For 15 years I have tolerated,
calculated, anticipated, sublimated workplace degradations, derisions,
subversions towards my character,
not today, no more,
yes, my pride has become livid, swollen like a bad bruise on the heart
and I apologize not for my self defense & righteous roil,
I will address you as the mean spirited scoundrels that you are,
no more 'boss - employee' boundry, just one human to another,
No fascade & title to prance behind, no longer above reproach from the lesser,
you are now entering the shock of the 'dead-fall' ,
buck you and your low wages, buck you and your perfect policies,
buck you and your work ethic 'mumbo jumbo',
buck you and the lame insults and false criticisms perpetrated
against my innocence and motivation,
buck you with your attempts to undermine my positive leadership,
buck you and your inconsistent hours
making a God damn yoyo out of me, buck you and your bonuses,
buck you and your preposterous training videos and ridiculous high school uniforms,
buck you and the belittling psychological questionniares connected to your applications,
buck you and your little managerial conclaves
which produce absurd machinations targeting the hourly employees
that make the place profitable,
wipe your cracks with your silly 'write ups' and legal circumspection bull-slit,
I am not your 'bro.' or 'buddy' , and I sure as shout am not your 'honey' ,
not today, not anymore
I will not allow you to treat me as a tool for your benefit,
I will no longer work faster so that you can save money & leave earlier,
you will no longer be permitted to laugh at me without redress,
you are now dealing with a Man, not just another employee number,
don't worry 'boss', I'll continue to work, I'm not gonna 'quit' ,
but I will not work for you, I am going to work with you,
today is a New Day -
J.A.B. Dedicated to all hard working Men and Women -
I do not know?
Slow was the logo he had been wearing since he was born.
Born into a world of poverty and scorn. They look at you funny when your mom is
destroying her fetus and it's not even born yet.
9 months of pain in a bubble of insanity. Slowly fading. She didn't know how much you
were going to be.
So when the day came and she lied down on the table screaming and breathing. Cussing and
fussing. Wondering why she didn't keep her silly legs closed.
But then you come around and your eyes were enough to tame her. No more stripping to make
a dollar, no more crack pipes she wanted to be the perfect mother. She raised you right,
though she made some mistakes she was really trying.
Your first day of school she held your hand and cried because you were becoming such a
She didn't yet know the hardships that were to come. The boat was solid now but the waves
were sure to crash it.
The little boy strutted to school he wanted to make his mother proud but he didn't yet
know he was going to be made a fool.
First day of class and he could barely read. Teacher's crucified him because he didn't
know his ABC's.
From then on he was labeled slow. Got left back in the 3rd grade for him their seemed no
He went from being so determined to blaming his mother, the stress so enormous she
started the pipe again.
The boy couldn't imagine how much he had hurt her. But he knew hurt as well and for now
he felt he deserved to be selfish.
Kids teased him every day, stole his lunch money, called him " slow" and a dummy. He had
no friends and one day he turned to his mother.
He said mom why is that every day I go to school and they tease me and I come home and I
tease you. But you’re silent, you don't ever belittle me. Why is that mommy? He stared at
her with intelligence in his eyes. The mother was silent for a second and then she looked
into her baby's eyes and said " Because to me you are golden and even though they might
not see it I surely know it".The boy looked at his mother and said but how can I be
golden that's not what anyone says they all say that I’m slow.
The mother looked at her son and reached out for his hand and slapped it. Didn’t I tell
you never to listen to what other people say it only matters what you think? What do you
The boy gazed into his mother's eyes and said " I think I’m really bright, if you can see
it and I can see it than that's all I need to know. The mother smiled as he left her that
day the future seemed bright.
This small for his age little boy on his first day of school, with his little dinosaur backpack and new blue jeans and white t shirt. Mama said “Be sure to be careful to not to stain your shirt, especially at lunch cause I know how much you love your ketchup.” He stands with his head towards the ground letting his deep red hair cover his freckled face because he knows a whole new world is at his feet, the first day of many more first days to come for the next 13 years of his school life. He looks out among the many faces in the large, peeling blue paint room and his stomach twists into various size knots. He holds his lunch tray of pizza and milk with shaky hands, almost drops it twice just standing there. The roar of all the students and staff echo off the walls, the security with their walkies and the kids laughing horribly loud make his nerves even more uneasy. He stands slightly slouched and bites on his lower lip, somethings hes done since infancy when he was feeling over whelmed. He doesn't know what to do, or what he is allowed to do. Maybe go out to the play ground and hide in the big yellow tunnel slide or even in a bathroom stale till class started. One side of the cafeteria had larger children, the 5th graders, and the sizes of them decreased as you moved your sight to the right of the room. There was no order to where you had to sit, it was just every grade sort of stayed with each other, the 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th and 5th graders all grouped together, maybe they were afraid to venture out of their safe zones. After 5th grade you go to the bigger school, they call it middle school which is not the scariest cause after that you have high school and everyone says its a nightmare. He looks down at his feet and knows he looks like a fool just standing there for how ever long he has been, which was much to long. He didn't see any of his classmates, maybe there was a special spot just for his grade somewhere that will accept him with open arms . Even if he did he didn't know any of their names and none of them seemed to care for his. They wouldn't play with him at recess or be his partner in gym, nobody even wanted to sit by him at carpet time. They all gave
him the cold shoulder, you could see the sadness on his face every time you had to have a partner for a activity. As if he was about to burst out in heavy tears, his face would get red and he would hold his tummy as if cringing in pain. He is a coward and returns to the class room to eat his now cold food with the teacher and be forever known as the teachers pet, all because the lack of self confidence in that small child in that small moment in time, in the ocean of seats in the room with the peeling paint.
