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A Difficult Subject

http://www.nytimes.com/2008/06/26/washington/26scotuscnd.html?pagewanted=1&_r=1&hp

I found this today on the front page of the New York Times, and at first it shocked me. How could the Supreme Court be so liberal on such a heinous crime like rape (and I'm a liberal myself). I don't think giving someone the death penalty for raping a child is in any way unconstitutional. First of all, it's rape for christ's sake. How is robbing a child of their innocence or violating someone's body any less damaging or horrifying than murder (other than the death part)?

However, as I continued to read I realized isn't life in prison with out parole just as bad if not worse than the death penalty? I mean, this is kind of harsh, but at least with the death penalty...you 're dead. Yes there's the horror of knowing you're going to die, but at least then the torment would end. Life with out parole is just a never ending torture. You live in a disgusting, tiny, inhabitable little cell, all by yourself, with no one to talk to other than the guard who escorts you. And you have to live, every day, with the memory of your mistake and wishing it never happened, and thanks to you're stupidity, you may as well be in hell.

Of course, there is the deranged criminal who has no feeling or soul, so either way doesn't make a difference because either A) they want to be dead, or B) they have no shame. I don't really know what I'm trying to say with this one, only I guess that with some it probably wouldn't matter. Thus the idea that life with out parole is bad or worse is irrelevant since it wouldn't matter?

But, again on the pro side of this court ruling, as one of the people interviewed mentioned in the article, removing the possibility of the death sentence removed the victim's wait for the punishment to go underway. Thus it removes the tension and drama of the whole process. Instead the case is over and you know that those conditions could start immediately. There isn't this constant reminder that the criminal who hurt you or your child still has yet to receive their proper punishment. That is, if you think life in jail with out parole is good enough of a punishment in your opinion.

However, there's still the factor that possibly this criminal has committed numerous sex offenses and other such crimes in the past. With all of the damage they've done to numerous people and/or children, I especially don't think that the death penalty is unconstitutional. This person has ruined so many people's lives that they may as well deserve to be on death row.

Awesome Video

This is such a clever video. At first you think it's just going to be one of those corny videos about how great the world is and whatnot. But it gives a great little twist at the end :P Enjoy!

http://youtube.com/watch?v=P1xLRJY6III&feature=related

Poci

So, a few months ago a friend of mine gave me this plushie as a gift (no special occasion, just wanted to give me a souvenir). It's a plushie of a pokemon in the current series (I don't play the game anymore, but I have too many friends who do :P ) called Piplup. However, I prefer its Japanese name, Pochama. But, that name's kinda long. So, I'm calling him Poci (poe-ki) :D I'm not really into Pokemon anymore, but I still think Poci is absolutely adorable (plus he's soft and squishy!) You'll be seeing a lot of him from now on :D

Here's Poci

Poci with a box of tissues...they were just there, I figured I'd use them as a prop :D

Poci being silly :P

Poci being tired of being silly :P

Me napping with Poci :D

The Truth of A Rose

Sorry for posting nothing the past few months. I've been really busy. So here's a poem I wrote a while ago (please critique!!)

A rose is a rose is just a rose
A stem with some petals
A pretty scented thing

And oh! how it is so dearly praised
The representation
Of love, of affection

But that's all it is, a mere symbol
'Tis not the love you share
'Tis not the one you love

I wish to love not with roses
But with my soul, with heart
For that is truly love

Help Only Hurts

Sorry for the corny title, I can't think of anything else at the moment. And sorry for not posting for so long. I've been busy and haven't been able to think of anything :P Anyway, here 's another poem ...

I try to help you
Instead I hurt you

I try to comfort you
Instead I torment you

I try to dry your tears
Instead I make them pour

I try to relieve the heartache
Instead I make it bleed

I try to make you see
Instead you only see your pain

I try to help you
But you'll never know...

A Writer's Frustrations...

You know what's really frustrating? When you have a great idea for a short story or something, and you think and think about it, but you have to wait to get home so that you have a pen and paper to write it on. So, by the time you get home, you forgot half of what you thought about. And then what you're writing all of the sudden looks like shit, even though it was a marvelous idea!!!! It drives me insane!! I had this great idea the other day to write a short story based off of my poem "The Storm". It would be a short simulation of how a storm grows and brews, and after it's done its worse, it recedes, but still leaves "the clouds". I was thinking about it in the car on my way to my grandparent's house, but I couldn't write it down until I got there being that my notebook and pen were in my bag in the trunk! I get to my grandparents house, I start writing as fast as possible, and I forgot half of my ideas, and now I actually have to sit and try really really hard to come up with something that actually sounds good now! Grrrrrrr!!!!!!!!!!

The Storm

I know, I need a better title, but I'll think of one later. This poem isn't my favorite, but I wanted to experiment with this idea and with a different measure pattern. The last three words are supposed to be on a slant so that it looks like the words are falling, but this won't let me do that for whatever reason. So it doesn't look the way it should either, but I still want criticism!!!!! Please!!!!!!!

The calm after the storm
Never comes when needed
Always waits for damage to ensue

The roar of thunder
Pounds through all the chaos
Never leaving a moments peace

Skies darken with anger
Rain pours o'er land and sea
And there's no room left for sunlight

Trees bend to the winds
Waves crash out of control
There is not fighting this nightmare

For it will keep howling
It will beat on you
And won't stop 'till it's satisfied

It does not know mercy
It does not care for pleas
But it knows just how to break you

So we endure the pain
As we tremble and wait
For the calm
after
the
storm

A Last Goodbye

This I started writing a few months ago...it's very personal to me...and I don't think I'll ever quite finish it. But, it's a start, and I'd like some comments/tips. Thanks!

