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The real me is not me

This is where you'll find me....
In a corner all alone
This is where you'll find me....
Most likely at home
This is where you'll find me....
I won't be on the phone
So this is where you'll find me....
Isolated from my friends thanks to you
We'll never know if I'll get better again
Who knows if you'll ever get to
See the real me ever again.

Underneath the Keys and Deep into the Frame

All I wana do is play
Play like a true musician
Play like I have all the time in the world
Oh, what I would give to be able to play like
I've been doing so my every day of my short life

I have the instrument
I have the fingers to play
I have the knowledge to learn
But I just don’t have the patience to wait
I have this story I want to share
I have it all down in my head
I want you to hear this
I want you to feel it
I want you to experience this as I tell it
But words can't explain it
Words can't be used to tell this story I am desperately trying to get out
I have to play this story
But when I used those fingers
To strike those keys
The sound that comes out
That sound, it's not me
That sound you hear it's not my story
That sound that you hear has no rhythm
That sound, it doesn't have the beat

That sound is a sound that no one can listen to,
For more than a few seconds
It's just monotonous
That sound is not my story…..

Hammers and Strings for the Key Frame

It’s just the hammers and strings
In this old piano that seem to
help get these hearts beating faster and faster
And I just won’t let these
High hopes down by letting the music
From the this wooden frame
Be what I read off these sheets filled with
All these musical notes, no I won’t let
This be just what my eyes see
Because when I play,
This piano here becomes me
Me singing the tunes of my heart,
Singing what no one appears to see
It’s not just what you teach me
It is what I and only I can see
Deep, deep in the depths of my soul
This music is what fills the hole in me
This music is what manages to help my heart continue to beat
The higher the key, the higher the hopes
And the faster this new heart beats, the faster these play

Some call what I have “a music makers dream”
Some call it “pure talent”
Others call it having “hours and hours worth of practice”
I say call it whatever you want to call it
But to me what I see is a musical object telling
My whole life story and what will become of me,
In just a few keys
Just a few strikes to those black and white keys
Is all I need to play what’s inside me

Just a few hammers and strings that have been
Following me around
From the beginning
They were there with me.

On My Back Again

On My Back Again
Here I Am
Take A Good Look
If you say that what you see makes you happy
Then I’m not the only one lying
What is a fantasy to you
Will be reality to me
You can say that it is impossible
But I can say I have already accomplished
What you thought cold never be done

Why is it that you think so low of me
Why is it that you can’t see the good in what I do
If I told you I do it for you, would that change the way you think?
Would it make you except me?

There you go with another blow
Now here I am on my back again
I have no interest in the things you said
Just like the world I see today, your actions make me sick
When you thought you were slick
Now look at this
Now nothing can be fixed

You wonder why I never try to talk with you
You wonder why I’m always down
You think it’s just one of my friends
But it is you
It is you who tries to bend and break me
It is you who makes me this way
It is only you who never seems to go away
So why can’t you see I never wanted to have you help me
I never wanted you around because you only make me frown
You only put me down on my back again and again
So here I am on my back looking up so high towards the night sky
Thinking of how you won’t see me tonight
Though you look up for me thinking that I’m there
But You won’t find me I’ll be somewhere, but that’s not there
When you think of what you did and you hope to it was worth it
You thought you were in control?
No, no, no you know it always be just me.

The Ghost You Used to Know

You always say if love were a whisper,
What could you give me to speak?
I say “nothing” yet you still can’t
See that you’re everything I need

So forgive me I apologize to you
But still there’s nothing I can do
To change your mind
If I could I’d take all my days back
To change what I did
But it’s just all this wonder
That caused something so tragic…
And caused all the wonder to be over and gone.

