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Waiting for my iPod
Waiting for my donuts
Waiting for my capuccino
Waiting for my mom
Who's waiting for me

Waiting for my homework
Waiting for school
Waiting for fun
Waiting for my friend
Who's waiting at work

Waiting for myself

So, I tried to write some lyrics for a song and this is what I have. If anyone is interested in using the lyrics for a song and/or adding to them, feel free. Hope you like them.

[V1]
They fell to the ground
Like soldiers in a row
An execution of time
Their blood will turn cold

[V1.5]
They provide the Earth
With safety from harm
But now they are lost
Until their rebirth

[Chorus]
Come home
My dears
There's much to be done
Thoughts left unsaid
Words left unheard

Come home
My dears
Back to your families
They need you
Need you

I'm thinking another verse and a half, then the chorus, a bridge, and then the chorus again. Do what you will. Can't wait to possibly here these lyrics in a podcast!

Where are my thoughts?
Where are my poems?
Where is my creative ability?
Where is my inspiration?

Where is my sanity?

The End.

Sure

You can quit
You can do
Whatever you want
We didn't expect you
To stick with it
All of you
Can quit
You're not
At all
Commited to this
It seems that
I'm the only one
That everyone
Expects to stick around
Which sucks
I don't want
To be the quitter
And even though
You're quiting
No one will see it
Like that
I quit
And I'm not strong enough
To stick with it
I don't have the will
And
Truthfully
No one else would be left
After me

What do you think of them apples?

Boston, Mass.
New England Aquarium's iMax
U2 3D at 8:10 pm

6:00 pm

We're waiting the the lobby
It's two hours before the show
Outside
It's dark and rain pounds into the harbor
I pass the time playing Tetris
While my mom reads besides me

7:20 pm

A line starts to form
We race to get there
Before too many people come

8:00 pm

They let us in
Take our tickets
We get 3D glasses in return
Racing up to the top
We snag two middle seats
I pull out my camera
To snap pictures of us
With the goofy glasses on

Through the previews
We gasp as we're almost sacked
By whale fins and dolphins
That want to kiss us

Finally
The credits start rolling
My heart beats louder
Some girl is running
Her shoes slap on the pavement
The screen fades into

U2

ON STAGE

The tour beings with "Vertigo"
Bono looks up
Directly at me
And reaches his hand out
Like he wants to hold my head
My breath catches
This is unbelievable

I will miss
YWP
I'm going away
For a few days
Cut off
From my poetical
Society

I guess
I'll be
Like Bella
Without Edward
Like Jacob
Without Bella
And like an addict
Without their hit

I'M ADDICTED

I'm getting
A haircut
Today

I'm a little
Worried
This is going
To be a BIG
Difference

If I don't
Like it
I'm a little
Screwed
Pictures are in
Two weeks
Not enough time
To grow it out

And it would
Only get shorter
With another cut

But I need
A change

Hmm...

I find it
Intriguing
That I should be
Reading poetry
And instead
I'm writing it
As if what I have to say
Is more important
Than Virgil's Aeneid
Or more interesting
In the very least

I will agree
With the latter
Although my life
Is nothing
Compared to the adventures
Of Aeneas
Respectively
Yet I would rather read
About someone's views
Someone's incongruous thoughts
And try to figure out
Why humans are so odd
Rather than read about
What someone did
What someone said
What someone heard
Through the third person

I do hope you will
Excuse my vanity
My disregard for
Biographys and the Classics
When there's so much
To be learned from others

Do excuse my insanity

I seem to have lost all interest in this field. I still haven't read/summarized the Aeneid, my interest in studying before school starts again has waned, and I'm no closer to the end of his thesis paper than before school ended. Yes, I seem to have lost all interest - except I'm planning on being a TA this year, I'm still headed for the same major, I've never stopped pouncing at people when they say it's dead, I want to memorize road rage phrases to spit out while driving, and there's no way I've lost interest in becoming the nerdiest Latiner to ever walk America.

There must be something wrong with my head.

As much as I like to please people, especially you, I have no interest in doing the summer homework - sorry.

I don't know why
But suddenly
I'm watching footage
From 9/11
On YouTube

I was 9 years old
We weren't allowed
To go outside
For recess
I was bitching
To my best friend
About it
Something about them
"Taking away our freedom"
In my rebellious stage

I went to daycare
That afternoon
And she sat us down
On her picnic table
And told us
What'd happened

I was worried
First
For my family
They were all that mattered
Right then

She explained
Nobody I knew
Was hurt

When I got home
I think my mom
Was crying
She had the TV on
All night
The footage was everywhere
But I didn't
Want to watch

I didn't care

Everyone was so
Broken up
And I continued on
With my life

And now
Here I am
16 years old
And I'm watching
Footage online
And I'm disgusted
At my younger self

What a crazy world we live in

I thought this entry
Might be meaningful
But it's more me
Looking back
At what a twerp I was

I examine my camera
I've only had it
For half a year

Kodak EasyShare M853

"8.2 mega pixels"
Proudly gleams
In the lower
Left-hand corner

There's nothing too special
About the camera itself
It's what it's been used for
That captivates me

I've shot pictures of:

A snow fall
That will never fall
Exactly the same
Ever again

My cousin's
Second birthday
Where he sang himself
Happy Birthday
Before snorting out
The candles

Christmas with
My best friend
With my mom and dad
The first Christmas dinner
I cooked myself

Random adventures
With unmistakenly_alive12
My best friend
Where we stay up late
Worrying about sounds
In her house
Writing poetry
Gaffawing about idiots
Contemplating the meaning of life

Normal stuff

I've shot pictures of:

There's an empty feeling left from not knowing how to put my emotions into words.