ImpatienceMy fingers slide across the edges of the buttons.Every once in awhile I'll stop and check.No change has occured.No messages have been received.I go back to my busy work.I'm on the computer or doing my homework.Then, what seems like an eternity has passed,I'll pick it up again.Two minutes?Impossible.Still no answer.Still no reply.Reluctantly i give my attention to something else,with the impatience tickling the back of my mind,as if it's waiting for me to spring.BEEP. I snatch up my phone,relieved that I finally got the message.Oh, wait.That was the microwave...And now, I'm back to waiting.
The Meaning of ArtWhat does art mean to me?It's a freedom of expressionAll of my emotionsSmearedSplatteredDrawnOn a blank canvasIt pieces together everything I amMovingBrightColorfullike the changing skiesIt tells storiespastpresentfutureof everything that existsArt is me.I am art.We are one.
Fortress of MemoriesMemoriesThey make up every fiber of my being.But the bad, they rip apart the seamsThat holds my heart together.The guilt gnaws away at my mindTelling me that I was stupid.How could I make such a foolish mistake?Letting myself create such chaos in my lifeYet they are a part of me.No matter how much I wish on a star,No matter how strong my conscious is,They always come back to me.How could my bones ache with sadness?As strong as weight on my shoulders,I feel my fortress crumbling beneath my memoriesGiving in to the pain and sadnessThen I will build my new wallFilled with giggles and laughterAnd slowly but surelyEuphoria will fillThe holeShut
EmosEmosEmo doesn't mean u cut.Emo doesn't mean ur gay.Emo doesn't mean ur suicidal.Emo isn't something u act out.Emo isn't something that can die off.Emo isn't depressed.Emo is people.Emo is free.Free to be u.Emo is....me.
GothsGoths*dont always wear black*dont worship satan*arent evil*do not want to kill people*dont hate everyone*are not always depressed*can be happy too*are usually nice people*are normal just like you!