Monday, March 19, 2012

Shower Poem

I was in the shower and I was trying to perfect my cursive, but then I thought of this poem. I then wrote it on my mirror until I thought it was good enough to blog.This is original and by Danielle Levine

My finger etches my name and the door cries with every stroke. As the water descends my writing fogs and disappears. erasing all evidence of me and my crimes against the glass. Only to be replaced with more tears, but not from me. I cannot cause this much sadness. It's caused from the water falling from the shower head. Not satisfied with staying on the ground, drops jump onto the clear surface creating more lines of tears than the fog can erase. Until soon, I'm not looking at a clear glass door, I'm looking at lines obscuring my view of the world on the other side.

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Wednesday, March 14, 2012


It's so easy to hide sadness. In an earlier post I wrote that it's so easy to be happy, but today I realized that I was not happy. I was just hiding my unhappiness. Through words and smiles you can fool anyone and soon you will be able to fool yourself, if only far a little while. But soon something will knock you back down again and you will realize that you weren't happy about anything in particular you were just putting on a mask. All the things that made you sad to begin with are still there, just piling up. I haven't been happy for the longest time. The happy that lasts. The happy that allows you to wake up and look forward to the day. They say that it gets better, but the world stays the same. It's a world that bullies for differences, that destroys lives through killing dreams and telling you no. Sometimes I think that there is so much more to be unhappy about than there is to make you happy again.


Wednesday, March 7, 2012


The six goals for the Constitution of the united states were;to form a more perfect union, establish justice, ensure domestic tranquility, provide for the common defense, promote the general welfare, and secure the blessings of liberty to ourselves and our posterity. This is not fulfilled in our current society. One definition of liberty from is freedom from control, interference, obligation, restriction,hampering conditions, etc.; power or right of doing, thinking,speaking, etc., according to choice. In some states homosexual people are still not allowed to marry who they choose. Same sex couples' choice to express their love through a union is not legally identified. How is this fair and just? They deserve to receive all the acceptance and privileges that a heterosexual couple would get. Homosexuality is not a disease and it's not something to be afraid of. So why isn't it nationally legal to have a gay marriage?

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Wednesday, February 29, 2012


I have been sad, angry, confused, and even indifferent, but the best way to be is happy. Happiness seems like it is unobtainable at times, but it's easier to do then you might think. Real happiness can make your whole body smile. Laugh for no reason. Have someone tell you a corny joke that you have heard so many times before that, but if you are happy, the real happy that makes you feel giddy and bubbly, you'll laugh like it's the funniest thing in the world. You should never feel guilty for being happy and it's the greatest gift to have to be able to make the people around you really smile and be happy. I strive to be happy every day so that I can live my life to the fullest.

Tuesday, February 21, 2012


               I watched Battle Royale yesterday and it was one of the most traumatizing things that has ever happened to me. This movie is almost the Asian Hunger Games. It's about a class of students who are told to kill each other within three days and only one can survive. This is a similar plot line to The Hunger Games, but whenever I think about this movie my stomach starts to turn. In the series by Susan Collins, the tributes have lived with this barbaric tradition all their lives. They know the essence of what is going to happen in the arena and can prepare themselves mentally, but in Battle Royale, the students can't believe that something like this could really be happening to them. Some of them commit suicide, some of them start killing like mad men, some try not to kill, and some are just trying to find someone they trust. This disturbed me because these kids had grown up together. They had probably been in the same schools as each other for as long as they can remember, but they quickly resort to killing for self preservation. The worst part about it was that I started to wonder who I would be. Would I be the hunter or the prey?
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Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Against Drugs

Where were you
                                                                                when I was all alone
Did you think
                                                                                the consequences
Why didn’t you
Do you notice
                                                                                how they stare
                                                at you
Everyone notices
                                                                                how you
What were you
                                                that night
Why did you call
                    the house
            in that state
It scares
                                                Us all

                 I miss you

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

My Bed

I have two beds in my room. I sleep in one and the other is just sitting there, lonely.One day I thought to myself that it would be a great idea to rut these two twin beds together and make one fantastic king size bed. I told my parents about this brilliant idea and they said maybe, which is parent speak for no. Thankfully, I didn't know this at the time, so I kept on persisting and finally they said yes. After two years of waiting yesterday I got my new comforter. I jumped onto the smooth surface and bounced as my belly fell onto the mattress covered by the beautiful tree pattern.  I nuzzled my nose into the soft fabric that smelled like a far off place. The bed wrinkled as I lied there, blissfully grateful to my parents.