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Name: Ryanne
Country: United States
State: Alabama
Metro: Florence
Birthday: 9/25/1986
Gender: Female
Interests: i like xc and track. and i love all my friends. i like to write and drive around in my car listening to music. i like taking back sunday, brand new, sugarcult, boys night out, fall out boy, and tons of other bands!!!!!! i like other things too but i don't have enough time to put them all on here so you'll just have to ask me one day!!!!!!!
Expertise: whatever i say!!!!!!!!!!lol j/k!!!!!!!!!
Occupation: Other
Message: message meEmail: email me
AIM:  thisismenotyou05
Member Since:
4/2/2004
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| I'm bored at the library between classes and I should be doing work probably but... I'm not so. Anyway I haven't been doing much of anything lately to write about but whatever I'm here I might as well. I've just been hanging out with Christal and Jen and people. Watching movies and playing video games I suck at (surprise). I'm so glad school is almost over blah. I'm so tired of school and crap. I'll have a few weeks between regular school and summer school to chill out and come home and stuff. I don't want to take Spanish this summer but I have to have it. I had my last English Lit. class today but I have a take home exam for it and I still have to write my paper I never wrote because it was before I got my medicine and I couldn't concentrate or do anything. So I have to write that and it's 7 pages although I told everybody (like my parents) that I already wrote it and turned it in. Oops. But I talked to my teacher today and explained so he said I could turn it in soon and we would talk about it. So lots of fun things comming up. And Jen and people want me to go to Knoxville to watch softball but I'm not going because I don't have the money especially if I'm going to try and go to the beach with Deanette when school is out. And I'm going to have to live with my cousin in Demop for like 2 weeks between the time I have to move out of my apartment now and the one I'm moving into. So from like the 25th of July to the 10th or 11th of August I will be living in Demop and driving back and forth for school. Fun stuff. But all this is probably boring anyone that might read this so I'm going to just put up something I wrote recently and go do something else.
I’m smoking on a concrete slab,
lying down with my knees bent to the sky.
My ipod on and my backpack off
watching the other people pass.
I’m staring at this girl
as she goes down the stairs.
The way she swings her hips
(slow like the melody of my song)
and how her long hair beats softly against her back
(the fast tempo leading up to my chorus).
Then another girl comes into view,
this one with a tall, smiling boy.
Holding hands and sneaking glances.
(while my mind forms stories for them,
biographies and histories of their love or loneliness)
And I wonder what all these people think
when they see me on my block.
Or if they notice at all, the girl,
stalking them with her sunglass-covered eyes.
One older women says, “You should find a softer place to lay.”
But no one else breaths a word to me.
And the words between them are blocked by
my life story set to music and highlighted blue on the screen.
So I just stay there and inhale my slowest form of suicide
like it’s pure oxygen.
I lay and ponder about what they think about
when they are alone
(the stars and the sun or school and friends).
If they write pathetic poetry like this
(outlining feelings in a more or less comprehendible way)
and think it’s the best thing they’ve ever done.
I want to read these strangers thoughts like my favorite book
(Keeping You a Secret)
and sing them like my favorite song.
(Jesus by Brand New).
I want them to know they are not alone
(or not nearly as alone as they think).
We are never truly alone.
So I’ll stay and sit and wait for their
poems and songs and stories to come to me,
so I’ll understand the futures of
the backgrounds my mind has created.
Ryanne -- "Promises are just words unless they are fulfilled" - A Year From Now - Across Five Aprils | | |
| So I had this idea and created something. And if you want you should check it out. Here is a short description of my project. This is a place where you can say whatever you want. If you have a story tell it. It can be in any form you want. It doesn't even have to be you story (poem, song, picture, etc) as long as it expresses something to you. Explanations of stories etc. are welcome but not required. Say what you want and don't be afraid. Also I'm trying to make a website for this but it may take a little while. I'll let you know when it's up. I set up a LiveJournal account because I thought it would be the fastest and easiest way. So you can post stuff here or there which ever. But also on LJ it can anonymous if you want it to be. Also you can call and leave voice entries or send text message entries on LJ. Plus upload pictures and stuff from your phone. So go here: http://tellmewhatever.livejournal.com/
Ryanne
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| So I just got back from the library. I've been there since 4:15. While I was there I was looking around the young adult section, seeing what books they had, and picked one up. It was called A Heart Divided. I picked it up and started reading the first page. It seemed half-way interesting so I kept reading. I sat down after a few mins. and continued reading. I sat there in the library in an uncomfortable chair, at a table next to the bookshelf where I found the book, and read the entire thing. And I'm writing here about it now instead of the things I did this weekend because that book was honestly the best book I've ever read in my life. And I have read a hell of a lot of books in my 20 years on this planet. But that book almost made me cry. I don't think anything I have ever read or seen (movie, tv show, etc.) has ever made me feel that emotional. And it wasn't that the book was so incredibly well written. There weren't any beautifully written metaphores or similies. There wasn't any hidden symbolism you had to figure out like in all the "Classics" I've had to read. The language was simple and easy. Probably a 4th or 5th grade reading level. But the book was brilliant. The story was the most unbelievable story I've ever read in my life. It was one of those's stories that makes you look at everything in the world and everything in your life and revaluate it. But it did it in a simple kind of way. The best way, in my opinion, by just telling a story. I think everyone should read this book. I think it should be taught in every high school English class in America. This book shows what people are capable of good and bad. How hate and ignorance can destroy innocent people. And how amazing and remarkable things can come from tragedy. It proves that 1 or 2 people can make a difference. Maybe they can't change the world by themselves but they can change a few people's minds and sometimes that can make a huge difference. | | |
| Perfect
Let’s take a picture now
I do not want to forget
The way you look at me when everything is perfect
A perfect memory of when things are so good
And everything has worked out just the way we knew it would I bought a picture frame
I made room on the wall
I hold you close to my chest
Because I’ve made room in my heart
You ask me what I’m doing
I say displaying our love
I can see you when I’m awake and you’re the one I’m dreaming of I love the sun when it shines
I love the sky when it’s blue
I love the color green
Because it reminds me of you
I’ve been thinking about you all night
A warm bed and a cozy fire
You put you arms around me and lift my head
And when you kiss me… oooooh oooooh ooooooh yea | | |
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