Listening To My Heart

I've learned the best way for me to write is to write with my heart.  Writing with my heart is a way to let me and my heart communicate, and I listen to what it has to say...

My heart tells me to do what I love
To live in the mindset of that kid who thought possibilities were endless.
My heart tells me to not see dying as something to fear, but to use death as a motivator to live life the best I can.
My heart reminds me that I'm human, and that I'm gonna mess up, but to see my mistakes as bread crumbs for when I get lost and need to find my way back. 
My heart tells me to rock out and to shake the dust, and to not be a tourist.
To revive the music that died when I grew up.
My heart tells me that love is real, even when it hurts and seems too good to be true.
That the easy way is decieving, and the hard way is rewarding.
My heart tells me to stick it to the "Man". 
"Man," you're a fat loser and you have body odor and I'm not going to give you the time of day.
I'm gonna follow my freakin' heart..

Moving Out

I've decided it's where I want to stay. 

I don't know if it's the comfort I feel when I'm walking the streets..  Maybe it's the new things I learn when I'm listening in on it's residants, who always surprise me with their beautiful words.
But now I think I'm starting to see why so many love this place.  Sitting in it's resturants and coffee shops, thinking about whatever I want.

I want to stay there because looking for myself before has never been easier. 

Being there, finding new things, new places to sit and let the city open my eyes to new thoughts, ideas, and outlooks.  I've become grateful for everything that's happened in my life, good or bad, because I know even if it hurt back then, it will only help me for what's to come.

Everytime I'm there I can hear my heart more clearly.  Going to that place has finally helped me and my heart understand each other more.  I know when I'm there, I trust my heart. 

Something about that place..  It's opened my eyes when I didn't even know they were closed.  It's where I can find my muse. It's the place where I can follow my heart.  It's where I know I'm going to find myself. 

That's why I'm moving to Paris.      

Do I Know You?

This poem is short, but it hits home for me.  I wish I could sum up a topic like this short and sweetly, and at the same time making it sound so good and deep.  It makes me jealous for sure.  It's genius and sounds soo good! "I'm sorry I thought I knew you" "There was nothing she couldn't do" "I miss her looking back at me from that mirror over there."  It's such a awsome way to put it.  I wish I thought of it.

Do I Know You? I'm sorry, I thought I knew you, I didn't mean to stare, Was that a smile of recognition, Just before that worried glare? No, you're right, you're not the person, The girl I knew was full of hope, You're depressed and getting older, You can hardly seem to cope. She was young and full of energy, There was nothing she couldn't do, She had faith and joy and laughter, No, you're right, she wasn't you. Promise me, that if you see her, You'll tell her that I really care, And I miss her looking back at me, From that mirror over there. by: Ann Wittig

FORGOTTEN

Stick It To The Man

I'm gonna tell you off ya dream crusher.  Don't sit there and tell me I can't do it.  Just because your life sucks that means mine will too?

No "Man", just because you run the world doesn't mean you control me.  Just because I'm in the world you run, doesn't mean I have to be of the world you run.

Yeah suck on that "Man", I'm not gonna be your puppet just because you got a big stack of cash held out.  I know I'm a human, I'm not going to give that up and be your robot.

I have to have an A on my report card to show that I'm going somewhere in life? I have to go to a good college just to prove I'm good enough for your time?

Well screw you, I'm not wasting my time with some rich, arrogant, jerk.  Go on call me the trash baby, at least I have friends that are actual humans and not the robots that sweet talk you for your money.

Also, you're a fat loser and you have body odor.

BLACK OUT

Sorry not the best quality.
(Return to Stage.  Cast the final performance for the suffering community)

Amanda Todd

Here's a video about a girl who constantly got bullied.  She made this video and then killed herself.  It's really sad and it will probably make you really mad.  Made me mad.  People can be pretty freakin mean.  She messed up, everyone screws up but no one deserves this.