Can You Just Imagine...

I can just imagine myself being her, it's incredible. I mean, looking out over all of that, and feeling that you could just fly, but staying completely still.

The Goddess Of Music- Kimya Dawson

For the past few years, I have been listening to the music of Kimya Dawson. Her music is amazing, and only speaks the truth. Here are the songs that I have listened to the most. If you have any suggestions to other good artists like her, please feel free to leave a comment.

- My Rollercoaster             --->     http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pYh2Jv48mko
- Loose Lips                      --->     http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vOp4nxlbb1w
- Tree Hugger                    --->     http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R378SwPH-b0
- So Nice So Smart           --->     http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5taFiXT5J90
- My Mom                        --->     http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xRBI_bK0W0Q
- Caving In                        --->     http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=stEv5Qd2jq4
- Better Weather               --->     http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d94MpJMD_sY
- Underground                  --->     http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WhoAax7_FXw

Even If You're Left Behind, Life Will Always Find You With Happy Little Surprises

You know those little moments in life, that change your whole perspective? Those seem to keep happening to me. What's sad is that I always seem to forget them before I can get them down on paper, or burn it into my memory. Or those dreams that mean so much to you, that are so magical you can't help but feel empowered whenever it crosses your mind. I hate that after awhile, it loses its impact, fading away more and more, until you forget it completely. Until all you're left with is a sense of being left behind. I wonder what hurts more, being left behind, or realizing that you have left someone behind. I can just imagine it in my mind, every time it happens, the image of me on a rainy day, on an endless sidewalk. I look around and realize that suddenly I'm alone, it hurts. It always leaves me with this feeling that I have just been punched in the stomach: breathless and weak. Has anyone ever read the manga series 'Fruits Basket'? Near the end of the books she faces the battle that she is leaving the memory of her dead mother behind for love. It's sad.

Also, I have just finished reading the book 'This Lullaby' by Sarah Dessen. She talks about how everything in, the big things that stay with us for years, are always made up of the little things. The big days always happen on the days we expected nothing but... just another day. So there is no control, no handle on life, no matter how hard we wish there was. But... that's sort of the beauty of it all. Knowing that there are surprises around every corner, in every minute of the day. No control means the beauty of just watching the little things that make up all the large moments in our life.

Something So Dissapointing, It's Hard To Describe

I finally got my first comment (thanks to Magyar), letting me know that my writing is not going unseen. Well, to update you on my day, here's what happened:



I managed to make the mistake of showing my sister my writing. She laughed and told me not to write so many depressing things, even though it was supposed to be that way. It was a good poem, one of my best. She then preceded to point out every spelling error, every part where I should have used a different word, every flaw.

It was a poem on how flaws were beautiful. She scoffed.

Now there is a big red X on the poem, but I will keep writing, keep trying. I'm sure to get there eventually. I will just never make the mistake of showing her my writing again, and I'll be fine.

A Poem From Another Time... From Another Me

 Here's a poem I wrote, what do you think?

I could feel seashells under my feet as I ran.
THUMP-thump, THUMP-thump

Faster – I need to go faster
I said to myself as I could feel a bead of sweat forming on my forehead.
I swung my legs as fast as I could,
The sand flying up behind me
As I ran.

THUMP-thump, THUMP-thump

I was almost to the top of the cliff
I thought smiling
There was the water, it was just in sight
Just out of reach.

THUMP-thump, THUMP-thump

I could smell the salt
And feel the breeze
As those seashells climbed to touch my feet
As I ran.

THUMP-thump, THUMP-thump

There was the edge
One more step
And then a l-e-a-p
I am flying…
And my heart starts to beat harder.

THUMP-thump, THUMP-thump

Then the water embraces me;
But again my head pops up on the surface.
And I am rushed back into reality
I look back up at the cliff and long to do it all over again.

THUMP-thump, THUMP-thump

This Post Will Bring People Back To Life

I just watched the movie 'The Runaways.' Let me just say, this movie is truly amazing. I always wanted to be like Joan Jett in this movie. A girl who could be rocker and not give a damn about what anyone said. I wanted to be a girl that could handle everything... But it's scary to be like that. It's scary to be a girl who no one can get to. The path of a girl like that is destruction, but its so numb, there's no pain. So what would you choose? It's never enough though, which is crazy, and sick. Why is it that we always want to be someone else, something else, anything else? I hate that that's what we have become. I wonder what I should do, be a shy girl who no one notices, or be a delinquent who no one can get close to. Leave a comment if you see this post, any advice in this state of break-down would be super.

A New Beginning

Just to let you know, i suck at introductions, so here goes. I'm Black Rabbit, and this is my blog, but i guess you already knew that. I'm an 8th grader in middle school with drama around every corner, so be prepared (>.<) I will try to post on here everyday, but as you know there is life to deal with, so I'll do my best. Leave comments, follow, but most importantly... Wish me luck! :)