points the work was monotonous and the actually play is kind of boring and dull. I am working again on the moose project tomorrow and this Thursday I am going to take my driver's test to get my license. I have procrastinated long enough and it is now time for me to face my fears.

Hidden in places
where no one else can see
is where beautiful works of art
become into be.
I feel like a prisoner
shackled by chains of ignorance
set by people who lack understanding
all in a dense trace.
They don't understand that
there is a value to this "hidden art".
They all take us for granted
right from the very start.
So much of my passions
go into this art of mine.
It is the way myself is expressed.
The way my inner being will shine.
Maybe it is time
for some bastion in my ways.
Maybe I need to step up
in these next future days.
For if I want them to realize
what the respect we need to hear.
I don't care as much about myself.
I just want to make other points very clear.
The locked art with the chains
of ignorance and cloud
will one day find its meaning
in the hearts covered in shroud.

Make My Destiny, A Thing Truly Mine

Up in the sky,
my thoughts fly away,
leaving this empty shell,
alone as a stray,
wishing to be acquainted,
with someone I could love,
is something magestic,
and something I dream of,
now those dreams are flying,
along with others too,
and I am sitting here sighing,
not knowing what to do,
I have to pick up my own wings,
and teach myself to fly,
I have feet, let's use them,
and not let opportunities fly by,
I don't want regret,
a future ghost that is cold,
I want accomplishment,
when I grow tired and old,
I just need to pick up myself,
and my destiny sublime,
out of everything in this world,
it is the one of the things truly mine.

Plan Cruel

This past weekend I have been at my friend's, Janel's, camp in Rangley, Maine. The rest of the week I am working on the play/moose project. Here's another poem!

You are a wonderful person
with an abundance of humor,
You are a true friend
and I couldn't like you any more,
but when that person calls,
your voice seems to change,
your laughs become slim,
your thoughts rearrange,
He comes over and annoys you,
talks endlessly for hours,
he disrespectful to your family,
till everything goes sour,
don't put up with his trouble,
he is an ignorant, lazy fool,
you are better than that,
he is just plan cruel.

Best You Can

I'm back from the weekend at my camp. THANK GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!! I need some Berlin and friends time now big time.

Going to work on the play tomorrow and I am going to the tech. rehersal tomorrow.

Have you ever felt the wind caress your body so that the shell people call their skin becomes part of the air, which makes up a part of the mystic power that the Earth possess.
Have you ever saw one star in the sky and you felt like it was part of your eye and your heart.
Show yourself that you are part of the world and no matter the size of the part, play the part the best you can.

All I Want Is To Be Just Me

Going to camp against my own free will......joy.

Anger rise, patience shrinks,
all that I had is lost,
here I go, never to see,
all I want is to be just me

Where The Dark Truths Are Hidden

Over in the forest,
there is light and understanding,
not a point of prejudice,
no toughts of thoughtless judging,
but where I am destined,
a place were all is heard,
where eyes are always present,
where knives lerk for the right word,
the sublime is a mask,
for the deep dark truths,
that cause the air to become pungent,
and feast on the "youths",
the people who are there,
and only sincerely have each other,
want to only have their profit,
they stab one another,
I know this is kind of cruel,
but it is the verity behind shadows,
located in the eyes,
not a single soul knows.
Back in that forest,
where true innocence emits,
where my heart is imbued,
with the true friendship it hits,
that is were I have learned,
more than I have in my first 10 years,
now I have to be pulled from it,
with my eyes full of unconscious tears,
I know it is only minisucual
to the time I have left in life,
but it still hurts in me,
my heart filled with strife,
because it is my own blood,
that is totally contrary,
to my own beliefs and values,
that inside I carry,
These values I have learned,
I believe in the light,
others will not touch these precious morals,
and corrupt them with a distorting night,
I know I can last,
through the hearts without magic,
I just want to know,
if this may become utterly tragic,
for I am afraid,
that the light is fading out,
now matter the amount of reassurance,
I still have this frigid doubt,
This doubt hardens inside me,
like tooth decaying plaque,
I can't help it,
my brain is out of whack,
please let light pour,
on my desperate face,
and let me find true passion,
in that eternal, loving place

Wenk

Today I am working on the play. Tomorrow I am...I don't know?!?

Dragged down by the back

clenching the stone ground,

I find myself in attack,

without breath, without sound,

All they want to do is relax,

and they know all they do is fight,

always at the max,

I have lost sight,

Now all that I know,

this one thing is true,

I can't find happiness to go,

This I always knew.

Something; Someone

Still working on the play. Having a hell of a time. I am almost done reading my first book I have to read for Honors English 11. I am reading The Grapes Of Wrath. It is an "so~so" book. At times the wording is so magestic and others confusing and dull.

It seems like inside,
a cold zephyr blows,
down through the canals of
the heart that hardly slows,
it is hungry for something,
passionate and true,
something that is eternity,
rose red, not drak blue
something that could satisfy,
this vacancy inside,
something to vanquish the shadow,
so the darkness can die,
I just need something,
that I could have forever,
something; someone,
someone to be with...together.

Mes Amis

I HATE IT WHEN I LOSE THINGS I HAVE ALREADY WRITTEN!!!!!

For better and worse
Realiable and true
I would die without them
Endless caring
Never Angry for Long
Devoted to Love
Something That Is A Need; not a want

This is to all of you that bring me one more smile in my life. Love ya

Channel 356 1/2 news ROCKS MY SOCKS

Wanting Me To Know

Inside of my chest,
I feel this odd presure,
is it a want covered over,
by ignorance this it is lesser,
It is not getting smaller,
but it doesn't seem to grow,
It just stays there inside,
wanting me to know,
never letting up....wanting me to know

Portcon!

This weekend I went to Portcon! It was my first anime convension and it was awesome. I saw alot of things and I bought alot of nice things it was an all around great time!