A cHanCe mY cHiLdReN
The shiney bracelet that looks like a heart breaking
It's raining outside. I haven't posted in nearly two weeks and not a lot has happend. In fact I might have to admit that more change has happend in the past ten minutes than in the entire span of time from my last post. I guess that might be the reason i have come to write on this thing. Spark and interest, lets see what you get. Everyone has been asking me how school is. Well, let's see, school. I go, i work, i come home and i go to school again. It's always the same, it never changes. Don't really ask anymore, it's just a repetitive nothingness that wastes a lot of time. It's small talk which is for simple minds that i clearly don't need.
multiply by infinity and take it to the depths of forever and you won't even understand where i'm coming from.
It is the middle of the afternoon an yes I am updating. If you have a problem, which I know you don't because it gives you something else to read besides random blogs that you search through when bored or playing around on myspace for hours on end. You should be thanking me and not questioning my intentions. Now that that is out of the way, there is something more important on my mind. Three words, Meet Joe Black. Now I do not know if you have ever seen this movie before but if you haven't, you need to. Above all others. Damn. Watch it alone, movies are always best this way, but this one especially. Don't start thinking out loud on this one either or you may miss something very important. You also need to watch it start to finish. No pausing, no potty breaks, all at once. Now, this was not the first time that I have seen this movie, but i am now older and I would like to think a little wiser and I understand everything in it now. It's really one of those movies that will live on forever because it covers the most important things. Life, death and love, plus little things that branch out but pretty much just the three basic. It has a beautiful way to put all of life into perspective. "It's just the pictures in your mind that you take away from events. Collect enough pictures and you will be happy." or something like that. It just had such a beautiful way of putting death. I couldn't imagine a more fitting idea for the way that people die. Brad Pitt, playing death, does not comfort those he comes for, but gives them a kind of sense of relief. I don't understand what about him in this role, the perplexity and the way he seems to view everything for the first time, much the way that of a child only because he is older and can speak, we see the common misconsceptions. Everything about our own world comes a little more into focus. Plus the idea that death is supposed to be the evil thing of our lives and really, it is quite the opposite. People are flawed, people are evil, death is innocent. He just provides a service that is grossely needed. If not for death, where would the world be?
Blue Ocean
It would be a great thing to live without fear. With never having doubt and being what i never thought i could. I want everything i can't have. I want that shimmering sea of blue. The most beautiful parts of the ocean. The deepest blues that give that sense of awe inspired love that can only be revered. And then you remember of all the destruction and the danger that resides just below the surface. The death that has been, the pain that can exude. And still i can conjur no thought more intoxicating than letting the cold blue surge through me body and pour into my lungs. Almost dying, but not quite. Much more inspired than that. Feeling each piece of my body disconnect. My head pulls me away and my heart feeds the hunger in my eyes until the fires blaze and i crawl towards the ocean like a parched wanderer. My oasis is but a hands reach away and yet that hand is of a frozen wasteland in which no humane heart could cross. I shall forever adore those blue eyes. Each glance that painful reminder, that stinging sensation that only a true and kind heart will be able to relieve me of for always. And the moment that i shall look into the eyes of my beloved babe and see that ocean, the ocean in which a woman such as myself one day in the future will care to journey and care to die in, i will weep. I will weep for their heartache. Weep for my own. And weep to know I shall forever be haunted by those ghostly blue eyes. I am resigned to the fact that blue eyes are the most beautiful thing ever and that everman who owns a pair of these gracful killers will be a reminder and bring me a lot of pain.
*** these were old posts of mine. Saved drafts that i never got back around to. I felt bad for them, just sitting there, waiting to be picked up again and fully developed and it never happend. I think they deserve the chance to go out into the world and be seen. They could have been something beautiful, i can see their potential even now. My english teacher said to me today that a piece of writing is like a child, we can see all the beauty in it that no one else ever can and we know what it is trying to say all the time even if to other people it is just baby babble. And with that same token, we are unable to see the faults, no matter how evident they be. That is the thing that i love the most. He is so true, so true. So to all my little pieces of writing, know that i love you and that someday you will be loved... i mean published. Same thing.
