Another Student Drowns.

Treading water,
my bones ache,
and my muscles burn,
and my brain screams.
It's all too much,
I'll drown like this--
please stay afloat.

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This was inspired by Taylor and her blog Cause and Affection. Her most recent post was just touching on the hardships of College/University, and I know I've been sharing some of the same feelings of late. So yeah. :)

SunRise.

The sky is stained
with red, red ink.
The deep mask of night
flounders
and falls
to the blue face
of day.

We're All A Bunch of Stupid Teenagers.

Earlier this evening, and friend of mind (whom I believe is approximately twenty four) posted this unbecoming message as a Facebook status:

"has never hated teenagers so much as she does these days. WHY ARE YOU ALL SO RETARDED. Overly sensitive, emo lovin' preppy bland brand name skankin' disrespectful idiotic arrogant little brats! With the acception of a few, I cannot STAND teenagers! Gah."

Originally when I read this, my intentions were to go into full on troll mode and start bashing every inch of this with angry, half formulated thoughts. And then I kind of thought: "What a brilliant blogging moment!"

So here it is.

I want to start off with saying that I think a majority of teenagers get a bad rap. I know many young, well adjusted teenagers. I'm not going to say that there aren't any that might just be bad eggs, but I truly believe there are many more finely reared youth than my friend is clearly aware of.

Yes, we kids sometimes make stupid mistakes. We sometimes speak or act with arrogance, we sometimes talk back to a figure of authority. We sometimes lash out in momentary rebelliousness. But I suggest to you that these are merely an unfortunate part of growing up.

And not to mention that teenagedom means puberty, which means all sorts of wonderful hormonal and chemical changes are going on in our bodies and yeah, that does tend to make some kids get a little "overly sensitive" or "emo".

Being a teenager means walking that fine line between child and adult, a strange in between world where things sometimes don't make sense. And somehow we're supposed to figure out who we are and what we're supposed to do and where we're supposed to go. Society tells us that education is all about YOU. Your career is all about YOU. Your life is all about YOU. YOU are an individual and no one is like YOU. And then we wonder why kids seem so self involved?

The last little bit I just want to direct to anyone who has had a bad experience with a rowdy group of teenagers.What I want to point out is that everybody was a teenager at some point. Everybody has made mistakes and has had to grow and learn from them. Everybody has had and will have to mature at some point in their lives. Being and acting stupid is simply a part of this growing up process.

I want to put out there that I am in no way justifying or defending the acts of raucous teenagers. What I am trying to point out with the above post is the logical fallacy of a young adult whom claims to, in general, hate teenagers and young people-- though she is just barely out of the realm herself.

Let me know what you think!

The Meaning.

Words are arbitrary.
Symbols,
strung to meaning--
A definition
attached
to a group of sounds,
but sounds
can change.
The meaning
stays the same.

Leaky Faucet - Haiku.

A single drip
pervades
complete silence.

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I think I'm getting sick. :(

In other news, I saw Maroon 5 in concert yesterday. They were awesome! The sound quality was good and the actual performing was sleek and nice to watch. Good concert experience in general.

Listen.

Listen
for the sound
of a soft sigh
a tired eye
for the locked up boys
and all the caged up joys.
Listen
for the sound
of a song fading out
a withering sprout.
Listen
for the sound
of an unsung hero
the washed up zero.
I listen for the sound
of something
I've not yet found.

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A spur of the moment poem. I'm not much for rhymes usually, but I just felt like today I needed to write something and that something just happened to rhyme.

Jazz.

Old lithe fingers
bring to life
music with
an old lithe soul--
A rhythmic beat
that fills my heart
my ears.

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I am really digging Blogger's new interface. So nice and sleek looking!

Poor Little Dusty Blog!

Wow, I am so deeply sorry for this summer. It's not like I've been insanely busy, but I just haven't written anything. Either way, I suppose with starting school tomorrow that it's time to dust off my cute little bloggity blog. :)

I promise I'll have something sufficient to post tomorrow, and if I don't, someone please send me angry spam messages. I think it's time to kick my but back into gear.