I'm over my writers block! I should be posting a BUNCH of new poems soon... I have like five pages in my notebook of random writings so things are turning out good!




On a totally different note, is it bad that I'm helping the person I have a crush on get someone else? Oh well... HAHA.

Yes I've been in a weird mood... sorry for the poem It's not as... "deep" i guess =/ But it was written on a whim. for writing it fast and without thinking, I kinda liked how it turned out!


On a semi unrelated note, LYRICS For 16 Walls by Cheryl Engelhardt. Just first verse and chorus though

"My bags were busted at the seams,
I was fleeing from more then my broken dreams.
I had my one way ticket to Neverland,
where fairy tales were forever banned.

On my way I put up walls so one by one
every time I got hurt, another got done.

There's something I've been meaning to do (find you).
I've got 16 walls to break through, to love you.
Something's got to give for me to take,
so 16 walls are coming, they're coming down today."

LOVE this song Love life. Love <3

My laptop is officially down for the count. Still don't actually have my desktop back because my mom stole one of the wires... So I have no computer... At least not a full time one. I'm using my dad's, but I can't use it for long, and I can't download/upload photos... Poems and Stories are about it because I can type them on here. Which means no beta either... They're gonna be horrible quality I know, but bear with me. I'll update and edit them when I get a full time computer. Sorry for that guyes!

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Well, Warped Tour is coming up, and I have an... idea. I am going backstage, which will help. I'm going to *TRY* to get some musicians there to help me out with this. I'm going to "interview" a bunch of people, friends of mine, teenagers, random people at the mall even! maybe... But I'm going to get a variety of people to tell me their thoughts on Art, and I'm going to blog about them. I want to see if some of my favorite artists will do that at Warped, and the backstage pass will help a LOT! I am also going to try to enlist the help of an artist I met last year. He's a great guy, his art is amazing! His name is Dan May, and he has a show coming up! Hopefully I'll get to ask him some questions while he's down! If not, I can try to contact via facebook or something. So, my question is this... If I have any readers, what do y'all think? I mean, it's not... It's probably not the best idea, but it's one that I want to follow through with! When I get enough people, I'm going to compare. Teenagers against Adults, Musicians against Painter(s), maybe even as far as friends against pros! But it's still in the works. I don't know how I'm going to pull it off... Ideas? I'm thinking a tape recorder and some paper... But that may not work. Video? It all depends. I'm off to bed for now! More on Art and it's Death later!


Ciao for now!

Nicole

Sometimes you can't help people =/ that thought alone bugs me to no end. I couldn't help the girl that night... I can't help my friend who broke her collarbone... I can't help my friend who's suffering from a broken heart, the boy she loved dropping her like she was just a passing fad... I can't help the homeless, the veterans who come home to nothing. The mothers who give birth to still borns, or who have Post Partum...

But I'm gonna try.... I couldn't help, but I gave money to contribute to her funeral. I can't heal a broken bone, but I got some candy, a movie, and a good book for my friend to read and watch, and hopefully that makes things better, a bit more bareable... I'm going to the movies with her on Wed, and we plan on having fun, forgetting boys for a night. I work at the homeless shelter, and I sent cards and made care packages for the soldiers. I give a friendly word when I can, because you never know who may be depressed. Trust me, it's never who you think it is. It's never the one who looks sad, who has a bunch of "friends" they can say hi to in the hall ways. It's never the people you'd think it would be. they may look sad, sure... but depression hides itself. It shows when the person thinks they are alone. Trust me on that one. Why do you think I go out of my way to look happy, to say hi, and say something nice?


Just a thought....