Chained to the hook, concrete holds nothing but air.
Stare at me when I need water, because I'm a number with no hair.
Amusing soldiers; with no faces, just a mace holding gods share.
Too bad were punished for the few with power, who don’t care......
Hello, my name is Evan Rosen and I am just trying to spread my message. If you folks could, would you rate my poetry? I'm trying to critique myself, but its hard without criticism. You know? Thank you for taking the time, cheers to words.
I tend to write dark, flowing my depressed and saddened thoughts into the writing I know best. Lately that is all I have been able to get out and I notice becomes my best writing no matter if im in the mood or not. Experience plays a big role as well as imagination and lately that is all I've had. One bad moment after another, one sad day to drench my heart to another. But... in time the moments pass and relief comes my way. A moment of relaxation from pounding stress brings the happiness of living back to life. And what I learn from it all is the strength I never lose to constantly endure. A part of me I'm slowly finding more of.
Never did I think I could win
wounded and bleeding
from within,
the constant ache
that travels through the limbs
seeping the pain deeper and deeper
as the days and nights swim.
Today and the next is my vacation
freeness from the traps of pain,
living to see life from what i've gained-
in reaching out to the deepest part of me
needing relief, a time to heal
before I bleed
-MM-10/3/08
My Grandma became a star. I miss her. But I'm not sad. I know she's there for real.
After I heard the news, I burst into tears. I didn't believe it at first, when my Mom told me gramma will still 'be there'.
I fell asleep. When I woke up I surfed the net and checked out a song by Fergie, that You tube had recommended. I loved it listened to again and again and couldn't get enough. I asked my Mom and she said she would get me the CD on my Birthday, which is in Jan. I lay down and wished that I had it now...
Just that moment, my mom told me to get a parcel that somebody had delivered at her office. I went there, and got a huge parcel.
My mom opened it in front of me. It had a card for my mom's birthday and one for me. It was my aunt who lived in California.
Well it had all those Cds, Fergie, Hannah Montana, HSM2, Shakira and lots more. But I know who it really was from...My Grandma...and really she whispers in my ears and says she’s going to gimme all the CDs I want...!
just saying hi and trying to keep in touch sort of. saw ryc most recently. thats about it. slinging coffee at strangers for a living, youth pride is having its annual event at the crown plaza on october 24th, i bought a suit cause i have to give a speech yeah. catch folks later bye
Hope I didn't jinx the White Sox my last post. Gonna watch Judge Roy Bean and possibly Cool Hand Luke today. Will miss ya Paul! I'll be eating popcorn for charity today.
Flyleaf - Supernatual (my favorite song right now)
Saturday, September 27, 2008 (18:42:38)
her headaches are constant increasing in pain
each passing day
she cant even manage to stand on her own its gotten so bad
you think in saying theres no use in praying
but still she bows her head
so she can say
thank you for just one more day
supernatual patience
graces her face
and her voice never raises
all because, of a love, never let go of
he has every reason to throw up his fists in the face of his God who let his mother die
through all the prayers and tears, she still passed in pain anyway
you think in saying theres no use in praying
but still he bows his head
so he can say
thank you for ending her pain
supernatural patience
graces his face
and his voice never raises
all because of a love never let go of
never let go of
Because of George Bush, my parents are struggling to survive. My dad lost his weekly bonus at work and sometimes he's only able to work four days a week because of this recession.
I give my parents some money once a month but they're still struggling. My mom is having to use what little spending money she has to pay bills. They're barely able to make it.
If things get worse, my dad may be out of a job altogether and he may go under. Bush may have high hopes of getting us out of this recession but I have serious doubts.
Bush got us into this recession and many people like my dad are suffering. I doubt that John McCain can end this recession either.
Bush's dad also got us in a recession and it took a democrat to get us out of it. Republican Presidents tend to get us into recessions. Democrat Presidents don't.
President Hoover was a republican and he was the President when the Great Depression began. At the moment George Bush is as popular as Hoover and that's not very popular.
I doubt that McCain can do a better job than Bush. On November the 4th Obama is going to be my choice.
I've been reading a lot as of late, due to my husband's absence and my utter lonesomeness. Today I came across a passage describing a young woman's first sexual encounter and all of its effects on her (it shouldn't matter much that her partner is a vampire, right?). I can't help but feel a weight on my chest and a lump in my throat as I read through it. This is supposed to a happy scene, when the heroine finally gets her guy and they have the most meaningful, albeit animalistic, experience, and yet I can't help feel it's taking a bite (no pun intended) out of my carefully composed thick skin.
Being as my best friend is currently quite occupied with his military training and none of my close RL friends know much about this area of my life, I figured the best way to get these thoughts out is to ruminate in my blog. The passage that sticks me hardest reads:
"I went back to work the next day. I was a little uncomfortable, but boy, did I feel powerful. It was a totally new feeling for me. It was hard not to feel -- well, cocky is surely the wrong word -- maybe incredibly smug is closer."
I can't help but wonder what it must have felt like, to be happy about such a thing. To not have felt more than uncomfortable, bordering on shattered. To be able to wake up the day after such an experience -- meant to be pleasurable, at least emotionally, that first time -- and not feel like something was wrong on the inside.
Oh, to not feel like something was robbed from you. That's all I can say, now.
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