Why do i feel bad
why do others laugh and have fun while i want to cry and waste
I've done good all my life!
I do my school work!
I don't smoke, drink or do drugs!
I respect my teachers and my parents!
I don't whore around like the popular girls at my school!
I never had a boyfriend for god's sakes!
WHY ARE THEY HAVE FUN AND LAUGHING HAVING A GOOD TIME WHEN I'M SUFFERING INSIDE!!
I'VE NEVER BULLED!
I'VE NEVER TALKED BACK!
I'M NOT RACIST NOR AM I HOMOPHOBIC!
I GET SO ANGRY WHEN PEOPLE LAUGH WHEN I KNOW THEY DO BAD THINGS!
I ASK MYSELF
WHY AM I FEELING DOWN WHEN I HAVE DONE NOTHING WRONG!
ARE THEY HAPPY!!!
when i'm not.
Rose Garden SanctuaryThere’s a place that I knew, long, long ago,More Like This
Where scarlet red roses were meant to grow.
The petals dancing, the buds held so high,
With a sense of passion that covered the sky.
This place is a garden, lively and dear,
And thorns that trickle and tickle out fear.
The sun shines, the day is lit, no heart is held fast,
The scarlet red roses are not meant to last.
The winter comes with a breath of cold chill,
With roses wilting so fragile and still.
A new world is made, a land full of frost,
The blooming red blossoms have now all been lost.
Yet, however, I hold open a flower, strong and upbeat,
Who has lived through this storm, who has conquered this feat.
With warm hands, the rose is held high,
With watery tears that make the rose cry.
The flower is here, the flower will pardon,
The dream I once had, of the scarlet rose garden.
Socially awkwardDo you know what it feels like?More Like This
To feel so socially awkward
around people that you feel
uncomfortable in your own skin,
knowing that you don't fit in.
And, you walk away...
thinking that being alone
will be better for you -
but you're wrong.
You just feel even more alone;
even more rejected from society;
perhaps even sad, in some way.
What do you do while waiting for someone?
As you wait, and wait, and wait for them -
hoping they'll come soon
lest you seem like a loner
walking aimlessly around,
causing people to pity you.
And your face gets hot,
you start to sweat because
they know -
they know of how alone you are
and they feel sorry for you.
when writers cryAwake on strong, black coffee drinksMore Like This
Words on paper, liquid ink
Dreams of pen tips, future lies
Tragic stories, quotes of the wise
Nights have carved their dark, deep valleys
In the hollows of my eyes
For you see, my friend, when writers cry
There are no tears, their cheeks are dry
But ink dipped fingers, worn out wrists
Chewed up nails and bloody fists
You see, it's strange when writers cry
Their hearts are true, their words don’t lie
They mourn in silence for a few days
Of paper cuts and tear-less haze
Of coffee mugs and smoky paper
Liquid spills, and water vapor
Sorry dreams and wasted hours
Putrid smells and dying flowers
(Torn to pieces from inside
Tears are hidden by our pride)
This Is Our PoemThis is our timeMore Like This
living our prime.
This is our light in the dark.
Let it shine.
This is our race
keeping our pace.
This is our eye of the storm.
Let it rain.
This is our knife
carving our life.
This is our love for the lost.
Let it flow.
This is our seed
planting our need.
This is our hope for the land.
Let it grow.
This is our code
writing our ode.
This is our word for the young.
Let it speak.
This is our praise
blessing our days.
This is our path through the fog.
Let it run.
This is our bone
setting our tone.
This is our warmth in the cold.
Let it burn.
This is our blood
soaking our mud.
This is our strength in the war.
Let it rise.
This is our poem
reading our tome
building our home
ending our roam.
This is our peace in the pain.
Let it be.
A lion among sheep.There are ghosts in my bloodstreamMore Like This
kissing concrete cells &
the bedroom eyes of nerve endings.
( foreign words
engraved into my marrow, birds in my chest
& wars not yet fought between my hips. )
I've taken myself apart every night
since I learned how to swallow a pen
limb by steady limb.
Passed around by grabby hands,
a sold, & borrowed daughter;
I am a lion among sheep,
drunk on life & ink.
LabelsAttention seeker?More Like This
Maybe fighting for acception.
Rather, suffering rejection...
Maybe breaking for direction...
Perhaps dying for correction...
Maybe hurting for affection..
So maybe before you label someone just because you don't feel a connection...
Maybe fix yourself before you point out imperfections.
In a Little Girl's MindThere sits the girl with the things in her eyesMore Like This
Monsters, destruction, and sweet butterflies
Hopscotch and daisies, surrounded by screams
Beautiful dresses now torn at the seams
Crayons and paintbrushes, villains and grins
Young, gladsome innocence, hatred and sins
Little red houses on roads left to fade
Gorgeous moonlight shining off of the blade
Blood pouring out as she cries her own name
Knowing she's forced to take each bit of blame
She could have stopped it and left it behind
All of these things in her troubled young mind
She could have saved them if she dared to try
Rather, though, she left herself there to die.
Now, others watch as she sits on the ground
Keeping their distance and letting her drown
In her own worries and things she won't tell
Waiting for her mind to kill her as well…
:: More Than You'll Ever Know ::Does it make you proudMore Like This
When you're the cause of someone's tears?
Does it bring you joy
Every time you insult the innocent?
Do you know what you do
When you speak with your vicious tongue?
Do you realize what happens
Every time you laugh at another's sorrow?
You see a woman with male friends
And you accuse her of craving sexual attention.
You notice a boy wearing glasses
And you tease him with the name "four-eyes."
There's a group of peace lovers;
You proclaim they're annoying hipsters.
The teenage boys who love each other;
You tear them asunder by calling them abominations.
Do you find pleasure
In being the source of a poor soul's agony?
Do you even think
Of what the consequences could be?
Does it satisfy you
To make someone feel inferior to you?
Does it quench your thirst
Whenever you rule over the oppressed?
If a young man loves writing poetry,
Immediately you dismiss him as a lonely loser.
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How to 3d Model in Maya: Video PartsHow to 3d Model in Maya: Video PartsMore Like This
I've made a multi-part tutorial video on how to model in Maya 2012 and how I model. At the end I setup an AO render. Along the whole journey I offer advice and tips for working in Maya
and increasing productivity.
Using his graciously-provided reference