Girl With The Broken Smile

by: Smiley Guerrero

There is something different about this girl-
She likes to be around others,
Yet wishes to be alone.
Her emotions are a constant whirl-
Making her body begin to shutter,
Her decisions made for reasons unknown.
Yes, this girl loves to smile-
But can't anyone see what is behind,
Those brown honey eyes?
She wishes someone could care enough to stay a while-
To listen to her, give her the gift of time,
Help her figure out what's deep inside.
This girl always tries to appear strong-
A warrior, a fighter,
Who can take anything as it comes.
Giving the impression that nothing is wrong-
While deeply inside all she feels is tired,
Of taking it in all alone, will there ever be enough to make her numb?
This girl hides behind walls-
Within herself,
Afraid of the layers others might unveil.
And that is why she writes these random scrawls-
To subtly unwrap whats within- with stealth,
Pretending her reality is only surreal.

I found this poem, i thought it was good, it reminds of this girl i just met...she is fine and seems to be on top...i'm curious...wondering....and wanting to find out...there is something about this girl...that is driving me crazy...everytime i see her...now that i know her name...my mind goes wild...i feel that she is calling me...or am i just dreaming...wait...i thought...time will come...

...crap! i need to see her more and more!

[Biz] I love girls, girls, girls, girls, Girls, I do adore

[Jay] Yo put your number on this paper cause I would love to date ya, Holla at ya when I come off tour

[Tip] I love girls, girls, girls, girls, Girls all over the globe

[Jay] I come scoop you in that Coupe, sittin on deuce-zeroes, Fix your hair in the mirror, let's roll

[Rick] I love girls, girls, girls, girls, Girls, I do adore

[Jay] Yo put your number on this paper cause I would love to date ya, Holla at ya when I come off tour

[Jay] I love girls, girls, girls, girls, girls, girls...

SPIN for Life

If you were God, would you re-create a scene to eliminate danger from happening?

This is a short film about a mysterious DJ who fell from above, sent to a busy city block to mend some tragic events that occur in our everyday lives.

Pop Art By Olan Montgomery

"POP ART was marked by a fascination with popular culture reflecting the affluence in post-war society in the 50's & 60's. It was most prominent in American art. In celebrating everyday objects such as soup cans, washing powder, comic strips and soda pop bottles.  The movement turned the commonplace into icons. By definition POP ART is  an art movement in the 50's through the 70's that incorporated modern popular culture and the mass media.  -OLAN 2008

  

  

  

 

My work has a simple message: see the individual through color and light. by doing so, one's individuality can be more fully understood.  -OLAN

Hot

Hot, rushing anger. It flows through your veins and pulses through your hands. Those two appendages that once gave life will now take it back. They will now destroy. The anger twists around your heart with its tentacles of black and squeezes until there is nothing left. You can only feel the lump rising in your throat as the hot tears stream slowly down your face. Your nose begins to clog and you can hardly draw in air. Because that anger is squeezing the air from your lungs like a balloon, slowly drifting into the sky. Your mind begins to wander off into all the other times you've been so hot, and angry with passion. You lift a pencil, a pen, no a knife, and think of all the sick and twisted things you could do with such a common instrument if used in times of anger. Then you look down at the zipper in the crotch of your pants and think about all the times that's been let down to release your anger on the person whose made you angry.


Taken from the Short Story of Lucy Burnett.

Last Man Alive

MONSTERS IN MY BED

It's always the same

Sa bahay, sa parlor, sa motel.

the walls start to close in.

and I start to die a little each time.

Sabi ni Tito he'll buy me icecream.

Pero maglalaro muna kami.

I was nine.

He made me a human toy.

I WAS NINE YOU BASTARD!