If i could turn back time.

-sigh-

my generation…honestly.

Im almost ashamed to admit when i was born, i mean past generation has given us punk, metal, rock and roll, Motown etc. each with a message of rebellion, change, acceptance and so on. How has my generation contributed? scene kids, emo and hipsters, each with a message of whinging about who bad their suburban life is and how they want all this change to happen, but wont get off their ass and do anything about it. I really wish i had a time machine, so i could go back and fight for equal rights, individually and racial tolerance with people who actually gave a shit about someone other than themselves. I will fight for what i believe in, and i will fight to save rock and roll, even if i have to fight alone.

seriously children, wake up and smell that sunshine, even the 90’s gave us fucking “Girl Power”



P.S take off your sisters pants unless you plan on having the glam rock 80’s hair-do to go with it.

Take another little peice of my heart.

as i get older, i've started to notice that the more people i lose, the emptier i feel.
I wonder why that is?
I mean is it actully possible that i give such a big part of me to everyone i meet?
and when they go, do they take that part with them?
If thats true, is it possible to ever get that part of me back, or is it gone forever?
Should i fight to keep it or should i blow it a kiss goodbye and work on discovering a new part of me to fill the void?

-sigh-

I really fo ramble on with some shit.
but i honestly do wonder if these people, who take this huge part of me when they leave, are infact, the change i need?
the change we all need.

hmm thoughts?

xoxo
Rebel In Wasteland

Lean on me, when you're not strong.

Dear Stranger

please don't feel blue.

if you need a friend, knock on my door, ill make you a cup of tea and listen as you talk.

i wont interrupt and i wont judge you.

even if we've never met, i'll be there for you
because everybody needs a friend,
every once in a while.

i'll do my best to make you laugh
and wipe away your tears

you can leave and never call or you can keep in touch

just remember
when you feel all alone
I'm here, I care.

and i have a spare hug.

xoxo
Rebel In Wasteland

Take me to never-never land?

What do you want to be when you grow up?

Good Question.

I am 19 years old and i still cant answer that.

an astronaut?
a rock star?
a fire fighter?
all of the above?

There's so many choices of what i could be, but i cant seem to even choose one. I'm doing hairdressing, because i had to do something, unfortunately, drinking coffee and writing my novel doesn't exactly pay the bills at the moment.

-sigh-

one day.

To be honest, there is one thing i wanna be when i grow up...

a superhero.

so my question to you is, what do you want to be when YOU grow up?

until next time readers, remember, listen to the Beatles, eat cupcakes and read harry potter.

xoxo
Rebel In Wasteland

we're gonna die like this you know?

"can you not fucking leave me this time? can you not choose to run after her? i cant keep being your second choice kid, because you've always been my first, i never believed in love, then you came, and you screwed up my life, you made me feel again, you woke me from my constant state of being numb, and i didnt like it, i didnt like it one bit, but now, after all that, you're gonna leave me again? You asked me what i wanted from you that night, and i said nothing, but i didn't mean it, the truth is, what i want from you, you cant give, because everybody wants something from you, and it becomes too much for you and you run, but seeming you're about to leave anyway, i guess there's no harm in telling you, that the reason im standing here, being drenched head to toe in this damn down pour is because, well, for the first time in my life, im able to love something, and that something is you, please, choose me this time."

i wish i could tell him this.
garh.

anyway that is a line from my screen play "coffee is thicker than blood"

Dear Stranger?

Dear Stranger,
hello, you don't know me, but my name is Shannon
im not sure what your name is either, but i can just tell it would be my favorite name in the world
i bet you still wear superman pajamas to your king sized racing car bed with transformer sheets and you have all 7 Harry Potter books stacked against your bedside table, which has a cup of tea and some reading glasses on it, which is next to your scooby doo night-light, on your wall that is covered with pictures of new york, London and Paris, along with superheros and bands no body has really heard of, the biggest poster of all would be a picture of the guy from Bright Eyes with a quote from my favorite song "Does he lay awake listening to your breath? Worried you smoke too many cigarettes." You'd invite me over and introduce me to your mum, who has wrinkles from a life of laughing much too hard, she's smile and hug me, not taking a second look at my bright pink hair or face full of piercings. You'll go to your garage for band practice and she'll make me a cup of tea as she shares way to much information about you're baby bath times. You'll come in and smile, flashing you're crooked smile with only 1 dimple, you'll lead me to your room where we'll sit, playing video games until we get bored and you start strumming on your guitar. The sun has long set, and most the world is asleep, but we stay awake, discussing your tattoos, i especially like the one you got 3 years ago, for your childhood dog that passed away, i ask how you got the scar upon your lip, and find out why you hate your dad. We lay awake watching Harry Potter movies on your tv, and you dont laugh as my eyes water when dumbledor dies. Then we fall asleep and you dont make fun of my snoring or random sleep talking.
yes, dear stranger, you my not be perfect, but you sure are perfect for me.

Forever Yours (no matter where you may be)
Rebel.

on your machine I slur a plea for you to come home.

it will get easier, yes she's in a better place
all these stupid people lying straight to my face
you wont think about her everyday
but heres some pills just incase

theres no god to give her wings
no angels to hold her tight
its been a year but i still wait
to hear her voice tonight

the stars dont shine quite as bright
and the days go on too long
i start to cry as i remeber
that tonight she's really gone

you left me with nothing but
questions and this broken heart
havnt sleep much since that day
i just sit here and fall apart