Old Grandma

You were a perfect rose.
A perfect picture in a perfect frame.
You diminished into nothingness,
Like a sidewalk chalk drawing does in the rain.


Tears were held back
As I witnessed your pain.
I told you I loved you and I'd see you tomorrow,
But tomorrow for you never came.

You're Right, I'm Ugly

If I'm not 5'5" and 130 pounds I am automatically ugly. If I don't meet your expectations, I don't deserve an opinion. My existence is a waste of space. I am a nobody. I am absolutely hideous. Perfection is beauty. I am not perfect; therefore, I am not beautiful.

If this is how you think, you should seriously consider jumping off of a cliff.

I am a little under 5'2" and well over 130 pounds, but anyone who really knows me would tell you that I'm a beautiful person. I give more than anyone in the entire world and would do anything for the people I love. I may not be the prettiest person in the world on the outside, but I have one of the biggest hearts in the world. I'm not built like a model, but who cares? I sure as hell don't.

Unfortunately we live in a society that has had a set standard of what is beautiful. Sadly we allow the media to shape our views on subjects such as this. Beauty is not determined by exterior appearance. Fuck what Merriam-Webster taught you. True beauty is what is found underneath all of the makeup, skin, and designer brands.

I Think I'll Just Stay In Bed

It's your birthday today.
I called you, sent a text,
Wrote on your Facebook wall,
And even left you a comment on MySpace.

I received no response.
No “Thank you!” was uttered.
No “I love you!” was said.

I think I'll just stay in bed.

It's your birthday today.
You would have been 18.
Now you're a picture on my wall,
A bunch of faded memories.

I miss you.
Nothing I do or say can erase these scars.
Your name is permanently tattooed on my heart.

I think I'll just stay in bed.

It's your birthday today.
I got you a card and some balloons.
I wish I had the courage
To bring them to you.

But I'm far too weak.
For now I think I'll close my lids,
And meet you in my dreams.

It's your birthday today,
And I think I'll stay in bed.

I Lost My Religion

I lost my religion
Somewhere in between my childhood friend passing
And the death of everything I thought I knew.
I lost my religion
When someone who had my trust
Wished death upon me and told me to give up.
I lost my religion
As I grew older
And realized I had the weight of the world on my shoulders the size of a boulder.
I lost my religion.
Slowly but surely.
I lost my religion
Because I got a taste of the real world entirely too early.
It wasn't just a taste though.
It was more like being force fed all of the foods I despise,
All at once.
Brussels sprouts and lima beans representing pain and agony,
And I can only eat so much of the shit before it makes me sick.
I can't take anymore.
I'm full now.
Filled with sorrow.
Some would argue I'm a lost soul,
But I don't really believe I have one of those.
I am simply lost.
And to be honest, I just want to talk to God
So I can ask Him why
I lost my religion.

My Drug

The beats that you blast
Make you feel like a Catholic at Mass,
Or a person addicted to crack.
Rehab, then relapse.
Recover, fall Back.
The highs make you feel better,
But they never last.
Hold on tight, try not to lose grasp.
This trip to no where may take off fast.
Lost in the treble clef, words, and the staffs.
No pain when shit hits, numb to each thrash.
Turn it up all the way to drown out the past.
The only thing that’s always been there.
Nothing else has.

A Million Pieces

Is it possible to break a heart that's already in shambles?
If it is my friend, you executed flawlessly.
A million pieces were scattered on the floor,
And you came along to hurt me more.
Naive little me knew your past history,
But gave you the benefit of the doubt.
I should have known better.
I should have known you were exactly the same,
And deep down inside of me I think that I did.
Now I'm stuck lying here with my heart on the ground,
Waiting for someone who can save me to come around.
Though I know deep down the only one who can save me is myself,
I still lie here waiting for somebody's help.

Sarah Palin's Alaska, a smart political move?

I can't believe that Sarah Palin, with as little political experience as she has, might possibly run for President of the United States in 2012. I'm sure I don't have to remind you that she didn't even complete one entire term as Governor of Alaska. The fact that John McCain chose her to be his running mate during the 2008 election has me in awe to this day. I understand his mindset at the time. He believed that people who would have voted for Hillary Clinton would vote for him because he had a woman candidate for his Vice President. He HONESTLY believed that strong, independent, women that would have voted for Clinton because of her political views would have switched parties during the election due to the fact that his running mate was a woman. Silly, silly McCain.

Although I don't necessarily agree with where Sarah Palin is going with her reality tv show, I do believe it is an attempt at a political movement; however, I don't believe she will become successful politically by doing the tv show. Will people watch the show? Of course they will. Will people who care enough about politics to inform themselves about people who have the potential to govern Americia watch the show? I highly doubt it. Having this show, "Sarah Palin's Alaska," will not urge people to go vote. Rather, it will urge people to change the channel to CNN, CSPAN, or (as much as I hate to admit it) Fox News. Many people that take politics seriously already take her as a joke because she appeared on Saturday Night Live. Having her own reality show and appearing on Entertainment Tonight will merely add to the joke that she has allowed herself to become.