Molested the first fifteen years of my life. My mother remained silent the whole time. As the molesting continued all those years. Forced to live a pretend life all my childhood. Beaten and punished every other day. For no reason other than being a child. After all this I figured I was a unwanted child. My mother couldn't love me abusing me. She brought me fancy expensive clothes every year. To cover up all her verbal, mental, and physical abuse. She tried to hide me from people, family and friends. So that they wouldn't see the embarrassing scars and bruises. Sometimes so bad I couldn't even go to school the next day. Or I would get into fights or act rude to get a suspension notice. That would have allowed my body to heal. One time I even tried to get ex-spelled. However, it didn't work. I only came home to more beatings. Her boyfriend watched and help hold me down on the floor as she would beat, and beat, and beat. Maybe this gave him a idea that it was ok to abuse me. Being that my mother was already doing it. Yeah! From the outside looking in my childhood was perfect. Every child wanted my seat. Name-brand clothes, shoes, computers, and almost every toy in the Jc Penny catalog. From the inside looking out I was screaming to get out. Scared, alone, abused, and still a child. So there was nothing I could do. I had no brothers or sisters at the time. All my family wouldn't believe me.No! Not him they would say, and did say at age fifteen I started getting older, and more developed. I had to put a stop to this. So after talking to some school friends. I decided to talk to my mother about what was going on. So later on that night I called my mother in to talk to her. I had told her what had been going on. while she was a work, and out late shopping. She in return asked me to draw a picture of his *****. As if she didn't believe me on the spot. What! I thought to myself. How could she ask me a thing like that? After one hour she finally called the police. I was brung in also for video questioning. I told them what had been going on in the house while my mother was away. The police in return asked me "what took so long for me to tell" I replied" I was scared, alone, and threatened. I had no one in the house to protect me. From my mothers abusive ways. I thought people would tease me." The next question was to my mother. The police asked "How could you live in the same house, and not know that your child was being raped?" My mother sat quietly and had no answer. So she got charged with neglect. My mother's boyfriend got charged with child molestation, and a few other things. I can't remember them all. After all that I was still scared, but finally free. Free to be a kid again.
Awh, hell the relationship between my mother and I went down the drain. After trial she hated me even more. Every day she was threatening to kick me out of the house. I was only sixteen so she couldn't just kick me out. Yet! She even got so angry at times. She went as far as not letting me communicate with my newborn brother. She even told people to keep him away from me. That hurt me so bad everyday. I prayed to God everyday to soften my mother's heart, but it never happened. When I turned eighteen she finally kicked me out the house for real. With no place to go, no money , and no food to eat. I ended up living with family and friends until she let me back in. I don't know why, but I thought things had changed. About a week after moving she called the police and told them that I was prostituting. Which was a lie. Thank God I didn't spend time in jail. Due to her lies and deceit. I never thought I would have to leave my own mother alone. However, after that incident that was my final decision. Sporadically I call her to hear her voice, and check on my brother. Unfortunately she never answers the phone. Her guilt for abusing me won't let her answer the phone.
I moved to Albany, NY for a fresh start. A new beginning! There I met more friends, moved into a brand new apartment, and fell in love. I wasn't expecting to fall in love, but I did. With a adorable, hot, and sexy Italian guy. For the first time my life was great, and I was happy. I even tried some plus size modeling, nursing, and I started self-publishing my writings. I was accomplishing things that my mother never encouraged me to do.
After about four years I started feeling homesick . So I came back to Virginia. Wow! What destruction was happening. My whole family fell apart. Nothing or nobody were the same. They all became police property. That was a sign to continue to stay away from them. Continue my happy life. Continue self-publishing my stories. Praying to God everyday. that I remain successful. This is a true story. Unfortunately it happened to me. From a mother who brung me in this world. Only to use and abuse me my whole entire childhood. Then pretend that nothings even going on.
A birthday cake sits before me, laughing at me. The candles whisper mean things, they know my thoughts. The ocean of red frosting simmering in the lights above, the little black flowers that everyone has dibs on. So elegantly outlined in more black lace, this cake is not for a funeral, no of course not. It's for me and the year that passed, for the one coming my way at full speed, the year of tears and stress. The year of chores and closed doors. Birthdays were never my strong point, they always make me sweep. Makes me want to just draw the curtains and sleep the day away, but no that would be letting me off the hook. Much too easy, everyone must talk big and do nothing. The sickening smell of plastic and mold radiate from the cake, must of been on clearance from the bakery down the street. They show up at my door bearing a balloon and small bag and this atrocious cake. Mother always said it's not how good the gft is it's the fact they got one. I must smile and hold it all in till they leave but in the meantime blow out these taunting candles and force down the oily sponge. Open the gift, a bag inside a bag, a old plaid, partly fake shiny leather purse that only a five year old diva would love. The leathery fur lining the mouth of this little monster is coming off with every touch, wonder where they got this thing, but you must be nice and give them the meanness only middle school girls can pull of, the meanness with a smile and a dis but thanks all in one. I rather think of anything right now, terrible “gifts” or the fact they showed up without even picking up a phone, anything than standing here with this thing burning on my kitchen counter waiting for the howled song to be over to blow this thing out and get alone again. Go back upstairs to my little nirvana and sleep the rest of this nightmare away. All their four faces glare at me, they know exactly what I’m thinking. One stands with my balloon in her giant hands and bounces it off my head, how I wish I could take the string and strangle her with it but I do a half assed giggle and ignore it, she keeps doing it, finally her mother has the brainpower to yell at her to stop. Even she knows I will attack, don't you think I’m on edge enough as is? I feel like the candle, starting to sweat like hot wax, hands grip the knife mom handed me and can't wait to cut this thing. Big breath, be sure to get them all in one try, pretend to knock ‘em all dead.
