Music's Role.

Music. What kind of role does music play in your life? I've been thinking about this question and I've been trying to steer my way around saying little to no role in my life. I really don't know how to answer it. To some people they can't last a day without listening to music. Music has saved their lives. Music is their therapy. Music helps them when no one does. Or to some it's a way of life. Their music helps them express themselves. They can even get a career from playing music. How I see it is if you happen to play an instrument you'll be able to connect or appreciate music more than some one who doesn't. So what's my relationship with music? I don't even know.Its amazing how music can make people feel sometimes but lately it hsnt been making me feel anyrhing. I mean I used to listen to a lot of music but ever since my sister got a new phone and used my Spotify account I haven't been able to listen to it a lot. Why? Because most of my music that I listened to was on that account. I use Pandora but it isn't the same. Pandora never plays what I want. Or sometimes it does but rarely. Or maybe I'm just tired of listening of the same old bands. My musical variety is very short. I could even list all the bands I listen to Depeche Mode, Type O Negative, The Cure,Rammstein The Police,Joy Division,  Siouxsie and the Banshees,  The Smiths, Garbage, Rob Zombie, Marilyn Manson, System of a Down,  Iggy Pop, David Bowie, Apocalyptica,  Sonic Youth, Yeah that's basically it there are other bands which I only like one of their songs but I'm not gonna list those. And even in my list there are some bands which I've only listened to like 3 songs. But the bands which I listen to a lot Depeche Mode and Type O Negstive, lately haven't been appealing to me. What does this mean? Does this mean I'm a poser? Does this mean I'm getting tired of them? I mean do you ever have those days where you just don't want to listen to music. I guess this means I have nothing in my life that I enjoy doing. Maybe I need new bands to listen to but you see I can't say I like a certain type of music because well I just happen to hear a song and if I like it I'll check it out along with the band. Like for example I cant really say I like New Wave or Industrial. I like Rob Zombie but once I try to listen to Nine Inch Nails or KDFM I just dont like these bands. Same thing goes with Depeche Mode I like them but I dont like Orchestral Manouvere or whatever band the internet reccomends for me. 8f I like a band I like them. Well sorry for the long post I just wanted to write about my feelings. I'm sorry if I bored you but I just really felt like writing about this.

Because Laughing is good for you! *Warning* Might hurt other peoples feelings, and possibly allow others to question your mental state

"Laugh till your hearts content!" Said no one ever, except for me of course....to myself. There is a time for everything. A time to smile, to cry, to live, to die.....to laugh...haha.  Of course when I laugh its probably not the most appropriate time. Once I laughed because I thought this kids face was funny, no not funny as in ugly...just the kind of face that is so serious you cant take it seriously! Everytime we passed eachcother I would find myself cracking up, you'd think I was on drugs. Yup the kid always asked me why I was laughing, one day he gave up and decided to avoid me. He thought I was a bit retarded, weird, so I ended up writing an apology note wanna know what it said? It said "I wasn't laughing at you, sorry if you think I was" (and it said alot of other excuses) You want to know his reaction---> he laughed at it.  Wanna know why because we all know my apology note, that's a damn lie. Well that apology note was useless because its pretty obvious i'm laughing at the kid. Well that was a good laugh.....okay his face was funny LOL thats why I was laughing. When I think of this, or when I put it this way.. I think wow I seem like one of those mean, inconsiderate, conceited people who make fun of ugly people. But the truth is I wasn't laughing because of that. To this day I don't know what I found so funny but apparently I found it hilarious. Anyway I heard laughing is good for you so "Laugh till your hearts content!" but always remember if you are going to hurt someones feelings prepare to write them a shit load of apology letters or better yet hide in the bathroom and let it all out.......your laughter of course, or your shit..whatever the case may be ;D

One Big Change

So this summer we haven't written at all. I guess that's both of our faults. Eh Now since our senior year is coming up feel free to write what ever you want. And when I say whatever I mean WHATEVER. Like you can write a story, a play, a poem, song lyrics, or you can even just write a rant about something. Or even your thoughts on a certain topic. Or you can just write your feelings. Or write about your day.  Or you may even post something that makes you smile like a song of the day.Or hey you can even post a question and either of us can post a response in the comments. Or we could even post challenges.  From this point on this is just a free space to post anything you want.
You get the point. There are no limitations except for what your heart tells you to write.  But yeah. Feel free to write whenever and whatever. :)

The Senile Man.

