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This blog is totally dead. Sorry y'all...

Ummm someday I might revive this place, but since I might not/probably won't, here's my blog that I go on whenever I can...

http://jabbershire.tumblr.com/

kbai

Too Loud

No peace, no quiet
this place is loud
too loud
for my solitary tastes.

This is a pain
everyone's coming
and going
and I'm annoyed

Leave me be
for at least an hour.
how hard is that?
Is it too much to ask?

I have shit to do
work to finish
people to talk to
art to complete

All I want is silence
to be left alone
for at least an hour
or maybe two.

Avengers... Assemble!

An Iron-made man,
A Captain that leads the clan.

A genius who turns green,
A spy who slips behind the scenes.

An agent with a sharp eye,
A god who rules the thundering sky.

A Director with a dream
to create a powerful team.

They must fight as one
to stop the Trickster's fun.

Loki will now tremble
when we say "AVENGERS ASSEMBLE!"

~~~~~~~
Okay, it's stupid, I know... but Avengers is honestly the best move that has ever been blessed to this planet. (I've just realized how many times I say something is the "best", but I tend to over-exaggerate a lot... I'm not exaggerating when I say that Avengers is an amazing movie.)

I'm such a nerd for the Avengers, but I just can't help it! So here's my dorky, stupid poem for you guys. Enjoy.

OH. I also wanted to fit Agent Coulson into it, but I just couldn't figure out what to say :C WE LOVE YOU, PHIL!

~Mason

Eyes Wide Shut

It's pulling
at my mind,
tugging at
my sanity.

Eyes wide
open, but
mind tightly
shut.

Is this living,
or am I just
one of the
walking dead?

Can't focus;
my mentality
is shutting
down.

Speech is
slurred,
eyes blink
blearily.

I've become
a soulless body,
a shell of who
I used to be.

But I'll be
fine once I
get some
Sleep.

~~~~~~~
Freaking exhausted lately. This entire week has just been so stressful and exhausting... I've already snapped a couple times. Finally I have a break... I intend to take full use of that break. I am going to sleep so much tomorrow and gain back what I lost over the week.

Word of Advice: GET GOOD SLEEP.
~Mason

Losing Contact

I never really
recovered from
all that, did I?
The way I
clung to you
so enviously
wishing that
I could mean
as much to
you as she.
Now I'll
admit that
I got over it
for awhile,
but every now
and again
it'll come back
to kick me in
the ass.
And I'll watch
from behind,
always following
because I can't
let it go.
You'll turn around
and smile,
call me to your side.
And when you do
it's so uplifting
that I can't help
but smile
and follow.
But then she
catches your
eye, and I
lose contact.
Earth to you,
earth to you!
But I realize
that once again
I've lost
contact.

Green With Envy

And, well I guess
I'm sorry that
maybe,
just maybe
I get a little
jealous.
It's hard not
to, right?
I mean you
get everything
you ever wanted.
Oh, and don't
get me wrong,
girl,
I still love you
more than
words can
express,
but hell.
The way you
talk about
everything,
everything
is just
BOOM
jealousy!
And no matter
how hard
I try,
I just can't
shrug that feeling of,
Hey....
why can't I
have some of
that?
I tell myself it's stupid
because, let's face it,
it IS,
but dang
girl you just
make my energy
flare green
with envy.

Hunger Games Movie Review

***SPOILER ALERT****

So I saw the Hunger Games tonight. I have to say that it was freaking AMAZING. And while they left out some parts and changed certain things around, it wasn't that big of a deal, because all that stuff was minor.

They stuck to the book almost to a T. I thought it was amazing.... definitely suspenseful, but I love those kinds of movies. There were a few things that bummed me out a little bit, though. First of all, I was only slightly bummed that the mutts weren't reincarnates of the other tributes. Not a big deal, as I said earlier, but still. Also, I wanted them to show the train ride back to District 12. I wanted to see when Katniss and Peeta kept each other company because they were afraid of the nightmares. I just found that sad but touching in the book, so I was a little disappointed that they didn't show that in the movie.

All in all, it was freaking amazing. I bawled when Rue died, not gonna lie.

Five out of Five stars in my opinion!!

Nightmare

I had this freakish nightmare last night.

Actually, it was during my super late nap. But that's not the point.

There was stuff in the beginning that really have no point in this at all, so I'll skip to the freakish stuff.