Sarah Johnson is, and will always be a cold, heartless murderer. She has no empathy for what she did to both of her own parents, Diane and Alan Johnson. Her friends and family can't even believe that a sweet girl would kill both of her own parents over some guy. They knew that Sarah wasn't supposed to get into this so-called "serious relationship" with this guy named Bruno Santos. The illegal immigrant was three years older than her, especially when he is still known for having a criminal history. It's sad to hear that Mr. and Mrs. Johnson had to die that soon. The entire Johnson family had their lives ahead of them. Sarah Johnson is a heartless liar, an assassin, and on top of all that, she has no soul. The girl was afraid that both of her parents would go to the police and have her so-called "boyfriend" arrested and charged for statutory rape, so Miss Johnson killed them. Now, that was a cowardly move. The reason why Sarah Johnson had killed both of her own parents (mother and father) is because for one, they were going to send him straight to jail for dating a then-sixteen-year-old and they grounded her for life, as in, "indefinitely." Everybody, including her brother, knows that Sarah has no heart and no soul. But in the end, I guess society is better off with Sarah Marie Johnson in prison for the rest of her life. And as far as the citizens of Bellevue, Idaho, her family and her high school friends are concerned, prison is where she belongs. She wasn't abused by both of her parents, but I still can't believe she killed them in cold blood. Now that's what everybody's talking about: a cold, calculates sociopath with no remorse for what she did and had felt no empathy. Sarah Johnson will always be remembered as a bad woman with a selfish ego. And if all types of homicides (matricide, fratricide, and/or parricide) continue to increase, there's no telling what bad thing might happen next.
You give into peer pressure and hesitantly cut class,
So you can smoke cancer sticks and,
Get high in the school bathroom with,
Five other boys that are your so called friends,
A security guard smells the cigarette smoke and,
Chases you out of the bathroom and down the hall,
Everyone gathers at the classroom windows to watch,
As eight more guards join in on the chase,
You run up and down the halls all the way to the eighth floor,
Quickly you hide in a supply closet as the guards turn the corner and run past,
Once the coast is clear you sneak back downstairs to the first floor,
Unwittingly you stop to talk to a girl,
In doing so the guards spot you on the cameras and give chase once again,
Unsuspecting you are rushed at by a guard and tackled,
Soon after all of the other guards pile on top,
All the while the girl you were talking to watches in amazement as you're,
Hauled off in flex cuffs to the principals office,
You sit in silence as the principal yells at you and,
Gives you three weeks of detention,
All the while you never knew that a fellow student recorded the whole ordeal,
And posted it on youtube under the name,
"kid gives school security guards a run for their money"
Which has already been viewed over three million times in the last five minutes,
You don't know it yet but you just went from being a nobody,
To a five star bad boy,
Watch this scene with both eyes and try not to blink C: -->
I stood there... silently
Like a predator near prey
I sneak behind YOU
You weren't even aware of it!! Ha-ha!
I made YOU jump hIgH
Like a startled hare
I chuckle and smile
You know that mischievous smile of mine?
Your reaction was
PRICELESS - you were so upset
But YOU forgave me
Well...I'm flattered. . .
We laugh'd together (just like the good times)
In a chorus - our volume
Picked up extreme sound
Believe me - I could hear our laughter from a mile away!
But I'm glad I did
My best to make you giggle
Wouldn't you agree?
im livin in a world, where all eyes on me.
trying to curve my own route.
but route 66 keeps finding its way to me.
ive been plenty sick, in all the events layed before me.
even when i reflect to my lowest points
i dont regret any of the choices
That I’ve deployed in my era
A lot of it by error, but hey
We live in hell conditions and there ain’t no air condition
Or any guidelines when life throws you in the sidelines
But when hindsight twenty twenty hits
You’ll begin to understand life’s a bunch of equations and you in the mix of it
An you’ll have to think twice, before running into a situation and becoming the best of it
it’s what got me here, it’s what got us here
Ran with my thoughts blazing up to her place and
Guess what happened next
She opened up heaven’s gate
And just before late I slipped out
I’m a Grown ass man
Doin his thing, waitin to blow up like an old land mine
In doin what he drools over
But time after time
Something decides to creep up and cover the light
Lost my way
Then I revoked to ever know, I ever thought that way
But in the in between time, that in the mean time
Spent a lot of time
Gettin pissed off just to medicate and lift off
Don’t need Don Perion to sip off
Already had my way with the bottle
Even thought to get back with the trouble and rejoin the hustle
That’s just what happens to a man who really knows his old ways
Whos tired of making ends meet and ponders getting back to the streets.
