Helping a Good Cause!

Remember that contest on figment? Well, I deleted my entry so, I'm not going to win but some other people that deserve to win are Aea Varfis-van Warmelo, Kara Barbieri, and deepshikha. You think you could heart their entries? Because if so, that would be fantastic.

ADVERTISING MYSELF!

Okay, so I've told you guys about figment.com, right? Right. Well, there's been a contest announced. A really big contest. It's judged by Paulo Coelho (GASP!) and the prize is $1000 and a mention in Paulo Coehlo's blog. Now, we're not allowed to self-promote on the website but off we are. That's why I've come here to my blog which nobody reads. If there's any chance that you have an account, could you heart "Beauty" by Astralhaze "Azzy" Wellington and if you don't, could you make an account on figment.com and heart it?

Poem 11

Still Day #47
I went out today
I went out shirtless
It was brilliant
It was nice to feel the warm sun caressing my skin
It was nice to feel the wind on my chest
It was nice to feel alive
I felt the eyes on me
And I wish I could say I didn't like it
But it's a nice to be noticed for once
Maybe I'll do this more often
Maybe I won't
But today,
Everything felt right

Poem 10

Day #47
It's too long
I missed you

Poem 9

Day #20
I'm far too forgetful
I've been missing writing
But I always forget when there's time

Poem 8

Day #12
I forgot to write
I'm not doing anything important
I haven't been

Poem 7

Day #5
I've started being naked at home
Lots of people do it
I don't know why I never tried
It feels nice
Open and free

Poem 6

Day #4
Where is she?
What do people like her do?
When will I be a "person like her"?
Who are her friends?
Why do I want to know?

Poem 5

Day #3
I wanted to meet her again
So, I called her
She said she couldn't come
So, I did some research
I wanted to know how
I wanted to become one

Poem 4

Still Day #2
She sat there,
Drinking her tea,
And pondering
"I guess it was two years ago.
I don't really remember.
Someone was talking about it.
I'd heard of it
But I didn't know much.
Now look at me."
I looked at her
Her breasts hung were round and heavy
Skin-tanned

She didn't ooze sex-appeal

She was born with breasts

And so was I

Poem 3

Day #2
I'd asked to meet her again
She was admirable
Doing what she did
She walked in confidently
Looking the same as she had the day before
"Nice Shirt" I said repeating what I'd said the day before
"Thanks" She says this time
She sits down and I hand her a mug of tea
"So, what got you interested in nudism?" I asked her
That's what she was
A nudist

Poem 2

Still Day #1
I went up to her
Everyone looked at me funny now too
I guess that's what you get when you stick out too much
I started to talk to her
She was nice
She wasn't the kind of person other people expected
"Nice shirt." I said jokingly
She laughed a little
But she might have thought it was an insult
I reassured her that it wasn't an insult
"Teach me." I asked her.
"There's nothing to learn." She replied.
But there was something to learn
There still is

Poem 1

Day #1
Everyone else saw her too
They looked at her funny
As if she wasn't wanted
As if she was doing something wrong
As if she was if she didn't have a right to do what she was doing
Some people gave her a different kind of look
Mainly guys
But a few women did too
I just saw
Beauty
Pride
and
Acceptance
She had an open-mind
I wanted to get where she was.




There may be some editing to the poem after. This is really just a first draft.

Story in Verse

I'm writing a story in verse and I'm going to post each poem here. It's for a contest. The first one will be posted after this.

I may or may not complain in this post

Actually, I will complain. You can count on me for a few things, complaining and talking about music are two of them.
Here's something I've realized about myself: I've never been happy or sad. I've always been either really depressed or exuberant. I don't really know what that means. What does it mean to you, bloggers?
I read somewhere that if you want to have a popular blog you probably shouldn't complain too much but I don't really care. It's my blog, isn't it? I doubt not complaining will make it anymore popular.
I wrote a bunch of stuff for this blog out on paper but then, I put them in cards and I'm planning to stick them to walls and stuff for something I've started called The Card Project. I think it's pretty interesting so, please check  that link.
I'm currently listening to:

Here's what been bugging me for a bit now. Someone told me I look like Frances Bean Cobain:

 What's bothering is, I don't know if I do. I believe that people never truly know what they look like but it's just weird to get comparison because you start to wonder what other people see.
That was a bad blog entry,
Adelaide

My head is heavy

My head is heavy and it hurts a lot. I have to put my little brother to bed soon. I'm cold. I have crooked teeth. My older brother's loud. But I really don't have that much to complain about. I was born to a perfectly middle-class family and sure, I'm currently stuck in the suburbs but I've had a chance to see the world. I have all these material things in my life. I have ambition. I have brains. I have good taste in music.
Have you ever heard of Regina Spektor? She's a great musician. You should check her out. That's all I have to say.