I was in a room, watching a video on how dead people can still feel pain after they're dead. It's an interesting concept to think about, but also kind of freaky. In the "video", dead people got cut in half (head to toe) and then their torso severed, from there they were cut at the neck, and then from there they were cut horizontally in the middle of the nose. The entire time, the dead body was emitting this freakish scream that I can't really put into words. It definitely wasn't human, that's for sure. I suppose the closest thing I can pin it to was, if you've ever seen Wolf's Rain, then think about the way the character Cheza screamed, and that's the closest I could get to describing that sound.

Let's just say that it freaked my beans. It was pretty disturbing.
C:

Can I Stay?

I am in

a place,

full of wonder.

Here I can do 

anything;

I can be free.

I can swim 

with a tail,

or run on four

legs.

I can fly on 

wings, laughing

as I twirl

and dive through

the air.

Here I am fast,

here I am strong.

There isn't anything

I can't do.

This place...

it is perfect.

I want to stay here

forever...

I want to live here

with my friends,

with my family.

And just as I

think that

I will stay,

I wake up.

~~~

Just kind of a poem about Dreams. A lot of the time I always wish that I will never wake up, even though I realize that I am dreaming (I lucid dream a lot). It always makes my day when I can remember my dreams, because usually they're pretty detailed and vivid. Bright colors everywhere, usually a lot of things that don't make sense, you know... usual dream stuff. 

Anyway, I had another flying dream last night (I have a lot of those, too). Ever since reading Maximum Ride I've never had a "Peter Pan" flying dream (Aka just kind of floating), but instead I've always had wings. That's kind of been one of my fantasy dreams since forever, and so why shouldn't I dream about that? 

Thanks for reading!

~Mason

Okay, Bluejay?

Bluejay
you look at me
so curious,
and I have to wonder,
what is it like,
being a bird?
Do you enjoy
the feeling
of the air
beneath  your
feathers?
I wish that
I could sprout
wings,
and fly.
That's all I've ever
wanted in life...
ever since I was young.
I've always wished
for flight.
Peter Pan was just
the beginning,
but I needed more.
I craved that feeling
that rush of the wind
beneath a pair of
wings.
I was always so
jealous of you,
Bluejay.
I've always had
so many questions
for you.
But I know
that you are
a busy little
thing.
So come back
sometime,
and we'll
talk.
Okay,
Bluejay?

~~
This is just a little poem referring to two of my favorite things: Bluejays and the concept of having wings. The whole "wing" thing started about 5th grade, when I first read the Maximum Ride series (It's really excellent; I totally recommend it). It's definitely one of or even my top favorite series ever. The conclusion to the series is coming out very, very soon, and I'm on the edge of my seat waiting for it!!

Anyways, I'm sorry for being pretty inactive. I have a pretty tight schedule right now, what with school, sports, and several other things. I'm hoping to pick this blog up again (I know I've said this the last few times). So yeah... thanks for reading! Comment if you think it worth the while c:

~Mason

To the Ground

Oh, love
you're killing me
killing me
inside
it's burning me
burning me
I cry
out for help
but you don't
oblige...

Sun sets
and I'm crying now
crying now
your words
are cutting me
cutting me
And it stings,
but mostly 'cause
I know
they're true...

So don't
you leave
leave here alone.
I'm begging you
please stay
here with me.
Don't leave me
be....

Oh, love
I'm dying now
dying now
I can't
hold on now
on now
I'm starting
to slip...
starting to
slip away...

Hold on
I tell myself
tell myself
But I'm falling
falling down
falling down
Oh, catch me
but you let
me drop
to the ground...

Oh-oh
to the ground...
oh-oh
falling towards
the ground...


So don't
you leave
leave here alone.
I'm begging you
please stay
here with me.
Don't leave me
be....

~~~~
This actually is a lil song I came up with... I think it sounds better with the music, but eh, whatever x3

Hope you like it c:

~Mason

Abuse me; Love you

Burn

Burn me down

Rip me apart

with those words

you speak

with such cruel

intentions.

Stab

Stab into my heart

with your stinging

actions.

You have such

anger in your eyes

it hurts me.

Tear

Tear my lungs

from my chest.

You've longed

to do so for as long

as I can remember.

You want to hear

my last breath.

Choke

Choke out my

apology.

But what do I

owe you?

What have I done?

Explain my treason.

I whisper a goodbye

but you long for silence.

I breathe my last breath

as you rip the life 

from my body.

And I still smile

because I love you.

~~~~~~~~~~

Uhhh yeah. It's not my best; I'm still trying to dig my way out of my writer's block. I still like it though... 

This is from the point of view of a person who has been abused by someone they care about, and that's why they're not doing anything... because they still love them.

Yeah. Just a little something c:

~Mason