December 04, 2010

I Am Afraid

        Out of all the commercials, the ones that stick with me the most are the recall commercials recalling drugs. The warning commercials saying "If you used......" or "If you worked.......you may have been exposed to....." or "If you received....." also stick in my head. I feel as if nothing is safe anymore. Anywhere you go, anything you use, anything you receive could be on one of those commercials next. Worse, you could be one of the victims that forced them into airing that commercial!!!! It is terrifying. 
      I am 17 years old and I take a lot of meds for various things. Zoloft and Wellbutrin for anxiety and depression, Vyvance for ADHD, Claritin and a nasal spray (I forget the name) for allergies as well as the occasional Mucinex and benadryl. I also take ritalin at night if I have something going on like a dance recital where I need a little boost of concentration. Compared to some kids those medicines may not be a lot but that doesn't mean that it isn't a lot in general. Several of those medicines are also high doses such as the Wellbutrin and Zoloft. So, I am on a lot of medicines; Why should this bother me?
     No one knows what happens to people on these drugs 30 or 60 years from now. Some of those drugs such as Vyvanse have only been around for a few years. There are no adults who have used it as teens or since childhood so those of us on it now are essentially guinea pigs or lab rats, which ever you prefer. The doctors and scientists don't know what will happen to us 30 years from now as a result of using these drugs. We could end up with cancer or some new disease. Maybe we will die or have a brain problem like Alzheimer's.  THEY DO NOT KNOW! This is why I am afraid, because the medicines that are allowing me to function in this crazy world today could kill me tomorrow. I can't just stop taking them because I cannot function in this society without them. I would fail school, maybe go to jail or hurt people I love. How I was before medicines is a person I never want to be again. It is a person I cannot survive being again. If society was more flexible and could work with people like me and accept them then I would need these drugs but, that is a story for another day. 
       I don't want to be one of those people they are talking to on one of those commercials. I do not want to be in a hospital with some disease because I used a drug the doctors said was perfectly safe when I was a teenager. The possibility of being a victim is terrifying. Men and women used to work in ship yards that were supposedly safe and ended up with asbestos poisoning. Others were prescribed something after a surgery that just made them worse or maybe even killed them. What does the government offer these people? Money! Money can't fix the consequences of what they received or were exposed to! Sometimes they have to offer the money to the family because the person died from the consequences!! That family is still going to have to deal with anger and confusion and pain. The government can make them billionaires but that won't fix what happened. The money will be spent on the funeral costs, therapy, paying the loved ones unpaid bills and debts, bailing each other out of jail when the confusion and hurt drives them to punch a guy. 
      There are only two choices. 1. Risk being a victim and take the drugs to get through the present even though the consequence could be you never see the future. But, at least you were able to play by the rules get through school, make and keep friends, and be who society wants you to be. 2. Don't take the drugs and risk having no friends, failing or doing poorly in school, ending up in jail for an accident because you need those meds, hating yourself, and being completely rejected by society. At least you will see the future but your future may consist of killing yourself because it is too hard to try to live like this when society is rejecting you and fighting you and no one will help you or even just love you for you. 
     Some people have problems that do not require medicine but the medicine could just make things easier. Others need those medicines. And what happens when you lose your job and your health insurance with it. You won't get the meds you need but again that is a story for another day. My point in writing this is to express my fears and perhaps the fears of many others. My other intention was to show how the choices are limited and there is no correct answer. I've heard people who do things that could kill them say "Well you are going to die sometime." People who smoke  pot or other drugs that produce a high sometimes use the phrase "Everyone dies eventually might as well die high" So should we say that since we all die eventually we might as well die for using the meds that are supposed to make our lives better? Think about it and tell me what you finally decide. Creative Commons License
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November 03, 2010

