Wednesday, March 17, 2010

*DNR* [I'm Lost...]

Their tears are bitter
Their sorrow shallow
I can't understand their pain
Still I feel as though it is my own.

You left 'too soon' they said
They thought you would stay for their sakes
I knew better, I knew long ago
It was your time to go... simply put.

Their tears are bitter
Yours have dried
Mine have yet to fall.

Mechanical heartbeat
Rusty, shaking breath
I feel as much as you do now
Or maybe you feel more...?

Their tears are drying
My heart is bitter
And you have yet to leave.


*DNR ~ Do Not Resuscitate.

I actually wrote this a few weeks ago. I got home late because I had practice after school and my mother called me to say that something had happened at home. My grandmother had been taken to the hospital by an ambulance because she had collapsed. The paramedics on the scene had told my grandfather that she was dead but later that evening we were told that she was in a coma and brain-dead. She died a few days later...
Earlier that day I had written a song and a poem and I was starting to come out of my literary slump - but since then, this is the only thing I've written... even though we weren't close I feel as though I've lost something... maybe the will to write, or continue living - it's something I'm still trying to work through. 
Something that not many people understand about my writing - I'll make the stretch to call it 'art' - is that it means everything to me, being that it's the only place that I feel comfortable enough to say what I'm feeling without caring about judgments. Without it... I'm lost.

Sunday, March 14, 2010

And She Danced...

The bells had long foretold the hour of her death
In the streets and cities they wept
To lose one so young,
A loss felt by all but she
For she danced.

Still, in the midst of all the misery
A joy she found, one for only she.
On they led her to the gallows
For she should hang
She paid them no mind,
She simply danced.

Noose around her neck
Last words on her lips
As swayed the ropes
So did she her hips
Final moment passed
Her body limp at last
Captioned words above her head
Say 'may she never dance again'.

But still in the nights
The wind picks up
Ever so slightly swaying her
And in the moonlight
Still, she dances.


I don't remember exactly I was thinking when I wrote this piece... but the main idea of it was the 'never say die' spirit that everyone has inside them and what it can do when you put it to use...
Everyone has it in them to be that strong -- you just have to look deep enough. =]

Saturday, February 13, 2010

Counseling

This is obviously another rant... loaded with passion so brace yourselves.
I'm stressing from this moment that this is an opinion I developed in the heat of the moment and that it doesn't extend to every psychiatrist or mental health professional - just a few that I know and have been told about.

So :
On the subject of counseling....
I really don't get the point!

If you're talking about one-on-one therapy.. it's just you talking to another normal, sometimes inadequately educated human being who probably can't help you or doesn't know what will help you outside the reach of drugs and pointless methods that are only temporary. You're telling your life story to someone you have never known outside of their office and you can't tell if they really care about what you have to say or if they're just treating you like another 'case'. Either way... it's an inefficient way of handling your problems. You can't run to other people and expect them to have the answers you're looking for. When you do that you're only looking for what you want to know or hear and you're only hoping that someone other than yourself can advise you on what's best for you....
Do you realize that in taking a psychiatrist's advise you're trusting them to have more interest in your well being than you do...? Some people may be comfortable with that - with giving up their metal freedom or whatever else in order to get some 'help' from someone who 'knows better'. Some psychiatrists [I won't say all because there HAVE TO BE a few good ones] see their patients as cases and nothing more and don't care about them once they run out of money. Others probably just want to hear their problems because they have a God complex and think it's their responsibility to 'help the poor, suffering, mentally desolate individuals of the world'. How selfless they are...

Group therapy on the other hand is on it's own level. It's a state of being so willing to humiliate yourself while seeking the pity and fake concern of a group of people who know no better than you do and have probably done worse than you have. Addicts stick together... so do idiots.
You stand up in front of a crowd of people who have never met you before and don't care where you've been... sure they share something in common with you but that also means they are more likely to just smile and nod as you talk instead of offering advice. I mean... how are they going to offer advice when they need it themselves?! Where's the logic in that??
You're telling them things you probably haven't told your closest friend of significant other and you have nothing to gain from that. You get words off your chest - Yay for you... but what does that do, other than add to the people who know about your shortcomings?
No one truly cares what happens in your life; if they ask, they have an angle.

I'm not knocking all counseling methods... honestly, there are people who truly need it and actually benefit from it. But for too long now - and lately I've been seeing a lot more of this - people show up at random meetings, say a few things and pat themselves on the back when someone walks away smiling thinking they've done a good job or their 'good deed' for the day. It makes me sick to think that people can take advantage of the fragile psyche of other human beings. There are individuals in the world who are actually hurting. Who actually need help. And because of these morons - these self-indulgent, self-righteous, pious pity-seekers - who have distorted the whole process....

A degree isn't the only qualification you need in order to help people...
A PhD only means you've been in school, you have money and you wanted to make a name for yourself... it says nothing about character - character is what matters.

Saturday, January 23, 2010

Coming Of Age

I've asked this question a few times... and I've never gotten an answer that really satisfied me -- I've never really gotten a real answer, come to think of it.
People brush this off as a question that doesn't deserve attention but I think it's something that's very important!!