What can I say
Would it make a difference
You wouldn’t hear anyway
Now you’re off in the distance
In places I don’t know
In time you may show
But now it’s all over
I won’t be seeing you anymore

What can I do
In an empty space
I think of you
But I can't seem to find a trace
It's not the same
Yet who's to blame
They say you're with me
But how can it be
When I can't see
You're face

It's all a dream but I'm not sleeping
It's all unreal and yet it's true
In all my rage, I loved you
I just hope you knew

Broadway Shocker

I hadn't read the NYTimes in a while, so when I found this I was in SHOCK. I knew that playwrites had a strike this week against producers, but I had no idea how widespread the issue was.
But, I really to give the unions a lot of credit for putting their foot down. I can't imagine it being easy. I mean, artists already have a hard enough time making money and getting stable incomes, and now they're refusing to work just so that their voices are heard. I hope a lot of good comes out of this...that a compromise is made and producers stick to it.
http://www.nytimes.com/2007/11/11/nyregion/12broadwaycnd.html?ex=1352523600&en=7ca794934f253d4e&ei=5124&partner=permalink&exprod=permalink

Ponderings

As I was looking through my list of saved quotes, I found one in particular that I never understood. Well, I understand it, but I don't get what makes it so special...

"If this is coffee, please bring me some tea; but if this is tea, please bring me some coffee" - Abraham Lincoln

If someone could explain to me the logic or purpose behing these words, I would love you forever :D

S.O.R.R.Y.

This one was actualy inspired by Elton John's song "Sorry Seems to Be the Hardest Word". I hope you like it ;) ...

Sorry, such a small word for feelings that run
so deep

Sorry, how did we come up with something so brief
for things needing so much description?

Sorry, how do you say it in a tempest of angered emotions
and splintered love?

Sorry, how do you explain it so depths are truly
understood?

Sorry, what must I do to show my apologies mean more
than a word?

*must I remind you, BE HONEST!!!*

Love's Bounds

I felt like posting another poem up (a sonnet, actually)...because I'm bored and I can't focus on my homework :P Besides, it's a happy one! So those of you who read my earlier post can cheer up after that teargerker ;)

I think of you because you’re all I see.
I dream of you because you’re all I want.
No, you’re all I desire, but aye me,
The sun rises and sets, and new days taunt
With displeasures or lure with excitements.
Yet my heart’s drums still only beat your name
In the icy chill of loneliness. Once
I was shy and plain, now my heart’s as tame
As a horse in lush fields. But, however
Wide those pastures are, my love’s so endless
No scholar can ever give it measure.
Free horses are, but my love’s so boundless
Skies can’t bind me. Worlds may take you away
To their ends, but my love will hold no sway.

*as always, critisizms, critisizms, CRITISIZMS!*

Tears

Here's another poem I wrote a while back. But, I warn you, it's a sad one...

What tears are made of I cannot guess
I knew, but it's now a mess

What are dreams I can't convieve
I've nothing to believe

Please wake up, it must be a dream
And I just want to scream

Yet look around, I'm all broken
My tears are my only token

PRETTY FLOWERS!

I was looking through my photos when I found these pretty things :D













I took these photos in Monet's garden...I think...about a year ago. I seem to gravitate towards purpley-pinkish colored flowers, don't I? ...well that's kindof funny...I hate pink

Time

This poem I'm still working on, too. Especially the ending, I can't figure out how to end it! I wouldn't mind a little help, though ;)

Tick Tock, Tick Tock

It's quite a shock

To see we're locked

In time and clocks

Tick Tock, Tick Tick

Hand's constant flick

But don't be tricked

There's change in clicks

Joy is fleeting

Sorrow's staying

Life's great timing?

Dissapointing

Tick Tock, Tick tock

Oh what a shock

We've got us locked

In time and clocks

*What do we think? Good? Bad? BE HONEST!*

The Game

This is a poem I wrote a while back for an English assignment, and afterwords I edited it and changed it around. Like anything else, it still needs work, but I thought it was good enough to post onto here :P

All the world's a stage they say
We've our part's to play
It's a game we all must choose
One wrong turn, you lose

There are highs and there are lows
Like our beloved rose
Sometimes it's all petals
Sometimes the thorn settles

Be wary what path you take
Knowing that risk's at stake
So choose wisely what you be
The game brings no guarantee

*critisize it! offer suggestions! BE BRUTAL!*

A Little About Me

Well, right now I'm at a loss for words (hence "Writer's Block". ha ha!), but I guess I'll discuss a little about WHY I've created this blog. There are only two reasons, really.
1. To motivate me to finish what I start. I have god knows how many unfinished poems, short stories, and dramas I have in my notebook. I'd be nice if they could be DONE so that people can actually read them!!
2. Not to sound morbid or anything, but my father passed away a few weeks ago, and I'm trying to find as many distractions as I can. Don't worry, I'm not going to start posting ramblings about whatever psychological issues are going on in my head - that would be giving a little too much info - but I need to do as many things as possible to keep me from being depressed all the time.

On a lighter note, I'll be posting my creative writings soon (hopefully), and I'll greatly appreciate any criticisms or comments you may have. As a writer and a performer, what others think of my work is precious to me; if I'm not entertaining my audience, I'm not doing a good job at what I love most.

...and yeah...that's all I have to say for now :P I'll keep ya "posted".