A collection of…

A collection of good sentences resembles a string of pearls.

~Chinese Proverb

Kiss Me.

Gentle whispers at night.
Frozen frosted finger tips.
Lingering words upon your lips.
I know your not good with words.
Hold me for a little longer.
Make me feel a little stronger.
I don’t want to wake.
I don’t want to break.
You are like ice,
In my fire.
Your silence,
It’s getting tired.
All I ask is for a word.
If there is nothing to say,
Then walk away,
Or kiss me.
Losing hold of you.
Forgotten all the laughter.
Is there no more ever after?
I haven’t seen you in a while.
Wish I knew that you were waiting.
Because what I feel inside is wasting.
I don’t want to wake.
I don’t want to break.
You are like ice,
In my fire.
Your silence,
It’s getting tired.
All I ask is for a word.
If theres nothing to say,
Then walk away,
Or kiss me.
Because I don’t want to wake.
I don’t want to break.
Come open,
And cry.
You never even tried.
Never said it started.
Never mentioned it was done.
You think that silence is gold.
Well silence is getting old.
I just want to hear it,
And only from your lips.
If you think that words will hurt me.
It hurts a lot less than you just leaving.
All I ask is.
All I need is,
Not to wake,
And not to break.
For that ice in my fire.
For every word left unsaid.
To never grow tired.
To never forget.
And when there’s nothing left to say,
In my dream you never walk away,
You just kiss me.

 

September 9th 2012

Whenever I watch films based upon history, where innocent people who are uneducated; especially those of youth, are persecuted, it stirs an anger within me which I cannot bare. It makes me honour the teachings of history, that shows us not to repeat the same faults as we did in the past. It also makes me value, education itself, for without it, many of us would be much more easily manipulated. Though education, as well as history, are altered, and used to control us, I feel that, as humans, we strive to learn the truth, and without the truth we are simply, nothing.

A Poem for Canada

My hearts racing like a run away train.
Blood is pumping out into my veins.
I wear these colours proudly,
Red and white.
I show them off like a champion.

I never back down from a fight.
I was made in Canada,
I was born to be free.
This land will last forever.
We’ll get more gold just wait and see. 😉
♥

Hey People don’t know wh…

Hey
People don’t know who I am
All they can say
She’s a bad girl
But they just don’t understand
No they don’t know who I am

Bratz.

16 and still love these songs.♥

HEY YOU!

Today is going to be the best day of your life!

What I Would Say To My 14 Year Old Self.

My friends had recently been going all the way back on facebook’s timeline to see their very first status’s.

I decided, “what the heck, I’m sure it’s not that weird.” Boy was I wrong…

14 year old me was nuts! She was violent, loud, obsessed with anime’s like Shugo Chara and loved Skye Sweetnam, Aly and Aj, Billy Talent, Panic at the Disco and Paramore. She always wore arm and leg warmer’s, was in love with her sneakers, liked to make up stories about almost anything she could get her hands on, hated herself more than anything on this planet and pasted a smile on that said, “I kick butt.”

Looking back I’m thinking to myself, “How on earth was I that insecure!?”

That 8th grader seemed desperate for someone to notice her.

I’m actually slightly embarrassed by her, but I find her character seem’s to come out on days where I’m reading my old poetry and novels… I can find pieces of her scattered around in the form of words.

She was just looking for a way out of her shell, sick of sitting in the corner, watching the rest of the world have all the fun. She just chose the wrong way to show people who she was, she chose to create herself like a character in a book and suddenly forgot who she was altogether.

If I could say anything to her. If I could travel back in time and meet her on her way to her bus stop one morning or on the hill by the portables at school, I’d tell her this, “life isn’t like writing a book. Ya there are chapters and different character’s you meet, but life isn’t written in pencil. Life’s not a rough draft… it’s the good copy and you need to be careful what you do and say because it can’t be erased.”

Knowing her, she’d probably nod and simply say, “Okay.”

Still I do that. I sit quietly, and listen, and answer with an, “Okay.”

Something’s about me haven’t changed over the last two years. I still love my shoes. I still listen to the same musican’s but if you asked me what my favourite genre of music was I wouldn’t lie and say rock to fit in, I’d probably answer, “I love Celtic.”

If you asked me what show’s I watched, I’d probably say some cartoon. That will probably never change.

If your wondering about my arm and leg warmers, their waiting for the fall and winter, when their supposed to be worn.

And will I paste on a smile that says, “I kick butt?” probably not. I don’t care about looking tough.

Ya I’m still sort of… boyish but I dress up and wear makeup when I want, or just go jeans, baggy t-shirt and a baseball cap when I want.

14 year old me would probably be happy if she realized, people liked her for who SHE was not her character’s.

