Why I write? That’s like asking why I breathe. It’s just, something I have to do. If I think of a line, a phrase, a paragraph, I need to write it down, or it’ll pick at me until I do, like some sort of obsessive-compulsive thing. For me not to write is like for a bird to not fly, a fish to not swim, a heart to not beat. I guess in the most simplistic way, I write for me. Writing is the only way I have to escape. I can be alone in my room, sitting on my bed, and the next minuet I can be on a boat to Africa in the 1930’s. It’s a way I can express myself, without having to worry about what others might think of me. I write to let my other persona shine through. The only other time he comes around is when I hear that certain musician I love so much. But, I don’t just write. I paint, I sketch, hell, I even try to sing. But it’s all when I don’t feel like Thomas. Tommy and Thomas have become two completely different people. Thomas is a shy, timid nerd who always keeps to himself. Tommy is the vivacious, GaGa loving character who most people now have grown accustomed too. The problem is, Thomas still makes his casual appearances. And when he does, I write, or I paint, or I sketch, and by doing so, Tommy comes out and shuts Thomas out. I sit in the back of the room, staring at everyone hunched over, scribbling words on a paper because you gave them an assignment. I don’t write for you guys. I write for the kid who writes short stories in Algebra class. For the kid who comes to school covered in paint because he was up all night in his room working on his latest painting. I write for that weird kid who goes to shows and is right up front singing every word, dancing to every beat. I write for the kids who don’t have friends, the so-called “freaks and geeks.” I write because one day I hope those kids realize, we aren’t freaks because we’re different. Everyone else is the freak for being the same. I’m not saying we’re normal though. Who would wants to be one of the normies and the drearies? Not me. We’re the ones who are going to tour the world one day, making art for millions of people to appreciate. We’re the one who are going to have our own fan clubs with official t-shirts. I write because one day we’ll be the ones they look up to.
Thursday, Oct 22 2009
Uncategorized 7:42 am
Your fingertips across my skin
The palm trees swaying in the wind
Images
You sang me spanish lullabies
The sweetest sadness in your eyes
Clever trick
I never want to see you unhappy
I thought you’d want the same for me
Goodbye, my almost lover
Goodbye, my hopeless dream
I’m trying not to think about you
Can’t you just let me be?
So long, my luckless romance
My back is turned on you
I should’ve known you’d bring me heartache
Almost lovers always do
We walked along a crowded street
You took my hand and danced with me
Images
And when you left you kissed my lips
You told me you’d never ever forget these images, no
I never want to see you unhappy
I thought you’d want the same for me
Goodbye, my almost lover
Goodbye, my hopeless dream
I’m trying not to think about you
Can’t you just let me be?
So long, my luckless romance
My back is turned on you
I should’ve known you’d bring me heartache
Almost lovers always do
I cannot go to the ocean
I cannot drive the streets at night
I cannot wake up in the morning
Without you on my mind
So you’re gone and I’m haunted
And I bet you are just fine
Did I make it that easy
To walk right in and out of my life?
Goodbye, my almost lover
Goodbye, my hopeless dream
I’m trying not to think about you
Can’t you just let me be?
So long, my luckless romance
My back is turned on you
I should’ve known you’d bring me heartache
Almost lovers always do
These lyrics have never had such a deep impact more than they do now.
Crap Wednesday, Sep 16 2009
Uncategorized 9:16 am
I accidentally deleted the dialouge blog -__- sorry guys. Here goes my attempt to re do it. This conversation was between a friend and myself. We were talking about a fellow friend and something he did.
Friend: How you dooin?!
Friend: Oh god what did he do now?
Friend: Shut yo mouf and say it aint so!!
Friend: That doesn’t sound like him though…
Friend: Wow, now he’s the raunchiest boy at bosco! Sorry Tommy :p lol!
There’s more, way more, to this conversation but, since I’m trying to conceal peoples identities, I need to stop here haha. Sorry guys again for deleting it. Comment it again pleasseee 😀
I’m learning :D Thursday, Sep 3 2009
Uncategorized 6:03 pm
Resumes schmesumes. I did these for a whole quater Sophomore year 😀 WOOHOOO! Someonessss ahead of the game!
Que barbaridad. Sunday, Aug 30 2009
Uncategorized 10:21 am
So I had to make this blog for school, but I’m sure I’m going to ramble on about other things…. I smell the smoke from the Azuza Canyon Mts. in my room. I’m in heaven.
Que Lastima 