strive to the easiest and cheapest.

Dearest SDHS,

Let me just take the time to remind you of how thankful I am for your fucking up my senior year. I really appreciate being forced to take a class I had no intentions of taking in the first place and ruining my entire first semester of senior year - and potentially even second semester - all because you guys fucked up. I can honestly say I really am excited to graduate highschool, not even because of the drama with social groups, but because of the failure of adminstrative staff members to organise their students successfully. The school's moto may be "Strive to the Highest" but we certainly do not demenstrate that. The students, well, most students, for sure do, some of the teachers? Ehh . Not so much. So here's a big middle finger right to you Saltfleet, take my final essay for my grade 12 u level english class and shove it somewhere deep.

Couch Potato

(Picture source: tvaffects.blogspot.com)

the coolest thing I've ever read - thank you Mr.Shea for introducing the WC class to this talented Hamiltonian.

Everyone, meet Jeff Griffiths via @TVAFFECTS

As a wise man once said ...

Hard to press on when the memories remember me
And they always find the perfect moment
High speed. I'm a minimal slum.
Lost in the wind, I've lost all my friends
Maybe they were never meant to be acquainted
Money seems to make everything tainted
Everybody mad cause they stuck.
One less.

- KiD CuDi

faith,

"i am proud of you."

- linda diamanti

a war of your own .

"Reload, cover me!"
a one bullet kill
bonus points for the head shot
square to respawn
square again
reload the gun.
running through nuketown
hiding behind the truck
ducking for cover
start the RC car up.

creeping behind enemies
bullets flyin over head
the car bursts into flames
target status: dead
thirty seconds to play
move as quick as you can
the round ends
the score board pops up
where do you stand?
fightin the black ops battle
playstation controller
stuck to your hand

Tommy's and AK47's

Splat!
it flew across the room
and landed square in the middle
of the window
and was followed
by thirty more
they whizzed past chairs
and tables
and framless doors
they whizzed past our heads
and pictures
and presentless trees
we dodged and we ducked
avoiding being struck
the four of us laughed
and aimed right at each other
our eyes glazed with joy
and then it all stopped;
"no ammo!" he yelled
and jumped behind the bed
a second of silence
followed by rejoicing chaos
one man down
but we still hadn't lost
the guns whirred and clicked
as the battle went on
our fallen soldier we found
had since taken off
our battle soon ended
the basement torn to shreds
then a single nerf bullet
got the game winning kill
as it fell from above
struck me in the head.

just a poetry bin

I realize I haven't updated in a while due to a personal, undesirable level of chaos. Here's a small collection of some of my favorite writings recently.

Unamed Eyes Poem
Shining in the light
Glazed over with a layer of wonder
A doorway into her soul
All of her thoughts revealed
The deepest secrets, most passionate goals
A mirror of her life.
Legible but not fully understood
Leaving you with questions
And no hint of any answer
A life time of secrecy
A tale that is only hers to tell
Her eyes beam with beauty
And convey her surreal emotions

Ice/Heat
Its a frigid breeze on a winter morning
A heat flash in summer that leaves you glowing
From one extreme to the other
A feeling so displeasing it leaves you to shutter

No chance of calm weather
You leave dressed for summer and turn back for a sweater
Utter confusion, what is going on above?
T-Shirt or sweater, bikini or gloves?

The sun comes up, but may as well go back down
No matter the weather, beware of the ground
The ice of the winter
The heat of the summer

Unamed
Reputation is itself from being too loud
Shotgun, the middle back seat
The Fresh oppurtunity to look bad
At a perfect leve of need for pride in
The pounding anticipation to be
Middle of the day
Will be black as the night sky

Diving into the Wreck
The bouncing echo,
That creates a significant boom
Leaving all passerby in awe
But quiet enough to prevent
Being heard from afar;

Travels in the Night
I fell in love with every curve of the
Sleek and beautiful heart pumping with
The pounding speakers
It will be heard from miles away
In the light of the crumbling mess

This is a Photograph of Me
My baby and I beamed in the dusty
Saturday morning. It shines brightly
My perfume will smell of those glorious times
Standing at the cars back door
I was promised pure bliss
No matter where we go
I picture the one poorly lit room
It's comfortable, my property
My house.
Waiting to be broken in
It has become the subtle thud of us-
Bouncing off every wall
- just like me.
Fought for to the death
It's small, but it does the job
Accesible and just enough
Because this shines even in the headlights.

