Violet Rays

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I have been pressure so much to go out and party. People are making it their obligation to take me to a party. They think it is some kind of sin that I haven't been to at least one. I think God will forgive me, so I'm not going to a party.

Just because everyone else likes to go out, doesn't mean it is for me. Last time I check I'm a separate Individual with my own likes, dislikes, dream, hopes, and fears. Do not force your beliefs down my throat. Yes, 'believing' I have to go to a party because I'm in college is a belief. I 'believe' I can have fun without going into that atmosphere.

"Oh you need to get out and go to a party."
I don't need to do anything. There is nothing a really 'need', other than the basic necessities of life. I'm not going to die if I don't party.

I don't care what anybody says. I'm going to do something else. Like Robert Frost, I'm going to take the road less traveled. That's me taking a stroll down the path few have taken. Where will it take me? I have no clue. So, I'm saying no. Call me whatever you want to call me.

On top of that, I haven't got all of my high school rebellion out of my system. Therefore, the more you say I 'have to', 'must', or 'should' makes me not want to do it even more. I hate it so much when somebody pushes something on me. It makes me hate it even more.

I'm not going to a party and you can't make me.

Love,
Leira Violet

For those who haven't read Robert Frost's The Road Less Traveled
ROAD LESS TRAVELED

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth

Then took the other as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet, knowing how way leads onto way
I doubted if I should ever come back

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence
Two roads diverged in a wood
And I took the one less traveled by
And that has made all the difference


Robert Frost

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I know. I've been writing a lot of poetry lately, but hold on. There shall be actual posts soon. I promise you.

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It had the heads of Scylla
each stalked their prey with its one eye
In stealth and greed it scanned the multitude
All are oblivious to its presence
while it seeks those that resist

My hands move along
My mind rejects the motions
My lips move to the songs
My heart refuses the lyrics

Oh no! I've been spotted!
It takes its one eye and glares straight through me
My true motivations cannot be hidden
I'm raised above the masses in its firm grip
Soon paralyzed by scorn glances of dissent
each look disapproving my inner resistance

I await my execution.
to be burned at the stake for my non-conformity
or tortured 'til my soul could bare no more
What will big brother do to me?

Scylla drops me back down
I raise my arms and sing
with all my heart, soul, and mind

Love,
Leira Violet

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What does it take for a somebody to be a someone?

Does it take fame and fortune or work in the broiling sun?

Does it take a rich father or outrageously smart wit?

Does it take good looks or respecting the environment?

How about a pure heart, self-less eyes, or a kind tongue?

Or is that too lackluster for everyone?

Love,
Leira Violet

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I'm a prisoner of war. The weakest soldier of the smallest infantry. Naturally, I fought back, but it only made them stronger. I gave up to soon. If only I would hve kept trying, I probably wouldn't be in this hell hole. If only... To late for 'if only's. I'll keep trying to find a way out.

Everyday I call out to the chief. Some days I don't believe hehears me, but I continue to call. He will come. I know it. At the very least he will send someone better trained to help get me out. my wounds will be addressed and my stomach fed. Once again, I'll join the ranks of one of the greatest armies on earth.
Love,
Leira Violet

I wrote this because my youth pastor said we needed to have a poem and I couldn't think of one. All I came up with was this.

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