HEY, everyone, as I'm sure you've seen, this is SPARKLING SUNLIGHT. I am going to post pretty much everything artistic I do on here. If you like this world, then please also check out my others! :FADED SHADED STARS< STAPLED TO THE HEART, ect.
~thanks for stopping in~Sparkles~
Title: Bad Generation
The TV screen is always black,
Fiction is never fact.
The story line is all the same, no matter what the game.
The media comes in with lies for the hungry viewers.
An interview gone wrong.
Youtube has seen more lies than all.
Myspace has been the ultimate crime scene on more than one occasion.
All the magazines today never have a good reason,
They linger on shelves with no purpose other than rumors eaten up by starving fans.
The TV casts carnage from all the wars in Iraq.
The movies are strung out, it’s time for a playback.
Tell me what happened to the good old fashioned shows?
Show me a purpose for sticking up your nose.
Tell me exactly why they were never good enough.
The kid shows, now curse.
They’ve got naked girls on every channel now.
Parental discretion is always advised.
What’s wrong with these people?
Can’t they see the wrongness their showing?
America is a has been, hypocritical country.
There was nothing wrong with people before technology.
What happened to the values of all these stories?
Tell me exactly why no one will touch a book anymore?
Who made P.E. un mandatory?
Why is it that high school is a good enough reason to kill yourself?
If you ask me all the problems come out on TV.
What show should you watch and when is now on the to do lists of most Americans.
No wonder we never take the time for school anymore!
Is it really necessary for everything to be on TV?
I have no problem with the station, it’s just this obnoxious generation that I am part of!
The TV screen is never black,
Fiction is now considered fact, how long ‘till I grow a third eye while watching star trek!?
The story line still hasn’t changed, but they’ve added Brittany Spears!
What happened to America, are we all falling off the deep end!?
The kid shows, now curse.
They’ve got naked girls on every channel now.
Parental discretion is always advised.
We’ve grown so shallow, we are now see through!
My friends wanted me to write this, so I did! (for the record, I do not watch star trek or star wars I hate those shows so much!!!!!!!!)
Anyway, comment!
-Sparkles
Title: The Wrong By: Jennie N. Jumper
Slamming doors give the impression of madness,
Tears that fall give off the impression of sadness.
The teen who just wants to fit in, breaks all the rules, but may never win.
The kid who just got kicked around and decided two wrongs would make a right,
So he set off into the night and bought a gun , now there are bullets in the school wall,
Children’s cries fill the hall.
The little girl who was not pretty enough, now hides her cuts with a shirt sleeve cuff.
The teen who just wanted to be cool, never came to school one day,
He drowned in his cup.
The kid that didn’t want to be a scaredy-cat , guess where he’s at.
Sitting in jail waiting on bail.
The boy who wasn’t said to be brave enough grabbed a pipe and gave a puff, he coughed a lot and now he’s gone.
The girl who wasn’t skinny like actors on TV took a diet pill that made her ill,
Now she lays in a hospital bed,
Later she tried her finger and it worked out just fine, now she won’t feel her best, but she fits into a tight dress.
The girl who was the high school beauty queen, had a child at seventeen.
Teenage problems, teenage fears, all the hurtful words and tears,
With slamming doors that give the impression of madness,
With tears that fall giving off the impression of sadness,
But something greater lays far behind those walls, between the schools calls there is much more, the signs most don’t look for, until it’s far too late.
The taste of hurt is potent and strong.
Too many have gotten caught up in the wrong while trying to feel right.
TITLE: I Have Not Fallen
I have not fallen just to stay on the ground.
I haven't stop believing just because my head is down.
I'll never stop wishing on those silver stars,
I have not fallen far.
I know I can stnd if you'll take my hand,
I will take yours, too.
I know we can make it,
We both can take it,
and somewhere along the way, even when I am on the ground,
I have not fallen.
The spirits they guide me,
The momories push me into their arms and grasp me forward.
I have not stopped waiting on the season's wheathers.
I have not stopped walking the line, just because I stopped walking it straight.
Just because I fall and don't get up right away does not mean I am not okay.
Give me a little while, a little time to think.
Leave me alone for a day, and watch when I come away,
I have not fallen to the ground just to stay nad lay around.
I have not lost and have not won.
I have not ended anything, but let it all begin.
I have not fallen just to stay on the ground.
I haven't stop believing just because my head is down.
I'll never stop wishing on those silver stars,
I have not fallen far.
I know I can stnd if you'll take my hand,
I will take yours, too.
I know we can make it,
We both can take it,
and somewhere along the way, even when I am on the ground,
I have not fallen.
Do not think that because I am not laughing, because I am silent or because I am crying that I am not fine.
Just because the day looks dim does not mean it will rain,
And if it does all that means is that things will be cleansed of sins.
So no matter what, even if you see me stumble and lay on the floor,
I have not fallen, and will get up again.
Thanks for reading!
