post #16

Remember haikus? Those pretty little three line poems we used to do in elementary school? Five syllables, seven syllables, five syllables? I miss those. I think they need to make a comeback. And I intend to be the leader of this movement.

Here, for your reading pleasure, is a Christmas haiku.


Sparkling Christmas tree
Blinking in the pitch black night
Perfect in its stance.

post #15

Dear person whose name I will not mention,

Hi.

You know me. You see me every day.

I really don't like you.

I mean, you can be a nice guy and all sometimes, but all the other times, you're kind of a giant jerk face. Yeah, I said it. Giant. Jerk. Face.

You think you know everything. You think you're the most moral, upstanding man in the country. Well, you're not. Your opinions are offensive and heartless, and your heartlessness is overly evident with every word you say. You don't care about people. You just don't.

You're just downright crazy sometimes. You talk so fiercely and heartily on so many topics that aren't even relevant to the human race. Just calm down. You stress me out.

Sincerely,
Me

post #14

This is an except from a novel I never finished. Keep in mind that this character is a male celebrity, and is as shallow and girly as they come. Enjoy.

*

I can't believe those jerks. Sure, she looked a little different without her makeup, but not in a bad way. She always had this glow about her. That didn't change. She looked just as beautiful as ever.

Woah.

Beautiful?

Where did that come from?

Sure, Audrey's cool and hot and everything, but... beautiful. I can't remember ever thinking of her as beautiful.

But she is.

Petite, delicate, artistic frame, with legs that went on for days... the way her dark black bangs fall lightly on long eyelashes, big, alien-esque blue eyes, button nose, full pink lips, dimples, perfect white smile... The girl was beautiful.

How did I miss it? How did I not see it before?

Audrey Billings was beautiful.

Everyone else seemed to know it. I guess I missed the memo, or something.

Or maybe no else truly knew it, realized it. Maybe I was the first person to figure it out.

Sure, words like beautiful were tossed around a lot in Hollywood. I might've been called beautiful once or twice, or handsome, maybe. What a laugh. I'm not beautiful. Audrey is.

Audrey Rose Billings is beautiful.

And it wasn't just her exterior. No, of course not. I knew as well as anyone that Audrey's real beauty was in her heart. I might as well smack myself in the face for sounding so stupid, so cliche, but come on.

Audrey is funny, intelligent, and has insane music knowledge. And most importantly, Audrey had more love in her heart than any girl in the world. She cares about everything, and everyone. She knew how to cheer up the hardest of hearts better than the rest. Well, maybe not as well as Nate, but he was gifted and all that crap.

I lost my train of thought. Oh yeah, Audrey Billing's beauty. How do you even start, with such a broad, vast topic?

I really need to stop hanging around Ryland. That idiot actually thinks sounding dramatic and poetic and... un-manly will make him sound smarter. He still sounds like an idiot.

Okay, train of thought lost again. But case in point, Audrey is perfect.

And I'm in love with her.

Yeah, I'm totally screwed.

post #13

Lyrics. As Webster says, it's the words of a song. But to me, it's so much more than that. The marriage of music and lyrics surpasses the test of time and simply inspires. Lyrics of a song can uplift you by their brilliance alone.

Trust me, I have encountered some brilliant lyrics in my time (I sound like a grandpa). Some of the most brilliant lyricists are people who are even more skilled with melodies. That's why lyrics have more impact on me than just writing does.

A writer can create images with words, am I right? Words can make you feel something, can make you relate to someone, can move you to tears or make you laugh or just make you feel.

Lyrics do the exact same thing, but they have a melody.

A melody. Music. It's so simple, yet so complex to think about. A set of notes that go with a set of words and together they make a song. A song to laugh to, to cry to, to feel to. It's so much more.

post #12

Good day, dear readers. Today I have a story for you all.

There once was a student (spoiler alert: this student is me) taking a Spanish test. She was nearly finished answering questions in Spanish when one question in particular stopped her dead in her tracks.

Quien eres?

Now, to those who don't know what this means, it means "Who are you?". What is your identity? And she stopped, pen hovering over her paper, utterly perplexed.

Who am I? she thought to herself. Musical, for certain, but she didn't know what that word meant. Pretty? No. Beautiful? Even more off. Intelligent? Humorously mistaken. She went through the list of vocabulary words in her head, and nearly cringed at the fact that none of them seemed like her.

Finally, she scrawled, Yo soy interesante. I am interesting.

But is this girl really that interesting?

Her teacher seemed to think so, after this student saw the smiley face on her paper next to the ever-brooded-upon answer.

Maybe she is interesting. I haven't decided yet.

post #11

you're a contradiction,
so freezing it burns.

you're a deadweight,
never a help, but a hurt.

you force me to put on layers and layers.
you stifle my true self.
most importantly, you're just unpleasant.

you
are
cold.

post #10

More snarky, realist commentary on the decline of our generation, you ask?
You got it.

Our nation is oxymoronic. Without the oxy.
We aspire to be like celebrities; they "fascinate" us.
These empty, mostly talentless individuals
who do nothing but try to out-weird each other.
And on the other hand, we adore making fun of them.
Justin Bieber puberty jokes, anyone?

We are so hypocritical. Maybe one day we'll learn that no one should be kept on that high a pedestal.


(... Yeah. I was watching Barbara Walters.)