Deep Inside

deep inside
lies something i cant describe
it preys on fear
invades my thoughts
its voice sounds clear
inside my head
it speaks to me
tells me what i should be
talls me all my flaws
makes fun of me
and laughs as i fall
inside my head
it calls me names
accuses me
of being lame
ugly worthless
it says i am
its an illness
inside my head
telling me lies
inside my head
another lie
i deserve to die
dont want to hear
rhe words it says
dont want this here
inside my head
deep inside
lies something i cant describe
it preys on fears
invades my thoughts
its voice sounds clear
inside my head

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Dark Angel

darkangel come unto me
deliver me,set me free
take me from this world, this hate
take me before it be to late
render my soul inocent
belive me insignifigant
fallen angel hear my plea
come unto and deliver me
upon thy world i am unneeded
you have seen how i am treated
with this world i am done
finaly my time has come
darkangel come unto me
deliver me,set me free
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Ana Save Me

Ana, Ana help me save me
the hunger rumbling inside me
the food is trying to tempt me
i feelmyself being tempted
please ana imso weak
lend me your strnegth
pound in my ear, ana
don't let me touch the evil
don't let me be another victom
of this temptation
it smells so sweet
please, ana, block the smell
ana! you have come
temptations slowly ading
ha! food shall never win
it is complete and pure evil
i have ana within me
se fillsme up with ease
leaving no room for you
again ana has saved me! Creative Commons License
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Just Another

Just another girl without a name
just another girl boring and plain
just another girl lost on her way
just another girl fading away

just another child shaking with fears
just another child with eyes full of tears
just another child with a pain filled heart
just another child falling apart

just another girl you dont know
just another ghost you dont see
just another child you wont remember
just another one you wont recall

just another girl standing on the corner
just another ghost that lives in no memory
just another child that knows no love
just another one whos so far gone

just another girl you dont see
shes not here anymore
that girl, that child that ghost
shes me. Creative Commons License
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Ballerina

Ballerina Ballerina
Why do tears fill up your eyes
Your beautiful
A sight to behold
Why can you not see

At lunch you push away your food
Claim not to be hungry
But I can see the hunger
Lurking in your eyes

Ballerina Ballerina
Why do tears fill up your eyes
I see you practice everyday
Till you're to weak to even stand

Your moves are already perfect
Gracefully they flow
But in your eyes they're mediocre
You cannot see your skill

Ballerina Ballerina
Why do tears fill up your eyes
Your bones show through your leotard
A dancing skeleton on stage

To early for halloween
but in the light all you can see
is a pumpkin round and grotesque

Ballerina Ballerina
Tears filling up your eyes
Your friends are begging you to eat
And still you do refuse
Condeming them to watching you
Slowly fade away Creative Commons License
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From Hell to Heaven

she sits in a corner
nobody likes her
for her each day is torture
shes waiting for an end
looking for a way out
tired of lying
tired of crying
taking the beatings
each night repeating
the game of life shes losing
pain inside is hurting
the knife her arm more cutting
watching each cut bleeding
each pill each drug shes downing
high higher shes getting
suddenly shes winning
shes bleeding hurting
out on the roof shes climbing
towards a light shes walking
shes finaly dying
walking through heavens gates
to a place where shes safe

she sat in a corner
nobody liked her
for her each day was torture
i wish id known
wish id helped her
wish id been kinder to her
wish id known her hurt
but i didnt see her hurting
didnt know inside she was dying
her arms were bleeding
or of her fathers beating
or going home alone each evning
didnt know her feelings
the drugs she was abusing
the end for her was coming
the battle she was losing
the fear and tears she was hiding
she was tired of fighting
to be good enough
and feeling she was always failing
so she gave up

shed sat in a corner
nobody had liked her
for her each day had been torture
and i hadnt known
should have helped her
should have been kinder to her
and now shes gone
her funeral casket ariving
few even bothered coming
i stand there tears streaming
i see her parents standing
but neither are crying
are they even hurting
are they as cold as the preacher praying
as there daughter in the box lying
into the ground shes sinking
the preahers words hes saying
a routine not remorsing
with her parents i am standing
but suddenly im falling
on my knees i am screaming
i know now i loved her
but its to late to tell her
to tell her someone cared

