Open Mic

I have tics... not the little black bugs that live in the water, those are spelled T-I-C-K. The tic I'm talking about is spelled T-I-C. A tic is an involentary, sudden, rapid, recurrent, stereotyped, motor or vocal involvement. In other words a tic is a movement or sound that the body makes that can not be controled. I have tics because I have Tourette's Syndrome, a very misunderstood and misdiagnosed disorder. Most people think that Tourette's is just about swaering, but in reality it's not. Tics can be something as small as the blink of an eye to something as complex as throwing yor hands down while stomping your right foot and making the t sound. Trying to hold it in is liek trying to put a cap on a running hose. But eventually the hose will either have to break or will crack at the edges. Even though it cause a lot of physical effort, like trying not to blink, even though it makes it very difficult for me to pay attention, and even though I know that some people will be okay with my tourette's I hold it in. I hold it in because I find it embarrasing that I have to kiss dogs on their forheads, embarasing that I shake my whole body, and afraid because I know that there are still some people who are out there, who eill not understand and accept me. The will say to me "O well I've never noticed it before so it must not be a very bad case" or "Oh well why don't you just stop." to me that is like telling somebody who needs a wheelchair to move around " Hey just get up and walk". It just soesn't work that way. Now some of you, even right now, may be saying to yourselves, "Oh well I've never seen him act like this before, so he must not really have it." Well let me tell you, I do have it. I am only being more ticy right now because I feel uncomfortable. And that makes my tourettes worse. Let me just say one more thing, and I know that i am not just saying this for myself but for the thousands of people who stand behind me that also suffer from tourette's, and the millions out there that have any sort of mentall, physical, or emotional  Handicap, even thought I do not act or function like you do, that doesn't mean that i don't feel emotionally like you do!

Friendship's Field

Ordinary World: Iris is a tom-boy. She is 11 and so she does not have to work on the farm yet. She runs around playing all day long. She pretends that she is a Scottish soldier. She plays pranks on her sister. "You have an amazing imagination Ira." Her real name is Iris, but she hates it.
Call to Adventure: Ira's dad hires some mexican families to help out on the farm.
Refusal to Call: Ira and her sisters do not really want to have Mexican families around because it will be the source of fights.
Meeting with the Mentor: Ira meets Oscar, one of the helpers on the farm, he teaches her to accept all people.
Crossing the Threshold: Ira plays with Oscar everyday. "This is my new friend Oscar." They become good friends.
Tests, Allies, Enemies: Kids in the town are mean to Ira and Oscar. "I wouldn't bring him out in public if I were you."
Approach: Kids pick on her, but she is still nice to Oscar, and stands up for him.
Ordeal: Oscar's older brother gets ran over bu Todd.
Reward:  Ira and Oscar are still friends.
The Road Back: School starts again and she makes new friends at school. Oscar stopped playing with her and talking to her. Ira gets in a fight.
Resurrection: Oscar hears what Ira did for him and starts to play with her again. Oscars older brother is nice to Ira's older sister.
Return with Elixer: Ira and Oscar have an unforgettable and unbreakable friendship. They keep little pictures that they drew for each other forever. The are great friends even though they never see each other again.

Ordinary World

Georgie was living in an ordinary life. Georgie was a chicken, and lived everyday the same as the one before it. She woke up every morning at sunrise, and sat on after a man had collected her eggs she would peck first at the south-west corner and then move on to the south-east corner. Then she would listen to the stray cat Matilda, and gossip with her, until noon. The She would rest until dinner, and after dinner she layed her eggs, and then went to bed. Now she could have easily entered into a special world. Say, if Matilda got caught by a dog catcher or if a fox entered into the chicken coop. Or if the rooster, Bill died, but Geaorgie never thought that any of this would happen.
Then one day Everything changed... A mountain Lion came down from the mountains, and shredded the chicken coop. Georgie ran as fast as she could, and she did make it away alive, but was lost in the woods to the side of the coop. She never found her way back.