Once there was a scientist. One day he thought about putting together some sort of chemical formula to make a potion to create the worlds best cure for war. He wanted to be recognized as the worlds most remarkable scientist who ended all the wars in the world. He thought that this chemical would give him and everyone else the power to stop all the wars. Who would have thought that behind those small old eyes he was planning something big. He went by the name of Benjamin Fullerton, a very old man with a weak memory. He did not have white hair for he was bald, neither did he have a secret laboratory. What he did have was an old basement at home. He lived with his old wife Margaret and she left him alone in that small dusty basement because she believed every man needed his space. One day Margaret decided to work up the courage to ask her husband Benjamin what he was working on in that basement. "I am a scientist Margaret, I seek to understand. I find solutions to problems. I have came to a realization that you cant win the war. You have to change the war into something else entirely or you have to find a way to make sure there isn't a war in the first place. I plan to solve the worlds problems with a chemical which I shall make into a potion...that I am creating in the basement" Margaret couldn't help but smile at the idea, "Oh Ben you don't need a chemical formula, you don't need any test tubes, and you certainly don't need a potion but you certainly are right about everything else dear." Benjamin looked at his wife with fascination and curiosity in his eyes, "What do I need Margaret?"
"Oh Benjamin it is because of your old age that you are forgetting... the world could have the most complicated war but the solution is very simple. All you need is love...someone out there has to care enough to give lots of love and nobody should ever forget that." Benjamin sighed, and began to walk towards the old basement. He began to hum a familiar tune. Apparently he had forgotten his conversation with Margaret. As he made his way down the steps he sang, "What is love..love baby don't hurt me...don't hurt me no more." His wife Margaret died twenty years ago in a war.

Its Been Nice Knowing You

Just Be My Friend.

"Will you be my friend?" That's almost all I ever heard from him. "No, I don't want any friends." Is how I always replied. I cannot say I regret saying this to him, because at the time it is how I truly felt, I couldn't lie and tell him that I would love to be his friend...even if I had said yes, would our friendship have lasted long? It all began in Middle School, "Nobody likes Brooke and that's why she doesn't have any friends." That same sentence always followed me, I heard it many times in the cafeteria when the "pretty" girls would gossip. Those girls were not pretty...not to me anyways. They were followers just like everybody else except  people didn't know that, they made sure that they were seen as the leaders of the school. They were called the Alphas which I thought was pretty damn stupid, sounded like a pack of wolves yet in a stupid cliche school version. 
One fine school morning I heard them talk shit about me with a fairly big group of people who happened to be my classmates. "Brooke is nasty, the other day I heard her puking in the bathroom."Another one added "Oh my god, YES I heard that she's trying to lose weight so she could be like her sister, but lets be honest her sister is gorgeous she cant compete with her!" I heard some of my classmates laughing, some smiled and tried to make me more of an outsider so that they could gain some sort of approval. Basically they were kissing ass, of course they were it's in their damn nature! I marched right up to that group on that fine morning and I did my best to defend myself, "You want to know why I puked? Because that day you were all wearing tight leggings with a shirt that couldn't even cover your own asses! And second of all you cant compete with my sister either because clearly you already lost!" The group of girls sat there stunned for a second, I heard no OOoohing whatsoever. Instead one of the girls stood up, walked over to me and spit right at my face, "Oh little bitch, poor Brooke at least we got an ass!" Everyone was shoving me and some girls spit at me some more. Nobody liked me or gave me a chance and I didn't know why. I didn't know what to do, in that moment I hated school, I hated everyone, I hated that morning. I didn't want to give up, I wanted to stand up for myself and say something more but instead I felt warm tears coming out of my eyes, I heard everyone's roaring laughter and I ran, I ran as fast as I could behind the school building where I knew I would fall asleep on the long green grass, where no one could find me, where no one would be...or so I thought.

It's Time for New Beginnings

That's when I saw him. It was the kid that often asked me if I would be his friend. He was sitting on the grass looking at me. I wanted to run again but I knew that if I got out of this hiding spot everyone would see me, everyone would laugh. "Go away!! I hate you! I don't want to see you! Leave me alone!" I screamed. He stood up and saw the tears rolling down my face, for some reason he began to cry. He cried with me and he gave me a hug. I told him "Let me go you stupid bastard, I want to be alone!" I think I may have hurt him badly while struggling to get free but he didn't let go. He cried and hugged me for what seemed like forever but it may have only been two minutes. I didn't know what to do, I felt comforted like a baby when its mother hugs him. We both cried together. I didn't understand a whole lot but I did understand one thing, this boy was crying for me, he was not pitying me, he was understanding my rage and my sadness. We sat there for a while, even when the bell rang, we sat there in silence. Then, out of nowhere the kid goes "Will you be my friend?" I froze, and then I sighed. "I don't want any friends and I certainly don't need any friends. I hate humans in general, I choose to be alone because it's better than pretending. Anyways, everyone hates me and that's okay because I hate them too. People hurt me and I hurt them too." The boy sat there bewildered for a moment. "But you didn't answer my question I didn't ask whether or not you are capable of having any friends or why you don't want any friends I asked...will you be my friend?" I threw a rock at him out of anger and I accidentally made his forehead bleed. The boy began to cry again, this boy was a wuss I thought, It was the first time I felt sympathy for someone in school. I immediately felt bad for him and I was angry with myself "I'm sorry look, don't cry I don't "want" to be your friend but I will be your friend so stop crying!" The boy dried his tears and began to smile, his smile was so genuine that I almost cried. "It's time for new beginnings...friend!" And then I did cry. I had nothing in common with this boy, I didn't need any friends, and neither did he. All we knew was that we wanted to protect each other, we wanted to look out for each other and so we became friends. Ever since he was seen with me.. people began to pick on him and say awful things to him. I defended him, I wanted to defend him more than I wanted to defend myself and so I did. When people threw spit balls at me he tried to catch them, he didn't catch them all. When people called me nasty names he got angry and for my sake he tried to call them the nastiest names he could and snitched to the teachers afterward. This boy was whiny and delicate. I was angry and an outsider. He was my first friend.  