The Perfect Screw Up

Oh crap!
What was I thinking?
You told me no
But the temptations told me yes
It is times like these
Where I hope you can see
Through the smoke of
My imperfections into my soul
And my heart where I
No longer have control

Don’t let me drown in guilt
I said sorry many times
Before I know but this
Is different, I’m screwing things
Up and now we’re headed for the worst
But in every dark cloud there’s a
Silver lining, I know

Your Big Words Make my Brain Hurt

It was 5 AM when my alarm went off
I tumble out of bed and hop into the
Car I'm off to school when my cell phone rings
Its u of course in a jolly mood you say hey
I say hi
You start off all the things I do wrong
With your big words oh so very precise
About how I didn't sweep one spot on the floor
Or about how careless I was to leave a smudge on the glass kitchen table
And you go on about how "asinine" it was of me to do that

I try to keep my head up and carry on through the day with a
Smile on my face,
"be strong like everyone knows you to be no one can weaken u but yourself so fight that temptation of
dropping and stay standing to the heights you're at cause it's what makes u who you are. " were the
wise word from a decent friend, as I tried to make it through the week but at this age it can be
Challenging, the age where parents find it's the best age to yell and yap at you
Little do they know your hearing what they're say but not truly listening
But why listen if you're not going to have any input in the end
Oh how I can't stand to here you complain and mumble on about
How bad your life is because your kid slacks off when it comes down to the
Little things like cleaning, or missing a day of work to catch up on more important
Things…..well I know where I'm going with this I guess I just don't know how to end it
So what I'm really trying to say is sometimes the best thing to do is to lay off
Give a person some space to breath let people make mistakes so they can learn
From them although it’s hard because you might love that person a lot,
The best thing to do is let them grow from the knowledge that
They learned from themselves, so what I'm trying to say is nothing
About cleaning too much or taking off a day off work
It's about freedom for young adults
What are you teaching us if you're always nagging about things
That are less important than finishing school work?
What are you teaching us when you yell and start arguments?
Nothing
You are just wasting your own breath and time
So stop bickering at us and let us make idiotic mistakes
Because 70% of the time we will learn from them.

Playlist Mix: Punk Rock Songs

These are different lryics form different songs put together to make a poem, I'm not so sure if it makes sense but if it does then I'll try put together some songs from some of my other music playlist. So give me some feedback and be honest, if it makes sense great, but if it doesn't Please tell me:

I confess, I messed up
dropping "I'm sorry" like you're still around
But
We've both lost our minds and they're nowhere to be found
So if you wear me like a locket around your throat
I'll weigh you down, I'll watch you choke
you look so good in blue, you look so good in blue
And
If you are the shores I am the wave begging for big moons
I will not doubt you with the passing of time
But if you have a minute, why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go somewhere only we know?

Lady

Lady there's this lady she's going crazy
So I ran but she just followed I ran faster but
It made no difference
Lady tell me lately why
Things have been so out of
Place
Lady there still might be something there to make sense of this mess
Of a world we live in
Lady could this be it or is it the beginning
Or lady could it be both?
Lady is this the end of the world and the beginning of a long life for our souls
In a place we call heaven?
Lady is this it?
Lady I guess we shall find out.

Picture This

This world is picture perfect to you
But it has that affect on many
To me, well it's just acid on the outside
It's not too bad but I think the inside would be
More peaceful then what I see everyday
People are killed not by natural causes
But by others who murder for no reason
Who get behind the wheel of a car
When intoxicated and who harass others to the point where
They feel that there is no reason they should
Walk this Earth another day so what do they do?
They cancel out yet another person
Another person that will never be seen living again
Another person lost
Another family that will have to live without seeing the one they love
Grow to be successful
Another depressed human being
Another suicidal person
This chain-reaction will never
Stop until you stop
Until you see what you're doing wrong
Until you open your eyes and face the people
You've hurt and beg for their forgiveness
And even when they do forgive you
You'll be the one who has to look in the
Mirror everyday and live knowing that you have
Killed yet another human
So how do you prevent this from happening?
You think twice before you decide to
Say or do something that could possibly hurt someone
You think twice before you decide to "joke around" with a person you hardly know
You think twice about everything that could possibly go wrong because of one little thing you did
You think twice about all those things before you become yet another bully in this world
And maybe this world won't be perfect but another step closer to becoming just that.