Memory sets in and he remembers an O.G. saying
No matter how tall your pockets stand when you ball
Eventually times gonna make you fall
And I as I pull myself together
I don’t wanna end up like the twin towers rubble
I mean no offence to nine eleven but at that time I probably could have used a reverend
But all that’s irrelevant now
because i live with a different perspective now
there you go you made it to the end :-) comment if you like, constructive criticism wanted as well.
They told me from the time I was two
“One day prince charming is coming for you!”
They made me read these inspiring fairy tales
About mermaids, evil step mothers and
servants whose childhoods were unfair,
They told me that even if I was troubled and had to put up with a lot,
That someday my adversaries would have to surrender
to me and scrub my pots,
They told me I wasn’t alone; animals would be my friend
So I tried that, then one night they bit me,
I suffered another tragic end
They said to always be kind-hearted that’s what all man want,
When I got into high school I found out no one wanted to talk to the fat girl in the corner who ate chocolate glazed croissants
They told me to find seven dwarfs, a crew of little people
My school only had four of them
Their names were; scuba, geek freak, muffin top and meatball
In eleventh grade they said, "ask God for a fairy godmother to get a dress for the prom"
I went to a Catholic Church, got one for 75 cents,
with red stripes and one missing arm
They said after graduation the wise thing to do would be to go to college
and Not rush into getting married
So I got knocked up my senior year by the school janitor,
His name is "Prince Larry!"
I dropped out a month before school ended and you’ll never guess where I reside
I am currently employed doing Disney parties, where I get to dress up as all the great characters who told me those fabulous lies.
Got to Love fairy tales…
By: Sabina Nicole
I don't want to spend the rest of my life without a soul mate. I don't want to be single
for the rest of my so-called "miserable life." There's no way that this special someone
could've been taken away by one of the random guys. When I look at every couple I see, it
makes me wish that I had a real girlfriend and a brand new social status. Being single is
like being held back a year in middle school or worse. Being single also stinks. Is there
something I should do to not just end my single life, but ease my pain, as well? I can't
stand being lonely, I can't stand being a dateless loser, and I can't bear to watch these
couples rubbing their love right in my face. It makes me sad and sick just to see it. so
if I don't save myself from a lot of misery and end my life as a single human being, I'm
going to lose it. I love my life, but my loneliness and my pain have got to stop.
Young love has revolutionized the entire centry. It's not justr affecting all teen couples in the
U.S. of A., it's affecting the lives of all teen lovebirds from around the world, including Canada
and France. It seems that both teen lovers (a teen boy and a teen girl) are never going to stop
loving each other, even if they're from different countries. When everyone is looking at both
underage lovebirds holding hands and whatnot, it's like a virtual U.N. of young couples. And
even when they're in either middle school or high school, their love for each other is as the
same as the one in America, which is called "The Land of Opportunity." Sometimes most
relationships among teenagers don't last long, but at least 24 hours, but some of them do last
longer than ever. Or so everyone thinks. Both teen lovebirds are lucky to have each other on
each other's side because without him/her, he/she is nothing. It looks like young love is
growing nationally and globally, even in Africa. Also, these people can either see other in
person, talk on the phone on a Saturday night (which is on the other side of Earth), or whater.
But either way, young love is still young love. And if their parents hadn't met and their children
hadn't met each other from day one, then they never would've fallen in love with each other.
Young love will always live.
Day in and day out, all teenagers are dedicating their love and lives for each other. This
kind of young love have been with all of the young couples since day one. It seems that
these two people have real feelings for each other. No matter what these teen couples are
going through (good or bad), their love for each other will never be destroyed or worse.
Sometimes most relationships in middle school and high school may last within 24 hours,
but some of them will have lasted more than one day. It also seems to everybody that their
first chance of love really won't be the last, especially when their parents (the moms and
the dads) are happy for their teenage offspring. As a matter fact, the parents will have
known what their lives were like when they were teenagers and they had experienced their
first loving relationships with the others. How romantic and lovely were they? And without
love and if there's no trust and honesty among all teenage lovebirds, how are they going
to have real relationships?
The origins of young love is going way back to the early 16th century and it'll stop at
the 1930s, even the Great Depression. This type of young love had been around since the
16th century in England and after the first radio was invented. It seems that when two
young lovebirds (a teen boy-turned elderly man and a teen girl-turned elderly woman) met
while they were in middle school and/or high school, it was love at first sight. And when
two people met before, during, and after the 1700s until the 1930s, it was a life-changing
moment for the then teen lovebirds. All young relationships were way before these people
were born, even me. Everybody knows what their lives were like when they were teenagers
and before they had passed on. Not only is young love an amazing thing, but what all of us
will have learned about serious relationships among all of the then-teenagers back in the
1700s, the 1800, the 1900s, and the 1930s is that they didn't take each other for granted
and stuff. But back in the day, when these people were teenagers, there were no movie
theaters, no malls, or any of that stuff. It looks like that even if they had gone to see
the full moon at night or a functioning or whatever, at least they had a great time. But
now that they're not teenagers anymore, then they'll have to tell their grandchildren,
their great-grandchildren, and their great-great-grandchildren about the day they met and
fell in love. And with that being said, young love is about to bring all would-be couples
together in the future.
