BelieveTo Be Honest, You Must Believe
To Be Honest, You Must Believe
"If you want to know the truth "
I can't even start a sentence that way
You won't trust what I say
Because you can't trust what they say
Honesty's hard to come by these days
Tell me a truth, tell me a lie
Show me what's false, show me what's right
I'll tell you the truth, I'll tell you a lie
I'll show you what's false, I'll show you what's right
One lie is just as true as the next day or night
We think what we want to
Believe the lies and you will forget the truth
Believe the lies and they become true
Lie to me and I lie to you
Lie and people can think what they choose
Lie and I will disregard you
Tell no lies and you will not survive
We are honest when we believe in our own lies
For this we are pious in our beliefs
We are dishonest only when we admit our lies
True honesty seems reserved for few
Be honest with me and I will be honest to you
Though none can tell the difference between the two
Be honest and people
Remember What MattersRemember What Matters
When I'm asked about how I want to be remembered, I never have a definite answer. Trying to answer that question in three paragraphs will be tricky for me, so I've stepped back to look at my life as it is now. I figure this question has a lot to do with the way people perceive me, and I've gotten some clues over the years about that. I've been told a lot that I'm intimidating or hard to talk to by people I've only just met or friends who know me better than I do. I'm not sure why I give off this sort of vibe and maybe it's the thing that's made me a little shy, but I've recently been trying my best to be more outgoing lately. Between the person I seem to be and the person I want to be, I've always sort of struggled.
When I think about the life I want, I picture myself old and talking to a camera in some sort of interview about my life. I've gone through so many different parts of my would-be life in my mind that I could practically write a book about them. I'll ta
I remember having this dream about a greenhouse.
It would start out that I was lost in a dense forest and looking for something. I would be running without much idea of in what direction I was headed. All I can think about is finding whatever I've lost. Branches and fallen cones crunch underneath my feet. My ears are ringing, my head is pounding, and my legs are aching. It's almost as if I don't have control over them. I just keep running and running until suddenly, my legs no longer work. No matter how much I will myself to keep on running, my legs stay put. This is when the forest dissipates and I look up to see an abandoned greenhouse. Sunlight is pouring into the clearing where it stood and reflecting on the glass windows. Mesmerized, I just stand there, staring at it. All of the ringing in my ears has vanished by now and it seems like sound has evaporated. This isn't what I was looking for, this much I'm sure of. But what is this place, I wonder? I want to go closer to t
Polite Society Can :censor: itThe Disappearance of "Polite Society"
When people discuss reality T.V. shows, the majority of opinions include the phrases "They're fake" or "They're not actual reality". I would agree that they're all set-up, but I believe that some of the people on these shows actually act as crazy as they do on television at home. Assuming that the events on the screen are all fake, genuine ridiculousness of reality T.V. shows such as Big Brother, The Bachelor, or I Love New York would cause people to love the programs even more! Why? Because, in the American societyand others, I'm surepeople have forgotten where to draw the line when it comes to acceptable behavior. If these people didn't realize how silly they were acting and weren't being paid for it, the shows would be all the more entertaining. Of course, people have always had fun watching people make fools of themselves and jeering at them with a sense that they're better people for it. I'll admit that I've been guilty of it befor