Stop and Pray

This is for the grandparents who have been forgotten, and the three year old children who just got a new baby sister and feel as if they are being neglected. This is for the boys whose fathers tell them to "be a man," and beats them and forces them to bend to their will. This is for the students who have struggles at home, and  never have time for schoolwork. Stop and pray. This is for the people who love something, but are to afraid to say it because they might get laughed at. This is for the sons whose mothers tell them that girls need more love and attention than boys do. This is for the young mothers that have cancer and are afraid of dying young, leaving behind a new family. Stop and pray, even when you feel as if the world is about to come crashing down all around you, stop and pray. This is for the man that every time he asks girls out, they always say no. This is for the girls who never get asked, and sit home crying the night of prom. This is for the kids that narrowly escaped death. Stop and pray, just stop and Pray. This is for the kids whose friends are trying to commit suicide, and for the boys that just can't go on. Stop and Pray. Stop, so that you can think about what is going on, and Pray to God that you may be helped with what you are going through. This is for the young ladies that get laughed at and get called foul names. This is for the boy whose father is an alcoholic. This is for the sister that just found out that her brother is addicted to porn. This is for the dad that never knows whether or not their little girl will be returned safely home that night. This is for the dogs that get beaten and kicked because they do not understand the human language. Stop and pray, even if you feel as if you are too low to be talking with God. Stop and pray. This is for the mother pig who gets taken away, from her newly born babies, to go and meet the light. This is for the teacher that got shot by a student that they failed. This is for  the innocent child that just can't stop it. This is for the child that gets told "do as I say and not as I do" 24/7. This is for the girl whose sister has autism. Stop and Pray. This... this is for you, and for me, and for every living creature who has ever had to struggle with something. Stop and pray.

I Keep Forgetting

I keep forgetting to remember. I keep forgetting to forgive and forget. I keep forgetting to visit that one teacher. I keep forgetting to finish anything. I keep forgetting to not judge. I keep forgetting when will we control our own lives. I keep forgetting that today is not the last day that I will see the light. I keep forgetting to sing and don't care whether or not my voice sucks. I keep forgetting to tell my mother "thank you for giving me everything." I keep forgetting that they do love me, even though they always make me feel so stupid. I keep forgetting to feed my dog. I keep forgetting to laugh and cry. I just keep forgetting. I keep forgetting to stay alive, and plow through my trials. I keep forgetting to smile. I keep forgetting that everybody dies, and not everybody lives. I keep forgetting that everybody is nice. I keep forgetting that everybody is mean. I keep forgetting that he loves me, no matter what I do, and that I just have to pray to him if I want his comfort. I keep forgetting to pray for help. I keep forgetting to forget.

Blurbs

1) I Can Tell That We are Going to be Friends
        A young boy meets a young girl when the school year starts, and they become best of friends walking to school together everyday. They have a good relationship.

2) The Cat and the Cradle
        Johnny is a little boy that wants to grow up to be just like his father. However his father never spends time with him, and when Johnny grows up he never has time for his father. Like father like son.

3) Pokemon theme song
        Ash wants to grow up the be the very best pokemon trainer. He feels that it is his destiny to caathc all off the pokemon, and it is his cause to train them all. When he teams up with his pikachu, he knows that someday he wwill become the best trainer ever.

4) The Wise Man and the Foolish Man
        Sam, a wise man builds his house upon a firm foundation, a rock. Meanwhile Tom, a foolish man, builds his house upon a weak foundation, the sand. Then one day it rains fiercely, and there is a flood. Toms house washes away, while Sams haouse stays strong.

5) Once There was a Snowman
        Gandolfo, a friendly snowman was built one evening just before sunset. However the next day the weather gets very warm from the sun, will Gandolfo the snowman survive? Next door, Daisy, a tulip is just as seedling, and when she feels the warmth, she grows and grows to be as tall as she can be.

Sixer

2 Songs

Title: A Poor Wayfaring Man of Grief

1. A poor wayfaring man of grief
Hath often crossed me on my way,
Who sued so humbly for relief
That I could never answer Nay:
I had not power to ask his name,
Whither he went or whence he came;
Yet there was something in his eye
That won my love, I know not why.

2. Once when my scanty meal was spread,
He entered; not a word he spake;
Just perishing for want of bread;
I gave him all: he blessed it, brake;
And ate, but gave me part again;
Mine was an angel's portion then,
For while I fed with eager haste,
The crust was manna to my taste.

