Hey guys. Jp again. I'm goanna go to the mall today. It's saturday and me and annie can see eachother(*fanfare*) so that's where I'll be for my afternoon. I don't know exactly how long I'll be there but I'm showing up at about noonish and then later(See: 3:30) I'm meeting Erick and Michelle. They're leaving at 5:00 and I don't know when me an annie are leaving. I'd gladly leave at closing but 10 hours at the mall is against some sick law I think. All-be-it from me to break a mall law. So yeah, me and annie are seeing eachother basicly hanging around the mall for no reason. Yesterday I saw michelle again. I think she's done being mad at me if i can tell anything. Also I hopefully get my Audioslave CD today. I gave michelle all my money I had left to help buy it(Only $14 at Hot Topic) and she's making me a copy. Good stuff. So yeah, I think I'll be leaving the mall sometime between 5:00 and 7:00 if I had to guess. We'll see though. Alright then, uh... That's about it. I added a friends section, a me section, and a writing section. If you're missing from the friends section or just have a comment about the page feel free to leave feedback. Then if you really want, I'll add a guestbook eventually. Kay? Alright, later guys, thanks for visiting.
jon-paul - 10:08 AM
12.13.2002
I don't think I'm a great poet. I know I have a writing tallent but I never thought my poetry was anything special. It comes easy to me and my mind is constantly churning it out even if I don't get it on paper. People tell me I can write but I don't share my poetry much, so I got the idea for one of the links on www.petwookie.com should be my poetry and stories. I'll do it and I'll just get critisicim or praise. Either one. Alright, so I'll post another poem for you guys at the end of this post too.
This is a short one, not too much happened today. The rain made my hair bleed blue onto my skin and turned it blue for my first period. It was pretty funny. And I got up and walked across desks to shut the A/C off. The teacher got horribly mad for no reason atall. Oh well, whatever. Nothing happened today, like, atall. My fucking mom beat me this morning to get out've bed. I hope she thinks she's fucking tuff smacking her son while he sleeps to wake him up. If I ever have children I hope I never turn that way. They could be the worlds biggest brat as long as he wasn't ignorant. Oh well, whatever. Oh yeah -- today on the bus I went on a rant about Regae. It was really funny. I finished and this girl behind me breaks out laughing and is like, "Oh, but I like regae" and I almost attacked her. I'm pretty volitile. Alright, I need to get cracking on more content for this web-page. Next up is a personal info page; then poems and poetry, maybe current events. "View old posts" isn't working yet so hold on reguarding that.... Okay, that's it. Bye, and I leave you with a very, very long poem that took me half the day to finish.
"A poem that sould've been a song" By Jon-Paul Lussier
This is a poem that should be sung,
on an angels lips on a rising sun
so that you might turn your head and see
just how much you care.
You see, judge me not
because my hair is blue
Or that because I don't dress like you
Or like your music
Or love your shoes
Or fucking work or succeed like you.
This is a poem that should be sung,
on an angels lips on a rising sun
so that you might turn your head and see
just how much I care.
You could turn and die away
But I'd never spend a day
In sweet remorse or daunting mourn
Or crying till an early morn
Because you judged and didn't see
Just how great I could be.
This is a poem that should be sung,
on an angels lips on a rising sun
so that you might turn your head and see
just how vain you are.
A house of mirrors
And you'd never see
How plastic you turned out to be
With hair bleached blonde
And teeth dyed white
Or clothes too baggy, pre-worn, or tight
With necks that gleam
And desginer shoes
You retract in horror as if you know
What it was like to be your own
Or feel the pain
Of reject or scorn
This is a poem that should be sung,
on an angels lips on a rising sun
so that you might turn your head and see
just how much I love.
I give and get
And never regret
Just how good a person I met
that she loves me
And my love is true
That it would make you cry
If you could even dream of the love
My heart holds for this person
And O' so boldly declare
My heart is hers as is my soul.
So sing this poem
From your lips if your an angel
And don't forget to sit atop
The sun at dawn
And let the world turn
And let them know my song.
jon-paul - 3:15 PM
12.12.2002
Alright, this will hallmark my first real post. Not a test post, like the gay underlying one. Anyways. Yes. I have ment to post in my ujournal for a long time now but instead, I was working on something better. This is it. I purchased www.petwookie.com for $24.99 for a year. It's mine untill this time next year. Also, I purchased ad-free blogger and general kickass things. I'm pretty proud of this. Eventually I may change my presentation -- For now the robot is pretty goddamn cool. I like him atleast. Anyways yeah. This will be my new ujournal. I'll also put up other stuff if you want. I own all this, so like, I could give you http://www.petwookie.com/yoursite.html or even better, http://yourname.petwookie.com; I'm not sure -how- yet, but I know it's possible. I'm goanna work on that. In the mean time, here is my life:
I'm going out with annie saturday. To mallage. I like the mall, it's like, "Hey, I'm hanging out not doin' shit. This is sweet *kiss annie*" and that's about it. But really, no, it's cool. I really love annie and she's inspired me every time I write now. I did about 4 poems, two long, two short. I will share a short one at the end of this post. So yeah, from saturday afternoon untill she gets pryed from my cold dead arms I am with annie. Then uh -- nothing. I want to see Bowling for Columbine. Really badly. I go and get all my piercings done on Wednesday, at 4:00 pm by the way. That's right, it's almost time. Annie is coming with me. Hopefully this sunday I'll go out with chris and see bowling for columbine. That'd rule. Then again, this kid at school I met wants to go paintballing this weekend. Oh well. I met him in Biology. That class is pretty cool all things concidered, I amaze them with my knowledge. Or something like that. I'm a DJ for Virtual Radio now. They are on the verge of blowing up. I won't go into any spesifics but I might be somewhat of a noteable ;D. Yeah. Okay so then I'll just go. Not much to say today, lots went on and I don't want to tell it all. Alex is drawing Shing(My character) for The Opera. I'm going to do FanFic for it. Oh -- Here's the poem.
Like a gladiator - of now fallen rome
A victory - is all I bring home
From slavery - shackeled to a poem
I write to be free - from my minds deep roam
Chains weigh heavy - On a mind thats weak
But lest I hear - three words ring loud
Now my heart is fearless - protected from the sounds
Taunts and jeers - they mean nothing from a crowd
Before was nothing - and now it dosen't matter
My life is yours - and my heart is yours forever
Let it ring loud - and forever be known
Your "I Love you" - free's my mind and free's my soul