Pure Evil

Evil in the world today isn't what you'd expect. It is cleverly crafted and seemingly integrated into the folds of our daily life. It is the Propaganda that forms the very fabric of society. Let me explain, you see where there is a topic there is a thought, an action or reaction, and people get pissed off over everything, we just cant be happy and always have to add our two cents, as such conflict never ends. Because America wants oil we invade other countries, then they get angry and attack us, but we need to "fix" them, and create hostility. Bush said there where weapons years ago, which didn't exist..and we are still there, the war should be over and we should go home. But there is always a "reason" for war and always fanatics who support it. Then theres the media "infecting the young minds faster than bacteria". These days Pg13 means borderline sexual or violent content. And Disney channel dominates the airwaves and controls the minds of children and tweens everywhere. It was just creepy when my sister being 5yrs old, knew more about dressing like a 18yr old, kissing and boys than I did untill I was in highschool. $%^&* Disney channel. Why cant children be cool without dressing in expensive clothing, being skinny or popular or being shallow? High School Musical is also like...retarded we don't need a status quo. And all of the commercials are telling us we are imperfect, and need products, that's why kids are bulimic or anorexic, or insecure. And don't even get me started on Vegans, its one thing to want to be vegetarian to live a healthy lifestyle but if you are a crazy fanatic saving the animals well....they die anyway, everyone eats them, if you want to make a change shut down McDonalds, one of the reasons for the rise of obesity in this nation.Overall people, get your own brains, make your own decisions and be your own unique individuals, make a change!

Mana

When I was born you drove to see me
I was your great-grandchild
And I'm sure from the first moment that you saw me, that I had made you smile
My mother told me when my footprints where being taken you where shocked that they where black
And when you where kicked out of the room you said "I no speak Inglee" and snuck right back
Later on you would sew your floral granny robes, so that they where small enough for me and I could pose
There was always a dollar to be sneaked in my pocket that you told me to save for lunch
And when we looked out the window and saw a plane whiz by, we would raise up our arms and cry
Llevame a Puerto Rico!! and I wished that I could fly to where you came from
Where your husband had met you and together you had left to begin anew in New York
But you never went back...maybe I will go one day and think about you as a plane streaks across the sky
As the recollection of our memories together starts to make me cry
Rest in peace my adorable little angel, my great grandmother Manita. <3

The Little Girl

There was a little girl
In her mothers eyes she was the world
She was taken everywhere but the children on the block where scarce
And she was lonely
It was the same in the little catholic school with its uniforms and structured rules
Using religion as divine tools while the proctors themselves sneered and where unjolly
Later on she moved but there where divisions of race and cliques that had lasted ages
So she just could'nt seem to fit in
And she was lonely
A few years later she moved again and this time around she made true friends
Who accepted her just as she was~
And she was happy

Write a poem

Write a poem filled with angst
Write a poem showing your weaknesses and strengths
Write a poem about places near and far
Write a poem showing who you are

Seasons Change

The birds they fly
The leaves they die
The flowers wither
Winter says come hither
The snow it falls
Bleaches the Autumn walls
Christmas comes again
Share yuletide with a friend

Places That Hurt

It was 1st or second grade and I was at my friends house. Her father was in the yard fixing a cabinet so we decided to venture into the basement. On one of the foundation beams was a lean lanky dog, chained down onto the support structure. It gnarled its lips at us and bore its fangs. My friend told me to touch the dog, but i thought she was crazy and that it wasn't as nice as she said it was. She grabbed my hand and placed it on the dogs teeny cranium and thats when all hell broke loose. That animal growled and barked and charged forward in a rabid fury that created tension on the chains which bound it to the beam. Suddenly there was a crack, for it seemed the beast had escaped from the chains in which it was bound and proceeded to chase after me. I cant remember much besides running, possibly screaming before my energy gave out and the creature lashed out at my small form. It hurt and I cried and my friends parents and my mom came down to restrain the dog and help me up, I hope that damn thing got put to sleep. Her father covered my face in a damp towel and hastily drove me to the hospital while my mom wondered where the damage was done, if I had lost an eye. My mother called my father, but I don't think he ever came. The doctor saw me, told me I was brave, that I needed stitches, then came the HUGE needle, that stung like a million hornet stings all centered to a central location, but it was the anesthetic. I took a glimpse of my face in the mirror and saw deep red slices in the skin, one for each claw, and parallel was the skin that had been severed, just dangling at the bottom like raw strips of bacon. They gave me 6-10 stitches? I stayed home for a month or two, my class sent me adorable get well card and i had this ridiculous olden icepack, with a pillow thing on the bottom and a screw on cap where you put ice on the top. My mom stayed home to take care of me and I love her for it. My face is fine now, thankfully I was small enough to grow out of it, but next to my right eye, If you look close enough you can still see a small discolored patch of skin near my eyelashes, that is all I have to remember the moment by. That...and my memories.

