Jealous much?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kWkqzWttrkQ Kurosawa Champagne By: Derrick Brown Tonight your body shook, hurling your nightmares back to Cambodia. Your nightgown wisped off into Ursula Minor. I was left here on earth feeling alone, paranoid about the Rapture. Tonight I think it is safe to say we drank too much. Must I apologize for the volume in my slobber? Must I apologize for the best dance moves ever? No. Booze is my tuition to clown college. I swung at your purse. It was staring at me. We swerved home on black laughter bleeding from forgettable boxing. I asked you to sleep in the shape of a trench so that I might know shelter. I drew the word surrender in the mist of your breath, waving a white sheet around your body. 'Dear, in the morning let me put on your make-up for you. I'll be loading your gems with mascara then I'll tell you the truth...' I watched black ropes and tears ramble down your face. Lady war paint. A squad of tiny men rappels down those snaking lines and you say: "Thank you for releasing all those idiots from my life.” You have a daily pill case. There are no pills inside. It holds the ashes of people who died ... the moment they saw you. The cinema we built was to play the greats but we could never afford the power so in the dark cinema you painted pictures of Kurosawa. I just stared at you like Orson Welles, getting fat off your style. You are a movie that keeps exploding. You are Dante's fireplace. We were so broke, I'd pour tap water into your mouth, burp against your lips so you could have champagne. You love champagne. Sparring in the candlelight. Listen - the mathematical equivalent of a woman's beauty is directly relational to the amount or degree other women hate her. You, dear, are hated. Your boots are a soundtrack to adultery. Thank God your feet fall in the rhythm of loyalty. If this kills me, slice me julienne uncurl my veins and fashion yourself a noose so I can hold you once more. ^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^ I am jealous of Derrick Brown because Derrick is taking something that could turn into a huge mistake (drinking too much) and realizing that he doesn't have to apologize. He has rhythm and style. His poetry flows, and goes. I am a jealous individual.

Ghandi Forgets

As I wake up every morning and go to school. I realize, I'm not normal: i keep forgetting that everybody knows who Gandhi is, except me. i keep forgetting to dot my eyes and cross my tee's. i keep forgetting to be normal. to stop in the middle of the hallway and talk to people I don't even know. to block the way of those minding their own business. i keep forgetting the social norm. i keep forgetting: THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS NORMAL i keep forgetting to watch my words. people don't understand my crude humor. my dry sarcasm, or that I don't speak unless spoken to. i keep forgetting how easily people get offended. i keep forgetting that I am a people, not a person and that 'normal' people actually act like a person. I keep forgetting to own myself completely. I keep forgetting to see the light at the end of the tunnel I keep forgetting that that light is warm and inviting. I keep forgetting to be 'normal'

Adaptations

Fireflies: Owl City- Sebastian takes too much acid with a dose of cough syrup. The result is him laying in bed and seeing fireflies. The fireflies aren't like regular fireflies, no these bugs can dance and talk. They show the boy a whole new world a world he never wants to leave. They go on a magical journey. My best Friend: Rooney- A male college student, named Declan who just so happens to be a robot scientist, has been alone his whole life. Nobody to eat with or give a smile to. One day Declan decides to build a best friend. He names her Suzanne. Now Declan has everything he has ever wanted in a friend and so much more. Don't Stop Believin': Journey- Grace was raised in a farming community by her depressed mohter and her abusive father. Grace gets tired of everybody judging her and decides to run away on the midnight train. Tom was was raise in South Detroit and was finally on his way to a better life. Tom was taking the midnight train headed to college. On the train he makes eye contact with Grace. Both running from a past they want to forget and ran into a future they couldn't ingnore.

suburban hero

I wake up every morning at exactly the same time. I lay in bed for twenty-three minutes and seventeen point two seconds. Then I get up and I pull on my body armor. My chain mail. Breast plate. Shield. Girdle. I walk out my front door and my carriage awaits me, along with my faithful minions. Together we go to the battle field. The field is littered with the dreams of my lost comrades, never to be imagined again. I look up and I see the dragon. He is tall and bald and white. My breastplate is too low. The dragon is seething. Smoke is coming out of his ears. My minions do the speaking for me. That was my mistake. . . It only leads to more dreams being murdered. I look over and a helpless damsel is cowering in the corner. I ask "what is the matter?" She looks up and is silent, but I see into her eyes and see that there is nothing there. She has lost all hopes and dreams. She doesn't know what to do, where to go, or who to be. I know now, that my quest is to set free all the the lost and squandered dreams. I am Atticus Finch and I must fight the white dragon. What is making the white dragon take dreams? Why does nobody challenge him? Who will win in this epic battle?

my story

My life's' Story has a whirl of different characters, some of them have been in my life since before I was born. Others have only been in my life for a little while and have already had a bigger impact on me than my parents. My setting from 0 years to about 13 years my setting was always changing. I moved at least once a year and was never inside. I would run in the fields, play in hay stacks, swim in the lake, and run around with my brothers. The plot of my life is still undetermined, birth, moving, divorce, moving, custody battles, moving, school, moving, junior high, and high school. The conflict would most likely be things too personal to share. And last of all the Theme: overcome what overwhelms you and be true to yourself.

Belligerent

1: waging war; specifically : belonging to or recognized as a state at war and protected by and subject to the laws of war 2: inclined to or exhibiting assertiveness, hostility, or combativeness The way I act when someone tells me to do something. The more you talk to me, the less I want to listen. The more you order, the less I give. The more you yell, the less I speak. The more you want, the less I need. The more you sing, the more I mumble. The more you smother, the less I live. The more you pull, the less I push. The more you yearn, the less I send. The more I wright, the less I read.

