| EveryDayAngel | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Hi, my name is Justine. I'm 17 and I'm from Massachusetts. I love acting, dancing, singing, and playing my guitar. My favorite musical is "Rent", my favorite singer is Jewel, and my favorite movie is "The Last Unicorn". People that inspire me: Jewel, Jonathan Larson, Bette Midler. e-mail me at: [email protected] my aol screen name is: b0hemiagrl | |||||||||||||||||||||||
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"Love bravely, live bravely, be courageous. There's really nothing to lose. There's no wrong you can't make right again." --Jewel "Viva la vie boheme!" --Rent "No day but today." --Rent "It's a very rare person who is taken for what he is." --The Last Unicorn "You have all the power in the world if you dare to look for it." --The Last Unicorn "I will keep nothing near me that does not make me happy." --The Last Unicorn "Who am I? Why am I here? What is it that I am seeking in this strange place day after day. I knew a moment ago, but I've forgotten." --The Last Unicorn "I'm always dreaming, even when I am awake." --The Last Unicorn "Words are always getting in my way." --The Last Unicorn "A clock isn't time, it's just numbers and springs, pay it no mind." --The Last Unicorn "I love whom I love." --The Last Unicorn "There are no happy endings because nothing ends." --The Last Unicorn "Men don't always know when they are happy." --The Last Unicorn "Dreams come true; without that possibility, nature would not incite us to have them." --John Updike You Tell Me It cannot be so you say. Simple hands cannot change the fate of humanity. I say humanity is a boundless, absorbing heart transcending death and generations and centuries, absorbing bullets and stitches and tear gas, enduring humiliation and illegal abortions and thankless jobs. I say to you the heart of humanity has not and will not be broken and let us raise ourselves like lanterns with the millions of others, with the mad and the forgotten and the strong of heart to shine --Jewel Fire and Ice Some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hat to say that for destruction ice is also great and would suffice --Robert Frost Faith Poem I don't know how to do anything, I am trying to move mountains with words. But I am an ant, I scribble, I drool, I move like a worm whose world encompassed a mile. How do I rise above? Where will this worm find wings? I look in the mirror and I see filth, who is that? Where did the angel go? Why is there dirt staring back at me? Why is th soil of incompetence beneath my nails? Why does doubt paint blue rings beneath my eyes and stain my skin? Why does my spine assume failure? Why do my lips flirt with the sky? Why do I try to lasso beauty with such a pitiful rope? Where is the hair of Rapunzel or Samson? Where is my sling? Where is my stone, my gun? Where is the weapon with which I may fight this apathy that feels like sleep in my limbs, that loosens my brother's smile, that kills my neighbor's daughter? This pen is scrawny and hardly seems able to ink out or erase this plague that infests my generation. This giant, this ogre, this beast, this death that assumes a million faces, that borrows my own. --Jewel The Death of the Inoccent I went to a party, mom I remembered what you said. You told me not to drink, so I drank soda instead. I felt really proud inside, the way you said I would. I didn't drink and drive, mom, even though the others said I should. I know I did the right thing, mom, I know you're always right. Now the party is finally ending, as everyone drives out of sight. As I got into my car, non, I knew I'd get home in one piece, because of the way you raised me, mom, so responsible and sweet. I started to dreve away, mom, but as I pulle donto the road, the other car didn't see me and it hit me like a load. As I lie here one the pavement I hear the policeman say, the other guy was drunk, mom, and now I'm the one who'll pay. I'm lying here dying, mom, I wish you'd get here soon. How come this happened to my, mom? My life burst like a balloon. There is blood all around me, mom, most of it is mone. I hear the paramedic say I'll die in a very short time. I just wanted to tell you, mom, I swear I didn't drink. It was the others, mom, the others didn't think. He didn't know where he was going, he was probably at the same party ans I. The only difference is, mom, he drank and I will die. Why do people drink, mom? It can ruin your whole life. I'm feeling sharp pains now, pains just like a knife. The guy who hit me is walking, I don't think that is fair. I'm lying here dying, mom, while all he can do is stare. Tell my brother not to cry, mom, tell daddy to be brave, and when I go to heaven, please write "Daddy's Girl" on my grave. Someone should have told him, mom, not to drink and drive. If only they would have taken time, I would still be alive. My breath is getting shorter, mom, I'm becoming very scared. Please, don't cry for me because when I needed you, you were always there. I have on last question to you, mom, befor I say good-bye. I didn't ever drink, mom, so WHY AM I TO DIE????? This is the end, mom, I wish I could look you in your eye to say these final words to you, I Love You And Good-Bye..... --Anonymous Me I have blonde hair, I pluck my eyebrows, I have my father's nose, my mother's hands, I have crooded teeth and green eyes, I play guitar, I used to get sick a lot, I like the color of wine, I've cheated on boyfriends, I've owned fake I.D., but my hair is still blonde and my teeth are still crooked and I probably won't always like the color of wine. I have firm breasts, I have lips that always smile, I have veins that bleed, I laugh when I'm nervous, I feel the pain of others but cry for no reason, I like open flame, I've been selfish since a child, I'm from Alaska, but hate the cold, I've cheated on diets, I've faked applications, vut I still bleed and my lips still smile and my breasts won't always be furm. I have strong shoulders, I have olive skin, I have a swiss face I borrowed from my grandmother, I have long nails on my right hand which break regularly, my little toe is strange, I write, I used to make wreaths from dandelions, I brush my hair before bed, I cheated on tests, I faked flirtatious french accents, but I still have gold skin and my nails still break and I probably won't always have strong shoulders and I may not always write, but maybe I'll start making wreaths from dandelions again. --Jewel Upon Moving Into My Van Joy. Pure joy. I am what I always wanted to grow up and be. Things are becoming more of a dream with each waking day-- the heavy brows of daily life are becoming encrusted with glitter and the shaking finger of consequence is beginning to giggle. Grumpy old men have wings, bums sport halos, and everyday dullness has begun to breathe as I remember the incredible lightness of living. --Jewel Father of a Deaf Girl Every time her hands began to stutter he bacame enraged. She threw these fits sometimes, and he never took the time to understand what they meant. Her words were wasted on him. Her hands useless birds caged by their quietness, and he would immobilize them, tying her wrists together so they'd jump like awkward fish, gasping at the shock of air. Un-heard they'd dance like that for hours, her eyes full of silent desperation, on the other side of the closet door. He never even knew what they were saying. I want to fly from here! I want to fly from here! I want to fly from here! I want to fly from here! I want to fly from here! I want to fly from here! --Jewel Sonnet 116 Let me not to the mairrage of true minds admit impediments. Love is not love which alters when it alterations finds, or bends with the remover to remove. Oh no! It is an ever-fixed mark that looks on tempests and is never shaken. It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks within his bending sickle's comapass come. Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved. --Shakespeare P.S. I wrote you those nice poems only because the honest ones would frighten you --Jewel | |||||||||||||||||||||||
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