Metamorphosis

I woke one morning from unsettling dreams to find myself changed in my bed into a Celebi. I groggily shifted to my side and stared out the window. Birds twittered and wove their nests amongst the mottled green foliage of the trees. My blanket seemed much bigger...and how curious that where my legs where supposed to be, there was no cloth covered bump. Upon lifting the blanket I discovered that my legs where indeed gone, replaced with...stubs?
"Cool Dream" I murmured. Okay now it was time to get up! Whoa! The floor sure seemed a long way down, now to just...what happened next seemed incomprehensible at the time but was occuring all the same. I was flying. Not really flying, just a sort of levitation that left my stomach all aflutter. In a trance-like state I floated in front of a mirror to glimpse at what i had become. I had inhabited a strange body. I was myself but in a different form. My skin was pale green with sparse sections of viridian like an elegant lotus.When i twirled around my arm-like appendages strayed behind me like small limp wings. Transparent dragonfly wings, delicate and insect-like twittered between my shoulder blades. The head was a teardrop shape with two slender stalks jutting outward. But the most magnificent of all was what was imbedded in the face, beady eyes the color of a tropical ocean, a vibrant turquoise hue framed by two thick black rings.
"Cere-Bi" I shouted gleefully before ecstatically jetting around the room. "Hmm now what to do, what to do...oh my gawd! There's school today!" I realized while trying to figure out how I would deal with this peculiar predicament. Unable to put on any clothes and unwilling to fumble through my siblings current attire, I flew outside and hid behind the bus stop hoping the students wouldn't notice. Then as the bus was leaving I latched onto the roof to hitch a ride to school because I had no idea how to get there on my own. It was exhilarating to whiz my the on-going traffic with my head stalk flailing in the wind. Now it was simply a matter of time before the bus arrived in the school parking lot, but i still had no idea how i was supposed to socialize in my current state. My voice was soft and cheerful as I exclaimed "Cere-Bi", and uttered my first human word..."School".
I had finally arrived so I snuck inside the building, stole inside the cafeteria and hid under a cardboard box so I could work my way over to my friends. Surely if anyone could sympathize with my plight it would be them. The box had holes punched in it for handles so it was quite easy to peek through and examine my surroundings. Cliques of students gathered in the halls so I stuck to the corners and managed to worm my way to the corridor where my friends resided. Marisa, Nicole, Monica and Envia where chatting wile G, Cimex and Becky stored things in their lockers but of course came the moment i was waiting for. Sam had just walked in and G hurriedly ushered her to the stairs in the corner so they could converse about the events of the previous day. "Hehe" I chimed as they approached. As soon as G started to say "Omg and then they" I popped out with a cheerful "Hey Gies!!!" that caused Sam to stare and G to careen Haphazardly to the floor. I couldn't help but suppress a grin when he did that because it was hysterical to him spazz. They recognized what I was but not who I was, even though they where quite familiar with what I had said. Sam of course being her crazy self proceeded to hug me so tight that a shriek escaped my mouth with a loud "Gheaa". She knew it was me at once for she had done this before and exclaimed "Ally!" while i desperately attempted to gasp for air. Suddenly my eyes took on a firefly glow and a telekinetic shield formed around my body protecting my small frame from further abuse. Amused by my new found power I flitted around and told my friends about what had happened and they stared in awe. Obviously they felt as if they where dreaming as well. They proceeded to barrage me with questions.
"How did this happen? What does it feel like? That's so awesome!" But much too soon the bell rang and we had to go our separate ways. Since I obviously couldn't go to class unless I was willing to start a commotion, I went off in search of a way to pass the time. So I decided to venture outside to observe nature and its beauty even though pollution had diluted its grandeur. When i stroked the ground wine like tendrils wormed their way out of the ground and wilting flowers bloomed. I thought of my friends and what they where doing and if I would ever be able to revert to my human form and live normally after this abrupt transformation. Maybe, by traveling in the past, I could go back to when i was normal and reverse the switch. I knew it was a power that I now possessed. Closing my eyes I willed myself to channel the strange energies coursing through my body. The environment around me glowed with an eerie pale green hue and the trees around me where illuminated with a rejuvenating light. Time stopped around me and then I was thrust into the flow. I was one with the past, the future and all that was to come. I was free to witness the complexities of life, the joy, anger, passion, greed, wrath, kindness and conflict that created our being in this ugly yet beautiful world. Thus I was thrust through the time stream and found myself back where it all started. Even though I felt lightheaded I woke up and saw that I was human once more. I was in my bed like the days events had never happened and it had all been a dream. Maybe it was...or was it?