3. I spied him where a fountain burst
Clear from the rock; - his strength was gone;
The heedless water mocked his thirst,
He heard it, saw it, hurrying on:
I ran and raised the sufferer up,
Thrice from the stream he drained my cup,
Dipped and returned it running o'er;
I drank, and never thirsted more.

4. 'Twas night, the floods were out, it blew
A winter hurricane aloof;
I heard his voice abroad, and flew
To bid him welcome to my roof:
I warmed, I clothed, I cheered my guest,
I laid him on my couch to rest,
Then made the earth my bed, and seemed
In Eden's garden while I dreamed.

5. Stript, wounded beaten, nigh to death,
I found him by the highway side;
I roused his pulse, brought back his breath,
Revived his spirit, and supplied
Wine, oil, refreshment; he was healed;
I had, myself, a wound concealed,
But from that hour forgot the smart,
And peace bound up my broken heart.

6. In prison I saw him next, - condemned
To meet a traitor's doom at morn;
The tide of lying tongues I stemmed,
And honoured him mid'st shame and scorn:
My friendship's utmost zeal to try,
He asked - if I for him would die;
The flesh was weak, my blood ran chill,
But the free Spirit cried, "I will."

7. Then in a moment to my view,
The stranger started from disguise;
The tokens in his hands I knew,
My Saviour stood before mine eyes;
He spake - and my poor name he named. -
"Of me thou hast not been ashamed.
"These deeds shall thy memorial be;
"Fear not, thou didst them unto me."

Plot: A man gives service to another man that he often comes across.
Character: 2 men, but one man is symbolic of many different men.
Conflict: A man convicted of treason asks the first man to take his place at the execution
Theme: Doing service, even unto the lowest men, is doing it unto God.
Setting: the setting is in different places like; a river, a house, a jail. Also it is a long time ago.


Title: Lullaby by Jack Johnson

When you're so lonely lying in bed
Night's closed it's eyes but you can't rest your head
Everyone's sleeping all through the house
You wish you could dream but forgot to somehow
Sing this lullaby to yourself
Sing this lullaby to yourself
And if you are waiting, waiting for me
Know I'll be home soon darling I guarantee
I'll be home Sunday just in one week
Dry up your tears if you start to weep
And sing this lullaby to yourself
Sing this lullaby to yourself
Lullaby, I'm not nearby
Sing this lullaby to yourself
Don't you cry, no don't you cry
Sing this lullaby to yourself
Cause when I arrive dear it won't be that long
No it won't seem like anytime that I've been gone
It ain't the first time it won't be the last
Won't you remember these words to help the time pass?
So when you're so lonely lying in bed
Night's closed it's eyes but you can't rest your head
Everyone's sleeping all through the house
You wish you could dream but forgot to somehow
Sing this lullaby to yourself
Sing this lullaby to yourself
Sing this lullaby, sing this lullaby
Sing this lullaby to yourself 

Plot: A man is far away from his lover or his child and is singing her a song to comfort her when she feels alone. 
Character: the singer and his lover or child
Conflict: they are far away from each other and are feeling lonely
Theme: sing a "lullaby" to ease your loneliness and pain
setting: when the guy is gone

I know that sometimes I chase cats and it seems for no apparent reason, but it is really just cause I want to give them a big hug!

Jealousy

I think that Rudyard Kipling knew what he was doing when he wrote the poem "If". It Reminds me a lot about some of the simple truths that I found out on my own and would have like to have been told. Although I doubt that I would have listened to them all if I had been told them. It sounds like the kind of poem that a father gives to to his troubled sun, followed by hugs from the whole family. like this picture!( being smothered by the ones you love, and not enjoying it, but afterward knowing that they did it because they loved you and being grateful for it)

I really like the line "If you can bear the truth you've spoken." The line really touched me, and reminded me that I am going to have to bear everything I say, and do, and if it is something negative it will only weigh me down more instead of trying to lift me up. I think that it was a very well written poem, and I am jealous that I do not have that much skill.

I like hippos

Complaints

I am tired. I'm tired of people who think that they are so much better than everybody else, when in reality they are far from that. I'm tired of not being able to wake up in the mornings. I tired of trying to squeeze into societies little square. I'm tired of worrying about what she might think about me. I'm tired of the mistrust. I'm tired. I'm tired of this longer winter and waiting for the happiness of Spring to come and end my dreary state, and yet I'm tired that I know that I can control my own season's and I spend much more time in fall and winter than in spring and summer. I'm tired of not having all the legos I want, to be able to build my best creation. I'm tired of my dog not coming when I call her. I'm tired of being ignored. I'm tired of pain. I'm tired. I'm tired of not being in complete control. I'm tired of unfulfilled wishes. I'm tired of being tired. I am tired.