Question: Why does our age affect the way we think and behave... and what link is there to our need to 'settle down'?


I don't want to seem hung up on the subject of love... but I have been lately and I also know I'm not the only one. Everywhere you look [or listen] - tv shows, music videos, the internet.... Facebook - the story is the same... people want to find their 'soul mate' and settle down, or have found someone they believe they could spend the rest of their lives with.And still there are others who try to fool the world into thinking they're happy being alone by throwing themselves into the 'single life' and dragging the closest person along for the ride.

And while I could go on and on about that... that's only half my point. It's not just anyone who is acting this way. The majority of these love-crazed individuals just happen to be teenagers or young adults [20+]...
So, my question again --(scroll up, I'm too lazy to type it over, lol).

I've always heard that after a certain age people tend to want to settle down and start a family; that people get their priorities straight and decide that they no longer want 'flings' and passing fancies... they want the real thing.
I've never believed it.

Well.... I didn't.


Until recently....
Hence this blog entry.

Science would suggest that the boost of the hormonal levels in the teenage body could account for the 'new' emotions and change in mindset. But science is wrong about a lot of other things so forgive me if I don't trust that reasoning.

Honestly though; it would make sense if age factored in to the mental shift from fun to fate... it wouldn't make the shift any less surprising or make the emotions seem any less fake and forced from the outside...
But it would be somewhere to put the blame.... and who doesn't like that?

Monday, January 18, 2010

Lost Love...

Why is it this painful?...
I found myself asking that question late one night after receiving some news that proved more destructive than I could have thought. It's almost laughable... the pain that results from news that could be unspeakably good to the person who has effected it or the one whom it affects. Three simple words can make a world of difference in the way you see someone... in this case I'm not referring to "I love you", I actually mean hearing the words "I'm with someone".
Being secure in the fact that I am human and not as unique as the generic shows on TV claim, I think it's safe to assume that I'm not the only one who has tried to brush it off only to have it explode in my face... in short - love blows. Especially when it takes you so long to realize what your true feelings are that you miss out on whatever opportunity you might have been able to have.

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On a side note....... how can you even know if you truly like/love someone? Ignoring all the emotions that will surface as a result of natural attraction... how can you know for sure if your feelings for someone go beyond a crush or 'puppy love'? And whether or not you're sure; is it possible to know when - or even if - the person needs to know how you feel about them...?
Allow me to reiterate - love blows; even more so when it's lost love.


I always thought I wasn't the blogging type but there's nothing like a good rant to get you where you need to be.

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Angel Overhaul

Day 24 .... and no story in sight... or mind.

Ok, So I'm not surprised -- are you?
I have the idea in my head but it's like my teachers had an idea in their heads too -- that I need to have so much work I barely have time to sleep much less write.

But I can't really complain. I got some serious plotting done during classes [payback!].
I've got the story laid out, just watching it unfold.
Obviously there's no way I can finish those 10, 000 words - or whatever it was - in 6 days...
Thanksgiving break or not...
BUT!
For the trouble anyone took to read this -- you get a preview ^_^



I got into the spirit of it and started idling with my photoshop. I'm no professional but I tried :



and.... :




These were the closest images I could find... they're symbolic in their own right[s]. I'm still working on the story -- the idea was too good for me to let go of it...

But! The title's being changed. I don't know what the new one is yet.... I haven't gotten that far. I actually forgot that 'Angel' is the title of a book... that was made into a TV series.... it's starring the main guy from Bones - found it on tnt.tv - I mean... I know the word in itself is common but it never occurred to me that it might have been taken.
But that's no excuse to have not met the challenge requirements... guess it'll be next month....?

Next Post : The topic of Writer's Block ..... *dread*

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Angel | The Conception Phase

It's the moment you've all be waiting for..... not really?
You could at least let me build up the suspense... now I don't even feel like telling this humongous piece of news ... that's such a colloquial phrase... it doesn't even flow... it has to flow.
Ok... it's a jaw-dropping tidbit of knowledge ..... think that flows a bit better?

Anyhoo... :
I said I would give updates on the Angel story -- and when I start getting update worthy work I'll do just that...

It's surprisingly hard to start a story from scratch when you know your deadline is so close...
Even harder considering the fact that I'm coming off a 2 year long stint of unproductive projects that basically stopped where they started... if I don't count that Sasuke fanfic that's at Chapter 22 and counting... that's a hobby -- Angel and the other works are a career. They're all business, serious stuff, etc.

Maybe that's why it's so hard to start... I'm nervous about messing up - story of my life, and now it's translating to my work... not good.

Also work on a whole terrifies me. I don't like work - obviously I love the fruit of my labor but that's when the labor is so much fun I don't realize I'm... well... laboring.

If it helps any at all, I've figured out how the story is going to start, what's going to happen in the middle, how it's going to end and how the chapter introductions will sound...in a nutshell. Now the hard part is to fill in the blanks.... 175 pages worth.... of blanks... before the 30th....

If I die over the course of writing this novel... I'm leaving this blog in the capable hands of my dear frie-- hey, where'd she go?!