Deffinately Maybe

The clock ticks down
Do I run like a coward
Or do I stay and face this with some courage?
Courage
That I don’t seem to have
Courage
The reason why people live in fear because of the
Courage
That they don't have
So they sit and watch as their life
Goes past like a speeding car

And so now it is clear that
This life of mine is confusing
This life of mine…
Is wrong in a way
But right in another
In this life of mine I hide the
Feelings keeping them in
Like a trapped wild animal
I am petrified and anxious to escape
Like a beast my mood swings are
Contagious and unexpected
Like the wind I want to be….
Free
But as you can see I am far from it
Although, they say this country is free
Do they not understand what it means?
If this life is free then we would not be judged by the color of our skin
If this was free land I'd be able to hold it in the palm of my hand
If this were free they would not care that there is a you and me
So finally you see this land that I see has never been free to you or me

Watching From the Sidelines Isn't Always So Bad

Why should I have to fight a fight ?
A fight that's not mine? You seem to
Not have a reason for this battle,
When Rock, Paper, Scissors couldn't
Work it out now you move on to plan B,
Which is me, but why pull me
Into this mess if you didn't
Want me from the start.

You didn't want me, when I cared
My opinion didn't seem to matter then
And neither did my presence,
Now you want me not need me
At least that's what I assume
But you say that you need me
Too bad I can’t really care at the moment
I can see now that watching from
The sidelines isn't all that bad
When it comes down to you…well…
It was only failure from the start.

Why Criticize My Thoughts, When Yours are Worst?

When I seek for something it's
Usually hard to find,
For some reason everyone
Says I'm wasting my
Time but time is mine
So I block out their
Opinions because only
Mine counts and as I
Close my eyes and open
My mind I find you, and
That feeling that I get
Whenever you're around
Comes back, that feeling
That you're mine that
Feeling that I get
Oh,the feeling that words
Just cannot define
And it is then that
I know I have found
What I had once sought.

Falling Isn't a Plan it Just Happens

I had a master plan, you had a plan
That was grand and we thought we
Were going somewhere, but
Somewhere got too far now look
Where we are, now look where we
Fall.
Like leaves off a tree we fall
Hopelessly but hold on tight to the
Last thing we’ve got, so I hold on to you
And you hold on to me and…CRASH!
We have fallen helplessly and our
Bones shatter and our heart beats stop
But our souls, they remain together.

Celtics @ Portland Update

I have no idea what to say about this game except one word AMAZING! Kevin Garnett and Rajon Rondo definitely showed up in tonight’s game. I love the telepathic bond between the two the alley oop in the second was my favorite part of the game. Who would have ever seen that coming! So that was the highlight of the game for me but I have a down side too, the turn over at the end of the third; I mean is there something we don’t know here? Is Scalabrine secretly teaming up with the Blazers? If so that pass said it all! SCALABRINE WHERE’S YOUR HEAD AT! IF THERE’S 4.6 SECONDS LEFT IN THE THIRD QUARTER common sense says...DON’T PASS THE BALL RIGHT TO THE OPPOSITE TEAM!!!!!
Other than that little mistake or whatever Scalabrine wants to call it, I have to say when it was time for K.G. and Rondo to have their break, The Beast was unleashed! Ray Allen came right out of his cave and straight into the fourth, standing tall and strong on defense setting his team up with some assists and doing what he does best knocking down three’s. Let’s not forget Big Baby also known as Glen Davis, spectacular job on D-Fense, taking the two charges in a row like it was nothing. In the ened I was very proud of my team I knew they would pull through, I loved the game it was a great match up with Celtics and Portland Trail Blazers, I would watch them battle against each other again any time. Way to go Celtics awesome game way to win 96-76 Congrats!