Sprakles-Days come and go just like waves on the sea, fogs come in and carry me. (quote by me)
Title:Hello, Goodbye
The candle dies out in a now darkened room.
The night is soundless.
The air is thin with worry.
The dragonflies dance in the glowless eyes of a new moon.
The world is hushed ad waiting for the dawn.
The picture frame on the bedside table crashes to the floor.
The wind picks up and blows as harsh lightning begins to roll upon the sounds of thunder.
The night is long, my eyes won't close.
I lay awake and listen to the stillness of the storm, longing for your voice to break the uneasyness inside.
I know that day will come, and I am more afraid to face the light than I am the darkness around me.
The phone rings, but know one answers me.
I can tell you don't want to talk to me.
It's all my fault, this I know,
So I'll wait to leave a messageone more time.
Hello, goodbye, we had our fun, its to late to leave the past, too late to come undone, so I'll just wait for my eyes to close and then I'll have to let you go,
Because sleeping eyes hold no danger, the tree is tapping at my window.
Like an unwanted stranger it scrapes and it claws, touching my heart and closing the wound.
The thunder rolls, with lighting crashing into the dark black sky.
I listen to the wind groan and watch the skyline for tomorrow, eager in my pain.
The rain falls and breaks the silence with the tears of yesterday.
My heart punds, I know that it's too late.
Tomorrow is off and new and soon you'll leave and I will, too.
This house, these lies, those alibis, I need some time.
Too late to miss you, too late to save myself from all this pain.
I've let go all I have ever wanted to know.
The rain is slowing down outside, I can barely catch my breath.
The last lightning strike has touched the sky and dimmed the room again.
The thunder is farther, the clouds are in the distance.
Your picture crashes to the floor,
Glass pours out like an open wound,
I look and wait for something more, but nothing else will come.
The smoke from the candle fills the room and there is nothing more.
The dail tone, heard on the nearby phone, is the only thing that remains.
Sunlight has cleansed the room of all the shadows that once loomed.
The blue of the sky has replaced clouds, the call of the wind has been smothered in the morning air.
The fog still lingers as it did when I still had a smile.
I do not reach one hand forward to grasp your gentle hand, for no hand will be there this time.
I let you down, and now I pay the price.
Hello, goodbye, we had our fun, its to late to leave the past, too late to come undone, so I'll just wait for my eyes to close and then I'll have to let you go,
Because sleeping eyes hold no danger, lik a kiss from a stranger your taste is missplace upon my lips now.
Thanks for reading, please comment !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Title:Sorrows long passed
Broken pages smile back at me.
The lies that fell like acid rain,
Stinging tears that fell in pools of sorrows left behind.
Shadows dance in empty halls as whispers go back and forth.
I move at rhythm with my mind.
As slow and steady as a tortoise.
I meet the gaze of broken souls that seem to know only hate.
Time is fast and yet still slow.
The days are dimly lit,
as the pendulum of time swings to and fro,
The dismal outline of the evening's approaching night,
Attempts to scare me with the sounds of coyotes in the wind.
I do not know the sound of sorrow that echoes through my own heart.
And I do not bring my hopes and dreams from the common stream, as others do.
I stand apart, a dividend to all who wish to pass.
The melancholy tune of time passes through the drenching rain and hail.
All that is and will be said shall surely weigh heavy on the mind.
The mountain made of our dreams surely wishes to fall.
The tundra of failed emotions seems to swallow us all.
A day is more than a period of date and month and time.
It is the calling, wavering, howling, hoot of rhythm that inspires us to live along the path that others have chosen.
Know this now and speak it well, for words are small and broken, until, piece by piece they form an action.
There are many dues to pay, many debts to hold without delay.
Shall we march unto the valley of a world whom upon itself, could never hope of being free of what I’ve done myself?
Shall we dream of what fairy tales as nightmares encircle the worlds,
Or lay unheard upon the malevolently dim-lighted hill of present sorrows against our will?
Shall the fake shackles of freedom encircle us in debts that it itself refuses to pay?
The lies that drench the forlorn land seem to know themselves what was then and what’s to come, as we place ourselves in their shoes without knowing.
In time this to shall come and go and then all shall be gone.
So as Broken pages smile back at me.
The lies that fall like acid rain, envelope the land in sufferings unknown.
Stinging tears that fall in pools of sorrows at my feet.
Shadows once dancing and prancing in empty halls as whispers went back and forth,
And I move at rhythm with my mind of my own design others danced in sorrow at what they left behind.
As slow and steady as a tortoise they go upon their daily route,
While sickeningly, menacing groans echo throughout.
I meet the gaze of broken souls that seem to know only hate.
Time is fast for me, and yet so slow for them.
The days are dimly lit, with the glow of a silent hymn.
The bell on the father clock seems to whisper its chime.
As the day drags to an end and day is possessed by night, spirits gather around to dance in the darkest of all light.
They waver their voices in sadness and sorrow at what is to be held in the mind fast, the sorrows of days and nights long passed.
