I love when I go to health class and hear my teacher preach to us about how we're going to die younger than the generation before us. In other words, our parents should live longer than we will. He's always blaming technology and obesity as being the factors behind our expected short life spans. However, even though I believe that obesity may be a very large factor only depending on the individual, I more or less blame stress. Technology may sometimes add to the stress as we're presented with such an overwhelming amount of data at once to deal with, but I believe that technology is a great advancement in reducing stress. That's just my opinion without conducting any research on the matter. If you're stressed out, you can easily talk to somebody online about it, jump onto a video game and get your mind distracted by that, etc. But back on-topic: stress will cause our generation to die earlier than the previous generation. The world is just heading in a direction where conflict is plentiful and abundant and . . . I started this off going somewhere, but my mind is now being distracted by the three tests that I have to take tomorrow, plus trying to catch up on my AP chemistry work that I have yet to start. Drat. See: stress! It's amazing how American students are so worked up about school, yet America has some of the lowest scores in the world when it comes to education. That's telling me something. What about you?
I composed a few poems during the past week. I'm trying to get into a poetic mood. I'm not in the mood at the moment with the large amount of school work I have to compose short stories or anything, so I resorted to poetry. They're all little short untitled things that have absolutely no meaning (at least they might not to you). But honestly, they have no moral or theme. I'm experimenting with end rhymes currently, and they mess up the message I'm trying to convey because I have to then choose phrases that best match the rhyme. Honestly, it should be the rhyme that matches the phrase. I plan to write a pretty epic work soon called "Ode to the SAT" – so expect that in the near future. And yes, it'll be highly satirical. Speaking of SAT, I'll be getting my scores soon. I'll only post mine if they're worthy enough; and that would be a 1000+.
And now for the poems:
A Collection of Random Poems
By Buddy Foote
My eyes close – behold your face
Beautiful with indescribable grace
The lunging arm cannot hold
A value greater than gold
Laconic speech fills not mine ears
Silent reflecting expresses mine fears
Losing thou is to lose the world
Mine thoughts are left to be swirled
My eyes lay to rest at night
A scene written not by a playwright
Your image appears 'cross mine scope
My dreams creating the only hope
Words lay trapped by tongue
The love of one too young
To acknowledge the statement overdue
To which is said "I love you"
The textbook is too void
To speak of the property of love
The authors try to avoid
The angelic charm of above
The text forms columns and rows
Pigmented by the sweet perfume
The transition of your radiance glows
The torn pages fly away to doom
Covers hide the soul away
The inside is the only matter
The elements that hold the only display
To form the vivid points of chatter
Cosine or sine?
Why do you exist?
I would be fine
But now I am pissed
The unit circle speaks
Says not a lie
Of unforgivable weeks
That you made me cry
When can one not harvest the fine summer grapes?
The morning dew clings to the stems of thy fruit
The rising sun creates halos of the plump shapes
Of the many blooming flowers that one may pursuit
But be it only a single crop out of the produce
That catches mine eye compared to the rest
The oval mass filled with good-nature and juice
When looked upon creates a stinging pain in thine chest
What is to change than a quarter and a nickel?
The cashier hesitates when the drawer doesn't close
Who can turn to one so bipolar and fickle?
Who counts the change twice and then chooses to oppose
The customer thinks not too well of the man
Wandering eyes stare off into infinity
Thinking too much for a notion or a plan
Too desperate and young to lose one's virginity
But sex is not of the agenda!
Look not away, my dear Brenda!
Relationship flourishes through small talk
And one must not take the method to stalk
Alas I dream away to doom in the moonless night
Mine dreams creating the only hope
The vision of thou creates such a delight
My imagination the only way I can'st cope
Adieu! Adieu! I say to you
As thou fading images die with the moon
The rush and excitement allowed me to pursue
However my chance will die come the month of June
Have a good one!
3 comments:
I agree with you. People are so stressed out today. First of all you have to do well in school and that's not always easy since you have to study non-stop for about fifteen years to be able to get a good job. But of course it's not easy to find a job even if you have a education. And then you need to travel, see the world, find yourself, find a partner, find your place in life etc etc. And you should be successful before thirty. And have kids and a house too. And be filthy rich aswell. It's so fucked!
I say screw all expectations and relax for a while. We all should do that. I want to go to Asia and live in a cottage for a year and just relax.
Stress is the number one killer in the developed, isn't it? Didn't they do a study on it, or at least gathered statistics that proved it killed more people than any other cause? Hmm, maybe I just dreamed it!
Stress is certainly more abundant these days than it has ever been before, I think it's fair to say. Just about every minute detail of daily life is forced to be stressed about!
People are overly stressed. Sometimes even obesity and stress go hand in hand.. it's all about the individual and how much they can handle I guess.
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