And suddenly I experienced muteness
Uncontrolled, unconnected
Submerged in the cold water of my grave
Mindless, breathless
The world tumbles out of perspective, dismantled
Struggling, urgently
I tried to fight it, grasping for breath
Tangled, strangled
Hating necessity and dying at the last
Scattered, distressed
Stunned into stillness, I blinked. Realizing what is necessary.
There was a careening splashdown into real life. Down is out.
I let go of this self-inflicted poison. This is yielding not fighting.
And I am calm, calm and compliant; conceding to the comber.
Open to time, noticing, choosing the given with a pointed wi
Thirteen
Opening Shot: Moving shot, following a car down a highway. shot of Girl looking out the window nodding her head to recent song ( that has been in the background since beginning of shot) . The shot continues to following the car of the highway towards and through a town. The car stops at a house and the girl rushes out of the car as a boy is running out of the front door of the house. They meet, hug and kiss.
Guy(Jay)" One half of me is yours, the other half yours-
Mine own, I would say; but if mine, then yours,
And so all yours!"
Girlfriend: " Real original Jay"
Jay: "...Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
10) You were always so aggressive
Trying to make yourself seem like a better person
I truly think your trying to be that stereotype
Bigger, better, faster, stronger.
You lost between ancestry.
All I've got to say is if you need to fall down.
I'll be there to help pull you back up.
9) In the beginning you were scared
Of Change of New beginnings
Now you have adapted.
Grown closer to friends, Its Been a good Transition
Thanks for being the diplomat,
Thanks for loyal,
Thanks for giving us a taste of something new
8) Your life has changed drastically
This is not the first time,
you have been through a lot
Through loss a
The Jungle Book
Characters:
BALOO the bear, BAGHEERA the panther, SHERAKHAN the tiger, MOWGLI the human boy, AKELA the leader of the wolf pack, KAA the python, GRAB and GRAY wolfs MONKEY, BUFFALO and VULTURE,
Scene 1:
Baloo :( to us) many seasons ago Mancub and his family were traveling by the river of the jungle. Sherakhan the tiger appeared and killed the parents but left the child. Later two small wolves find the small bundle and fight over it but the law of the jungle says seven times over, never kill man. So Bagheera the panther steps in and buys the mancub form the wolf pack for a freshly killed bull.
Akela: Youve got a deal,
Do you really think that fazes me?
Do you really think I care?
You call me names.
Why dare?
I call it stupidity.
When all you do is share.
But you call it tactics.
Youre so unaware.
Im done.
This is far from repair.
Ill try to stay kind.
Not wanting to fill you with despair.
You keep on with you guilt.
Go ahead give me your stare.
Get them involved.
Do you really think thats fair?
This image keeps showing up in my mind of me in a blank white room with a beautiful dress on and my peace necklace laced around my neck. He is standing right by me his hand held in my and wearing a jet black tux with a white bow tie and a black Satan top hat. The image slowly zooms into my smile etched on my face then zooms out and we hear a little giggle. He takes his hand from mine and it raises it closer to my face. He then slaps me making the brilliant, joyful smile disappear and a red hand-print appear along with a sheik of agony. I spin around and hold my hands up over my red cheek, she then comes skipping up pushes me to the ground
For the most part I have lived a pretty normal life. I have mom a dad, and an annoying kid brother. I go to a boring high school thats about five minutes away from my ranch style home. Im a lot like this kid, for example, sitting next to me. I fiddle my thumbs, I bite my nails, and I dont study for math tests. My parents are affected by the rise of gas prices and the fall of our economy and so are his. I'm just your average adolescence. But, I have to admit that some odd things have happened to me. Well actually some down-right peculiar things have happened to me. In some there is no other way to describe them than wow. The
I want to be me
No one else
Don't try to change me
I am who I am.
I don'tcare if I look like a loser when I dance.
I don't care if I'm my cloths aren't "in"
I don't care if you don't like my music
I don't care if you don't like what I say
I'm a loser so why don't you kill me
I don't care what you think of me
I am me and I'm proud of that
I'm original.
Not a phony
I won't change for anyone
I'll change for me.
Hey its your special day
Where you get to party
However you may
Blow out those candles
Make a wish
For peace of mind
Now your one day older
Another year wiser
Youre the big fifteen
To old for math to be easy
But to young to drive
down that highway
Alone, with your cool shades
And music blaring
Youve done good so far
You made great friends
And have followed your morals
So all thats left
Is for me to say
Happy Birthday to you
May it be great and filled
With Surprise and Happiness
Waiting...
lying on the floor
looking at the ceiling
waiting for something to change
waiting for it to end
waiting for his defeat
waiting for his misery
waiting for it to begin
waiting for it to crumble
waiting for the rain to fall
waiting for the sunset
waiting for the curtain to close
waiting to talk
waiting to laugh
waiting to smiling
waiting to dance
waiting to get over it
waiting to give up
waiting for it to be all in the past
waiting for a new beginning
And suddenly I experienced muteness
Uncontrolled, unconnected
Submerged in the cold water of my grave
Mindless, breathless
The world tumbles out of perspective, dismantled
Struggling, urgently
I tried to fight it, grasping for breath
Tangled, strangled
Hating necessity and dying at the last
Scattered, distressed
Stunned into stillness, I blinked. Realizing what is necessary.