She Herself is a Bad Trip
As it nears
The recognisable rattling of the stereo
Tells us that the low rumble echoing,
Heard from as far as I ever went in to track it
Became the underground
It was strong, even the ugliest will want to take control
But I always win.
Know the Italian.

Morning Glory
It is the sweet smell of Chai tea
The words running down my throat
Escaping my body and being set free.

It is the cigarette in hand
The lines lingering on the paper
Being held in place, taking a stand

As the morning sun glows
And the birds sing their song
I feel the power radiate from my head to my toes

The steam from the cup floats through the air
Mixing with the cigarette as it tumbles
The final draft awaits being shared

And as I smile at my mom
Who rests beside me enjoying the days start
The words come to me, as naturally as the beat of my heart.

Explosions in the Sky
Explosions in the sky
A chaos of words
A mess of lies

Gunshots in the air
A panick of thousands
A crowd of despair

Rumbles through the streets
A worry of surviving
A sweeping rush of defeat

Paralysing thoughts flood our minds
A chance to break free
A doorway with no sign

Where are you going
What will you be; how will you get there
With no directions showing.

Spilling over the Edge
Words linger like the stale scent of cigarettes
Clinging to my mind
Like a shy child
Clinging to its mother for protection

They burrow into the deepest corners
Invading my thoughts
Like a robber
Invading a strangers house for objects

They seep through my body
Filling me with inspiration
Like a bath tub
Filling with water for utter relaxtion

They spill onto the paper
Creating a pattern of rhymes
Like a care free artist
Creating an artwork to fill his time

High School Hookers
Generic to the very last bone
Sitting on their plastic thrones
They pull their shirts low
It's the second lunch variety show
As the thongs come out
And they show off their pout
They sell their bodies to the eager crowd
Sales only being made to those who are loud
You stare at them with rich green eyes
and decide; this is your demise
But this is nothing more than high school hookers
Their lives amount to less than their grimey corners

It Might Be ...
It might be the fact that your eyes sparkle in the light
And it might also be because your laugh brings joy to my ears
It could also be how I fit perfectly into your arms
And it could also be your velvet soft skin

It might be because you make me feel beautiful
And it might also be the fact that youre the only person I trust
It could also be your ability to brighten my day with a simple smile
And it could also be how I feel safer around you

It might be the fact that every moment with you is so full of joy
And it might also be because you feed your talent through me
It could also be how I pride in being by your side
And it could also be your dedication radiating through your words

There's no knowing just every reason I love you as much as I do
But know that I love you, and know this is true

Until the Day I Die

Never let the idea of love scare you. Never let the pain that is guaranteed to come with love push you away from someone. Love is all we've got, love is the most surreal, rewarding feeling in the world. If you don't have love, you don't have anything at all. I have been blessed by something, somewhere, with such an amazing boyfriend. Kevin, if you are reading this, please know how much I love you and cherish your being in my life. You have turned an insecure, anti social, emotionally dead girl, into a living, happy, strong young woman. I realise that things have been incredibly hard for us lately, for many contributing reasons, and I know the light of hope has faded for us as individuals, but if there is one thing I am absolutley sure of it is that the relationship we have, and are building upon is the most amazing thing to ever happen to me. We may be losing people left and right in our lives right now, and everything we've managed to build for us, and ourselves as two seperate people has come crashing down, but having you by my side through it all - having your arms wrapped around me, hearing your voice tell me its going to be okay has been the best help I could ask for. Never ask yourself how much of a good person you are, just know that you are in fact that. You hold so much intelligence, so much passion, so much depth. You are physically and mentally attractive to the most incredible of extremes, you make my entire do things no one has ever done for me before. You make me feel on top of the world.

Call me out for posting this here, rather than sending this to him directly, but my baby, my life, my very reason to smile and trudge on deserves to be showed off to the world.

If you ever, ever, ever fuck with this kid, you can expect you'll have to deal with me personally. It has been shown time and time again, and will continue to be shown that I will do anything for him. I will fight to my death for him, I will drive myself crazy making sure it is he that is okay at the end of the night.

Forever and always. I promised it, and I have every intention of living that out until my dying day.