Everyday Is Exactly The Same by Nine Inch Nails

I believe I can see the future
Cause I repeat the same routine
I think I used to have a purpose
But then again
That might have been a dream
I think I used to have a voice
Now I never make a sound
I just do what I've been told
I really don't want them to come around

Oh, no

[Chorus:]
Every day is exactly the same
Every day is exactly the same
There is no love here and there is no pain
Every day is exactly the same

I can feel their eyes are watching
In case I lose myself again
Sometimes I think I'm happy here
Sometimes, yet I still pretend
I can't remember how this got started
But I can tell you exactly how it will end

[Chorus]

I'm writing on a little piece of paper
I'm hoping someday you might find
Well I'll hide it behind something
They won't look behind
I'm still inside here
A little bit comes bleeding through
I wish this could have been any other way
But I just don't know, I don't know what else I can do

[Chorus x2] 









I don't think I can even express in words how much this song means to me.  From the first time i heard it, I decided that I would always remember what it said.  I decided that I would ever let my life turn into the life that the song describes.  Trent Reznor, the singer for Nine Inch Nails who wrote this song, is trying to tell the world about his opinion of himself.  When he wrote this song, he was struggling with recovery from drug addiction.  He describes the monotony of his drug inhabited life.  Sometimes we let things get away from us, and we slip into a rut.  It's something we may not notice right away, but when we do, it's quite a shock.  Then, we start thinking about where we went wrong.  This is kind of what Reznor is doing.  He is analyzing how he used to live a full life, but now lives everyday with no feeling.  He admits to just sitting back and doing what he's told.  This is an extremely common theme in our generation.  I love this song, and I love how Reznor chooses to face his problems by putting them into a song.

Unsubdued by S.E. Kiser

I have hoped, I have planned, I have striven,
To the will I have added the deed;
The best that was in me I've given,
I have prayed, but the gods would not heed.

I have dared and reached only disaster,
I have battled and broken my lance;
I am bruised by a pitiless master
That the weak and the timid call Chance.

I am old, I am bent, I am cheated
Of all that Youth urged me to win;
But name me not with the defeated,
To-morrow again, I begin.

This poem is truly inspirational to me.  Kiser first tells of how he has been put down, he says "The best that was in me I've given, I have prayed, but the gods would not heed."  Here he is telling us that even though he has given everything that he has, he just can't seem to catch a break.  Kiser then goes on to say "I am bruised by a pitiless master that the weak and the timid call Chance."  Here Kiser is reinforcing the theme of his seemingly hopeless struggle against fate.  He is telling us that chance/fate has beaten him down, and he calls it his master, implying that it controls him.  Then, in the last stanza, he again admits his frailty.  "I am old, I am bent, I am cheated of all that youth urged me to win."  Here Kiser admits that he is in a very low place.  He is essentially admitting that he has been beaten.  But then in the last two lines he says: "But name me not with the defeated, To-morrow again, I begin."  Here, Kiser rises out of this darkness, and tells us that tomorrow, he will begin again.  He is telling us that not only will he survive through the night, but he will rise again with the daw, to face whatever may come.

Dance Upon the Wind by Intimate Knight

I wasn't looking for it, but some how it came, and found me.
Before I had a chance to react, it wrapped it's warmth around me.
Like a thief in the night, it has come and gone.
I have nothing, but that vision to reflect upon.

Until chance comes again, I'll let my thoughts dance upon the wind.
All day long, in my mind, I walk love's lonely street.
Like a tired man that longs to sit, but just can't find a seat.
Then, there it was again, up ahead, to light my way.

Only to vanish once more, just like all my yesterdays.
Until chance comes again, I'll let my thoughts dance upon the wind.
I don't know where I'm going, and where I've been isn't much to speak of.
I just know my heart is always showing, leading me to some far off love.

Just when I give up the fight.
Here it comes to make the bad things good, and the wrong things right.
Only to leave me lost and lonely again.
Drifting away as my thoughts dance upon the wind.

It has a name, I think they call it friend.






This poem is about friendship so I thought it ought to be dedicated to a very special friend.  Kaitlyn :)  I really like the way that Knight wrote this poem.  It rhymes in certain places, and it doesn't in others.  It's free spirited, just like it's subject : friendship.  Throughout one lifetime, dozens of friends come and go.  Sometimes there is nothing we can do to influence what happens when it comes to our friends.  Sometimes they come into our lives when we least expect it, and other times they leave just as we discover that we need them.  But, as Knight illustrates through the character of his poem, all we can do when we lose a friend is look forward to the next one.  I really love Knight's use of his title phrase throughout the poem.  "I'll let my thoughts dance upon the wind," and "Drifting away as my thoughts danced upon the wind."  It's a very cool phrase, and I think that it adds a lot of personality to the poem.  Speaking of personality, let me tell you about Kaitlyn...the sweetest most perfectest person ever.  She's pretty great, and she always makes me smile. This one's for you :)

Ticklish Tom by Shel Silverstein

Did you hear 'bout Ticklish Tom?
He got tickled by his mom.
Wiggled and giggled and fell on the floor,
Laughed and rolled right out the door.
All the way to school and then
He got tickled by his friends.
Laughed till he fell off his stool,
Laughed and rolled right out of school
Down the stairs and finally stopped
Till he got tickled by a cop.
And all the more that he kept gigglin',
All the more folks kept ticklin'.
He shrieked and screamed and rolled around,
Laughed his way right out of town.
Through the country down the road,
He got tickled by a toad.
Past the mountains across the plain,
Tickled by the falling rain,
Tickled by the soft brown grass,
Tickled by the clouds that passed.
Giggling, rolling on his back
He rolled on the railroad track.
Rumble, rumble, whistle, roar--
Tom ain't ticklish any more.





I think that this poem is very cool because it takes us back to the old days, when our parents tickled us ALL the time. Although most of us probably didn't get tickled as much as the poor kid in this poem, i think we all got tickled.  And that is something that just about every kid can share.  I remember this one time when my dad tickled me so hard I almost kicked him in the face...good times.  Thinking about being tickled makes me automatically flinch whenever someone tries to give me a high five, or when they try to shake my hand, I was so tickle-traumatized as a child that now, I flinch at just about everything.