There was a careening splashdown into real life. Down is out.
I let go of this self-inflicted poison. This is yielding not fighting.
And I am calm, calm and compliant; conceding to the comber.
Open to time, noticing, choosing the given with a pointed wi
Thirteen
Opening Shot: Moving shot, following a car down a highway. shot of Girl looking out the window nodding her head to recent song ( that has been in the background since beginning of shot) . The shot continues to following the car of the highway towards and through a town. The car stops at a house and the girl rushes out of the car as a boy is running out of the front door of the house. They meet, hug and kiss.
Guy(Jay)" One half of me is yours, the other half yours-
Mine own, I would say; but if mine, then yours,
And so all yours!"
Girlfriend: " Real original Jay"
Jay: "...Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
She sat down and propped herself against the tree and laid her bag beside her. Soon she started dreaming and found her self lying on the cool grass with her feet resting on the tree. Suddenly she heard a crash she sat up and stared at the tree before realizing and turning around. She saw a boy gathering his books and a broken pot with a smashed plant lying in front of him.
On Neville, what happen she said. He blushed and quietly said
Im just so clumsy
Not as much as I am she replied sweetly
Oh Luna not at all he replied. They stared at each other for quite a while then he said
W
I hate it when you try so hard just to get yelled out.
I hate it when someone complains and you try help out but they wont let you.
I hate when someone says they hate their life
I hate when someone blames you for their own idea
I hate it when Im pissed and I dont want to talk about it, but people keep bugging me.
I hate when people insult you for something you hope for, but you have to hear about all of their dreams.
I hate when you have to listen to someone but they dont listen to you.
I hate it that I cant stand up for myself.
I hate it that Im the quite one, the awkward one the one that hates
Waiting...
lying on the floor
looking at the ceiling
waiting for something to change
waiting for it to end
waiting for his defeat
waiting for his misery
waiting for it to begin
waiting for it to crumble
waiting for the rain to fall
waiting for the sunset
waiting for the curtain to close
waiting to talk
waiting to laugh
waiting to smiling
waiting to dance
waiting to get over it
waiting to give up
waiting for it to be all in the past
waiting for a new beginning
Hey its your special day
Where you get to party
However you may
Blow out those candles
Make a wish
For peace of mind
Now your one day older
Another year wiser
Youre the big fifteen
To old for math to be easy
But to young to drive
down that highway
Alone, with your cool shades
And music blaring
Youve done good so far
You made great friends
And have followed your morals
So all thats left
Is for me to say
Happy Birthday to you
May it be great and filled
With Surprise and Happiness
I want to be me
No one else
Don't try to change me
I am who I am.
I don'tcare if I look like a loser when I dance.
I don't care if I'm my cloths aren't "in"
I don't care if you don't like my music
I don't care if you don't like what I say
I'm a loser so why don't you kill me
I don't care what you think of me
I am me and I'm proud of that
I'm original.
Not a phony
I won't change for anyone
I'll change for me.
For the most part I have lived a pretty normal life. I have mom a dad, and an annoying kid brother. I go to a boring high school thats about five minutes away from my ranch style home. Im a lot like this kid, for example, sitting next to me. I fiddle my thumbs, I bite my nails, and I dont study for math tests. My parents are affected by the rise of gas prices and the fall of our economy and so are his. I'm just your average adolescence. But, I have to admit that some odd things have happened to me. Well actually some down-right peculiar things have happened to me. In some there is no other way to describe them than wow. The
well, i like to write but i can never come up with an ending to a: story so i have like 50 writing projects i have started and probaly won't be able to finnish b: i suck at spelling and typing c: i'm randomly random
Current Residence: home sweet home Favourite genre of music: rock Favourite photographer: ansel adams Favourite style of art: anything that looks cool Operating System: um i don't honstly care as long as it works MP3 player of choice: ipod but mine sucks so well i have no other referances Shell of choice: Meee hehe u only get that i've you know me Wallpaper of choice: don't like wallpaper :P in other words bets me Skin of choice: i like all skins cause i'm nice like that Personal Quote: oh well i have tons of quotes to many to pick from
Favourite Visual Artist
andy warhol
Favourite Movies
harry potter and driving lessons
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
jet, killers, beatles, and mika
Favourite Writers
my favorite poet is my friend maggie her poems rock!!!
Tools of the Trade
pencil of any color and scaner and um computer
Other Interests
anthing that not boring, haha fine soccer writing and acting
is it sad that....
i want to get back to school
because my family life is
more dramatic than my social life
and because i'm tired of this break and
I'm just wanting it to be over.