Our Time has Come to an End

I didn't want any friends but there he was. I wasn't the greatest friend but there he was. As I see him in this hospital bed I almost wish I'd never known him. Because he is dying and I can't protect him I can't save him and I don't know what else to do. Today is his last day and I want to be there for him to defend him from everything. I visited him everyday at the hospital. We've been friends for only a while but it has seemed like a long time. We had nearly nothing in common yet we loved each other nonetheless. We protected each other and now our time has come to an end. I see him struggling to open his eyes, eventually he opens them. He looks so vulnerable and I wish I could help him somehow but I can't protect him anymore. I cry and when he sees me he smiles at me and his voice is nearly inaudible but I manage to hear him say "Will you be my friend?" I nod my head and as if it we knew each other for many years we say in unison, "It's been nice knowing you friend." 

Welcome Back!

Yay school's out. That means a little more free time. So this time things are gonna be different instead of having a regular story due on a certain day. This time the only rule is there must be at least 3 stories/plays/poems etc.  on the blog per week. It doesn't matter who writes it. Like t could be 2 from me and one from you or 2 from you and one from me. The keywords are at least 3. But that doesn't mean there can't be more than three. The possibilities are endless. TL;DR Basically from this point on we can write whatever we want. If you want one week to be a specific theme or have any questions just text me :). Good Luck. And have a fantastic vacation!

Drink

Drink.

Come on it'll get rid of all your stress.

It'll make you forget about

everything.

Even your family.

It'll make you feel nothing.

So come on drink.

He drinks and drinks to get away

but once he starts he can never stop.

He'll even say

things that aren't so nice.

He'll say hurtful lies,

or hurtful truths.

Then he'll be unbalanced, 

crashing into things,

bumping his head,

and maybe even cut his head 

with broken ornaments. 

This drink makes his tongue and body 

out of place.

The next day he wakes up,

in the same condition, wanting more.

Maybe he'll even bug his wife

to go to the store.

He'll scream 

and scream

and scream

until he either fall asleep

or his needs are met.

When he is in this condition,

it's very painful to look into his eyes

and see that this man is being controlled

by this drink.

The look in his eyes,

it's so perverse.

Almost as if they weren't his own.

The family around him suffers too.

They see this wise jolly man turn

into a man which is consumed by 

this drink that he spews random things

The wife sometimes gets nasty words

thrown her way for a cheap laugh

or she becomes his servant

and bartender.

But the next day he will awake

and find out in what condition 

he was in.

He will feel remorse and

regret

but he will not remember everything.

 So Drink.

Come on it'll get rid of all your stress.

It'll make you forget about

everything.

Even your family.

It'll make you feel nothing.

So come do you still wanna drink?

Why?

Why does society pressure us?
Why do our parents pressure us?
Why do we pressure ourselves
into this endless cycle of routine?

It first starts like this
Go to school
Play
Eat
Do homework

Then slowly play time gets cut short and then cut off.
And the cycle becomes
Learn
Eat.
Learn
Do homework
until near summer a new twist is added
Tests.

This cycle can be dangerous.
It slowly kills us.
Mentally.
Physically.
Creatively.
And even Emotionally.

We are told to go to school and graduate.
But what for?
To not be poor?
To follow a routine?
To become poor, and in debt?
This seems like one big scene.

The thing that they don't tell us is follow your dreams.
Do what you love.
Find your passion.
But when they do sometimes it is too late.

That's the reason why most of us feel like lost lambs when we reach
the place everyone's been pressuring us to go.
Sometimes we aren't even lost
because to be lost one needs to have had a flock or a calling

Ultimately  those who are already dead, just go along and finish
then they are trapped into a new routine,
Work.
Work.
Work.
Eat.
Rest
Repeat.

Some of are brave enough to just not even try,
to not follow this routine because they discover that they do not want to follow it,
but then there are others who are too shy,
too scared to disappoint their parents.

So tell me,
Why does society pressure us?
Why do our parents pressure us?
Why do we pressure ourselves
into this endless cycle of routine?

The boy who cried wolf

The boy cried wolf how dare he lie?

the boy blushed so bright why was he so damn shy?

The boy lost his shoe, oh well screw you!

The boy ate some cake, settle down for goodness sakes!

The boy wanted to fly, Okay Goodbye!

The boy settled down and began to cry

His mother never asked him oh son why?

His father only ever gave a sigh

The boy cried "Help" How dare no one reply?