Forgetful (Poem)

Forgetful

I don’t wanna think that far ahead
I just wanna go home and lie in my bed.
I don’t wanna think about the pain,
I just wanna hear the sound of the rain, it’s the only thing keeping me from going insane,
I wanna close my eyes and drift away,
Trying to remember the forgotten days.
The lost memories of forgotten times,
The laughs, the smiles, when it rained and when it shined.
How could I,
Ever pass these things by,
And not acknowledge how precious it all was!
The good and the bad.
The gift of time has been bestowed upon us,
And how could I, how could we,
Take advantage of something so sweet!
Life is truly long, but we make it seem short,
Only because we don’t remember more.
Learn to pay attention to, what seems to be, the little things in life,
Open your mind, learn to acknowledge it all, even the strife.
Don’t be forgetful, remember my words,
For every little thing is too precious, to not be heard.

-Tianna Parsons

Broken (Poem)

Broken written: 9/07/08

Everyday, I wake up to the same old pain,
Out my window I see,
The same old rain,
I just can’t believe,
How cold I am,
It’s impossible for anyone to understand,

I am broken, so many words unspoken,
I wish I could live in my dreams,
And escape reality,
With every turn I make,
I make another mistake,
With every smile and every laugh,
I’m hiding another tear,
I can’t get off this path,

The Epitome of Stupidity (Poem)

The Epitome of Stupidity written: 8/28/08

The epitome of stupidity is one who degrades,
Spews idealistic non sense and calls it intellect to true intellects dismay,
You have the audacity to call me one of whom which carry’s the trait of stupidity when it is YOU who assumes and commits self treachery,
You need to take a closer look into the mirror and see what lies beyond your fleshy exterior:
One who falsely stands tall based off of berating others but really is inferior,
My mind is wearier, for your way of thinking is so perplexingly idiotic,
For me, you actually make anger become hypnotic,
You truly believe that I am the one who is asinine,
But who is the one that fit’s the description it lucidly defines?
YOU.
So WHO, is the one that is truly the epitome of stupidity?
Bluntly and obviously , the lines above prove, it is NOT me.

Where She Remains (Poem)

I wrote this a while ago...

Where She Remains

The pain seeps like a stain that just won't fade away,
Nothing can cleanse it, or wash away the scars,
The damage is done,
There's nothing left but the pieces of a broken heart,
Floating in a puddle made from the tears she wept,
Many passed her, but not one stopped to help and lend,
A hand and a heart to assist and mend,
She just sat alone,
Left to drown in her sorrow,
She just wanted to go home,
But for her no home exists,
She says goodbye to sun and awaits the tomorrows,
This is where she shall remain,
Forever broken,
Forever in pain.

In the Stereotypical sense, that is...

stereotyping is NOT about judging people for who they are, that's were some people are mistaken. What it IS, is assuming something of a person based off of what you already know... i.e. let's say the closest you've been to a group (more than 5 at a time) of another ethnicity is on t.v. and their made out to be ignorant thieves(let's say your white and it's black people that's falsely portrayed that way).. you live in an upper crest-type society... one day you go shopping and you see a group of black teens dressed like the black kids were in the show's you've seen.. 'what are you going to think????'

well, considering that as humans we tend to decide things based off of our prior knowledge, what do YOU think you might assume? the problem is that it's hard to approach issues with a fresh mind. Your going to relate things you don't necessarily understand or know that much about back to whatever it is you DO know...

but, when there's things you do know about, stereotyping is more of your own emotions and experiences getting in the way of what you would see with a fresh mind and unburdened heart.

What IS Ideal Beauty anyways?

‘Makes enough sense right?’ "you don't have to look like the girls in the magazines to be beautiful! it is a misconception that those looks will bring upon the happiness you desire" beauty is in confidence, personality... it's in the eyes, in the touch, in the words you speak.. it's everything you or anyone else is... the problem is, that even though this is true, and even if someone knows it's true, we all have our own perceptions of beauty and some more rudely opinionated...

it's hard to feel good about yourself or feel beautiful when it's not shown to you, it's hard when guys don't talk to you, it's hard when you see a female friend or a sister have so many guys go after her and she had to do nothing to get the attention, and still no one notices you, or just when you start to think that you just might ACTUALLY be beautiful, something happens that crushes your self-esteem...

i don't even think it's just make-up. it's some idea that, Lord knows where it came from, that tells people what ideal beauty is.. i think it started with marketing, ya know? seeing exotic looking women all of a sudden in media and men going ga ga over them and other women wanted to look them them; marketing companies realized this so they put these women in commercials to sell make-up, clothes, and crazy enough, even cigarettes... they tried to make it seem like that 'if you get this, you'll be a step closer to amounting to the beauty of this woman"