Love is in the air for both high school sweethearts (the boyfriends and the girlfriends).
All young relationships have escalated from middle school all the way to high school,
which is called "the final frontier." It seems to everyone that day in and day out after
school is out for the day, these two people still have love for each other. It looks like
that this type of a real relationship will last for a long time, especially when they're
planning on getting married in the near future. Everybody knows that all teen boys and
teen girls are not to go out on dates until the age of sixteen (16), but when it comes to
both teenagers falling in love with each other, they must take their loving relationships
very seriously, that includes not cheating on each other with the other individuals. It
also seems to all of the young lovebirds in high school that day in and day out, week
after week, these words, "I love you," seem to have a lot of affect on all of those
star-crossed lovers in America and around the world. And when it comes to relationships
among teenagers and a lot of dating on Friday nights and Saturday nights, as well, there's
something for all teen couples to do: going out to eat, going to the movies, going to
school dances (including prom), and that kinda stuff. Their parents are still accepting
the fact that their teen sons and teen daughters, who are about to graduate from high
school soon, are in love with each other, and the moms and the dads should know what their
lives were like when they were in high school and had gone out on their first dates. I
find all real relationships very, very interesting. And if all loving relationships
continue to grow and grow before the year 2017, there's no telling what beautiful thing
might happen for all teen lovebirds next. Let's hope their hearts don't get broken.
The city of New York wants to reduce the security guards at their agencies
Penny wise and pound foolish is what they’re coming to be
To try and save less than .05% in a budget that’s in the billions
To put a wrench in the safety and well-being of a city of 10 million
If’s there’re no security officers to watch over the DEP water sheds
What’s to stop terrorists from poisoning the water and thousands being dead?
If there’re no security officers at the DHS shelters
the situation could be dire
As you won’t have enough personnel on hand
to warn the clients when there’s a fire
If there’re no security officers at the Human Resources Administration sites
Who would be there to protect the workforce in the event of a fight?
Penny wise and pound foolish when it comes
to our children’s safety and well being
If there’s no one to adequately clean the schools
a major outbreak we might be seeing
Penny wise and pound foolish in regards to the City’s financial resource
Trying to save a few pennies while pounds of dollars
will be in litigation in the courts
If someone is hurt in a fall it’s the city they will sue
If someone dies in a fire it’s the city they will sue
If a worker is assaulted on the job it’s the city they will sue
So I ask New York City leaders, what are you going to do?
Penny wise and pound foolish when it comes to New Yorker’s safety
It’s time to stop all this nonsense and keep the school cleaners and security
Babies of Beslan............
The darkest day in history,
Brought tears to my eyes.
Many Russians murdered,
In a mass of horrid cries.
Hundreds of innocent people,
Seen fleeing through the streets.
Bodies thrown onto the verge,
In a sea of blood-stained sheets.
So many kept within a school,
Being held against their will.
Suicide bombers with booby traps,
That care not who they kill.
An act by Chechen rebels,
Seeking freedom for their kin.
With scenes of utter carnage,
From those terrorists within.
Seen running through the street.
The Chechen rebels in the school,
Shooting at their feet.
Bombs and bullets filled the air,
As the smoke engulfed the skies.
People running from the school,
With terror stricken eyes.
Such barbaric bloody actions,
Brought death and undue pain.
The heart of the Beslan community,
Won't see their like again.
May the Lord our God watch over you,
May he guide you by his light.
May he hold you in his arms again,
And keep you safe tonight...........
In memory of the children and teachers of the Beslan school massacre.
Young love has revolutionized the 1990s and had brought all of the then-teen boys and the
then-teen girls together. This type of love has been around since the day these two
lovebirds met in middle school or high school, especially when he and she were in the 8th
grade. Young love was so amazing back in the 1990s, including the year 1990, it's like
both young lovers were living in a fairy tale world. It was the time for all of the
then-teen lovebirds to have expressed their real feelings for each other and stuff. Even
when their parents found out that their then-teen sons and their then-teen daughters were
dating, they were either happy about it or not pleased. There were lot of things all of
the then-teen couples have done in reference to dating: they've gone out to eat, they've
gone to the movies, to school dances (including prom), and that's it. What's so great
about young love is when two people are enjoying each other, especially when they're
walking in the park or whatever these two then-teen lovers were doing back in the 90s.
This is starting to look like episodes of "My So-Called Life" and "Degrassi High" and the
1995 film, "Clueless," starring Alicia Silverstone and Donald Faison. What a decade these
tow young lovebirds had. And if true love and young love continue to have plenty of affect
on all of the young lovebirds just like they did with the teen couples back in the 90s,
who knows what great thing might happen?
