Enchanted.

I love that word. Enchanted.

All I see are blank faces now,
Eyes that cannot see.
People who do not really live,
They just...be.

It would be so enchanting to meet you.
It would be so inspiring to know you.
If only I could see a spark in someone's eye,
And know that they can fly,
I'd like to be enchanted,
Don't you?

All I see are mismatched souls now,
Eyes filmed with misery.
People who live waiting to die,
I thank God I'm blind to what they see.

It would be so enchanting to meet you.
It would be so inspiring to know you.
If only I could feel a beating heart,
And know that you and I could be a shooting star,
I'd like to be enchanted,
Don't you?

Let's tear away from the world, honey
It would be so enchanting to meet you.
Let's get away from the dead and grey,
It would be so enchanting to meet you.

I wanna be under your spell,
I want to feel warm again;
Once you climb over the mountain of despair,
I'll be there.

And I'd say

It's so enchanting to meet you,
It's so beautiful to meet you,
You and I can make a change,
give the world a resurrection.
But for now,
I'm just,
Enchanted by you.

Inspired by Taylor Swift's song 'Enchanted'

I Hate Fridays.

One book I recommend everybody (and I mean everybody) reads is the I Hate Fridays Collection, which is all five books of this brilliant series set in a Melbourne suburb in an omnibus edition.

I Hate Fridays is written by Rachel Flynn, with illustrations by Craig Smith. It's a brilliant book, and it's only now that I'm older that I appreciate how cleverly it is written. It follows a group of schoolkids from Grade Four to Year Eight, with an Epilogue of 'Where Are They Now?'.

It's the kind of book that really grows with you - I loved it when I first got it, at the age of seven, and I love it now, although it has changed incredibly as I have gotten older and wiser. It's the kind of thing even adults can read.

The books are a collection of short stories, supposedly written by the (fictional) schoolkids, that interconnect with each other. You watch how the characters grow, you watch as they start to resemble your own schoolyard chums, and you learn to love them, even warty Mario Marati.

Seriously. Get it.

And they say they're there for the greater good.

In politics Mr. C was telling us about our rights if we are ever stopped or arrested by the police. He then went on to tell us that oftentimes the police don't actually care or know about your rights, and this has led to him being taken by police several times as a youth.

He tried to put it as delicately as possible. The majority of the police force is made up of high school dropouts or people who couldn't get into uni - the same stuff of criminals, although the police force offers a more legal form of violence. And it is true - the police seem to be the people outside the law, and are running errant at that.

And you hear dreadful stories - police setting their dogs on illegal immigrants whilst yelling racial slurs, dumping quadraplegics and the mentally retarded out of their wheelchairs, shooting a woman in her home on a fraudulent no-knock warrant, and then planting drugs in the house when they found none of her own. You hear stories of youths being kicked and punched into police cars, and girls being beaten and raped in holding cells.

Policemen are intimidating people. Whenever I see them out and about I shudder, especially if they're carrying Tasers. I don't mind guns so much, it's the Tasers I'm scared of - really, they should be made illegal.

Men are unreliable creatures, and should not be given such power over the lives of other men. You give a man a shiny gun and a horse and yes, there will be blood! We train policemen only caring about whether they know how to fire a gun or not, we don't bother with establishing whether they have a conscience or no.

I just don't feel comfortable with the fact that after three months training people, who are as likely to be thugs as policemen, are given a nice uniform and a gun and let loose into the streets. Policemen are often complaining of poor work conditions and bad pay, and although I know some of them are genuinely there for the greater good, the majority of them need to clean up their act.

Dreams can change.

To be honest, I don't have the same dreams that I had just a few months back.

I want a big house, a comfortable house, a place with lush green grass and a big, big greenhouse with lots of vegetables. I want to live away from the world, in my little sanctuary. I want luxury, but a homey, kind of luxury, the quiet luxury of simplicity. I want a study that has a nice view from the window, with a fast computer so I can write all day. I'll publish books and when I go into town people will recognise me and ask for autographs, but I don't think I want to be too famous so that I get stalkers or anything. I want to go ice skating every day, although I'm not sure where.

It's amazing how what you once lived and breathed for can suddenly become so unappealing. I still want the same things but I guess my priorities have changed, and how I want them has changed.

How strange.

re: my poems.

Readers of mine may have noticed that lately I have been writing lots of poems based on songs.

I would just like to say that just because I write poems based on deep emotional love songs it doesn't mean I'm in a deep or emotional or loved up mood or anything, or that I'm not over my ex (I am. Seriously.) It's just that sometimes I hear a song and I think 'That would make such a cool poem,' or 'I totally know where she's coming from,' or 'OMG she's singing about my douchebag ex/the bully of the tenth grade!'

Stuff like that.

If This Was a Movie.

Last night I thought about how lately,
My life has been kind of going to plan lately,
I'm studying hard and I'm getting good grades like my mama said I would.
Last night I thought about how lately,
I've been kind of happier lately,
I'm laying off the makeup and I feel prettier like my mama said I could.

But you know I,
Can't help wondering if
This was a movie how would we turn out?

If this was a movie,
I wouldn't be alone,
I'd have a boy to drive me home.
If this was a movie,
You'd come back to me.
And maybe you'd even be riding a lawnmower.
If this was a movie,
You would have made me cry,
But you would have stood in the rain and told me why
You would be sorry,
If this was a movie.

