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Thursday, March 3, 2005


ELLO!!
hello everyone! sorry for not posting in so long i was sick for what seems forever ive been cramming for my finals reading up to get ar points practicing my lines and music for my upcoming play and worring about my boyfriend. *smiles brightly* im going to try and get to everyones site this week over spring break (yes i have no life)anyways i've got a new poem nothing much just something i threw together in a mili- sec. for lit.class! i love ya and hope you enjoy!!
-Laterz ^.~ Aiden
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Story of a stereotype life

While I grow aware of the rising darkness
My shadows run wild.
Reflections of this stereotyped life
Lived by another light
Roll like an old epoch movie
Flickering on the walls

My life was not worth much more in the end
Than a penny to nickel from a dime store fee
Just a simple recipe: 1) A pinch of glee
2) A sprinkle of tears
3) A cupful of energy
There wasn’t much to me.

I listened to this cool cat fitted with high tops, trucker hats, and Dickies slacks. Told me
“Reactionary conservatism!
Stereotyped society!
Conformity in numbers!
Be like this and be loved!
Sell your soul to be like them. Give your i.d. number - they’ll scan you in!”

Listening I realized a problem.
I had given my i.d.
Yeah I gained a confidante - I gained a love -
But I sold my dignity and respected none
So sooner or later when this phase was dead I was passed back-
Shucked into the halls of a human vintage store so it seemed

Sitting alone regaining a life I had already known
Is what I did for ages…
Till I found myself so far back -
Till I found myself here actually
Watching this old time movie,
Realizing ghosts in their shells who hide their life leads to a social genocide

A typecast stage where performers are all the same-
Who are cruel and insane only because they have to maintain
And I was one. The reason my life was to amount to none…
My life was no other definition defined than mental suicide.
I gave my pride and time to a labeled life
Masterfully lynching my personality

Projector stops and the lights are up
Still in that tipped hat, baggy slack, tight fit knit movement
Originality
Don’t flip over every trend you see
Be yourself – there’s no one else who does it quite like you do!
They don’t need another ghost in for their one type fits all shell

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