shed sat in a corner
nobody liked her
for her each day was torture
and now i know i love her
but its to late to save her
she died not knowing someone cared
i wish she was living
i wish we were hugging and kissing
i wish id saved her from her hurting
but now with god shes living
her eyes upon me watching
and im glad shes nolonger hurting
im glad that she is smiling
prehaps we'll soon be meeting
for soon i pray im leaving
never to be returning
to the heavens i am loking
every day waiting
to be with her
hold her close in my arms
give her my love

her corner is empty
im left wondering if
anyone remembers
the girl who lived in hell
until she went to heaven Creative Commons License
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November 01, 2010

Fat Butterflies Don't Fly

Butterflies are beautiful
they fly up high and free
in bright blue skies
but fat butterflies don't fly
i want to be a butterfly
to fly high and free
over all the cities and seas
but fat butterflies don't fly
butterflies are beautiful
they spread beauty wherever they fly
they put smiles on every face who sees them
but fat butterflies don't fly
i want to be a butterfly
and spread beauty wherever i go
i want to make everyone smiles
but fat butterflies don't fly
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War

Every war has sacrifice
I sacrifice nourishment
Every war has death
Death may come to me
Every war has battles
Mine rage on every moment of the day
Every war has pain
I feel it in my stomach
Every war must end
Mine will end when I depart
Every war destroys
My life testifies to such
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If I Were

If I were the Rain
I'd wash your face each day and night


If I were Lightning
I'd strike your enemies one by one


If I were Thunder
I'd wake you at danger


If I were a Tree
I'd shelter you from the merciless storm


If I were the Grass
I'd provide a soft place for you to rest


If I were the Clouds
I'd cushion your head when you were injured


If I were the Wind
I'd dry your quiet tears


If I were the Dark
I'd hide you from evil


If I were the Light
I'd show you your path, your friends, and your enemies


If I were a Storm
I'd make sure you know I love you. Creative Commons License
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Winter Morning

The way the morning light shines
on the frosted grass fields
so they glitter and sparkle
this cold winter morning


the way the snow falls
on streets and buildings
and melts on my skin
this white winter morning


the way the air smells
of fires and wintergreen
lifting, enlightening my senses
this sweet winter morning. Creative Commons License
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The Kiss

His eyes shone into the night,
his arms-wrapped around me
his warmth radiated off his skin
his breath white in the cold air-
he smiles down at me-
and I look up at him
with cat like eyes
then rest my head
upon his warm chest.
I listen and I hear
his kind sweet heart
beating a strong beat.
my lips form a soft smile
I look back up into his eyes
"I love you" I say
"I love you too" he replies
his lips-brush mine-softly
we kiss lovingly. Creative Commons License
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September 05, 2010

Prisoner

unedited unreviewed rough draft

a prisoner in this cell
but the guard is away.
so i build up my strength
and ignore all the pain
but a dream invades my sleep
and a scream escapes my mouth
back, runs the guard
and opens the door.
her boots echo in the cell
as she pulls me off the cot
and her fists hammer my body
her feet attack my skin
theres nothing i can do
but let her beat me up again
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Disgrace