It’s sad to think of how many time’s I’d go home crying after school because no one actually knew who I was at all. I didn’t understand why I didn’t know how to make friend’s without help from others or why I felt so lonely when I really wasn’t.

If I could just go all the way back to before I moved to this place, I’d tell myself, “don’t judge them when you meet them. Don’t sit around and wait for someone to say hello. Don’t cry because you think no one likes you and please don’t lie about stupid thing’s like your favourite bands or your favourite show (that you never watched), just to get people to like you.”

The one thing that 14 year old me did that I’m actually proud of is screaming, “Shut the **** up!” to my entire grade 8 class during a huge arguement. I’m proud because it was the first time I stood up for myself, using my voice, not someone elses and also it was the first time everyone in my class actually listened to what I had to say and didn’t brush it off. 14 year old me after that day changed… she stopped pretending after that day. She was done. She entered high school and went around trying to find where she really fit in and by grade 10 she found a group that worked… a group she loved and wanted to stay with.

A group of friends who liked her for who SHE was… for who I am now and they alway’s let me know.

🙂

My Very Honest Thought’s on Bill 13.

 

If people have actually read Bill 13 I actually think it’s stupid… it has nothing to do with bullying at all. It’s trying to push people’s morals and values on children at young ages and take religion out of school.
I don’t care if you think this is a “hate” status and I don’t care if you judge me for what I’m saying here.
I’ll accept you as a person a human being but I don’t need to have your beliefs and morals pushed on me.
Honestly… this is just a pathetic way to get people to accept the, “sexuality rainbow.”
Why is it that we are forced to accept everyone else, when they don’t accept people because of their religious backgrounds, where they live, or the colour of their skin?
I know it looks like the people around you accept you for who you are… look guys here’s a little reality check: no one will ever fully accept you.
Doesn’t matter what it is whether you do crazy hair styles, where the colour blue all the time or you only eat meat.
Sorry but this isn’t making equality, it’s just forcing people to “accept” thing’s they wouldn’t allow in their own homes.

 

Today I made this my Facebook status. I don’t care if people get mad at me, you can comment what you want.  I have friends who don’t have the same sexual preferences than me, that hate religion and that are have said pretty bitter stuff to me about being a Christian.

 

You can say that I’m against this bill because I’m religious but you know what, they don’t let us have Bibles at school so trust me I know what it’s like to want to feel “accepted.”

 

I’d like to hear your thoughts. Honestly go ahead and challenge my views because I’m willing to hear what you have to say.

 

Everyone will think their way is right.

Am I correct?

So why not tell me what you honestly think in the back of your mind.

I wont judge you for it.

 

 

What I’ll Do After FFP And What It’s Taught Me.

The Future Form’s Project (FFP) was a wonderful experience.

Learning using digital resources, getting to connect with other students in different classrooms, meeting cool people and of course hearing many different idea’s.

It’s something I wont ever forget.

What puzzles me a little bit, is what I’ll do next year in grade eleven?

persuading teachers to allow technology in class would be my first option but honestly, some people are old-fashioned they like the whole, pen and paper thing.

Which I can totally understand. I guess I’ll be a little sad because this class make life so much easier for me, I can access all my lessons and things from home and I’m able to work on anything, anywhere.  It’s just… so convenient. I don’t see why teachers wouldn’t like their students to have full access to all of their work from home. If I were a teacher and my class could get their work from home or half way across the world, I’d say this to them if they didn’t have something handed in because they were away, “How doe’s being home with a cold for two days stop you from handing something in. I’m sure you were talking to your friends online and watching video’s on YouTube. You had all that time to get it down. It’s not like you were dying.”

Mean yes but it’s true.

What I’ve learned from FFP is that people are actually more likely to share their opinions online than aloud. I personally express myself through my blogs, twitter and other types of social networking because I find it easier to write what I want to say, than say it out for the world to hear. Sadly no matter what you say, how you say it, or where you say it, someone will remember it and it will remain with you forever.

That’s the downside to online learning, if you decide to make a really dopey comment online to someone about their hair than boy are you going to get in trouble.

 

 

Well bye.

Politicial philosophy… Sort of.

Okay… So this blog is about, Politicial philosophy.

I honestly have know idea what to write though… I guess I’d have to say that people want you to believe that you are free but in reality the worlds system has been created to make everyone into slaves, without them being aware of it.

Like really, why do we have to learn all this stuff?

Why do we need to work and use money?

People did fine without it before our time.

Sure having things is nice but really… I think we could survive without it.

The worlds system is a joke.

You might as well start saving for your retirement the day you get your first job because you’ll be working for a long, long time guys.

Hope you feel super happy now that I rained on your parade … Yes that was a pun, cause its raining outside.

Bye.