The Modesty Writers Guild

'An Invitation to a Beloved Walking Corpse: I see past your falsehood and through your royal cloak. My eyes behold your bilious state. I have seen the fires of hell illuminate your face, and still I am not afraid. You seek to steal the skins of others, but I tell you your own can be restored. Let me breathe life into your withered flesh. I am air to your lungs, and a flow of fresh blood to your quiet heart. I call you out from the grave. Oh, to live again. To let the sun warm your icy skin and the gentle wind remind you God is near. To see with eyes unglazed by the lie, to run, with life, with joy. There was a dead man walking. The death march is over. I long to quicken your mortal body. I will sing to you a requiem for death, when you defeat it. The crown of life is yours, and it shines. I will wash your scarf colored red with blood. It is then you will stand on a mountain. I will raise your lowly hill, outside of vanity, outside of disillusion. This is you, ...

"The Reality The reality is, we are all liars. And if you think that you are not, then you are lying to yourself. There is no stopping life's continuum. Whether you want to or not, you are continually changing and evolving as an individual. Therefore it is impossible to be the same person you were a month ago. Circumstances, people, God, tragedy and triumph all contribute to our daily understanding of life. For the lenses we peered through yesterday are not the same as today's nor the ones we will look through tomorrow. But for some reason each day we convince ourselves that we know what is true. So in all sincerity, you speak words of significance. And you believe whole heartedly that you are speaking words of truth. But then something happens. Darkness begins to cloud your confidence and confusion replaces your days' clarity. The words you spoke were true, but they are no longer. His name was Shane. His lie, "I love y...

thanks guys, it was to good to leave alone. we were made to wander, estaban. the earthly find homes with whomever their hearts lie, wherever that may be, but it's fleeting. we have no homes here -- they're being built as we speak. 4:23 PM Anonymous said... yeah...i agree with the previous comment,but I have to add that I've had some of those same thoughts myself--having to move twice a year in college into all different res halls and houses. i cried the summer after i graduated b/c i just wanted to settle in somewhere. I just wanted roots. I don't at all mind traveling the world and i'm going to, but i think I wanted roots. I think thats what we want. All the stuff that I own--I could take it or leave it. Its not about material things and wanting a house or someplace cool to live. Its about wanting to find a place to rest. I have found that rest as I lay my head on the chest of my savior. However, he gave me a place to lay my head here, too. I have frien...

what is the concept of home, for me i found it fleeting. living a life on the road has left me wanting for a place of my very own. i dont have room or space to call my own. "we wanderers, ever seeking the lonlier way, begin no day where we have ended another day; and no sunrise finds us where sunset left us." -kahlil gibran the prophet in the movie the garden state i enjoyed the conversation in the pool because i felt there was some sense of truth about it. the fact is maybe we are searching out someone else to create the sense of home we so long for from our youth. why do we try so hard to grow up only to grow up and desire the responsibility (or lack there of) when we were adolecents. life, like love, is a constant contridiction. maybe that is why people stay in their hometowns. its not a crab hole like we had once presumed, people move back not because they feel that they can do no better, but because they are trying to regain something that is forever lost. a se...

in an article on msnbc (http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/6395182/?GT1=58090) and all over television the night of november 2nd they were debating the fact that the young vote did not come out as many had anticipated, being that 10% of people coming out to vote were first time voters, the same number that came out in 2000. all these bandwagons against bush such as; rock against bush, punk voter, rolling stone magizine, nofx, vote or die, mtv (the most biased of them all), and others couldnt stop bush from becoming president, and im sure today they are wonderng why. i have the answer. if you look at the target audience of mtv (12-15 year old girls), rock against bush (13-17 year olds), punk voter (13-18), etc you see a startling fact that the vast majority of the audience that buys/watches their products/programing is under tha age of 18 and can not vote!!! so next time fat mike of nofx wants to start a rally and rock against anything he might want to try and target some other people bes...

we the walking corpses all dressed in our black tuxedos and silk ties who we really are veiled in falsehood. no one is honest no one is true let me unveil who i am so others may learn i am a walking corpse look at my mantel of purple attemting to convince you i am royalty. i am no king but on the contrary a man servant who stole hears and this cloak. i seek skin like riches so i can feel better about my own corpse. in self seeking i stumbled upon this crown. i deserve death but instead found this psuedo life laying in a gutter ordained in these fine clothes. all an illusion of someone that is not me. see this halo? i stole it. see this glow about my face? it is the fire of hell behind me thta makes my apperance so bright. oh the red scarf around my neck, it is beautiful i agree. but it was white until i dipped it into the blood of those i had to crush to get to this hill i have convinced you is a mountian. success is a four letter word, validity is a self serving ...