We can wait here for the whispers...

As we lay amongst the wet morning dew grass and watch the clouds just crash
While mom and pop sleep soundly in their old antique sheets from their wedding night
Their legs wrapped up in one another, searching for the words they used to whisper
You always told me "I'd get it when I'm older" but I keep feeling strange and real inside
So forgive me If I have forgotten how to greet age, his hands were all I began to know
As I sat idle in my bed at night in the middle of my prayers, in the middle of my peace
I began to see his face forming to that of which I would've imagined God's, so I waited
And forgive me if these words sound force and contrived, my lips know only his lips
no words in our beautiful elegant silence, as I wait for the whispers, as I wait and wait
As your legs tangled tight to fathers, you seem to have forgotten the whisper, the wait

cheers.

Forbidden Love, A Ridiculous Result

What can I say? I gave in, I saw the movie, knowing the books were better, knowing it was going to be bad. And I have quite a few things to say about the film if you are willing to listen (well read in this case):

I believe a lot of people are blinded by the frenzy, by the books and by well, Like OMG, How oh so hot Robert Pattison is. I was not, I had severely low expectations walking into the film, seeing the trailer I could tell the dialogue was NOT good. So I am highly judgmental when It comes to films and when It comes to certain things about films. The opening credits I found very circa 1980's cheesy, moving the camera quickly through mountain passes and slanting your camera so the screen looks tilted (oh and she doesn't just stop doing this technique in the credits). Kristen Stewart or Bella's narration throughout the film was highly annoying not to mention added to the cheese meter. The Introduction of each character was obvious and not done well at all, comparison to the book not many of the characters looked to how I imagined them. I was highly disappointed with the Introduction of Jacob, considering he plays such a big part in the second film, The actor who played him I found unattractive, which I believe is in part due to the Director. Her mindset was probably that "Edward should have NO competition" therefore casting an unknown cast, therefore casting not a very good cast at all. Casting an unknown cast was risky, casting an unknown cast who can't act at all is nothing short of surprising. The absurd attempt to reveal himself (himself being Edward Cullen) in a "cool and hip" way, left me absolutely taken back and wondering, "where is she going? where is he going? what the fuck is going on." Only to reveal the awful scene, that made me hate the fact I spent 9 dollars on a ticket. So there she stands all alone and vulnerable in the woods as The Pale (not to mention caked up make-up) face of Edward Cullen standing over Bella's shoulder, forcing her to say what he is. VAMPIRE! Oh break me off a piece of that Cheddar Cheese. Could it get any worse? With the continuing narration of Bella's Character, of the ridiculous lines said through out the film, "hold on tight Spider-Monkey". Not to mention the awesome musical montages of the silent conversations (sense my sarcasm?). I don't understand what has happened to America's taste in film. We as the audiences have seen well done films that involve book to screen adaptations (i.e: Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter) So what makes us enjoy a film that doesn't depict a book that we read well at all? It is beyond me. The crying screams of teenage girls as Edward Cullen is wrapping his arms around Bella only sends shivers down my spine and makes me loathe what has happened to the film industry.

And on top of that, they postponed Half Blood Prince for this Bullshit.

cheers.

The Smell of Holly is making me sick

And The air is thick and its been this way for quite sometime
This past Christmas just wasn't the same, we weren't the same
As the lights upon the tree didn't glow so bright as they used to
And that feeling inside seemed to have faded away
like warmth through winter
While words slowly become meaningless
in this meddling of fate.
And you packed your bags, it seems you've found away
to leave it all behind
As our holiday became lost beneath the unspoken conversation,
the lonely silence
While prayer found me vague and defeated,
you tore yourself away inside
The dinner table was empty,
The tree undecorated and the lights dimmed
This past Christmas reflected everything we ever felt inside
As the sound of doors closing became more than comforting
And Poppa still sat around the fireplace, although no one else joined
And Momma cleaned the kitchen as she found her own place to mourn
As Goodbyes begin to feel more and more like home

cheers.

This is my Rant.

On Sarah Palin and her views on Abortion.

