Chapter: Now Because of Then

The pain chases me as I finalize my decision, even though it’s already been keeping me company. Scared to jump again I recoil into my shell. Bruised and aching from the last time I fell. Haunted by the nightmares, yearning a peaceful dream. I have all of it stored, bursting at the seams, but what do I do? I want, but I don’t want to want. I need, but I don’t want to need. I love, but I don’t want to love. The past lies in the past, but creeps into my present. Even if it’s not happening, despite its irrelevance. The statement makes it simple, but the action leaves me crippled. Kept away, far way, where no wave can come from a ripple. But what are you left with in the end? A friend?..

Chapter: Those Days

Missing the days when the sun came out to play,

When burning rubber on bikes always made my day.

When power rangers in the morning got me all siked,

But Gargoyles at ten made my morning start out right.

When the world wasn't scary, but just a jungle to explore,

When playing outside was my one and only chore.

When ignorance didn't exist, just true pure innocence,

When cartoons were bliss, and candy equivalent.

When waking up early wasn't so hard,

Because I woke up excited to trade my Pokemon cards.

When evil didn't exist and people were nice,

When my house always smelled like chicken, beans, and rice.

When boys had cooties, but yet were my best friends,

When t-shirts, jeans and sneakers were the only trend.

When playing in the dirt was more natural than breathing,

When I would try to keep my eyes open while sneezing.

Missing the days when the sun came out to play,

Missing those days,

Sigh, let's go back to yesterday.

Chapter: Define Different

What's new nowadays? Is anything really different, that hasn't been tried before? I doubt it. That's what sucks, everything has been attempted so it's not really like a big deal when it comes out. Lady Gaga? No. Sure she's weird, so is Marylin Manson. Sure she sold her soul to the devil, so did Jay-Z. Sure she has an interesting sense of fashion, so do emo people. Ugh, she's so, yuck. Go to church Lady Gaga, you need Jesus.

But anyways, the problem is, people are too scared to try what's "different", because they're constantly told it's wrong. It's not wrong, it's a divergence. When they say "It's wrong" what they mean to say is, " I don't know what you're talking about, and frankly I'm just saying it's wrong because I have a huge fear of the unknown and I'm too afraid to try anything new, so I don't want you to because then I'll feel average and lonely, and I want you to be average with me because-" Alright, let me cut it off there. Get what I mean?

So when people ask, " Why?" Simply answer, " Why not?" And if they give you, or begin to give you a BS answer, easy. Just answer: "THIS IS SPARTA!" and push them into a hole.

Problem solved.

It may seem like I contradicted myself, with what I said about Lady Gaga, but she's a repeat. Just the female version of Marylin Manson, or atleast I think so. I'm not even sure what he/she/it is. Just scares me, but hey, I respect his/her/it's guts to be so weird.

Besides the whole selling your soul to the devil; that's just stupid.

But then again, "To be great, is to be misunderstood.."

There's a mind-boggler for you.

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No harsh feelings to anyone or anything I mentioned in this blog. Just trying to make a point. Kudos to Frandy, for influencing me to write this entry.

Ciao.