Both of the young lovebirds who have been dating since middle school and high school will
have finally made it to the altar, and after a long-term engagement. Both lovebirds are
very excited about getting married. First, these two former teenage lovebirds will have
gotten engaged after a guy, who used to be a teen boy asked a woman, who was a teen girl,
to have married him. And before these two make it to the alter, then both young lovebirds
will have to make it throughout the engagement without ever cheating on each other and
stuff. It seems that a young man and a young woman have dreamed that they'd make it to the
wedding of their awesome dreams, which is now called, "the final frontier;" a famous quote
from "Star Trek." It also seems that once these two lovebirds have tied the knot after
saying the words, "I do," there's no turning back. There's also no way out of the
marriage, unless it ends in a divorce. This fairy tale story now has a happy romantic
ending for this loving couple who met in elementary school, middle school, and/or high
school, and pretty soon, there's going to be a happy ending for all would-be young
lovebirds, too. Everybody's talking about getting married since the day they started going
to school, especially what their dream weddings will have looked like. I find this type of
love very interesting. On top of that and as for this loving married couple who were once
teenagers when they fell in love with each other, they're going to tell each other three
words: "I love you." It also looks like that day in and day out, week after week, and
every day for the rest of their lives, they're going to stand by each other until the day
they pass on. It's just like the saying goes, "love conquers all," which means that all
marital relationships will never be broken. And if this type of love keeps growing and
growing and this ends up in marriage in the near future, these two love birds (a man and a
woman), their friends, and their family members will be ready for it. they'll all be ready
for the future of all lovebirds.
Unbearable thoughts barreling through my head
Decaying in this silent chamber...
Where I desperately cry for help
Words come out useless...I have no capability to yelp
They haven't collapsed in the hands of the unforgiving jail-keeper
This pain grows in my bones...making me weaker
No one bothers to consider me
Circulated by envious glory
That snicker at my carrion body as it drops in dripping failures
Dragged by the sickening thought of living with jailers
As if i had no outlook to life...
I'm still placed in this cold-heartened chamber
Because I'm drenched in silence...
haunted by the deafening atmosphere
sensing a load of terrorized fear
Shame embraced me, never leaving my presence
Cautious of the hovering thoughts,
transforming itself into my dreadful, panicky past
This hopelessness doesn't seem to matter
In this chamber of deceitfulness
This silent chamber will shatter
For now, I'll abide in this loathsome,
Until God, My Savior, will shatter this wretched place
A little boy and an ant became great friends one day.
But how to live drew them apart, and this is how they ran astray:
In the Ant’s heart was strict authority and constant work each day.
Why wasn’t the boy following someone, collecting for the food array?
The ant would always build everything in exactly the same proven way.
The anthill was underground and protected them perfectly every day.
Not adding to the hive was a crime, no one would ever think to display.
He knew every thing would be perfect, if everyone did their job and obeyed.
But the boy wanted to build bridges and trestles, just like his Dad, each day.
All of them out in the open, none of them under ground or hidden away.
And inventiveness came with the notice, of new and exciting things in daily play.
His life was really cool, not boring, as standing in a line would convey.
He’d invent, and ponder, and build in exciting, new ways, to fit each new byway.
Quick minded, and resilient he’d build, many fascinating and unique causeways.
The boy and the ant eventually went away, not happy with how the other lived.
They thought the other shortsighted and scorned, at what the other could give.
But they went away without realizing, how very similar were their lives.
For each would spend their time endeavoring to help others with their drive.
But understanding is a harder concept than building a bridge or storing food.
It takes a true gift to see the world as others do…
The moral to this story is really quite easy for all to see…
You can’t expect others to live their lives the way you want them to be.
Here, each was adding to their different world, only they could see.
While one was building for a smaller, singular hive…
The other was building for the hive of mankind.
Young love had finally made its way back into the 1980s and all of those teenage lovebirds
back in the 80s were so "totally gnarly." The 80s was when MTV made its TV channel debut,
the first cell phone was invented, and when a lot of people were born in that decade, that
had included Julia Stiles (born in 1981), Michael Cera (born in 1988), and even me (also
born in 1988). Also, the 80s were the times when hip-hop music and the break-dancing scene
were born, especially when the TV show, “Yo! MTV Raps” was on TV. It seems that young love
among the then-teen lovebirds ( teen boys and teen girls) had been in their lives since
the day they met at summer camp, middle school or high school. And when a teen boy and a
teen girl fell in love with each other the day they met, they knew it was love at first
sight. There were a lot of awesome things those teenage lovebirds have done back in the
1980s: they went to the movies, had gone out to eat, they had gone to the school dances
(including prom back in 1984), and stuff. Their outfits back in the 80s were “totally
tubular,” especially when all teen boys and teen girls were wearing their Converse shoes
and their Nike Air Sneakers. The 1980s were the best of times for all of the then-teenage
lovebirds and their parents. These people were young and in love, especially when they
were the ages between 13 and 17. And what their favorite love songs of the 1980s were
“Time After Time” by Cyndi Lauper, “Material Girl” by Madonna, “Never Gonna Give You Up”
by Rick Astley, and other love songs that were heard back in the 1980s, especially the
year 1987. This type of young love has brought the best in all of the young couples. In
reference to young love among all of the then-teen couples, it’s like living in this “when
doves cry” moment. All young relationships are just like the ones these people have seen
in all movies from the 1980s, like “Dirty Dancing,” “Pretty In Pink,” “Can’t Buy Me Love,”
and “The Breakfast Club.” And if young love were to revisit the 1980s and bring it back
to the future, young love will be indestructible forever.