Harrison Bergeron

No or Yes? Which is the better word? The world will never know, but when you look at all the “no” reasons in life and all the “yes” reasons in life the truth is you can’t live without either one of them. Just like you can’t live without “yes” or “no”, you can’t live without being absolutely different than everyone else because there’s always something that you were born to do and be amazing when you do it. How would the world be if no one was allowed to have a special talent? There would be no sports, no T.V. cooking shows, no doctors; or maybe there could be all that. Maybe instead the whole world could just have an ear piece so that every time they think an intelligent thought, a loud disturbing sound would ring through their head and their thought would be lost in the wind. In the mysterious year of 2081 this is exactly what happened in the story Harrison Bergeron by Kurt Vonnegut Jr.

In this story every person is staring in the face of their independence's extinction. Their personality is practically gone; all their courage to stand up for themselves is gone. These people have given up hope of making it through the hard times. That is all but one. Harrison Bergeron is the Einstein that makes all the people in the world look as dumb as the Three Stooges, but that has never been the 14 year old boy’s perspective at all. Harrison is a young Martin Luther King; he knows he has the power to rule the world and be their “leader” and in the story at one time Harrison has that power, he shows the people that they can be good at something and not be punished for having that talent.

Just like some of the leaders in history Harrison is trying so hard to make a change and no one is there to support him. Harrison relives the life of a young Martin and fights until death for his rights. At a point in the story he seemed like he had control but then things turned sour and he had too much power, demanding the people to play music for him. When he does that it relates to parents when they always say “I only do it because I love you.” Harrison wants to see the people have their freedom and that’s why he gets so angry that he grabs the musicians and tells them exactly how he wants them to play.

Every person in that community is so brainwashed that the reader starts to wonder how did this happen and how can someone not be struck with sorrow, when seeing their own child be shot and killed on television? Who would have thought that someone could forget so quickly that their own kid is dead, but what makes it even worse is that when Harrison’s parents see him on T.V. being tortured they just sit back and watch. To cry as you watch your own son being killed is normal but to forget why you were crying two seconds later is the craziest thing ever! When someone notices that you’ve been crying and they ask why, all you can’t say is “I forget.” All you can say is that it was just “something real sad on T.V.” What would you expect that person to say? Well maybe they would say “oh I see” then try to comfort you but instead they’ll just tell you to “forget the sad things.” And your only reply is “I always do.”

In the end Harrison didn’t make a difference because he didn’t have enough time. People were so obnoxiously rude to have everyone in the WHOLE ENTIRE world wear sand bags around their necks, arms, and legs. Who did they think they were to try and make a whole nation equal? No one is or ever will be perfect, when you think about it when it comes down to humans, using the word perfect to describe them is like saying that a dog will always be a cat. The author of this story did a phenomenal job at making the reader see that you have to try and see past people's outer appearance and look more towards the inside or else you can be easily fooled just like the whole world was fooled by one person that thought the world could all be his perfect nation that he created. Though when he sees the truth he will know that it was him who changed the world into a living hell.

Girl

As the day grows longer you haven’t sat down for two seconds all day. Every time you finish a task for your boss there’s another thing he has to complain about. After the work day is over and you go home, your exhausted so you go up stairs to lay in your bed and as you lie there you start to think about the dreams that you’ve always had since you were little. All that could have come true but instead your life is being ruled by idiots telling you what to do from their experiences, but where will that actually get you in life? How far will other peoples knowledge get you to be where you want to be? Well just so to answer that question for you so you don’t have to think too hard; other people's suggestions won’t get you far at all because no one will stand by your side and hold your hand forever you have to do what you think is right if not then you will just be someone else’s little mannequin until you die.