Pivot Questionare

1. What is your favorite word?
Repertoire (Rep-it-ooh-are) and Indubitably because they are fun to say all fancy.
2. What is your least favorite word?
The dirty words for genetelia XD they sound gross
3. What turns you on creatively, spirituality, or emotionally?
Music, Anime or an idea when im bored.
4. What turns me off creatively, spirituality, or emotionally?
Really fake ghetto people, hobos, and dumbasses
5. What is your favorite curse word?
Skank! by way of friendly greeting =p
6. What sound or noise do you love?
Techno or anything upbeat, birds chirping
7. What sound or noise do you hate?
Bullhorns, Screaming and crying children
8. What profession, other than your own would you like to attempt?
Veterinarian, but i am uber allergic
9. What profession would you not like to do?
Garbage Man XD postal worker or anything w/physical labor
10. If heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?
That I am Super Special Awsome, and that there is unlimited bacon and chayze

The Bus

The clink of coins in the dispenser
Wackos in their faded jackets
Outside is the blistering cold
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My Favorite Things

ring- diamonds and amythest
phone- touchscreen and usefull
computer- where i watch episodes
dog- black & white and very cute
books/manga- read for entertainment
art- because it is fun

Maybe

You want me to write a love poem...........................................
................................................sugar,spice and everything nice
but i have no expressions.........................................
................................................this zigzag of emotions
as of now i have no exuberance...............................................
..................................................tomorrow will be better
maybe i will see you again..............................................
.................................................only time will tell
and mend my forlorn heart..............................................

I Remember

I Remember my old house
I Remember Queens where grass was scarse
I Remember Lions club meetings and a driving school
I Remember my neighbor, and her exotic new Indian cooking
I Remember Saturday morning cartoons
I Remember my dad
I Remember my new dad
I Remember grade school cliques and spanish friends
I Remember my first crush, which my mom wouldnt let me forget XD
I remember moving again, to a place where the grass was plentiful
I Remember my best friends stephanie and laura
I Remember finding friends in enemies and enemies in friends
I Remember Hostra camp and my first animes
I Remember drawing
I Remember my brother and sister being born
I Remember being jelous but loving them anyway
I Remember getting my cyute dog
I Remember a Highschool far away
I Remember new cliques and complications
I Remember make new friends and keep the old, one is silver another is gold
I Remember not beliving this XD
I Remember my crazy yet insightful art teacher
I Remember being uncertain about my future
I Remember deciding art WAS my future, as strange as that seemed
I Remember my biffles! Gossip and funny things
I Remember humor, inside jokes and realizing who I was as an individual
I Remember crazy 4th and 6th period lunch
I Remember standing out and enjoying it
I Remember not remembering what i should remember XD
I Remember starting over in college
I Remember thinking that im done, Thank Gawd

I dont Like You

I dont like you,
You are like a thorn

I dont like you,
You are like a weed

Crowding my garden of thought,
choking the life out of my creativity

But look, a four leaf clover~
Maybe I like you after all

Relax, (Jones Beach Poem)

Gray Blue Azure Sky,
fading into one another like pastels.
Big fluffy clouds like the stain of white paint.
Vanishing point filled by trees,
empty space filled by graying waters.
The froth cascades gently up the waves,
as it crashes onto the craggy heaps of moist moss ridden rocks
Rest your feet on the fragments of sand,
and let the waves wash away your sorrows.

Beach Haiku

Chill burning my face
Sea wind brisk and salty
Shudder to keep warm

Weekend

I went to NYC Animefest this weekend =D Lots of adorable & awsome merchandise to buy, show screenings, contests, autograph signings/give aways, demonstrations, and coslaying (Costumes) Its like Halloween in there, but more intense XD My friends and I dressed up & enjoyed ourselves BUT wayyy too many ppl try to cosplay when there are 100's of pounds over the limit of the scantily clothed outfits they are wearing *shudder*. And on the train back there was this sharp clicking noise, turns out some old guy was clipping his nails, and some drunk Yankee fan fresh from the game comments on it...well it was more like an angry ass accusation with a Jersey accent. He shouts that the man is 50 years old, wtf is wrong with him, again and again till the old guy says STFU XD Then the drunk guy says I BET THIS GUY IS GONNA CLIP HIS TOENAILS NEXT, yells it to the entire trainseat audience (To which i am laughing over, even though this fight is totally serious) followed by a barrage of cursing and the conductor stopping them. It was like one of those rediculous moments on TV that you never think someone would be dumb enough to do in real life. But really who the flip clips their nails and lets them fly to hit a gong in front of ppl XD so nasty. Okay back to seriously blogging like, next week, its just hard to 100pct post intense content & I have new Flickr Photos up (yay)

