Rambles

Wow, thanks for making me all hot around the collar, guys.... 14 comments that appeared out of nowhere kinda make me feel good, even though looking back my poetry was kind of... iffy. =P

I miss everyone too!! Chilliwack has been interesting, for the most part. There's enough cows and corn out here to make anyone feel queasy! And alas, the drama department is nowhere near as developed as here as it was in PoCo.

You think you guys have it bad with your current director, but you still get to do all the cool stuff you did when your old director was there! We've only got one show a year, and maybe a couple of class projects that no one really hears about, and are rather disorganized to tell you the truth.

I'm fairly sure that I'll be going to Aida- just not on the 27th as I planned (I'll be in Kamloops) but maybe the 4th? All those awesome Riverside things that I wish I could make it to (Talent Show, Directing and Scriptwriting Plays) but sadly I don't think I can. =(

Miss you all, Cait, Jocelyn, Christy, Leah, Alyssa, Cody, Ky, Milton, Pierce... and even you, Brandon. Have a happy Sunday!

Well, I checked my email and found an email from freewebs. Apparently I have a poetry website from around seventh grade still up there. I found this one on there, and I thought it was pretty darn good for a 12-year-old!

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You think I’m too different,
I think you’re too normal.
You succeed in your wanting to be ‘just like everyone else’
But somehow you stand out,
A carbon copy of your friends.
Different from the crowd
but normal because
you’re so admired for your difference.

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School's out for summer! I'll miss you like crazy. I gotta stop now before I tear up again!


~~Lime <3

Lifting Up

Listening to James Blunt's 'You're Beautiful', I wanted to write a refreshing, clensing poem... I feel like that's the only thing to lift me out of this rut. Lately everything's so... blah. I want to change that.

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The youth die old,
the old die lonely,
forgotten by a desensitized world
where even the remembered are lost.
there has to be something more,
something more to what we're droning on for.
maybe if we broke the circle we could understand.
all this beauty can't be fleeting,
a single complex cell
contains art.
only to be lost at death, eaten away by this world.

trying to fill the void,
like a vacuum, this world sucks us in,
and gives back nothing.
whatever happened
to those days when being grown up,
was so far away?
it's close now,
i'm on the brink of the edge of destruction.
the emptiness bounces around inside me.

i'm lost, you lost me,
lost me at hello.
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Well... I think I suceeded in getting myself depressed, but nonetheless... I got something out of me. I didn't like this poem, but I have a few in my journal that I do like, I'll post later.

~~Lime <3

Me&Cait&The Desecrating of the Last Few Months

I can offically say this applies to both Cait and I. A collaberation of thoughts after we shredded it.

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Old,
painful,
shredded memories & thoughts
all locked in a blue sparkly makeup box.
nothing is black and white
i am no longer my own age
i've left it behind and now
I'm wandering the streets trying to find myself
in this dark rainy cul de sac
a few feet away from my
cold unwelcoming home.

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Partly Cait, partly me. Originally just two disconnected sentances that we mashed together and made a semi-poem, one line that by chance was pulled out of a pile of ripped and torn paper. Maybe we'll be write one after we burn it. Actually, we should recite this poem while we burn it.

Lots of love,
~~Lime <3

Nonwriting

I've been doing some awful nonwriting. The feeling of the poem is fully formed in my head- I can't make it into sensical words no matter how hard I try.

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If thou could'st empty all thyself of self,
Like to a shell dishabited,
Then might He find thee on the ocean shelf,
And say, "This is not dead,"
And fill thee with Himself instead.

But thou are all replete with very thou
And hast such shrewd activity,
That when He comes He says, "This is enow
Unto itself - 'twere better let it be,
It is so small and full, there is no room for me."

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I love this poem. I just thought I would share it... it was writen in the sixteenth century by Sir Thomas Browne. You have to read it a few times to fully grasp the meaning... but it's beautiful and makes you think nonetheless.

Have a wonderful Christmas, if I can fix my writers block and write something that isn't nonwriting, I'll post it. Until then, loves, adeiu.