Once again, love has conquered the lives of all former high school lovebirds. It looks
like that day in and day out, week after week, even in college, both lovers (a young man
and a young woman) still have feelings for each other. All relationships have now
escalated from high school all the way to college/the university. It seems to everybody
that when one college student falls in love with another college student, it's like love
at first sight for them. And when it comes to serious relationships among young men and
women in college, they must take those types of relationships very seriously, which means
they best not cheat on each other with other people, even if they're as attractive as the
others. For all college sweethearts, there's a lot of things they can do if they're not
studying for big time exams: there's the movies they can go to, two people can go to the
mall, going out to eat, and stuff. Sometimes most relationships don't last longer, even in
college, but some of them do, eve after college graduation. How amazing is that? and to
make things very interesting, everybody thinks that these two young lovebirds (a man and a
woman) can make it all the way to the altar, especially when their parents think and know
that their offspring will spend the rest of their happy lives with each other. and if
there's going to be another generation of young lovebirds that are in college and all
loving relationships continue to increase, even before the year 2025, then it'll be all
thanks to fate and to God.
‘ Lord Alfred Tennyson … ’ (Classical-Tribute) 62nd Senryu
‘ The Charge Of The Light Brigade ’
Salutes … Six-Hundred
The 1970s were the grooviest years for all of the teenage lovebirds-turned-married adults.
Young love has still been among all of the then-teen couples since the day disco music was
born. It seems that when two young people (a teen boy-turned-man and a teen
girl-turned-grown woman) first met while attending at summer camp, they were meant to have
been together. And when they met back in either middle school or high school, it was love
at first sight for them. Back in the 1970s, including the year 1975, all teen lovebirds
had gone to the movies at various movie theaters, listened to a lot of music (pop, rock
and roll, rhythm and blues, and disco) gone out to eat, that kinda stuff. Their outfits
were very awesome back in the day, especially when the young boys-turned-men and the young
girls-turned-women had afros and had been wearing bell-bottoms and stuff. What was so
great about young love back in the 1970s was when these two young lovers had always been
serious with each other, especially when they had made a promise not to have ever cheated
on each other with other people, even if this guy was as attractive as he was and this
girl was also as attractive as she was. It looks like love has never taken its tolls on
everyone, not even their mothers and their fathers. This is starting to look like an
episode of "Happy Days," which was a great TV show with Henry Winkler. That was very
interesting. And even when all of the then-teenage lovebirds were still together, all teen
idols were in the Hollywood, California, scene, that included Erin Murphy, Donny Osmond,
and Melissa Sue
Anderson. Young love back in the 1970s was also when "The Brady Bunch" was on the air. And
if this type of young love keeps growing and growing, even before the 22nd century,
there's no telling what beautiful thing might happen next.
It looks like all of the elderly couples have been in love with each other since they were
real-life teenagers, even before the ones who were born in the 1980s existed, even me.
This type of teenage love has been around all of the elderly men and women who were young
since the 1950s, the 1960s and the 1970s. It seems to everyone that no matter how old
these two lovebirds get, they still have plenty of love for each other. Back in the day,
before the cell phone was invented, MTV made its cable debut, and before the Internet,
there was a lot of things all teenage love birds have done back in the 1950s to the 1970s:
they went to a drive-in movie to see one of their favorite films, they had gone to the
diner to eat hamburgers and fries, there were school dances, that kinda stuff. And before
the high definition television sets were introduced, all teen guys took their teen
girlfriends to see the full moon back in the 1950s and the 1960s, including 1955 and 1964.
That's a date they'll never forget. Teenagers back in the 1950s, the 1960s, and the 1970s
have had a great time, especially when they fell in love back in either middle school or
high school. This is the kind of stuff they should talk to their grandchildren about it,
especially how they met and how they really did fall in love. It also seems that it has
been years and years since all relationships have began to build between the then-two
young lovebirds (a teen boy-turned elderly man and a teen girl-turned elderly woman). How
interesting was that? Well, it looks like another generation of young love will take over
the lives of all young lovebirds of today and take over where their grandparents, who were
teenagers back in the time, have left off. And if this kind of young love keeps increasing
before the year 2025, there's no telling what great thing might happen next.
Teen boys are always getting teen girls pregnant, but older men, impregnating underage girls? When will teen pregnancy stop? It seems that these underage girls have been seeing these men in their 20s or 30s behind the backs of their moms and/or dads. And the next thing everybody knows, one day later, those teen girls, they will have wounded up getting pregnant in an instant. No matter what the parents do to prevent their teen daughters from ever becoming mothers at an early age, let alone 15, no matter how hard they try, they just won't listen. And no matter what the moms and/or the dads will have done by showing their teen daughters the dangers of teen parenting, they still won't listen. These older men have always been messing around with the underage girls (ages 14, 15, 16, and/or 17) and are always getting getting them pregnant. What's so cold about it is that their parents will have been seriously upset about the fact that these grown men have robbed those teen girls of their innocence and their futures. And instead of teen girls going to college to become, teachers, lawyers, and/or doctors, because of these grown men, those teen girls will have been forced to have dropped out of high school to take care of their kids. See, there's a problem with those underage girls: they just can't concentrate on their education, thereby getting their high school diplomas and/or college degrees. The girls really should've waited until after they'd gotten married to guys their age and then have kids. And if these men in their 20s, 30s, or 40s weren't going to take care of their kids that the young mothers have given birth to because those sexist, womanizing Neanderthals who've gotten them pregnant to begin with, they should've used condoms and/or left those teen girls alone. As a matter fact, these grown men should've gotten arrested for impregnating teen girls by way of statutory rape. What's with these young teen girls, always falling for guys twice or three times their age, knowing they should date guys their age. Why must these grown men always wanting to get those underage girls pregnant at an early age, let along 15? I mean, who does that. It's just way, way, way too much for their parents (the moms and/or the dads) to handle. And if this type of teen pregnancy continues to expand by the year 2016 and these adult men continue to rob those teen girls of their futures, their so-called "childhood," and their innocence, their parents, they're doomed. This ends now!
