All the flowers and trees
Will have silicone leaves,
All an unnatural green.
What good is a rose,
With a fake plastic nose?
Is it best to be heard, or seen?
The world we've created
Is something mutated
From the lives of the foolish and young.
What good is a song,
That's been dead way too long,
You can't sing with that ring in your tongue.
Girls starting diets,
And boys starting riots,
What happened to innocence?
It's gone with the wind,
It's not like back then,
And it hasn't been that way since.
Life is confusing,
And Nature is losing,
To the Mannequin Army's fight.
What good is a rose,
If nobody knows,
What's morally wrong and right?
Beauty is changing,
And there's no use complaining,
We've been heading this way all along.
As real beauty dies,
We ask ourselves Why?
How would we get life so wrong?
If we're all the same,
Then what's in a name?
We'll all just be X, Y, and Z.
I won't speak for you,
But I'm staying true,
And holding on to the beauty of
"Me."
Monday, January 28, 2008
The Daily Rant- No. 1
It seems like the craze nowadays is medication. Not asprin, but things like Zoloft and Prozac. Today, if you are not taking a pill of some sort, there must be something wrong with you. Shouldn't it be the opposite? Don't get me wrong, many people really do need these chemicles in their system. If you have a legitament problem with your psyche, such as a chememcle inbalance then go ahead and take your meds. But for those of you who just have a bad day now and then, you don't need to be taking antidepressants.
But really, it's not the people taking the pills that I'm mad at; it's the doctors prescribing them. They hand these things out like candy. It seems that everybody has some sort of medicle issue now. Doctors are the ones absuing prescription drugs, not the general public.
The things that people mistake for disoders and syndromes can sometimes just be the way that person functions.
For example:
The drug Mirapex was tested on Parkinsons' patients to help revent tremors. Some of the testers noticed that their legs didn't move as much. So, when the drug didn't sell quite like the companies expected, the pharmassutal sellers focused on a little-known disorder called Restless Leg Syndrome, in which there is sometimes minor discomfort in the legs.
Before you could say "Take with food," millions of people flocked to doctors' offices, stating that they must have RLS. So, without any hesitation, what do the doctors do? They write a prescription for Mirapex.
Did you know that every time a prescription drug is sold, or even refilled, the doctor and pharmaceutical company get paid? Multiply that by the hundreds of thousands of people on mdeciation, and you have some very rich, very shrewd, men and women.
There are some real problems in the world, and they need real solutions. But since when is being human a disorder? We are not robots, we are not clones; we will all be different and have our "issues." But that does not mean we need medication for every little negative in our lives. Let the people with problems fix themselves with medication and therapy. As for the rest of you, think about if what you think is a disorder, may just be the way you are supposed to be. It's okay to be depressed for a day or two, or fidgety or antsy-------if it doesn't keep you from functioning, or only affects you temporarily, chances are you can do without a drug.
Be human. It's not against the law. Yet.
But really, it's not the people taking the pills that I'm mad at; it's the doctors prescribing them. They hand these things out like candy. It seems that everybody has some sort of medicle issue now. Doctors are the ones absuing prescription drugs, not the general public.
The things that people mistake for disoders and syndromes can sometimes just be the way that person functions.
For example:
The drug Mirapex was tested on Parkinsons' patients to help revent tremors. Some of the testers noticed that their legs didn't move as much. So, when the drug didn't sell quite like the companies expected, the pharmassutal sellers focused on a little-known disorder called Restless Leg Syndrome, in which there is sometimes minor discomfort in the legs.
Before you could say "Take with food," millions of people flocked to doctors' offices, stating that they must have RLS. So, without any hesitation, what do the doctors do? They write a prescription for Mirapex.
Did you know that every time a prescription drug is sold, or even refilled, the doctor and pharmaceutical company get paid? Multiply that by the hundreds of thousands of people on mdeciation, and you have some very rich, very shrewd, men and women.
There are some real problems in the world, and they need real solutions. But since when is being human a disorder? We are not robots, we are not clones; we will all be different and have our "issues." But that does not mean we need medication for every little negative in our lives. Let the people with problems fix themselves with medication and therapy. As for the rest of you, think about if what you think is a disorder, may just be the way you are supposed to be. It's okay to be depressed for a day or two, or fidgety or antsy-------if it doesn't keep you from functioning, or only affects you temporarily, chances are you can do without a drug.
Be human. It's not against the law. Yet.
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Random
Okay, you got me. You did it, PLC. I am now becomming addicted to blogging. Curse you. Of course, Mrs. Scredon is neurotic, (her words, not mine) and Mrs. siegmund is a mother. She has her ways. So, are you happy? You got what you wanted. Now there is a whole new blog devoted to my random bursts of creativity. I hope you're proud.
Sarcasm aside, I will be posting things of little to no importance to the general public. Like the article you are reading now, for example. But, like most mavericks, I need an outlet. Ironically, I never learned to hold a pencil correctly, so my hand gets stiff from my awkward way of writing. Typing is a good alternative. But I can't even do that correctly. I use my own system. It's just as fast as regular typing, but my fingers don't stay on "home row" and I am always looking down.
Despite my troubles at getting the words into a physical form, when they do come out, they make much more sense than when tangled inside my head. Some things will be be more Shakespereian, while others will have a more casual side. I have many voices when it comes to writing. They need to get out of my head so someone can listen to them, because they know what it's like to not really be anything. I guess these different voices in my writing represents the different chapters in the saga of life, a tale in which the hero finds himself completely lost and somehow has to find a way back to sanity with his character and dignity intact. It's the same story over and over again.
Like the words in my head, I'm not much of anything yet. Right now, I just need someone to listen.
Sarcasm aside, I will be posting things of little to no importance to the general public. Like the article you are reading now, for example. But, like most mavericks, I need an outlet. Ironically, I never learned to hold a pencil correctly, so my hand gets stiff from my awkward way of writing. Typing is a good alternative. But I can't even do that correctly. I use my own system. It's just as fast as regular typing, but my fingers don't stay on "home row" and I am always looking down.
Despite my troubles at getting the words into a physical form, when they do come out, they make much more sense than when tangled inside my head. Some things will be be more Shakespereian, while others will have a more casual side. I have many voices when it comes to writing. They need to get out of my head so someone can listen to them, because they know what it's like to not really be anything. I guess these different voices in my writing represents the different chapters in the saga of life, a tale in which the hero finds himself completely lost and somehow has to find a way back to sanity with his character and dignity intact. It's the same story over and over again.
Like the words in my head, I'm not much of anything yet. Right now, I just need someone to listen.
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