Martyr · Complex.

1. i am running very late for nothing. thus i will stay out later than i should, sleep in later than i should and repeat. waste.
2. i am wearing leggings that do not cover nearly enough of my rear end.
3. i am reading other people's words that could have been mine two years ago. is it a coincidence that i hate my past self and future self and current self along with the selves that wrote all those words? all those kids that love getting arrested and getting drunk and kissing boys. are they me or them? insert curse word here.
4. i'm confused and i haven't done my hair or makeup yet.
5. some days i stop and look at the floor and seriously debate whether or not i'm going insane. the floor moves under my eyes.
6. i want to make music.
7. if i read their thoughts, who reads mine?
8. i'm flat broke.
9. "i fly like paper, get high like planes"
i'm going to go fall out of consciousness now.

            Intro

    Footsteps echo off the green linoleum floors as black leather shoes, shined to a high-finish, move down the row. These shoes complete the starched, professional uniform of prison guard Paul Edgecomb, the central character of The Green Mile, a film adaptation of Stephen King’s famous novel. Paul bonds with the inmates he oversees and believes in the criminal justice system that he represents; however, when John Coffey arrives on the prison’s death row, he begins to question the very ideas that ground him. Coffey comes to prison after the townspeople of a small Louisiana farming community find him holding the bloodied bodies of two young girls and lock him away without a second thought. Looking at Coffey’s eight-foot, three-hundred pound frame, Paul readily accepts this violent tale, but soon after his admittance, Coffey begins to display extraordinary powers. He heals Paul’s month-long bladder infection and even brings a fellow prisoner’s mouse back from the dead. Each time Coffey performs these miracles, he declares, “I was just taking it back,” the same statement he made when found with the girls. With this new information in mind, Paul delves into Coffey’s past, struggling to separate truth from the tangles of perception and assumption. In The Green Mile, Coffey becomes the victim of a cruel and prejudiced legal system, receiving the death penalty for a crime he did not commit. This blatant injustice forces one to reexamine his or her beliefs about capital punishment. Sadly, cases like Coffey’s appear much too often in real life and provide countless examples of why the US Congress should make the death penalty illegal despite the fact that it serves as an effective punishment for criminals.

Because of its high cost and unimaginable cruelty, the United States Congress should vote to make capital punishment illegal. To begin, it costs the government more to execute criminals than to imprison them for life. Especially in the current state of economic recession, the government should do all that it can to lower its operational costs so that money can go towards social programs or other areas where it will benefit the taxpayers rather than wasting funds on the countless appeals and precautions associated with the death penalty. As Ellen Auchter writes, “Executions cost more than life in prison. $2 million per person vs. $500,000” (Auchter 1). This extra cost alone presents an irrefutable argument against the death penalty; however, the vindictive, barbaric element of capital punishment also constitutes a very important reason why the government should make it illegal. Countless examples of executions gone wrong, where the inmate experienced terrible pain before succumbing, stand in refute of those that call the death penalty humane, but even in executions that go as planned, the criminal still faces a painful, victimizing process. As an article of the Harvard Crimson states, “Research indicates that the anesthetic [in lethal injections] can wear off, while another drug keeps the condemned paralyzed, thus giving the illusion of serenity, underscored with massive unseen pain. The drugs are known to take anywhere between seven minutes to two hours to be effective, and finding a suitable vein is often a long, torturous ordeal” (Brutality, Disguised 3). No matter their crime, human beings should not face this vicious treatment, much less in a nation that forbids cruel and unusual punishment. Despite its obvious brutality, capital punishment does not deter crime as it promises, yet another reason that the United States Congress should take action to end its use. Even while advocating the death penalty, former Attorney General Janet Reno confessed, “I have inquired for most of my adult life about studies that might show the death penalty is a deterrent. And I have not seen any research that would substantiate that point” (Reno qtd. in Jackson Sr., Jackson Jr., Shapiro 26). No reason exists to support violence against fellow humans when it does not even prevent future crimes. The death penalty fails to serve any practical purpose, as one can see in the fact that Texas, the state with the most executions, has a murder rate two times higher than that of Wisconsin, a state without the death penalty (Auchter 3). Capital punishment does nothing to curb crime rates and only perpetuates the violence; therefore, Congress should work to make it illegal. Along with its cost, unbearable cruelty, and nonexistent deterrence, the US Congress should end the death penalty because of the fact that it targets the wrong people.

Girls, I cannot stress this enough: if you aren't being treated right by a guy, dont wait for him to change. ditch his sorry butt, disgrace to the male population and find someone who will treat you with utter respect
Someone who will make you smile when you're at your lowest.
Someone who will care for you even when you make mistakes.
Someone who will love you, no matter how bad you make them feel.
Someone who will remember the little things and surprise you w/ personal gifts
Someone who will allways be there for you and let you know
Someone who will stop what they're doing just to look you in the eyes....and say "i love you" ..and actually mean it.
 
...i felt the need for some corniness.

The silver words move swiftly, vainly, volunteering little

Erroneous pieces with generous lapses in sincerity.

The arrogant argument leaves words pressed

Like origami- hard to read and reaching farther from the truth.

Drive the point home, rising rich with every octave.

Your voice roars across mountains,

Across lonely country roads,

Across clavicles and shoulder blades,

The bones and skin sliding to the floor

And come to a crushing stop

To rest assured that they will stare at the obvious arrival

Of the rich and the liars with their golden promises

Falling to a fruitless end.

A rough form of reassurance

Retaining colors, purple fades to red

And dressing down the royalty

Into pieces to be picked apart, pried apart, pulled apart

With spaces in between, serving

Glistening bits of insight

That refute and resist the nervous mistress

Dripping in generous helpings of jewels, silver, jade.

They lay across her neck and notice only the overture of tones in her voice

When she vocalizes needs that no one can fulfill

And plays a vision of strappy silk

And black against champagne skin.

She smiles senselessly, lets fools rush in,

Bites restlessly at cherry lips

And thinks maybe it will stop at a kiss.

the next morning, i fish through the pockets of yesterday's jeans looking for lunch money.
i take the steps two at a time and run out the door.