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Sarcasm isn't SarcasticWhen you were a kid, did you ever imagine a voice narrating your life? Did the voice sound like the awkward rambling at the beginning of a new Disney movie saying things like, "uhhh," "whatever," "so yeah," and "I mean" as the character introduces themself in a "funny awkward," way? That's because it's the easiest thing for anyone to do.
Being lazy is so often confused with being witty, and writing awkward rambling is truly the easiest thing to do. Tacking "-ish" onto the endings of words, making one word sentences, using sloppy phrases like "she gave him the give-me-Percy-Jackson-or-I'll-kill-you expression," or making the narrator sound unsure of themself is sometimes all it takes to trick people into thinking you have a "strong voice as a writer."
It's actually the weakest and least talented voice to have as an author, because it's the most easy. This lazy babbling excused as "sarcasm" is a low form of wit, and any fool could write a book in the same voice as Rick Riordan
The Oak Tree
This is not an oak tree, I know. But conveys beautifully, - visually, what I've attempted to capture in verse.
The wonderful photo belongs to the talented MARCO-E :iconMARCO-E: For whom I thank gratefully
for allowing me to use this fine image along side my work. Please visit his gallery. You will not be disappointed. ^^
THE OAK TREE
The old oak tree stands tall. In the face of adversity as in the face of calm; all situations met as one.
Strive to be like it.
Your strength like unto a stilled breeze. Something everyone recognizes…even as they don’t know why they do; your
The optimist and The pessimist"Why are you crying my dear?" He asks with worried eyes
"I'm not crying, I just have something in my eyes."
"You can't lie to me, tell me. I thought I was your best friend."
"It's nothing, leave it"
"Tell me, what seems to be bothering you"
"And what would that be?"
"I don't know."
"Come on you can tell me."
"Life is hard"
He smiles and says "is that what's bothering you?"
She nods sobbingly
"Well, it's your life isn't it? Your life will be the way you see it. Go on with life
with a positive approach and nothing will be difficult. It's your life, take it where you want to go."
Hearing this, the tears stopped.
"My friends betrayed me."
He didn't even have to think before he answered.
"If they were really your friends they would of never betrayed you. Isn't it a good thing? You finally learnt who your real friends are."
He was right, she thought.
"My boyfriend dumped me for another girl."
"He might have never loved you dear. It's better he is gone or he would of hurt you mo
Why I outgrew LibertarianismHere's a confession, even if it is not one I'm much ashamed of: I used to be a Libertarian. I know there's a lot of definitions for that word, so for the sake of discussion, I am referring to the political position strictly opposing wealth-redistribution like tax-payer-supported healthcare, unemployment benefits, and welfare. Smaller government, I believed, would make a healthier society because it would involve less interference with the earnings of the individual. Personal accountability would be maximized, leading to more competition, more motivation, and a stronger nation. After all, socialism and wealth-redistribution encourages complacency, right?
In theory, my ideals seemed to make sense. Libertarianism was the polar opposite of Communism; it advocated for complete personal responsibility rather than collective responsibility. It was a purely individualistic philosophy and that appealed to me. I had always been strongly motivated and enc
Issue On Kids
So I was watching an episode of South Park; the one where Mrs Garrison assigns the Parenting Assignment to the kids, where they have to pair up and take care of an egg like it was a live baby. Later into the episode, she finds out that a law was about to get passed to legalize gay marriage and adoption. So Mrs Garrison pairs Stan and Kyle as parents for the egg assignment, just to prove how dangerous and harmful it is to have two dads. Then she goes out of her way to get the freakin egg smashed so she could 'prove', scientifically, that having same-sex parents is wrong - which involved hiring a bloody assassin, and getting many people hurt/killed in the process. Luckily, she fails, and the law for Same-Sex Marriage and adoption is approved.
So I'm just wondering. What the hell is wrong with her? Or not JUST her, with ANYONE who says that same-sex parents is wrong and harmful?? Just what are you phobes afraid of? What is so freaking terrible about having two dads or two moms
Brushing Up Against HistoryNovember 1963
I'm eight years old and sitting in class (I strangely recall that my seat was in the middle of second row, on the side away from the window), when the principal comes in to tell us that the president has been shot.
I do not know
what it means, but I know
that it scares me.
My mother meets Senator Robert F. Kennedy while he is campaigning in San Francisco and gets his autograph. I live with my father in a small town in Michigan, where every year leading up to Memorial Day, I sell paper poppies for the VFW.
blood of soldiers on the field
war has come home
I watch the news and see the body count, arranged like a scorecard. The numbers say we are winning, but one of those numbers is from our town, the only casualty that week. I don't know him, but I see his picture on the cover of Life Magazine.
I turn 17 the next month
and try to join the Marine Corp
my father will not sign
As a small-town b
ArtWhy does art need to be perfect?
Why throw rules on how to become a good artist onto us?
Why give us direction on how to do it right?
Why send us to the greatest artists for learning?
Why do we need the best learning to become good artists?
Cant we choose what we want to create, in the way we want to create it?
Our flaws is not a negative barrier.
Our flaws can create new and exiting things.
With our flaws we can create something no one else has created.
Only going for what is and looks natural is one of hundreds of paths.
And its not the only "right" one.
You have the choice to go all the paths.
There shouldnt be just a few to choose from, you make up your own.
Art isnt restricted and neither is your imagination.
Art doesnt need to be perfect to be amazing.
A Thought..BE not afraid to stand alone..
It is then, when our true beauty can be seen..
LOST in a crowd..
My Life Story Isn't A Poem This is what it feels like to crumble down in a blazing squall.
You are muffled gunshots wrecking yourself in high speed collision with his brass armor. You compress every eruption by choking ashes and swallowing shatter glasses because god forbid you are a frostbitten girl with hitched breath and messed up mascara and god forbid you are explosive and god forbid you crumble down because no, you are an inspiration and you are clenched fist and sculpted chest, you are concrete and you are statue, you are the ice cold dusk and YOU DON'T GET TO FALL.
And somewhere between waiting the incoming of a knight in a white horse and the utter destruction of a gale force hurricane, you vomit pills and anesthetize your heartbeat in a locked bathroom, you are a sinking ship with polished medals and you are a callused writer with in