The Scab Man

Going to court today, got a traffic ticket I’m nervous, and a little scared
My mom leaves so I’m lonely but there are nice people willing to talk to me
A cop shows up, he looks badass, with a full head of graying hair except for a pinprick of a bald spot…the hair gathers around it like a weather forecast picture of a hurricane, the baldness being the eye of the storm. Oh man a fat lady came up to the stand and her drape like dress is wedged in her butt…EW
Some gangster Spanish guy with a tattoo pleads guilty, he has a right to an attorney, and he hit someone with his buff tattooed arm and ended up in court. Meanwhile I spot an attorney I’d like to call pasta head because his hair looks like a toupee but its not, and from far away it’s the well groomed rectangle mane of a Spartan horse. The cop orders people to shut up and put away their cell phones…like that will happen…some girl is texting in front of me but you won’t notice her. When I grow up I’d like long flowing silver hair like Inuyasha, some old lady has it in this pew, her face is racooned over with eyeliner but her hair wins the Pantene Pro V commercial for grannies award. And then there’s this old man who just stationed himself next to me, in his fifties maybe, balding a bit, with cheap sporty shorts on and a faded green shirt. Id bet $10 that he was the worst dressed in the room, except for some Q ball guy wearing a tank top….not pretty. IF you’ve ever heard (or looked up on YouTube) a song called The Scat Man, you should, because in my peripheral vision I see this dude picking a scar from his crinkly hand… or dry skin, but it fluttered down like sakura petal dandruff off his epidermis. To the tune of that song I shall call him The Scab Man!~ Sadly, later on I see his finger near his face, picking who knows what this time…I think his nose and then a crablike clamp and flick gesture. Dude, gross. Thanks be to God when I was called up, paid a minor fine and left. I will never know his name but I forgot to look at him one last time, this Scab Man of mine. Undoubtedly one of the most productive things he’s done is being the topic of my largest blog post to date…so he’s worth around 2...3...points? I might not ever see him again, I don’t want to, but when I see a Hobo on the street you sure as hell know I will think of him.


The video mentioned

Internal Struggle (written after I read a book)

A petty argument suddenly gone bad
a yell, a thud, a risen hand- the tears fall down
a rush of pain-not knowing if one can feel whole again
emotions flowing through my eyes and down my cheeks unsatisfied
another comes and stands blindly there, so unaware of my anguish and despair
a shuddering breath and the rhythmic flow of the pen
soft trembling full of self doubt, what is this life really all about?
As I stare at the page and watch my story unfold through watery eyes my soul grows old
I cant believe this happened to me….We seemed a happy family…And yet, we are...
why should I cry I mean its not enough to die, Yet maybe if I run away…then everything will be ok
but if I try it wont suffice- I’ll still be held in this tormenting vice-And now as my last tears start to dry I ask was it worth it to cry? But I won’t let the enemy win-for to do so would be a sin
I guess I will just move forward then and pray that this will never happen again.

Pokemon

A Pokemon Battle Scene Parody
Made w/paper, markers, "action figures" and Floss
By Ally and her Friend Sam XD

Flower Haiku

The foilage colors of
Red, Orange, Yellow and Green
The lava plume blooming

Life

The past is not the future
And the future is not the past
So live right here in the moment
And please try to make it last

A fraction of despair
A resemblance of a doubt
If you just try to move foward
You WILL achive salvation
And with your inner demons...
You will no longer bout

The past is not the future
And the future is not the past
So enjoy the fruits of life
And the challenges in which you'll pass

Love

Love is difficult to explain
And even harder to obtain
As you plant the seedlings within you
And watch the emotions bloom in your heart

grr

blogging from new cellphone.....and i really need a computer, anyway if anyone has a facebook look up alexandra feliciano and add me. kay thnxx

cooking

yesterday my friend and i made green tea icecream and homemade caramel, it was yum

Art Stuff

Woo! Art Education Major, and i just bought $70 worth of art supplies, hope its worth it XD
Just wondering, so you actually have to do the excersizes in each chapter, or write them down? Gotta join a club so i can make friends & not go home right away ^-^ *sips* Dunkin' Donuts Coolata's are like the epitomy of yum (& caffine and/or sugar shots) Kay buh bye *runs away

Ongoing Assessment