Whats the point?!?

Boom Boom

Why am I here? Why is this my life? What is the purpose of my existence?

Boom Boom

My head pounds me down to the ground with unseasonal pain.

The joy from my face is lost in the darkness

The darkness that seems eternal

I cry out for the pain to stop for me to understand what this means

To know what is me who am I what is life why does anything have meaning

The darkness surrounds me laughing with the joy I lost in it

It tells me my pain will be everlasting and there is no way out

I try to stand up hoping this is a dream I can control

I try to fight the darkness but my head pounds me down and down to the ground until I reach the depths of the earth

Boom Boom

By:Luna B

Keep your head up

Keep your head up

Smile

This too shall pass

Keep walking

This pain is temporary

Your eyes will regain hydration and your head will stop pounding

Look in the mirror and see the silver lining

Keep the emotions un-bottled

Wreck everything, throw paint around, write awful things

LET IT OUT

This is miniature in the scheme of things

So keep on moving along.

By: Luna B

Family

I walk away with tears down my cheek.
I walk away without joy.
I try to catch up with you guys but the tunnel for you begins to close.
I keep trying and I fall into a hole filled with paper.
So I fill myself with work and try not to look back but we move as one
I am not a heartless loveless person so I look back and forward.
The tunnel isn't closed to you I just go down that path yet
I must stay on this path my path and one day the tunnel to you and the path I am on will co-exist and neither will close.

By:Luna B

Poem of the Day

The presence of me is minimum I know but thats life for the next few days and posts it might just be poetry. I have had a lot of inspiration and words just come to me that do not really reflect what I have been through but just say that they must come out so here you go:

Look at me.

Open your eyes and see me.

I see your pupils but I don't see you looking at me.

Look at me.

Don't you see I need you to look at me?

Can't you see I am fighting for you to look at me?

Can't you see these cuts on my arm?

They are for you.

They are here for you to look at me.

Just once look at ME.

By:Luna B

What do you see?

This poem is not about my experience. I have not experience this but I know a lot of girls my age and older who have. I know there are a lot of poems like this but this is mine. This is one that I had to get out. I know I have no experience and can not feel what they feel but that does not mean I don't see the pain. I am sorry to those who are offended but these are my words and thats all I got to say. Here it goes:

Your eyes are the rosy color of joy

You see my body say yes

You grab my arm with gentle ease

You sing a song of sweet beauty

You brush back just a stain of my hair that barely moves

You tell me how beautiful I am. A woman you say I am turning out to be.

You stop and stupefy in public but behind closed doors you forever penetrate my innocence.

You see what you want:

While I scream for my mother to save me, you hear me scream your name.

While I fight you off, you see four play in full action.

While my eyes are dilated and forever widened with paranoia, your eyes are the rosy color of joy.

You forever have your rose colored glasses on me; while taking my rose colored glasses away along with my forgotten innocence.

By:Luna B

Arguements

I have realized that I think differently. Many of the environment issues discussions and English 104 discussions I think something totally different. In English my mind mixes art, other literature, other years, other perspectives, and other genres. I mix all of these to examine a book or even a line. My mind wanders about what the author was thinking and why in the "classical"/old books do they go into such details. So much so that they loose the reader. In environmental issues my mind base things on my beliefs that it is all humans fault, that the money we need is worth losing to save the environment but in reality these things will not be able to happen because of the human's complex, that everything revolves around them and that if it is not immediate satisfaction then it is not needed. Also that the environment is the last thing on every one's point of interests lists and that even though many people are doing small tasks it is still not enough to make a major dent in society's debt to the environment. I am not saying that if enough people get together and actual change that it won't make a dent I am saying currently no affect. I think about all these things in class and in environmental issues they listen but go somewhere else with it and in English I am always shot down like no that is not the way to interpret it. He constantly says that "its possible but..." It makes me think that many English professors are stuck in their error they know so much about their subject and have mastered it but that is it. They have read every criticisms and everything but they can not apply new thoughts or different ones to what they know. It is like putting mayonnaise on a PBJ for them, but that is English professors for you. FYI: I have had four previous English professors already. I am not a master at their complex,yet, but I know a little something.

ME

You know I realized something over these past few days. Even though I do not do a lot of the things I can do. I am an artist. I can finely say it. I love science but I am also an artist. I do not like to be confined to s certain way to doing things. I like my mind to wander and to argue points that make since to me. So many academics are in one set way and do not think of things in different ways. They are so focus on that one subject they have mastered. I realized that I do not want to be confined to one set way of thinking or one way to enjoy my life. When I say enjoy my life I mean my career. I plan to continue my education and stay on my path but also to allow my creative side to blossom as well. I know that is going to be difficult but they are both what I love to do and that is the point of all of this. Not to make money, not to party. For me this college experience is about getting to know me, loving myself, doing things that I love, and continuing that into the real world. Dreams don't pay the rent but money doesn't fulfill you.