not reviewed or edited yet. this the rough draft



in the mirror, a refelection
of a talentless girl
who will never be perfect;
shes not good enough.
the mirror writtes
fat all over her body
the mirror screams
shes nasty and ugly
the mirror points
at all of her flaws
the mirror laughs
at how stupid she is
and it says girl
ur rotten and foul
and your hair is a mess
ur nose is too crooked
ur cheeksare too fleshy
and look here my dear
youll never be pretty.
and a tear rolls down
her too fleshy cheek
past her crooked nose
and lands on the floor
the mirror laughs
and goes on
those shoulders are small
but to far apart
and he bones beneath ur neck
are covered in fat
ur chest is to distanced
ur ribcage to wide
ur arms are flabby
wave hello
but they wont say goodbye
and your hands looks swelled
and the whole yuckyness
sticks to the shoulder
the mirror stops
for a moment just for a breath
then comments on the middle
it finds so obese
it says what are you doing
playing the role
of a fat pot bellied pig
in your highschool play?!!!??
good god its discusting
good grief your so obese
and those hips oh those hips
with layers of fat
and oh my your bottom
could fill up three chairs
and the thighs are so wide
they need three more chairs
 they rub together when you walk
and jiggle like jello
ur so fat!!!
where are your knees?
maybe under all that fat
while your calves
our as big as a cow
theyve sucked in your ankles
and rest on your feet
my god you fat bitch
your past hope
your obese
go sit on your butt
and watch more tv
kee[ stuffing your face
you fat little pig
your such a lazy bum
you sit there all day
its made you what youve become
a sickening sight
a terrible fright
an obese pot bellied pig
or a whale on the beach
that ate one bit too much
you fat little bitch
get out my face
im gunna be sick
if i keep seeing your face
take that fat body
take it away
i dont want to see it
YOUR SUCH A DISGRACE!!!
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Cards On The Window (version one)

cards on the window
flowers in a vase
a girl in a bed
with a child like face

the monitors beep
the oxygen flows
her pulse is weak
her bones all show
she hadnet eaten in so long
she puked everyday
she knew it was wrong
but saw no other way
she cut up her wrist
to add to the pain
clenching her fist
in fear and disdane
but her body couldnt take it
and so it gave up
she fainted in class
and wouldnt wake up

cards on the window
flowers in a vase
a girl in a bed
with a child like face

now a nurse checks her vitals
he boyfriend holds her hand
a few friends are there
near he rthey stand
pain in their faces
fear in their eyes
tears fall,one paces
and all of them cry
outside the rain ours
a sad and gloom day
the church bells ring
and everyone prays
her bf whispers in her ear
telling her to hang on
with his voice full of fear
he hums her favorite song
thouggh in a coma she lies
he knows she can hear
inside she fights to stay alive
he watches his love

cards on the window
flowers in a vase
a girl in a bed
with a child like face

the monitors beep
the oxygen flows
shes no longer asleep
tears down her face flow
she holds her loves hand
refuses to let go
beside her he stands
shell live an dhe knows
he hugs her gently
tells her he loves her
she hugs him back weakly
she loves him to

and cards on the window
flowers in a vase
a girl in a bed
with a child like face


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Cards On the Window (version two)

cards on the window
flowers in a vase
a girl in a bed
with a child like face

the monitors beep
the oxygen flows
her pulse is weak
her bones all show
she hadnet eaten in so long
she puked everyday
she knew it was wrong
but saw no other way
she cut up her wrist
to add to the pain
clenching her fist
in fear and disdane
but her body couldnt take it
and so it gave up
she fainted in class
and wouldnt wake up

cards on the window
flowers in a vase
a girl in a bed
with a child like face

now a nurse checks her vitals
he boyfriend holds her hand
a few friends are there
near he rthey stand
pain in their faces
fear in their eyes
tears fall,one paces
and all of them cry
outside the rain ours
a sad and gloom day
the church bells ring
and everyone prays
her bf whispers in her ear
telling her to hang on
with his voice full of fear
he hums her favorite song
thouggh in a coma she lies
he knows she can hear him
day after day
he watches his love

cards on the window
flowers in a vase
a girl in a bed
with a child like face

the monitors beep
the oxygen flows
her heart doesnt beat
her blood doesnt flow
her wish came true
she finaly died
her life is through
shes in heaven now
but her bf cries
he starts to scream
the darkening skies
please let this be a dream
he grabs her hand
holds it tight
doesnt want ot let go
as the nurse tries cover her up
and take her away


cards on the window
flowers in a vase
a girl in a bed
with a child like face

the funneral arrives
her love just stands
wishing she were alive
as he breaks down and cries
in the rain by her grave
her true love remains
her, he couldnt have
but without her life wasnt the same
so he dug a hole
beside her grave
six feet down total
and he lay down

and cards on the wondow
flowers in a vase
an empty bed
with sheets of lace


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