~~Lime <3

Rememberance Day

A poem about Remembrance day. I really like it. Written by Jasmin Khangura. It really makes you think, a lot. Enjoy! =)

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the colour of green and dirt covering fearless faces
knowing that family and friends are in different places
behind this fearless face is someone just like you
who loved what he does, and everyone knew
as he sits in the grass, waiting
waiting for the right moment to come, and its coming
bang, he looks to his left and sees his only friend
he watches him die, and thinks, thats the end
anger fills inside of him, he has nothing left
nothing, but to fight and do it with all his best
running forward with pure madness
shooting his gun, filled with bliss
thinking to himself every shot a make
is for someone that i cant take
everyone back home is counting on me
so freedom is all they can see
someone sees this mad man's rage
and fires at him not knowing, he made a cage
soon after the war was over, freedom was found
freedom coming from those in the ground
every year, for at least one day
we say, lest we forget, and that should stay

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-A rememberance Day poem by Jasmin Khangura.

I know that Rememberance Day is kind of over, but I thought that it was an awesome poem and that you guys should all read it regardless of the time of year. Thousands of people dying for our freedom is something that we should remember every day. I know I try to.

Okay, well, that's it for the update. Later. xD

~~Lime <3

P.S. I saw Yes No Maybe So... twas truly awesome and I know y'all will agreee. Although I actually liked Daughters of Edward D Boit just as well. Wasn't as funny, but it really made you think. Everyone who's going tonight, HAVE FUN! Hope you love it. Know you will. =D

For Her

Reminds me of the song, 'Maybe Just Happy' by Nirvana, for some reason. Oh well. It's about a person that I know. Unfortunately.

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Their blank, probing eyes,
Boring holes through my skull,
So they can crawl through and look and examine
Like maggots.
Do they like what they see?They would sell
Their soul for a piece of gossip.
Or someone else’s.

Maybe they already have.

Intoxicating me with chemicals,
Turning me into
A dangerous reactive substance.
Their empty questions,
Calculated to hurt,
They pinch at my soul.

If I am happy
With everything,
Why should you
Continue to question
My feelings.
Can’t I be content?
Does it hurt you to see me happy?

Your blank staring eyes,
Questioning my soul,
They have no right to be there.
You don’t belong in my world,
And
I don’t belong in yours.
Never have, never will.

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Sorry I had to mention maggots. I'm repulsed by worms, maggots especially, they make my skin crawl. But it worked for this poem and that's really all that matters. It's hot off the press, so to speak, so it might not be the best.

Have a good Saturday night.

~~Lime <3

Scar Tissue

Wrote it in my room, while listening to music and brooding over my day. Kind of morbid. Oh well. I tell it like it is.

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What the hell is wrong with me?
Drowning in a sea of facades,
I’m not myself.
When I hit rock bottom
I noticed
The pit was six by six.
Unaware I was digging my own grave,
Until I recognized where they placed my coffin.
Short hellos,
Non-existent goodbyes
Becoming a person that I despise.
Started on the outside,
Wormed its way in,
Crawls and bites
Scars under the skin.
The healing hurts more
Than the wound ever will,
So build up your scar tissue.
No one can hurt you.
Gaping holes
I can no longer ignore,
They refuse to shut.
My exterior stretched
Paper-thin,
To hide the chunks
Of something
Missing.

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Eh. Like it? I think Kyleigh will understand most. And I'm sure a lot of you will agree.

I never answered the question- what the hell is wrong with me? Been feeling so... depressive (Yes, I invented that word myself, but it just seems so descriptive).

"Nothing is more frightening than a fear you cannot name."
-Cornelia Funke, Inkheart

Anyway. Love you all.

~~Lime <3>

MSN/Hotmail

On hiatus from msn/hotmail, indefinetely. Again, please don't ask why.

I will be posting various poetry on this blog from time to time. Love you all.
~~Lime <3

Gone.

Non-poetry post.

My other blog, Life as Seen Through My Eyes, is gone. I don't want to talk about it, so don't ask.