What is love?

Love is singing until you lose your voice. Love is loving the love of the people you love. Love is thinking, stopping, mastering, going, listening, and helping. Love is serving the unserved. Love is dying, and love is living. Love is watching, and letting them do it for themselves and not shoving them into it. Love is crying all night long with her. Love is playing your last song. Love is following, more loyal than a dog. Love is begging for forgiveness, and love is forgiving. Love is remembering. Love is never alone, and love is always alone. Love is undying. Love is following in the master's footsteps. Love is mysterious.

What would I do?

What would I do if I was at the grocery store, and a man came up to me and said he was from the FBI, then he told me that there was a woman, and that she had kidnappe a baby and he needed me to go retrieve the baby for him?
I would go get the baby from the women and then go hide in the gardening section of the store, cause it is a wal-mart. I call the police so they can come and make sure that the FBI dude is not a fraud. The I use my Kung Fu to keep everybody away from me, and I run to the doll section. I replace the baby with a doll and give the man and the lady eash a doll. They, at first, do not notice that it is only a doll and start to leave.
Then I run back to the real baby, but the baby is gone. I go to the lost and found box. I find the banby in it and then run to the bicycle section. I take a bicycle and ride around the store. I am too fast for the FBI dude and the lady. then the police come and sort it all out, then I do my grocery shopping and go home.

Owls are AWESOME!!!

Boulevard of Broken Dreams

I walk alone, I walk alone. I walk along a dirt road leading to the city. In the city I am shoved and kicked by all of the people hustling and bustling about me, but I still walk alone. Nobody hears my pleas for help or my shouts to move.
I walk alone, I walk alone. It is snowing and their is pure silence. I see a broken down truck in front of an old burned down house. There is still a little amber glowing from the recent fire. I see a snow angel in the front yardbeginning to be covered up by the new falling snow, never to be thought of again.
I walk alone, I walk alone. I see broken dreams. I walk alone and even my thoughts leave me on hold, with a song to replace them.

Thinking About You

I'm thinking about you like dogs think about cats, like cats think about sleep, and like stories think  about words. I'm thinking about you like onions think about crying and jokes think about laughter. I am thinking about you like crazy. I'm thinking about you like mail thinks about mailing, like songs think about singing, like rolls think about rolling, like locks think about locking, like rings think about... diamonds I'm thinking about you like A thinks about Z, in that A loves Z, but A knows that Z will never love him back. I'm thinking about you like The earth thinks about the sky. Always hopeful that sky will meet it, but the earth is just too low for that. I am thinking about you like and owl thinks about eyeballs. Like fire thinks about gas. I am thinking about you like crazy!

Direct Orders

 Rock Out...
as if you sust got a new puppy
as if found out that Pokemon actually existed
as if you just won one million dollars
as if you chose the right way and did not look back
as if you just got pulled over, but the police man doesn't give you a ticket
as if she just forgave you
as if your dog followed you around and not anybody else
as if every other person on the earth all turned into dogs and you were their master
as if you fell off of the Ferris Wheel, and landed on the bouncy house
as if you were free of sin
as if you were the last person on earth and no one would make fun of you
as if you just had a grilled cheese sandwich and Tomato Soup
as if you were in complete control of your emotions
as if you had no homework
as if she just said yes
as if you finally knew for sure what your favorite color was
as if you finally finished your essay
as if everyone was your best friend
as if you just got the superpower to fly and didn't have to pay for plane tickets anymore
as if you just found out that there was colored telivision
as if it was your very last day
as if you just found out how to turn yourself into a dog
as if you just rode a seahorse across the ocean

My introduction....

 Once upon a time there was a little lad who took a creative writing class and had to create a blog, so now this is my blog.
I love dogs, sewing, crafts, and cooking. I like to do a great many things. I love movies expecially Lark rise to Candleford!
I think that it is so important for us all to be creative in order to be able to express emotions in ways where people may or may not always notice.