In the short story “Girl” by Jamaica Kincaid, a woman is a slave in her own world being called brutal names and being labeled as things that no girl would want to be called. Nowhere in the story does the author say that she depends on those people whom are bossing her but yet she still listens to them, which isn’t really wrong so the karma just comes right back to her in the end. The reason for this is because the girl only stands up for herself once throughout the whole story, and by then it is too late. She has already lost her battle and now it’s just her against the world she has no one to depend on.
The girl in this story reminds me of a kid whose parents are constantly telling them to clean their room but kid never cleans their room yet they do everything else that their told to do. Since the kid is always procrastinating when it comes to cleaning their room, he is clamoring to get everything done when a very important guest arrives. The kid has to think fast and in the end nothing turns out to be as he expected. For the girl this is practically the same problem but a lot worst because at the end of the story is finally when all the “What if?” questions start to come to her.

In the end the girl learned her lesson a little bit too late, but that’s what makes the whole short story an incredible piece of work. The author really expresses her feelings throughout the story and finishes strong with a sentence that leaves you thinking “but what if the baker won’t let me feel the bread?; you mean to say that after all you are really going to be the kind of woman who the baker won’t let near the bread?”the ending teaches the reader to avoid being bossed around in life or else all of the “what if’s” are going to come back to haunt you later on.

Celtics Game

No need to fear K.G., Ray, and P.Paul are here!…well not exactly; in tonights game they didn’t get off to a hot start neither did they finish hard in the end, I’ll admit the game was horrible I mean c’mon Celtics I’ve seen you take down Kobe and the Lakers with no problem. There’s just no excuse for this if you look at the scores they only had the lead once in the entire game, first quarter 23-22 Atlanta, which wasn’t too bad. The second quarter the Hawks scored 30, Boston scored 19, in the third Atlanta scored 21 and the Celtics had their first lead of the night with 32 points. In the fourth Atlanta scored 26 points and Celtics ended up only scoring 18,now obviously the Celtics got their butts kicked pretty bad 100-91 Atlanta wins it. Well Atlanta might have got the glory and all, but let’s still give it up for the three musketeers maybe they’ll have better luck on Sunday don't miss it 3:30pm sharp. I know my team pretty well, so I know that they’ll pull themselves out of this one like they have before. So for all those Celtics fans out there keep your head up we’ll pull through, and enjoy the rest of your weekend before it’s too late.

Yours truly,
Eggy

The Tell-Tale Heart

Just as the day turns to dark; the lunatic that controls you every night is coming back to greet you once more. Thank goodness no one knows this because it would just be a waste of your breath when you try to explain that you’re not crazy. That there’s just a crazy evil spirit that comes and takes over your body and mind completely. Absolutely no one, sometimes even you don’t believe yourself that there are voices telling you to hurt the ones you love most. This is exactly what happen to the butler in Edger Allen Poe’s A Tell-Tale Heart, who just happened to go crazy and kill the old man that he looked after. In the short story the butler is always saying that he was not crazy, that he was in fact smart, but actually he is just highly unintelligent and out of his mind.
“I heard all things in the heaven above and in the earth. I heard many things in hell.” How then is he mad? Ask the butler, why most would say he is insane in many ways, most would say how is he not mad? Edger Allen Poe himself, most likely made this character knowing that he was indeed crazy. If this butler was truly normal then why was he hearing voices in heaven and hell, why was he hearing voices that weren’t even there? And why did he stalk the evil eyed man every night? Anyone who does those things is obviously insane; even though there isn’t such thing as normal people in this world, there are smart ones that know when enough is enough and when they need to go see a psychologist.
Which is another thing that was wrong with the care taker, he did not know when enough was enough obviously. He did not see that the evil eye was just a plain bad eye, in fact the butler was so wrapped up in taking the eye out and killing the old man, to notice that he indeed was so far out of his mind that he couldn’t think of anything else to do day and night then to obsess over this one little eye. Also the butler puts himself too much into the action instead of looking at it from a bird’s eye view.
The butler could have easily found a nice, fast, and simple way to kill the old man and get on with his own life. If the butler had thought his plan to kill the old man through he could have made it look like the man died of old age. First he could have snuck into the room and right when the old man knew he was there….BAM! he flips the mattress over on the floor suffocating the old man. For the next step instead of slicing and dicing the poor old man, just put him and his mattress back almost perfectly back the way he found it. Finally for the last step in the process, leave the old man and go call the ambulance in the morning not too soon or else you might look guilty and never too late because then people will start to jump to conclusions very quickly.
In the end the butler turned out to be just as dumb as he was crazy. If he had thought his plan through for a while more he probably would have had more success, or even if he had sought out help a little bit earlier he would have never got to the breaking point where he felt as if the only way to stop the evil eye was to destroy it. He could have even asked the old man politely to cover the eye because it was rather disturbing, but no he just had to have his way which didn’t quite work out for him after all.

