38. The Club of Open Minds

Meh, this is just something I have been thinking about for a while now (: You know, how shallow humanity is and all that fun stuff? Here's a poem that I hope at least one of the few people reading this will understand...like really...understand and think about in life. Enjoy <3

September 6, 2009

Lay eyes on the girl strutting down the street
Tell me, what do you see?
The haircut, the top, the high heel shoes?
How ignorant we all must be

See the lank, husky man standing in the alley
The one with the serpent tatoo?
He must be a very menacing man,
For ink on skin really defines you...

Imagine that that sheer layer of skin
Guarding your body from being exposed
Imagine it shedding and falling apart
Until the only thing left of you were muscles and bones

This is how we all are on the inside
No body would be able to assess us then
We are marvels, unique singletons
Individual men and women

Sure, some of us are muddled in the head
And a few of us are noticeably greedy
Most of us humans are solely egocentric
Don’t even think twice about the needy

A few of us had jagged patches in our lives
Secrets we don’t even share with our friends
We sometimes have made faulty choices in life
Now we’re waiting for our blunders to mend

One thing we all possess is a beating heart
And veins that keep us moving on
We rely on this system to keep us alive
‘Til the one faithful day we are gone

Join the Club of Open Minds
Realize that we are more than our skin
Peer acutely into your mind
And welcome the person within

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We Pretend

We pretend that we'll live forever That tomorrow will bring something better We pretend we're not made of stars As we roam the streets and bars We pretend we'll never die That our kids won't ever cry Over the loss that is our end Every student, teacher, friend Everyone we've ever known Has a constellation they call home When the moon comes out at night I look to them to see the light To all those who did pretend That their story would never end But on some nights, breezy and clear I see the stars and they feel near I can grasp one and hold it in my hand As it takes me to another land We pretend this earth is all there is to see Yet the stars and crickets have spoken to me We pretend we'll never die Because we truly won't To someone's eye

Why I Think Iron Man is a Jerk

I'm not usually intrigued by superhero action movies, but since I work at the cinema, I can't resist seeing some blockbuster action flicks from time to time, the newest one being Iron Man 3. Although the movies are based on comic books, I still like to do a literary overanalysis of the characters, their flaws, and the hidden messages that they're portraying about our society. Popular media defines society as it is in the moment. For example, back in the post-war days, literature was depressing and scrutinized the advance of the Industrial Revolution and lack of individualism (take into account Virginia Woolf or Sylvia Plath). Now, our society seems to hail the cynical hero- the one who makes snippy remarks, has low moral standards, and consumes himself with one-night stands- the jerk. The greatest example of the cynical jerk superhero is Iron Man. The newest Iron Man movie had a simple, predictable plot line (nerd wants revenge, things get blown up, pretty girl, nerd b...

Miles Away

I refuse to sell my heart, not for twenty-five cents The auction is closed, ladies and gents I’ve already sold my eyes, when they caught sight of the streets So now everyone can see the beauty of my Italian retreat I sold my tongue for gelato, feeling so young Letting the wild berries dance around on my tongue I sold my feet when I traveled to see our Holy Mother in gold Like a saint on a mission, I’ll walk until I get old I sold my ears when I heard beautiful Aida open her lips Echoing through the theatre in which the ancients used to sit But I won’t sell my heart, it is still free For my heart belongs to God and not really to me My heart aches for home, too many miles away Yet for now I am here and I will live for today Yes, I sold my eyes to Italy; it’s all I can see How I wish you were here seeing these treasures with me I’ll try to buy back my sight, taste, and ears too So that I’ll be able to share these memories with you

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