Everyday I see gang activity and fighting.

I see people wasting their lives by doing drugs or purposely failing classes.

Its not the brightest idea.

I wish people would be peaceful and greet each other with hugs instead of punches.

It is possible that world peace is impossible, but if it is, we need to work on it.

Drama needs to be diminished and excessively large egos need to be put on a more equal playing field.

People make fun of me for being Jewish. Whether they are kidding or not it still sucks. What does that manifest in a positive manner? Nothing in my eyes.

We need to smile at each other in the work place and help others out.

Thats the end of it.

Be a nicer person and impact the world more than you already have.

♥

My name is Allie Coulter and I give cello lessons to people 5 years of age and older. I teach the people that have never before held an instrument to advanced cellists. I attend Lakewood HS. I am affiliated with Arapahoe Youth Philharmonic Orchestra and my own solo career. I play special events such as wedding receptions and art gallery premiers.  My hourly rate is 20.00 per hour. Please contact me at 303.495.8132 or eMail me at cellocaddy@gmail.com

there is this pain in my heart

i don’t know where to start

of how to explain why.

there is this guy

yes, he is relatively fly.

there is also this new town

with out high ways or macy’s.

i sit here and cry.

please don’t look me in the eye

my make up is fading away.

as it runs down my cheeks

i miss him.

and i miss denver.

how can i miss a city?

that is easy to say.

i have never loved traffic more

on a single rainy day.

i misss the tall buildings.

every single one.

i miss him.

when we say good bye my heart wrenches.

i can’t stop to say i love you.

or laugh the pain away.

i simply whisper good bye.

and we both know i cannot stay.

i need him now. in this moment.

i need his breath on my face.

i need his eyes, staring into mine

because.

i am alone here.

my family is non-existent.

my friends are a thing of the past.

all i have is music.

which is slowly going fast.

this pain in my heart.

started on the 28th of march.

the day i departed from home

the pain in my heart will go away.

on the very day i move home.

i just wanna go home.

i miss him and denver.

and the rest of my friends.

hair madness

new hair cut time
lets get something new and fresh.
lets cut it off
something not so manish

please dye it.

without frying it
radical colors
and bleach it to platinum blonde.

then you’ll wake up
tomorrow morning
and wonder if you were drunk

it was down to the kness,
oh please
now its only to my sides.
lets cut it short
but leave it long.
make sure it doesn’t
look like anyother guy’s.

origionality is what to strive for
let your creativity thrive.
after its done and over
it’ll be hated on
by yourself and everyone else.

lets just accept change
to put some spark back in life.
lets dye it dark
but leave most of it light.

then you’ll wake up
tomorrow morning
and wonder if you were drunk

it makes you want to
shave your head
or put it into super long dreads.

eventually it’ll grow back,
but it won’t happen very fast.

(more later)

its like what the fuck

when people hurt me,
i mean really hurt me
i do not know what to do.

when i trust someone
to the point of insanity
and they turn around and stab
me in my heart?

it makes me question
if anyone is really
worth the risk of pain.

i know what the answer
should be,
but its not the one that
makes sense to me.

i always miss my friends,
even the ones i never
hung out with
outside of school

and its like…
i never ever existed,
and i feel like
i have impacted their
lives…

but apparently i’ve
am wrong.

i hope i’m still
right.

the thing is.. i just moved from denver to grand junction.

i hate it in grand junction and i miss denver like hell.

all i want to do is move back,

but we have no money so,

we can’t.

i want to make a music break as soon as possible.

that would make so many things easier.

-manifests  musical break-

the end♥

no one has ever liked fruit cake.

except old ladies i guess.

this fruit cake was 54 years old.

it smelled like death.

and looked even worse.

i refused to taste it.

even though it offered its self many times.

it acted like it was sublime to be a fruit cake.

it carried a can of weed.

often getting high.

it strutted it stuff

which made all of us cry.

it some times drank rum

but it never settled well.

perhaps it was too fruity.

it often belched.

yet it often tossed its cookies.

it lost weight.

and was no longer able to hold doors open.

the useless fruit cake was left in the dust.

and it joined his fellows at the

local fruit bar.

who are you to take my heart, and stomp on it?

the blood gushes out in streams.

the tears on my face stain your hands red.

my heart can no longer feel love.

or hope. or warmth. or joy.

please remain happy.

upon your high horse.

‘t would be a shame

if you fell of said horse.

thanks to you my heart is down,

down on the floor.

it drowns in tears,

flooding la terre.

my heart is dead.

therefore so am i.

who are you to say how i should die.

you however accomplished thus,

as i sit with souls,

as lost as mine.

and no longer cry, or feel pain.

I would like to introduce myself because, after all, this is my first blog.

My name is Alexandra Eliza Jane Coulter, but I would prefer to go by Allie.

I play the cello and electric bass. I can play piano and  drums, but I don’t really enjoy it.

I am 14 years old, April 10th and I love to write music.

I write the notes, the lyrics… all of it.

On my blogs I will post my poetry, lyrics, and my opinions.

I am politically savvy. Yes, I’m 14 and I keep up with all of that.

I am opinionated about most of it: in my opinion NONE of the candidates running this year are worth voting for, so you must look at the candidate with the LEAST bad qualities.

Keep up with me and my blog. I am an intellectually, interesting person.

^^+1o points for alliteration!