The Comparison
Of War Comes to Willy Freeman
And "The Patriot"

Imagine bullets being shot all around you, people laying dead on what used to be green grass, but what is now a bloody red violent field. As you run across the devil’s territory you trip over something and land in a puddle of blood and just as you look up, to your surprise you see the most terrifying thing that will scar you forever, your own relative goes down. Time stops, everything freezes around you; in slow motion you see the bullet head straight for his chest…BOOM he goes down hard. As he lay there motionless, suddenly, at a snail's pace he turns looks at you and his face locks in place, he is staring at you; never does he blink again. This experience is what scarred Willy Freeman and Benjamin Martin for the rest of their lives.
In the book War Comes To Willy Freeman the main character Willy is constantly searching for her mother ever since she was taken away by the British during the Revolutionary War. The hardest part about finding her mother is that most people she meets aren’t willing to help her because she’s an African American girl, but she’s actually disguised as a boy. Either way during her time period, which was in the late 1700’s so even if she was a boy or a girl it would not matter because people had no respect for blacks.
War Comes to Willy Freeman is similar to the movie “The Patriot” in many different ways; from losing family members in combat to not having a home at times. Benjamin Martin, the main character in the movie, was a soldier in the French and Indian War and is a father of seven kids. Now he is trying to figure out what he is going to do when his son suddenly wants to fight in the war which, so far has caused the whole family nothing but trouble and left them homeless.
Willy and Benjamin both have had many deaths in their families during the war which probably is the reason why neither one of them gives up hope. During the war it was ordinary to see people dying, being hung, or killed which is an awful experience but when you see all those notorious soldiers coming into your home taking away your family and killing them too it would make you extremely furious. This makes you so angry that you could possibly do something idiotic or insane, put you in a situation that could possibly cause you death. Willy Freeman was one of those people that did something incredibly dangerous without thinking twice, but survive, unlike many.
After seeing her father be killed and no knowledge of where her mother was, Willy Freeman set off on a quest to find her mother. When Willy set off, she obviously did not think it through, since she a was an African American girl she had the lowest amount of respect and being as she was a freed slave that could not read, she was not prepared to go venturing all over. Either way you look at it she was a thirteen year-old girl with no sense of direction and determined to get what she set out to find.
On the other hand Benjamin Martin was just as foolish as Willy Freeman. Although Benjamin knew how to read and was indeed more wealthy than Willy, it wasn’t very intelligent to go running after his son who had joined the army and had also been accused as a spy and is taken away to be executed. These events were the events which triggers the journey to find his son and form a militia mostly to get revenge of the general who murdered his second oldest son right in front of Benjamin.
Although both characters Willy and Benjamin were clearly going with the first idea that popped into their heads, they were both involved in the war in different ways but for similar reasons. In “The Patriot” Benjamin is fighting and killing and was a person who was an actual participant in the battle. Willy was just another pedestrian watching from their window as the soldiers marched through the streets and started to conquer land. But in the end both had their victory and had accomplished what they planned.
In my opinion both the book and the movie were great but what started as a war over land turned into a violent and uncaused for battle killing families and burning down churches. So it seems to me that this war was not a good idea in the first place but after learning about it a little bit more, I'm glad that it happened.