Her ridiculous absolutely ridiculous views on Abortion. Go ahead, You can be Pro-Life I give you all the credit in the world for being Pro-Life but when you begin to push your views on me on this subject, when you begin to preach it to the Congress and to your Republican Party about making it once again illegal that is where I become real pissed off. You can list me a dozen reasons on why Abortion is wrong and you still won't change my mind. I think there are several reasons why I am Pro-Choice
Side Note: To get the record straight I am against "Partial-Birth Abortion" The type of abortion that is done after 3 months of the Fetus's development. After the 3 months the Fetus has eyes, nose, heart, brain, hands and legs and the Fetus is essentially a child. I am against that, If you cannot decide if you want to keep what will be your child within 3 months, you deserve to have your child.
Now back to my reasons why I am Pro-Choice:
1) I am Pro-Choice basically because I am open minded. I have stepped outside of my own shoes to realize that Abortions aren't always awful. There are times and certain situations when Abortions maybe necessary. Such as When a Woman is raped, I am almost sure she doesn't want to have a child from rape, to look at that child and see the face of her rapist. The thought is almost haunting.
2) In the case of a woman being a victim of incest. The fact that the child may or may not have brain damage, the fact that the child will be a constant reminder of your past and of what happened to you.
Our Wonderful, Republican Vice President Nominee doesn't care much for the women in these scenarios; No she is far to busy worrying about an unborn fetus. She wants to save something that isn't fully developed into being a Baby. Instead of her mind being on real lives being lead (such as: Iraq War, Poverty in America Right Now, The Economy) She is caring for those unborn, those who are not even developed.
I am angered at the fact that this is even an issue. This Election is more important than ever and we take time to bring up such ridiculous non-issues up to cover up the real problems. Go ahead, list a million reasons on why Abortion is awful, on why it is murder. Send me a million links to different web pages with photos, photos of course showing PARTIAL BIRTH ABORTION, the one I am against, the one that is illegal in congress. The Ignorance of this world never ceases to amaze me, just put yourself in someone else's shoes. Go ahead. I dare you.

Farewell Summer Dreams.

For All those Things of Past and Present will Shake Away
Like Leaves on a Tree in the middle of a golden autumn
For the Forgetfulness of Old man Time
will sweep in like the gust of august
And all the Summers of Past will be left to the earth
they will be left alone to pass on
So soon we'll be swept by the currents and salty air
to remain only in silence beneath a wave
The glittering sunset will be the last thing we ever remembered
as our palms kiss in summer air

Down The Rabbit Hole Blues.

So watch as my tongue spills these violent adjectives and oxymoron's. As We watch as our lives crash, like spoiled milk spilling onto an already stained carpet. You speak in such elegant tongues and even through the wire, I can tell your sly smile is present. Drink your liquor down baby, It'll make you look more beautiful from this angle, and I cleaned my closet last night to find images of us spilled into an unspoken poem of betrayal. Examine how this red nail polish represents the blood that is on both of our hands, my love. The Absinthe will make you Absent and You can follow your way down the rabbit hole now. If you meet the Queen of Hearts, send her my regards and tell her I couldn't find my way. My hands become sand paper scratching for ways to find my own way down, I am Idle. Translation started a Relationship with the one you love the most and you weren't even present. So let all the words spill off your tongue, Let the Liquor go dry, Let Yourself divide. I'll be on your porch with a cup of sour milk waiting for the rabbits to hum our song..thats when I'll come home.

0.01 Video Blog

Ignore the fact that I am playing with my hair constantly, wearing a huge t-shirt, and cannot stop saying hum and not looking directly in the camera. Oh the boredom that ensues me when I am home alone on a week night.

one week from today, let my anxiousness begin (college!)

old habits die hard.

I've been stringing words together that make anything but sense all the while playing anything by Explosions in the Sky on repeat. I am drinking Iced tea until my teeth rot out and I haven't brushed my hair. I blog more than I breathe. I want to see lights in my eyes really late at night, I'm tired of hearing the crickets chirp their lullaby. I want out, I want to truly escape. Instead these old habits gnaw at me nightly, I wonder If I'll ever be free.

cheers.