Ordinary World

Living Without

Meet Veronica. She is an 18 year old girl struggling through high school. Her mind is filled with transparent things she doesn't understand. She wakes up late, goes to school, goes to work, comes home and does hours of homework and goes to bed. She loves cars. She rarely goes on dates. Nothing exciting ever happens. One day as she was walking through the parking lot to her car another car came speeding out of no where and the next thing she knew she was waking up in the hospital. After she realized what was going on she noticed she was missing a leg. Her right leg. 

How will she ever drive?
What will she do differently after such a life changing event?
How long will it take for things to get back to normal? Will they ever?

shake the dust

this is for the skinny boys.

this is for the girl crying at 3 am.

this is for the rape victims.

for the single mothers with no one to lean on. shake the dust.

this is for the orphans and the neglected children growing up too fast.

this is for the misunderstood.

for the 17 year old girl saying goodbye to her mother dying of leukemia. shake the dust.

this is for the hopeless.
 
for the ones going through life but not living a minute of it.

for the discouraged school teacher who thinks no one is listening. shake the dust.

this is for the girl with scars hidden under her clothes.

this is for all the red-headed bearded guys.

for the parks and the hobos who live there.

Shake the dust.

this is for the one sitting in the rain

make sure that when the sun rises tomorrow you are there watching it. Wherever there may be. Breath it in, let it out. shake the dust.

feel the wind on your face and know you're still alive so start living. step back into life with a smile on your face and your soul open.

then speak. stand. shake the dust into the air and let it fall to the ground, kick it back up and watch it fall again. because life is worth living.

Ghandi

Sometimes i smile at jokes that were said yesterday
i finally get it
I keep forgetting to think until it's late
late sits on the edge of too late
I wonder why time goes faster in the early morning
like the world is running late
We walk around keeping ourselves under strict surveillance
abiding by social law 
When will we own ourselves completely?
the moon is bright
and in the shadows we are us
and in secret conversations we send our guards home to be with their families
This is the true light
the light of who we really are
Who i am
And tonight is not the last time I'll see the light.

Blurbs

Hotel California (Eagles)
James walks into a dimly lit hotel in the early afternoon. He meets a beautiful girl holding a candle who shows him around a very interesting hotel. Will he ever check out?

Down (Jay Sean)
Jay falls madly in love with a beautiful girl. He decides to take her on a surprise vacation. After some scary events he stumbles upon her big secret. Both of their lives will change forever.

Mr. Brightside (The Killers)
After Brian's girlfriend leaves him he develops trust issues and decides to move back in with his parents where he finds something in his basement bedroom that could change history forever.

Its My Life (Bon Jovi)
When 16 year old Jake decides he is sick of being the perfect child he starts acting out and becomes a thrill seeker. When he takes it a little too far he looses a lot. When a friend calls with a proposition will he accept?

Bad Romance (Lady Gaga)
When June writes a book called The Bad Romance with her husband Michael everything they write starts to become their real life. When finally realize whats happening things have gotten out of hand. They have to fix everything or their lives will never be the same.    

songs with stories

Back to December
For the First Time

Jealousy

The poem the summer i was sixteen really makes me jealous because i enjoyed reading it and i wish i could make my poems enjoyable to read. i could relate to the feeling of the poem. i love how he showed how the people or person in the poem felt carefree and sort of floated through the summer with out saying it. A poem like this is beautiful. Its simple joys of life that sometimes get over looked but reading it makes you remember. Its a phase of life we all go through. everything is fun and easy and not a lot gets accomplished besides growing up and experiencing life. I am jealous. I would love to write a poem like that.

Complaints

i'm tired of school. of you. of life. i'm tired of homework. of housework. of work. I'm tired of makeup and hairstyles. i'm already tired typing. i'm tyred of speling things write. i'm tired of trying to be perfect. i'm tired of wearing this mask. i'm tired of disappointments. i'm tired of stressing over stupid things. i'm tired of immature people. i'm tired of being tired. i'm tired of this constant pain. i'm tired of people feeling sorry for me. i'm tired of love being one sided. i'm tired of people with two faces. i'm tired. i'm tired of not being able to do things. i'm tired of appointments. i'm tired of eyes looking at me. i'm tired of this cold weather. i'm tired of utah. i'm tired of boys. i'm tired of clothes. i'm tired of waiting. i'm tired of texting. i'm tired of schedules. i'm tired. goodnight.