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shevyshakes
12 September 2009 @ 02:39 pm
Words can be used to express what your mind can dream
also to repress thoughts and someone elses means
"The pen is mightier than the sword" it may seem
Violance, killing the body, and soul still be free
Words can attack the soul, and ruin all it can be.

If you were to verbalize what is in your head this instance
Are they meant to hinder
Or a phrase of of assistance.

 
 
shevyshakes
02 August 2009 @ 12:45 am
So I've been in California for quite a while now, about a week I think. Its nice and certainly not as hot as Arizona which is always a plus 120* is just not my cup of tea.

However so far I seem to be doing the same things here as I do at home which is no fun to be quite honest.

I really want to go visit the zoo and go to the beach! Something exciting, sitting here is no fun at all. :/ However my family seems to be getting more family-time in which is really great. Everyone seems quite a bit happier which is all good ^_^ We even ate dinner together and watched a movie and played card games!

I should be doing my summer homework but I've yet to put a dent in it at all. At least I have the book now though. Ugh. I'm not looking forward to it.
I really want to make a Youtube video right now but its too late and I might wake people up talking. This house is awfully small, unlike home where I can talk in my room and not be heard.

I feel odd. I'm really happy I guess, but at the same time, when I start thinking about how I'm happy, I start to feel depressed. I don't know. Ho hum.
Staying positive is best I suppose. : )

(I actually made a proper blog, SHWWEEEET)

 
 
Current Location: Chula Vista
Current Mood: artistic
Current Music: Cold war kids
 
 
shevyshakes
21 June 2009 @ 06:57 pm
Porceline skin.
Eyes stare bluntly looking for something to taste
Fabrics turn together in a melodic time step
The feet twist and glide landing in first position
New starts and premeirs
Simoltaniously erasing the the fumbles of your last lifes dance
The judges keep forward pondering and piecing your work
Eyes searching your sould looking for the insecurity to keep you down
Ages of time pass and the final judgment dawns upon
signs raise in progression direction of your reading
No answer and the dance never stops
Eyes staring bluntly ahead, spotting, as not to get lost.


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Okay. About this poem, I wrote, and how I interpret it.
The whole thing is a girls audition. Her audition is a metaphor for life.
Shes dancing and working and trying her best, and each new step is another towards her future, another blotting out the things in her past she is ashamed of.
Meanwhile people look and judge how shes dancing and picking apart her faults because they are too blind to work on their own. (how she is living her life, and pursuing her passion, dance = symbolizing passion) They keep judging but she continues her dance and works through her heart, not through her bruised pride.

Finally it comes the time for the judges to review their scores and hold up their signs, but they are blank. Because in the end you never have anything else but what you grasp. It doesn't matter what they say anyway, its just you on your stage. There is no answer to the audition and the dancing never stops, life continues.

And the last line, if you know dancing, you know spotting is used while you dance, to keep your eyes focused so that you don't get dizzy or a headache. It means to keep your eyes set on your goal, your passion, and not get side tracked by frivolous things.


 
 
shevyshakes
02 June 2009 @ 06:07 am
    It is summer finally for which I am thankful. However my summers are usually all rather uneventful. So far I have successfully turned nocturnal and also, If there was a class on how long you can go without washing your hair I believe I would ace this class. I just took a nice long shower and was able to sing in it and other such shower nonsense. Also, my face broke out like made an this makes me want to HULLLLLLK SMASHHHHHHHHH.  Ho Hum Pigs Bum. I just have to get back on it washing it regularly. I love Korean pop music, it seriously pwns American pop music. Lacey and I had wonderful conversations last night, about machines, tampons, sizes of randomness, and Asian’s noises. It was quite a stimulating conversation haha. I love Lacey and such she is amazingly epic. Even if she might get raped by Zach and claim that s my d meant serve my dinner. Makes sense to me yo. So yep, by, I might vlog later, or do a monologue video, this is how the cookie crumbles. Bye bye LJ
 
 
shevyshakes
02 June 2009 @ 05:51 am
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WRITING ONE RIGHT NOW. BE BACK SHORTLY.
 
 
 
shevyshakes
01 June 2009 @ 07:11 pm
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shevyshakes
26 May 2009 @ 07:36 pm
Hum. I realized I fear commitment to things.
 
 
shevyshakes
12 May 2009 @ 07:27 pm
BIT OF MY BOOK. 2.
    I navigated slowly through the cobblestone hallway by myself. I had two options
a) Snotty head mistress lead me to my dorm. b) Use a map and hope I don’t get lost. I think we know the obvious answer in this particular situation. As I continued on my ‘journey’ wind whipped at my ankles. Threaded along the walls was bountiful shrubbery and spirited banners of school colors. Both weaved together existing as one.
    At this point I was in my dorm building, walking while holding my book tucked into my arms and map in my face, I managed to find myself becoming more acquainted with a stone wall than I have ever imagined. Luckily, It was the wall to my room. “Finally,” I let out a sigh of relief “Like Billy S. said, ‘All the worlds a stage,’” A voice came from behind me. “And all the men and woman are merely players. You like Shakespeare?” I turned on a pivot to notice a guy standing behind me with a welcoming look on his face. “You dropped this, came to help you out.” He had a warming smile that swept across like butter, as if it was nothing. “Thanks, I, uh, here!” I promptly grabbed my book back and tried to unlock my door. First attempt, failed. Second attempt? You guess. Three minutes later, we were both still standing there, and I was acting as a fool, by now I had my leg on the door for leverage and I was leaning back pulling on the handle, and he was behind me still stifling a laugh. “Euhm, do you need a hand there?” His voice shocked me in my state of frantic behavior and I jumped back landing on my ass and pushing up the carpet that was in front of the door. “I suppose you could say that…” I replied. He took a step towards the door, put the key in, and twisted it to a forty-five degree angle and gave the handle a slight jiggle. To my complete shock the door actually opened, this was really not fair.


 
 
shevyshakes
12 May 2009 @ 03:34 pm


PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE VOTE
 
 
shevyshakes
11 May 2009 @ 05:41 pm
I am a young writer and I am looking to hone my skills in an enjoyable manner. This community has a lot of great qualities to utilize and I would like to do so. I would love to read new and developing stories from other members, which is a great mutualism! I can hone my skills from soaking up critiques while doubling in helping other members and learning from reading and soaking in other people's influences and styles.

Please consider me as a new member of your great community. :)


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