I do not know?
Sixteen - A time where innocence shouldn't exist
Parties, dancing, drinks and drama
Devil horns and feathered wings
Sleepless nights, Lazy afternoons
Greasy caf lunches
Learning how to grow up
without changing for anyone but yourself
Sixteen - A canvas of neon colours
Birthday Parties and Campfires
Favourite Songs and the brilliance of Vampires
Waking up to a brand new day
Taking in the beauty of the little things
Crying so hard you think you could drown
Sixteen - A year of firsts
The first time you locked onto his sweet brown eyes
The first time your heart beat so fast it hurt
Your first Valentine
The first time you told somebody you loved them
The first time you felt your heart break
The first moment you realize you'd die for someone
Sixteen - A time for mistakes
You finally let yourself believe he was all you ever needed
The people you can't trust
Not following your heart
Losing your best friend
and so much more..
Sixteen - A year to admit who you are
Learning that family is more than the people you are related to
Laughing too loud at 4 a.m
Home made t-shirts
Drinking games late at night
Sixteen - The last time you feel prepared
Wasting days wishing everything could change
Seeing yourself in the mirror and not knowing who was looking back
and Final Exams
Sixteen - Welcome to all your new beginnings
The 3 girls that never let your happiness escape you
Forgetting the boys that have forgotten you
Finally talking to that special someone
Weekend Girls nights
Hook-ups and heartaches
Saturday morning head rushes
Dancing & singing without a care in the world
Sixteen - A year to look back on
Believing in lies that are too serious to forget
Taking back the people you should have left behind
Waking up and knowing who you love
Fighting for what you want
Running in the rain
Screaming at the top of your lungs
Crying in pain
Pushing the people that hurt you aside
Allowing yourself to change...
I do not know?
My name is little Jonathan, I am old 4 years old
My daddy never loved me; my mummy’s hugs are cold
My sister is always screaming, she sometimes don’t come home
When mummy and daddy both go out, I’m left here on my own
My name is little Jonathan, I’m 7 years old today
My skin has purple blotches, that won’t go away
Daddy is always angry; he comes home late at night
I hear mummy and daddy rowing, that then turns to a fight
My name is little Jonathan and now I’m almost eight
My body is so scrawny, because I haven’t ate
The kids at school make fun of me, because of my dirty clothes
I’m use to taking the punches now; I’m use to blocking the blows
My name is little Jonathan, and soon I will be nine
A lady came to my school one day and said it will be fine
I do not live with mummy now, I live with someone new
I have some really lovely clothes, my body’s better too
I’m told what mummy and daddy done, was wrong, Thiers no excuse
A child cannot defend themselves, defend themself from child abuse
I do not know?
Time crawls by, as if determined to torture me in this state. Why won’t it go by faster? I want to get away from here. Away from this world.
Have you ever had the strong desire to just…go outside at midnight, and walk around? Happens to me all the time. Night is my favourite time. I can actually think when it’s dark. My thoughts aren’t jumbled up, they're actually faster.
Life…can be annoying. So many people to make fun of you. Even if they don’t say it out loud. Just the way they act or look at you. It hurts. I’ve been bullied since I was in 5th grade. Picked on, shoved, and made fun of. You know what? LOOK AT ME NOW. All that bullying, the constant attacks on my already fragile esteem, look at who it’s made me. Emotional, likeable, versatile and dynamic. Without all of that, I wouldn’t be who I am. So thank you. You’ve effectively made a guy who HAS A HEART AND SOUL.
But who knows what’s going on with me? Over the years it’s added up. Now for unapparent reasons at random times I get SO depressed that I don’t want to be ‘here’ anymore. I just want to move on, get out of this life. Start a new one…you thought I was talking about killing myself? No. I’m not like that. Anymore. At least I think I’m not…
What I REALLY hate is being called ‘emo.’ My sister calls me Goth. She doesn’t even know what that means! Anyway, emo. WHY?! Do I look emo to you?! Maybe I do. And you know how many people look at me as if they're thinking “oh, he’s emo. He cuts himself and cries because he’s a wimp.” Well guess what? THAT’S NOT WHAT EMO IS. Emo=Emotional. Yes, if you were wondering, I am emotional. And yes, I do get depressed a lot. And I like emo music (its good music, wtf?) But I don’t like to be called emo, or scene, or Goth, or whatever. I may not show it, and I may agree with you on it when you call me it, but it pisses me off. Big time.
I once took a personality test. Out of 100, I got an 70 in the emotional category. The average for a 15 year old guy like me is 50. Give or take 5. I also got an 82 in the creativity/intuitive category, and I'm 82% introverted. And 77% Perceiving instead of judging.
So please don’t call me emo. Because I really am “emo.” But I don’t like to be called it. People always think I'm weird when they hear that pertaining to me. And it hurts. So Don’t. Do. It.