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April 19, 2004

Posted by anoddphrase in Uncategorized.


two words, girl—BOOYAH! heh, sorry, i jst had to say that. sorry, but above, i have to say that acceptance is great and all, but when other ppl can’t accept you, and they run words that whine about the inacceptance of others, you have the right to hurt, cry and bleed. and if you don’t have the right to write about it, then, i’m sorry, this world has become far too lost to recover and i’m sorry, but that in itself is intolerable. it calls for a change and a revolution that i’m far more than willing to initiate. but hrm, yes, that’s me running my mouth and my words like an angry river flowing from an even angrier crack in a dam that just won’t stop, hm? lol, well, my apologies, then. but hrm, i won’t take those words back. they’re an opinion and that cannot be disputed, though the opinion may be disagreed with.

same goes here. (sorry, i went on on that, chica :P) but hrm, i was there, and you already know the jist of how i feel, so mebbe, i’ll jst go and rant in my own xanga… but my response to this, chica, is two words–rock on. never let anyone or anything silence the words that you say and even moreso the words that you do not. props to you and love to the fullest.


  Posted 4/19/2004 at 6:23 PM by xernig

(in response to an entry made by my chica-mei  {otherwise known as jenn or http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=Fairyskisses77})

and hrm, indeed, i do find, that i agree with her entry, at its fullest…. for those of you too lazy to click (and you should, it’s good, as usual), but mreh, it was in response to something said at a poetry reading we went to Sunday…


and hrm…. in summation, what was said went sth like—“Some of you write poems about love and beauty and friendship. That’s nice and all, but I write about the REAL stuff. The sadness, the pain, the hardships, the anger, the injustice. That’s real life. All that other stuff isn’t.”


…. my response to that was a blink, a pause and a gritting of teeth, before listening to whatever that person had to say.


to those of you, who find that slightly passive aggressive, i agree completely, but it’s in my genes, my upbringing and some very bad habits that i repress the tendency to make large scenes in defense of my views, feelings, and/or sentiments.  see, usually, when that kind of thing happens, blood is shed and friends are lost, not to mention bridges are burned.  i am not one to hold back when i let go, to put it in aptly.  but MEH, that really got on my nerves… heh, sorry, yes, i know this entry is not poetic and in my usual, almost typecast pause to appreciate thae ephemeral beauty of the moment.


and yes, that is what i consider my (my, not necessarily other’s) poetry to be.  a tribute to an oft overlooked beauty.  like the classically worshipped Frost’s and Blake’s and Wordsworth’s poetry… i take a one-of-a-kind, sunset of golds and yellows splashed and painted across a darkening, blue sky, whispy white clouds strung behind me and i stop to take it in.  in the midst of the bustling, rushing world that we know today (full of speeding cars and mindless, busy hearts and minds), i feel that it’s necessary to take the time out of my day and express my appreciation for the beauty that the gods, goddesses, or single deity of unknown gender [race, form, and figure]—whichever you happen to believe—saw fit to bestow upon this world.  a gift to all of us, i’m sure you can find something in yourself to agree with that slight thought.  and if not, i’d like you to stop walking in the middle of the path one day and close your eyes, take a deep breath, and open your eyes again.  just to see what you see.  regardless of where you are or what you’re doing.  you’ll find beauty.  i guarantee it.  beauty is there, it just needs to be found.


and i understand if one wants to put out a message to the world.  what d’you think i’m doing right now?  there’s nothing wrong with that, i know, and if someone wants to put it in the form of poetry, go for it, man—more power to ya.  but why slam down other people while you’re at it?  it just kinda ruins the message you’re trying to send, that is this particular one i’m addressing right now.


our words are just as important as yours if you bother to take the time to sit down and contemplate them for a minute.  what we’re trying to say—for those of you who aren’t feeling up to contemplation, at the moment—is this:


appreciate what you’ve got, bub.  appreciate it, because these things don’t last forever and you might turn around one day and find that all the beauty that we see in this world now has faded to dust and you’ll regret not noticing before that the petals on a flower are as soft and velvety as a puppy’s fur underneath your fingers.  and you’ll regret it as you’re missing and ignoring the hidden beauty that surrounds you right then.  because, well, it’s my personal belief that even the ugliest duckling has the potential to one day be seen as the most beautiful of swans.


i say this as an amateur photographer, a wannabe poet/writer, and a true, genuine lover of all the beauty that we find this world can hold.


and i’m sorry, if any of what i have to say offends anyone in the least, it really wasn’t meant to be like that at all.  i’m just trying to follow what i believe in—the free expression of one’s thoughts and the expectation for that to be received, regardless of good or bad.  in essentiality, you could say that i’m doing exactly what this guy did, make an opinion with the potential to be incendiary and send it out to the world. however, if he or i thought that this incendiary opinion would not incite opposing or supporting opinions in response, then we probably should never have opened our mouths to speak at all. so hrm, if you are offended, despite my words hoping to fend you off, feel free to say so (not that my saying so or not saying so will make a difference).  i won’t stop you, even if i don’t like what you have to say.  i might disagree, but i give you my word that i’ll try my hardest not to put you down for averring with me.


then again, who’s reading anyway :P…





PS. as to why i do not usually write with such messages, myself, i like to think i try to send out these messages everyday, with my actions rather than my words.  then again, i could be wrong, so remind me and i’ll try harder :P… oh and jenn, free speech board?




1. Anonymous - April 20, 2004

It is not the critic who counts, not the man who points out how the strong man stumbled, or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes short again and again, who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, and spends himself in a worthy cause, who at best knows achievement and who at the worst if he fails at least fails while daring greatly so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.Theodore Roosevelt

2. Anonymous - April 21, 2004

a daily dose of me:
The reason why birds can fly and we can’t is simply that they have perfect faith… For to have faith is to have wings…
James M Barrie

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