WHAT?!!

Why are there so many blogs about parenting? Not to be rude but I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOUR CHILD'S FIRST STEPS OR FINGER PAINTING OR THEIR FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL! THERE IS SUCH THING AS A PRIVATE BLOG! Sorry about that parents but I really don't care. You have a life outside that... right? You have a mind outside that... right? Your sole purpose is not to look after you children... is it? If you answered how I expect, then hopefully you realized no one cares about your kids except you and the people you know.
That probably wasn't the best piece of writing you ever read but I was angry... and I didn't edit to give it a gritty feeling (AKA because I'm lazy).

Another quick post

This is another quick post so, I can keep in touch with my lovely blog and followers. There's something wrong with my computer and the computer can't keep up with my typing. Here's what's new in my life: nothing
Nothing ever is but that's okay.
I have to stop telling you about my life pretty soon which is lucky for you because I have nothing to say. I'm going to post a poem, though.
Doll

She jumps up,

So pretty,

So delicate,

I kiss her furry head,

It’s soft on my lips,

Her kitten face swells in my eyes,

She’s a doll,

She looks like she’s back from a kill,

She licks her paws clean,

Tasting the defeat of her victim,

How can such an innocent creature,

Kill so easily?

The music haunts me,

With thoughts of her victim,

Was it quick?

She nibbles on her food,

Forgetting what she had done,

Just minutes before

Hey everybody!

Hey everybody!
Guess who's come back to you?Me (in case that was completely obvious!)! I know that I haven't posted anything really in a long time. I've posted some stories, some music, and some poems but I haven't had an actual blog post and for that, I apologize (or you're welcome?). So, I'm gonna give it a shot.
I'm sick, I have a stuffy nose and a headache... and I'm dizzy. Is anyone else out there sick? It's not-so fun especially since it's the weekend.
I'm still hanging around figment but I'm really hating all the roleplay.
So, exams are starting on Monday and I'm not worried... seriously. I can't wait for time off.
Well, I'm not feeling so great so, I'm going go hang out in front of the computer and stop trying to think.
Bye blog readers!

Stitches

I had a whole blog post planned for today. It wasn't groundbreaking or anything but it was nice to have a plan but I just felt the urge to post something... something I wrote. Something I wrote for something other than this blog. It's a poem that I wrote for a collection of poems called Sky. I'm pretty sure it's not my favourite but I wanted to post it anyways so, here it is:

Stitches

Sewing together the stitches,To become a whole

 If it weren't the night

We would see the hummingbird

Whose wings steadily flap,

In their glorious iridescence;

A reflection of our own surreal glow

But it is the night.

And lost in the velvet

Of the midnight sky,

There is just you and I.

The erratic rhythm

Of our two hearts

Is like the heavy beats

Of the hummingbird's wings.

And as we twist together,

We also fly.

Hayloft- Mother Mother

An interesting song that sounds.... Swedish but it's Canadian.

Pale Blue Eyes

The title and topic of this post is inspired by the Velvet Underground song of the same name but it is not about the Velvet Underground (which is a great song). I'm actually going to be writing about my eyes.
Now, why would anyone write about their eyes? Is it because they're a narcissist? No, I'm not a narcissist. I'm completely full of self-hatred, don't worry. I would write about my eyes because everyone comments on them. I'm serious not a day goes by where I don't get a comment about my eyes.
My eyes are special, I guess. They're pale blue but sometimes they look grey, sometimes they look white, sometimes they look green and someone told me today that my pupils looked blue too.
I don't know what makes them so special, they're just eyes. All eyes are nice. So, what makes one pair better than another?
It's all just a little silly.

My ears hurt

I was listening to some old Animal Collective and it's really good but it hurts my ears:

Dear Blog

Dear Blog,
I'd hate for you to think I'm ignoring you because  really, I'm not. I've just had nothing going on so, I had nothing to write about. I still have nothing to write about except the fact that I have nothing to write about.
I guess I haven't told you about Christmas. I got the new iPod nano and it's really tiny.

See what I mean?

But I really like it even though I was unsure if I would. I got a lot of money to spend on music. Which is amazing.
My life is at a stand still but I go back to school soon... yay! Well, I guess it'll give me something to do.
Figment is dead today, I guess other people got back to school a little sooner.... haha!! Now wait, that means I have no one to talk to. At least on figment.
Well, I have to go.
Bye