It's raining outside. I haven't posted in nearly two weeks and not a lot has happend. In fact I might have to admit that more change has happend in the past ten minutes than in the entire span of time from my last post. I guess that might be the reason i have come to write on this thing. Spark and interest, lets see what you get. Everyone has been asking me how school is. Well, let's see, school. I go, i work, i come home and i go to school again. It's always the same, it never changes. Don't really ask anymore, it's just a repetitive nothingness that wastes a lot of time. It's small talk which is for simple minds that i clearly don't need.
multiply by infinity and take it to the depths of forever and you won't even understand where i'm coming from.
It is the middle of the afternoon an yes I am updating. If you have a problem, which I know you don't because it gives you something else to read besides random blogs that you search through when bored or playing around on myspace for hours on end. You should be thanking me and not questioning my intentions. Now that that is out of the way, there is something more important on my mind. Three words, Meet Joe Black. Now I do not know if you have ever seen this movie before but if you haven't, you need to. Above all others. Damn. Watch it alone, movies are always best this way, but this one especially. Don't start thinking out loud on this one either or you may miss something very important. You also need to watch it start to finish. No pausing, no potty breaks, all at once. Now, this was not the first time that I have seen this movie, but i am now older and I would like to think a little wiser and I understand everything in it now. It's really one of those movies that will live on forever because it covers the most important things. Life, death and love, plus little things that branch out but pretty much just the three basic. It has a beautiful way to put all of life into perspective. "It's just the pictures in your mind that you take away from events. Collect enough pictures and you will be happy." or something like that. It just had such a beautiful way of putting death. I couldn't imagine a more fitting idea for the way that people die. Brad Pitt, playing death, does not comfort those he comes for, but gives them a kind of sense of relief. I don't understand what about him in this role, the perplexity and the way he seems to view everything for the first time, much the way that of a child only because he is older and can speak, we see the common misconsceptions. Everything about our own world comes a little more into focus. Plus the idea that death is supposed to be the evil thing of our lives and really, it is quite the opposite. People are flawed, people are evil, death is innocent. He just provides a service that is grossely needed. If not for death, where would the world be?
Blue Ocean
It would be a great thing to live without fear. With never having doubt and being what i never thought i could. I want everything i can't have. I want that shimmering sea of blue. The most beautiful parts of the ocean. The deepest blues that give that sense of awe inspired love that can only be revered. And then you remember of all the destruction and the danger that resides just below the surface. The death that has been, the pain that can exude. And still i can conjur no thought more intoxicating than letting the cold blue surge through me body and pour into my lungs. Almost dying, but not quite. Much more inspired than that. Feeling each piece of my body disconnect. My head pulls me away and my heart feeds the hunger in my eyes until the fires blaze and i crawl towards the ocean like a parched wanderer. My oasis is but a hands reach away and yet that hand is of a frozen wasteland in which no humane heart could cross. I shall forever adore those blue eyes. Each glance that painful reminder, that stinging sensation that only a true and kind heart will be able to relieve me of for always. And the moment that i shall look into the eyes of my beloved babe and see that ocean, the ocean in which a woman such as myself one day in the future will care to journey and care to die in, i will weep. I will weep for their heartache. Weep for my own. And weep to know I shall forever be haunted by those ghostly blue eyes. I am resigned to the fact that blue eyes are the most beautiful thing ever and that everman who owns a pair of these gracful killers will be a reminder and bring me a lot of pain.
*** these were old posts of mine. Saved drafts that i never got back around to. I felt bad for them, just sitting there, waiting to be picked up again and fully developed and it never happend. I think they deserve the chance to go out into the world and be seen. They could have been something beautiful, i can see their potential even now. My english teacher said to me today that a piece of writing is like a child, we can see all the beauty in it that no one else ever can and we know what it is trying to say all the time even if to other people it is just baby babble. And with that same token, we are unable to see the faults, no matter how evident they be. That is the thing that i love the most. He is so true, so true. So to all my little pieces of writing, know that i love you and that someday you will be loved... i mean published. Same thing.
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