We're learning about bullfighting in Spanish class. Now, I'm into animal rights--I don't go overboard, but I believe they need to be treated with as much respect as you would treat a human being with. I try not to make a fuss.
So I kept my mouth shut taking notes. I kept my mouth shut when they were talking about stabbing the bull in the neck with barbed spikes. I kept my mouth shut when they were talking about a 'quick kill' and how the matedor isn't supposed to make it hard for the bull. when they brought up a video of a bullfight, that's when I couldn't take it anymore.
How is that art? Senora F. was saying that it's not a fight, it's an art form, but I don't see stabbing an animal in the neck and then making it charge at something over and over and over again right before you KILL it entertainment. We didn't have to watch the kill, because we ran out of time, but if she brings that video up again today, I'm walking out. I don't care how much crap I get for it. I don't find watching animals in pain entertaining, and I certainly don't find it art.
You know they used to do that sort of thing with people? Put them in a big arena with a hungry lion and watch them fight to the death and whoever wins, wins? The Romans called that an art form, a sport. We call it barbaric.
How is a bullfight any different? Except that it's a lot rarer for the human to die. Is that how it's less barbaric, the human doesn't die?
I can't stand it.
Brii333
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
wow...
okay, Mrs. M gave me a long list of words and I used them to write a poem; turtle, cup, under, broken, sky, gleam, peaches, table, warm, step, water, photograph, hero, gold, feather, reply, line, silent.
here it is...
The hero stands before the crowd,
A gleam in his eye,
Beautiful, with hair dark gold, like peaches.
He, who's cup has always been full,
His foot rests upon the
Broken villain.
Our villain, who has been
Quiet as a turtle in his shell,
Found, when he let loose his voice
Those who, like he, were trapped
Under the hard step of man
Followed hiim to the table in
An attempt to reach their
Place in the sky.
And now, they see their villain
In a newspaper photograph,
With the hero's foot upon his throat,
His gold hair feathering in the wind,
Pressing our shamed leader's
Face into the dirty water.
Our reply is to simply,
Silently line up to
Warmly, quietly help our
Hero to his feet again.
kay, yeah, I know it sucks. but I had a list of words and a challenge to fufill. MUAHAHAHAHAA!!! and I win. Just because it's a terrible excuse for an attempt to tell a story in kind of sort of a poem form...
xoxoxoxoxo ♥♥♥
Brii333
here it is...
The hero stands before the crowd,
A gleam in his eye,
Beautiful, with hair dark gold, like peaches.
He, who's cup has always been full,
His foot rests upon the
Broken villain.
Our villain, who has been
Quiet as a turtle in his shell,
Found, when he let loose his voice
Those who, like he, were trapped
Under the hard step of man
Followed hiim to the table in
An attempt to reach their
Place in the sky.
And now, they see their villain
In a newspaper photograph,
With the hero's foot upon his throat,
His gold hair feathering in the wind,
Pressing our shamed leader's
Face into the dirty water.
Our reply is to simply,
Silently line up to
Warmly, quietly help our
Hero to his feet again.
kay, yeah, I know it sucks. but I had a list of words and a challenge to fufill. MUAHAHAHAHAA!!! and I win. Just because it's a terrible excuse for an attempt to tell a story in kind of sort of a poem form...
xoxoxoxoxo ♥♥♥
Brii333
Monday, April 20, 2009
Your Super Power
How can one so small
Cause so much pain?
Your super power--causing tears--
Is driving me insane.
Your blows are low
But cut like knives...
How could your words cause
so much mis'ry in our lives?
A moon with a dark side
You cannot hide,
This tormentor I feel empathy for,
Though, still, I'm not sure why.
I remember you happy,
Smiling and glad.
What happened to
Those times we had?
Trade butterflies for
Broken glass,
Good memories for
A tainted past.
A bitter taste lingers,
Sweet yet sour--
Lingering aftermath of
Your dark super power.
uhm...yeah. I wrote that poem in about two minutes, so it took a lot of editing to sound even remotely right. I had to mess around with the word 'misery' and change it to 'mis'ry' so it would sound right. :/
anyhoo, it goes with a poem that I wrote over a year ago, titled
Broken Glass and Butterflies
Embedded deep into my arm,
The shards of glass that sparkle burn.
The rest is strewn across the floor,
From a window that is no more,
Shattered by your baseball bat,
But the pain that I feel doesn't hurt like that.
The pain is deep within my soul
Where tears that never end do fall.
Where have the days behind us gone?
Where did the light go? Where is the sun?
What happened to your smiling face?
What is this thing that's taken your place?
It's sucked away the good in life,
So all that's left is pain and strife.
Is this what hell's like? What is heaven?
Did we do something wrong to some heavenly brethren?
Why is it that I want to die?
Where have my tears gone? Why can't I cry?
I've scrubbed my body, hands, and face.
I still feel dirty, and not in my place.
Can I trade lives with someone else?
Anyone, anyone but myself?
As you can see, I've come a long way in the past year.
Constructive Criticism Welcome,
Brii333
Cause so much pain?
Your super power--causing tears--
Is driving me insane.
Your blows are low
But cut like knives...
How could your words cause
so much mis'ry in our lives?
A moon with a dark side
You cannot hide,
This tormentor I feel empathy for,
Though, still, I'm not sure why.
I remember you happy,
Smiling and glad.
What happened to
Those times we had?
Trade butterflies for
Broken glass,
Good memories for
A tainted past.
A bitter taste lingers,
Sweet yet sour--
Lingering aftermath of
Your dark super power.
uhm...yeah. I wrote that poem in about two minutes, so it took a lot of editing to sound even remotely right. I had to mess around with the word 'misery' and change it to 'mis'ry' so it would sound right. :/
anyhoo, it goes with a poem that I wrote over a year ago, titled
Broken Glass and Butterflies
Embedded deep into my arm,
The shards of glass that sparkle burn.