Do This, Read It, Rock Out

ROCK OUT LIKE. . . you escaped an evil orphanage to join a Russian circus. Fred Astaire stealing Bing Crosby's woman. you don't know if it's a hickey or a bruise, like it's last Friday night. your hand's a dolphin, like you are waiting for your friends at the bus stop. Madonna in '85. you have the Jones for Stacey's mom. pop rocks effervescent in your throat. the Southern Black Shakers of America shake when they feel the Holy Spirit. you've just seen a ghost. you are Taking Woodstock. the birds and the bee's. Halloween and Christmas are wrapped in a BIG yellow bug. *SMACK* you're wiggin'. Chase Hansen when he reads Eazy-E's blog. Elizabeth Bennett when she finds out Darcy loves her, when she calls him a fool, then when she confessed her love afeard he wouldn't return it, then. . . when he does. Claire when Henry lost the use of his legs. Sylar when he gains a new power. Craig when he sings Under Pressure, when she says yes. the light switches FINALLY match up. Wolverine when he sees Gene Grey. when I see. . . Edward.

BEFORE I DIE

before i die i want to tell bubba that i will always be there for him i want to let poncho know that he is the best brother anyone could wish for i want to tell skyler to shape up but that i will always love him i want to tell mom that she doesnt need someone else to complete her i want to tell dad that he needs to grow a pair i want to tell mae that she needs to be human i want to tell buttercup that she is everthing she needs to be i want to tell ofwea that she is special i want to tell everyone in my life that they had a part in making me who i am today before i die i want to fulfill all of my wishes when i am dead i want to stay on earth and do everything i never got the chance to do

Br OkeN DreAms

I was on a walk with two of my friends tonight. As we were walking I was talking with one friend "Patricia" and we were talking about opening a bed and breakfast in Ireland, and saving up so we could start a bakery/antiques/bookstore and meet a nice Irish man in a band. My other friend "Jahosephette" said that something will get in the way of our dream and we won't be able to make it. I walk alone. I walk alone. I am not heard. I don't know how to be heard. Nobody helps me. Nobody notices. I dream of everything. Everything crushes those dreams into shards of broken glass. I walk alone. I walk alone. I see the birds and the bees everywhere I look. I see glazed eyes. I see achievements. I see smiles. I see posers. I walk alone. I walk alone. The sky is falling, chickens run. Mist blocks the mountains. The mountains block my view. Something will come along and shatter my dreams, like my achilles heel. I walk alone. I walk alone. Doubts are placed in my head. Who do I turn to? I walk alone. I walk alone. I see green moores, I see grey fallen stone. I see sheep. I see cobblestone streets. I see pubs. I see beards. I see huge bodies of water. I see people in love staring at the Eiffle tower then gazing at their lover. I see hopeful people tossing coins into a fountain. Hoping to find that lost dream. I see ruins of the ancient world. I am alone. I am alone.

I am thinking of you

Dear Sir or Madame or. . . Thing. I've been thinking about you since birth. You've been thinking of me since conception. At first I thought about you like screams think about yells. You were thinking of me like breaths think of life. Then I thought of you like falling thinks about cliffs. You thought of me Like walking thinks of hands and feet. I thought of you like tears think of salt. You thought of me like book bags think of books. I thought of you like love thinks of hate. You thought of me like a future thinks of new chances. I thought of you like a foreign land. You thought Of me like better oppertunities then I thought of you like fear thinks of R.O.U.S.'s. You thought of me like lockers think of safety. I thought of you like sharks think of tuna. You thought of me like teachers think of helping pupils. I thought of you like velvet thinks of burnt Silk. You thought of me like scalping thinks of hair. I thought of you like freedom thinks of the open road. You thought of me like like a seat belt thinks of safety. I am thinking about you like dorm rooms think of new beginnings. You are thinking of me like new beginnings think of old habits. I think of you like my next Halloween thinks of candy. You think of me like Violence Day thinks of Friendships. I think of you like seniors think of the past. You think of me like Charlie Sheen thinks of hooch.

You gotta learn to laugh, it's the way to true love.

Love is. . . painting a picture with unknown colors. Love is. . . a imperfect perfection. Love is . . . sharing secrets. Love is walking 500 miles. Love is. . . a sightless bird, not knowing what is happening. Love is an absense of fear. Love is. . . being in a dream. Love is. . . safety. Love is. . . jumping up the Eiffel Tower. Love is. . . hugging a tree. Love is lifting each other up. Love is. . . laughter. Love is. . . a bleeding heart. Love is. . . waking up in a dark bloody room and knowing you are in someones heart. Love is. . . starry nights. Love is. . . cutting off your ear. Love is. . . tape. Love is. . . willing to be loved. Love is. . . fate. Love is a penguine. Love is. . . hate. Love is. . . paper hearts. Love is. . . glue. Love is. . . letting go. Love is. . . friendship. Love is. . . weird. Love is. . . not wanting it to end. Love is. . . coffee, it keeps you up late at night. Love is. . . for life. Love is. . . a fairytale.

ईन्त्रोदुक्तिओन

I've dreamed of being a writer, an artist, a friend, an inventor, and a World traveler. Through the years some of these dreams have been crushed, because I'm not good enough, I'm not creative enough, I'm not smart enough. I say ENOUGH with ENOUGH. You should strive to be what you want to be, don't let people put you down and tell you, you can't do that. If you believe in yourself and your dreams, then your dreams will become a reality. Do what you do to impress yourself, not your peers. -Atticus Finch