The Unseen.

A broken man lays his bed in an ally way.
Closing his eyes awaiting a new day.
He sees the world and its people for what they are,
Monsters in a rat race trying to go far.
But what for?

Is he nothing more than a poor man begging at the door?
A rich man steps out of his million dollar home,
 Thinking another day, another dollar.
He has never experienced what it is like
 To lie beneath the filth of the cities collar,
But one day he stumbles across that man
 Laying on the ground, dirt, and sand.

He hears his heart make an extra sound
 As he bends down and offers a helping hand.
For compassion has unclouded his vision
 Shining light on that which is unseen.

Life in a Small Town

  It's 8:00 and there are 50,000 cars outside every restaurant in town. The crazy thing is it's a school night; it's not even a weekend! Looking for a parking place is a nightmare. "Oh, wait! There's one! Get it! Go, Go, Go!" Woo, take in the crisp air. The thing with a small town like ours though, the air you take in could be anything from cow fields to river water. Turn your head again to breath and you jump back to the reality of the packed lot of cars. Just being there you start to understand the feel of just how close everything is. The closeness hits you again, as you start to follow the smell of fresh food inside, smacking you with a line a mile long. This, although just as packed as any other place, is the new place in town. News here travels faster than a rocket. As you enter the room, laughter comes from everywhere. An array of smiles on each face you see.
  Everyone seems to know everyone here. As you walk through the crowd, people start to call your name across the room. You see old familiar faces. Shaking hands with your church pastor, you turn and grin with glee at your best friend in the corner table. If you don't know anyone immediately, you might just manage to enter the conversation taking place at the next table. You may soon find yourself introducing your family to people you don't even know. Oh, the beauty of life in a small town!

I AM...

‍I am crazy and energetic

‍‍I wonder why I dream what I dream

‍‍I hear the whisper of the trees

‍‍I see a man of twelve feet tall

‍‍I want to make a difference in world

‍‍I am crazy and energetic

‍‍‍‍I pretend to sing to an invisible audience

‍‍I feel as if I can touch the stars

‍‍I touch the highest heights

‍‍I worry about falling apart

‍‍I cry when I think of loosing the people closest to me

‍‍I am crazy and energetic

‍‍I understand nothing is always as it seems

‍I say there is lots to think about, but nothing to worry about

‍‍I dream of being in love forever

‍I try to be me

‍‍I hope to live and interesting life

‍I am crazy and energetic

The Stories Within

Taylor Swift’s “Long Live”

                This song made me think as I listened to it one day. It made me think of what writers are thinking as they write their music. What goes through their mind? I’m sure this song has a meaning to Taylor, but the song has so many other  meanings to her thousands of fans. Taylor started the singer song writing business at an extremely young age, dealing with critics and what not. She is an inspiration to many now, even still being young. So, who is to say what is good music?

                The story behind a song is one thing to the one who wrote it, but it could have a completely different meaning to someone listening to it. This is why I’m in love with music. I can connect to a song and put myself in the story. Picture myself as Juliet on a staircase waiting for MY Romeo, “Love Story”, remember the many fantasies and memories of my past,  “The Best  Day”, pretend to take “Revenge” on the mean girls. Taylor is one of the most talented writers I know of because her songs are the easiest to connect to, to picture yourself in her songs can be "[Enchanting]". Turning songs into stories is a talent not every singer has. Some people wish for years to be as inspiring as Taylor. She started at such a young age yet she has more awards then some of the artistes that have been in the business for years.

                Taylor takes her writing to the next level by writing what she is or has gone through. That’s what makes it so easy for me to love her music. I think of her music as a entry in a diary. Her music practically reads my mind. “Music is my life” from when I want to cry to when I want to stand up and dance. Happy, sad, angry, giddy, anything you feel music can mimic.

                I find myself as a bit of a dork. I find myself singing into my hairbrush and dancing around my room pretending to be the writer and singer of the songs I listen to. I pretend to preform them in front of crowds. The stories that I put together in my head when hearing it may not be what the writer pictured, but that’s why they do what they do, right? To help their fans make their own stories.

This Generation's Social Struggle.

What "Special Report: LGBT SUPPORT" taught me.



 
   Want to know something new? Something you probably didn't realize unless you are one of two things: lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender(LBGT) or the one who's making fun of who these "types of people" have made their choice to be. There are are people everywhere just like them, but they don't know this, because there are so many others who have scared them silly and made them hide who they truly are. Hiding who you are isn't a fun thing, but to LGBT students sometimes hiding is easier than revealing who they are.
   Teens all over the world are humiliated every day just because people THINK they're, for higher meaning of the word, "different" some just take it and don't care to give it any mind at all, but others take it personal.  Suicide stories started appearing in the news: fifteen-year-old Indiana freshman Billy Lucas; Asher Brown, thirteen, from Texas; Rutgers University student Tyler Clementi, eighteen, in New Jersey; and many others(Whitney Joiner). People don’t realize the things they say can have such an impact on someones heart to where they find themselves thinking they are useless and unwanted. The horrible thing is that in this generation with all the technology we have the comments and names and ridicule don’t end at school. It all keeps going. Places like Facebook and MySpace and other chatting or status setting and commenting websites allow the bullying to keep going or keep the pace going faster, because “no one can stop  me now”. Schools are starting groups like Gay-Straight Alliance(GSA). This makes LGBT students feel more comfortable and safe, because they have somewhere to go and talk.
   If it were up to me, there would be no need for a GSA all students , all people would be accepted for who they are. There would be no rude comments and bullying. Everyone would feel safe and everyone could…just be themselves.