Tuesday, February 15, 2005

   HEY SRY I WAS GONE
hey ppl!!!!! i know you missed me!! lol ive not posted for awhile. lol well im single, school is the same as usual and i like this dude named Chris Riely. lol My music is going strong, and ive written over 20 songs. but the reason i dont post is bc no one ever comments!!!!!!! lol theres just no point you know??? lol i luv u all please commment more and i promise to post more often.

*~*~*Sweetness*~*~*
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Sunday, January 23, 2005

   my little poems
read these!

This Is The Life

Making Mistakes
But not paying the toll
Living on Rock
Because thats how we roll
Smoking it up
And drinking it down
Getting in cars
And fooling around
Always in trouble
For beating up jerks
this is the life
and thats how it works.

Mask Of Lies

laying on the floor
wishing i had more
of the life
i hoped be worth wild
cant do anything still a child
god damnit
i hate this shit
i try and hide
keep it all inside
ignore every scream every yell
I hate living
in this f***ing hell
I want to just run
and never look back
But strength right now
is something i lack
Do you want me to be
like i used to be?
slowly kill myself
like i did before
While always hating it
wanting more more
they dont understand
but neither do you
about how much pain
you've put me through
now thier coming
so i'll hide these emotions
thats right nobody knows
not even my friends
i cant beleive you did this to me
I blame you, but also me
I dont know when this will end
but i'll tell you later
here comes my friend
put on my mask
and start telling lies
while someone deep inside of me
starts to cry.
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Thursday, January 20, 2005

   my little eventful day!
HEYA peoples! I HAVE A BOYFRIEND! yep his name is Chris, hes a skater, and hes cute. lol yeah We've been together for three days now and every thing is perfect. Anyways, today i got FOUR freaking 0's in my History class! Thats not good! once my mom sees that shes going to kill me! My friend Robert got caught looking at porn on the school computers and i told a Po Po to " F**K OFF!" but im really a nice person! he he he
thats about it for today.

im listening to Adams Song by blink 182
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Monday, January 17, 2005

  
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   pix of the King

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   HAPPY MARTIN LUTHER KING DAY!!!!!
IT IS THE SECOUND MOST IMPORTANT NATIONAL HOLIDAY EVER!!!!!!

It is MArtin Luther King Jr. Day!

He is like the coolest guy in the world! He is the King of Kings. HE ROCKS! I love this dude. And what i love more was awesome speech he gave at the Lincoln Memorial in Washington D.C. on August 28, 1963.

Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of captivity. But one hundred years later, we must face the tragic fact that the Negro is still not free.

One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languishing in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land.

So we have come here today to dramatize an appalling condition. In a sense we have come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir.

This note was a promise that all men would be guaranteed the inalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check which has come back marked "insufficient funds." But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation.

So we have come to cash this check -- a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice. We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to open the doors of opportunity to all of God's children. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood.

It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment and to underestimate the determination of the Negro. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights.

The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges. But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.

We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. we must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force.

The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny and their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom.

We cannot walk alone. And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" we can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the Negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.

I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.

Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair. I say to you today, my friends, that in spite of the difficulties and frustrations of the moment, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal." I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slaveowners will be able to sit down together at a table of brotherhood. I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a desert state, sweltering with the heat of injustice and oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice. I have a dream that my four children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character. I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day the state of Alabama, whose governor's lips are presently dripping with the words of interposition and nullification, will be transformed into a situation where little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls and walk together as sisters and brothers. I have a dream today. I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together. This is our hope. This is the faith with which I return to the South. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with a new meaning, "My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring." And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania! Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado! Let freedom ring from the curvaceous peaks of California! But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia! Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee! Let freedom ring from every hill and every molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.

When we let freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"

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Saturday, January 15, 2005

   My little love poem
If you felt the same

I spend all my days
in a complete daze
And in so many ways
I love you

Looking at guys
absorbing thier lies
and wondering why,
i love you

My words are like chalk
they wash away when i talk
I try to tell you as we walk,
I love you

Always not knowing whati should do
I'm constantly thinking of no one but you
And doutbing that this phrase is true,
I love you.

It frusturates me because its simple,
like big annoying pimple
Your the string and im the needle,
I love you.

I love you more then anything,
You are the voice
from which i sing
I love you as much as i could
Trying not to over do it
i love you as much as i should
I love you more then gestures
it's seem i cant define it
I love you more then words
i love you more then,
chocolate loves peanutbutter,
but if you felt the same way
The words "i love you" would feel so much better.

By Ayla aka Sweetpunkrocker

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Tuesday, January 11, 2005

   boys boys boys
I know that not ALL boys are bad. But a majority of them are so yeah. lol Alot of guys are just a binch of pervs who only want to get in your pants! All they think about when their telling you how great your personality is...is your boobs! Disgusting! lol Now i only partly think this way! Becaus ei have to admit sometimes i do the same thing! lol except i dont use people i just imagine them in a speedo lol jk but its seems that way with alot of guys. I took a poll. I asked all the guys i knew if most of the time i was talking to them they were just thinking about what i looked like naked? and 60% said yes! lol sooo guys are pervs! But so am i so i cant really be talking. What about you? If your a guy, Do you think about that alot while talking to your girl-freinds? And if your a girl, Do you think about your guy-friends? Or know any of yours that do? he he he i see it as Were all alittle perverted in side no maTter how much we denie it lol
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Monday, January 10, 2005

   tired
tired hungery not wanting to be up right now. lol good morning! good bye getting ready for school. ok bye bye them. (-: )-: lol


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Sunday, January 9, 2005

   a package of suckiness
man! i just found out that my best friend (well one of them) was kicked out of his house. Along with the only guy i liked in Lago his older brother Will. This really sux! Its like a package of suckiness! DAMN DAMN DAMN excuse my french but im really sad right now. He was like one of the only cool people here along with his bro. and now they have to leave! sometimes i hate my life....i gtg but yeah... I watched some movies, sat around did homework and found all that out. Thats about all i did today.
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