The rest is strewn across the floor,
From a window that is no more,
Shattered by your baseball bat,
But the pain that I feel doesn't hurt like that.
The pain is deep within my soul
Where tears that never end do fall.
Where have the days behind us gone?
Where did the light go? Where is the sun?
What happened to your smiling face?
What is this thing that's taken your place?
It's sucked away the good in life,
So all that's left is pain and strife.
Is this what hell's like? What is heaven?
Did we do something wrong to some heavenly brethren?
Why is it that I want to die?
Where have my tears gone? Why can't I cry?
I've scrubbed my body, hands, and face.
I still feel dirty, and not in my place.
Can I trade lives with someone else?
Anyone, anyone but myself?
As you can see, I've come a long way in the past year.
Constructive Criticism Welcome,
Brii333
Sunday, April 19, 2009
More Poetry
So our assignmnt on friday was to write three more poems--one about a month of the year, one speaking to something not human, and one made up almost entirely of questions.
Enjoy.
In April
Raindrops fall like jewels,
In April,
Saviors with power to heal.
Soft mist condensing on my face,
Cool and kind on my skin, it feels
almost soft, and with light steps,
twirls down, for the dead ground to feed.
Drama
You call to me like a siren's song,
I know I can't resist for long.
But, let's say for argument's sake,
To leave you behind is the choice I make.
I believe great longing I would feel,
to return to the song and the stage and the real
Love for pretending I know that is I,
The Sanctuary it brings me, inside.
So I know that Drama is where I must go,
To the rhythm of the steady flow
From the scene to the act to the musical.
So Many Questons Ask the Same Stupid Thing
Will I ever be able to
Be like you?
Can't I be pretty,
Small, and dainty, too?
A fragile Beauty
the world want to see--
Can I ever live up to
What I'm 'sposed to be?
The world's expectations
Are so hard to own.
Why can't I be the way
I've always been shown,
With delicate hands,
and a tiny waist?
Why can't all these eyes
Just give me my space?
I know that a Beauty
I never will be,
So why do I try to
Be what they want to see?
I can't seem to help
This obsession of mine,
Though I know it's what's
Killing me, deep down inside.
Hoping to Hear Consructive Criticism,
Brii333
Enjoy.
In April
Raindrops fall like jewels,
In April,
Saviors with power to heal.
Soft mist condensing on my face,
Cool and kind on my skin, it feels
almost soft, and with light steps,
twirls down, for the dead ground to feed.
Drama
You call to me like a siren's song,
I know I can't resist for long.
But, let's say for argument's sake,
To leave you behind is the choice I make.
I believe great longing I would feel,
to return to the song and the stage and the real
Love for pretending I know that is I,
The Sanctuary it brings me, inside.
So I know that Drama is where I must go,
To the rhythm of the steady flow
From the scene to the act to the musical.
So Many Questons Ask the Same Stupid Thing
Will I ever be able to
Be like you?
Can't I be pretty,
Small, and dainty, too?
A fragile Beauty
the world want to see--
Can I ever live up to
What I'm 'sposed to be?
The world's expectations
Are so hard to own.
Why can't I be the way
I've always been shown,
With delicate hands,
and a tiny waist?
Why can't all these eyes
Just give me my space?
I know that a Beauty
I never will be,
So why do I try to
Be what they want to see?
I can't seem to help
This obsession of mine,
Though I know it's what's
Killing me, deep down inside.
Hoping to Hear Consructive Criticism,
Brii333
Friday, April 17, 2009
Day Of Silence
http://www.dayofsilence.org/
Please understand my reasons for not speaking today. I am participating in the Day of Silence (DOS), a national youth movement bringing attention to the silence faced by lesbian, gay, bisexual, and transgender people and their allies. My deliberate silence echoes that silence, which is caused by anti-LGBT bullying, name-calling, and harassment. I believe that ending the silence is the first step toward building awareness and making a commitment to adress these injustices. Think about the voices you are not hearing today.
What are you going to do to end the silence?
GLSEN, http://www.glsen.org/
Please understand my reasons for not speaking today. I am participating in the Day of Silence (DOS), a national youth movement bringing attention to the silence faced by lesbian, gay, bisexual, and transgender people and their allies. My deliberate silence echoes that silence, which is caused by anti-LGBT bullying, name-calling, and harassment. I believe that ending the silence is the first step toward building awareness and making a commitment to adress these injustices. Think about the voices you are not hearing today.
What are you going to do to end the silence?
GLSEN, http://www.glsen.org/
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Vote For Me?
I got more stuff on the Teen Ink web site.....I would love you forever and ever and ever and ever and EVER if you would vote for me...
Oija:
http://www.teenink.com/raw/Poetry/article/97895/Oiuja/
Sestina for One Beloved:
http://www.teenink.com/raw/Poetry/article/98370/Sestina-for-one-Beloved/
Loves To You
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
Brii333
Oija:
http://www.teenink.com/raw/Poetry/article/97895/Oiuja/
Sestina for One Beloved:
http://www.teenink.com/raw/Poetry/article/98370/Sestina-for-one-Beloved/
Loves To You
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
Brii333
Monday, April 13, 2009
Conspiracy Theorist
Okay, so next Halloween I'm going to dress up as a conspiracy theorist. I'm going to have a tinfoil hat for sure, but I have no clue what else to have for my outfit. If you've got any ideas, it would be lovely to hear from you. :D
Thankiez to my Favorite Subscribers...
Brii333
Thankiez to my Favorite Subscribers...
Brii333
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