Last night I thought about how lately,
Boys haven't meant as much to me lately,
I've backed off a bit and I'm having fun like my mama said I should.
Last night I thought about how lately,
I'm managing pretty good lately,
It's kind of nice without depending on love like my mama said I shouldn't.

But you know I,
Can't help wondering if
This was a movie how would we turn out?

If this was a movie,
I wouldn't be alone,
I'd have a boy to drive me home.
If this was a movie,
You would come back to me.
You would have chosen me instead of her.
If this was a movie,
You would have known you messed up,
If this was a movie,
You wouldn't have walked away.
If this was a movie.

I should have known
The higher you aim
The harder you fall
It doesn't bother me too much now,
But I can't help wondering if
This was a movie how would we turn out?

If this was a movie,
You would be a cute-smile movie star,
If this was a movie,
I wouldn't have acne scars.
If this was a movie,
We could have had our first kiss onscreen.
If this was a movie,
I'd know how it would end,
Walking on the beach at sunset,
Or round a river bend,
It would fade to black,
And show the names,
And it would be so lame,
But if this was a movie,
It would have turned out okay.

Inspired by 'If This Was a Movie' by Taylor Swift

Mean.

I know what you say about me.
I know exactly what you mean.
You know I'm not as dumb as you think coz
If I was I wouldn't have beaten you in everything.

You know exactly how you hurt me.
You know that you make me cry.
I know you love how much you can hurt me coz
That's who you are and all you'll ever be.

So you can tease me,
Call me a useless dreamer,
Because I know,
People don't get any meaner.
You're trapped in your own bitterness,
You can't look past your ignorance,
You're trapped in ways that I'm not.
So baby, I don't blame ya,
Because I can dare to dream,
And all you are is mean.

I don't know what I did to deserve this,
I don't know exactly who deserves this humiliation.
You know you're loving how you hate me coz
You don't know any other way.

You don't know how bad it feels to be on this end,
You don't know how hard you hit sometimes.
I don't know if there's any way to protect you
From the person you are,
And the person you'll become.

So you can blame me and
Call me a useless dreamer,
Because I know,
People don't get any meaner.
You think that I'm so innocent,
You think that I'm so helpless,
I'm trapped in ways that you're not.
So baby, I don't blame ya,
Because I'm the useless dreamer,
And all you are is mean.

Do you really think in this world,
A pretty face like yours should really be paired with a black heart like yours?
Do you really think in this world,
I'll never be anything?
I'll never be anything?

You know you can't get to big cities just by bitchin'
You know you can't get money just by lyin'
You know that college and careers don't fall into your lap like cherries.
I guess to get all that you have to be a useless dreamer...
Like me...

So who's laughing now?
It's the useless dreamer.
You should stop now,
Please don't get any meaner.
You're so helpless,
You're gonna be so unwanted,
You're trapped in so many ways that I'm not,
So baby I don't blame ya,
Call me a uselss dreamer,
Because I won't be one for much longer,
But all you'll ever be,
All you ever are is mean.

Inspired by Taylor Swift's song 'Mean'.

I can marry, you can marry. They should be able to marry, too.

Gay people cannot get married. It's simple as that. Our dear Prime Minister cannot even offer a reason, other than it is in the Consititution.

I've grown up in a very homophobic world. 'Gay' is still a degrading term for anyone, regardless of their sexuality.

Sexuality is a private matter, and I don't think politics should interfere with matters of behind closed doors. Anyone can get married - religious psychofreaks, convicted mass murderers - and yet gay people do not have the most basic right because we're backward morons who are terrified of the unknown.

We have this idea in our heads that once we legalize gay marriage, we'll be on the slippery slope to legalizing incest, bigamy and adultery. Not true. There is nothing wrong about homosexuality, okay? Sure, the idea might creep us out, but we're not forcing anybody to do anything they don't want to do, we just want to make sure people can do whatever they want to do.

I don't think I'm gay, I don't think I'm going to 'become' gay, because to my knowledge gay is something you're born with. But if I was gay, I shouldn't be made to feel inferior or sinful just for what I am. I don't want to know that I'm going to get bullied and bashed just because of something that is really a private matter anyway. What if my children are gay? How am I meant to tell them that mummy is allowed to get married but they aren't?

Gay people are people too. I don't think they deserve special rights, but I don't think they deserve to be denied their rights. Equal rights for all.

school bullying.

Australian schools do not allow same sex couples to attend school social events together.

Australian schools will, ahem, 'strongly advise' (kick out) any female students who fall pregnant, but will do nothing about the father.

Australian schools have the right to ask students to remove any ornamentation, even jewellery for religious purposes, like crucifixes.

Australian schools have the right to censor school internet access as they choose, use video monitoring, and have direct access to internet history logs and student accounts.

Australian schools have the right to punish students for conduct out of school time or grounds.

Australian schools have CCTV cameras in toilets.

Australian schools allow male staff and cleaners into female toilets.

Australian schools have the right to tell students to discard bought items or swap them if they contain caffeine, with no warning or monetary compensation.

Australian school teachers habitually and frequently abuse girls over issues such as clothing, image, and periods.

Australian schools abuse children who cannot remain composed during immunizations.

True story.

Campaign for better protection and rights and legal representation for children. We are human beings too, you know.

peacock.

So there's this new song released by Katy Perry called 'Peacock'. Sounds innocent enough, hey, but think again. The lyrics go like this: I wanna see your peacock, cock, cock/Your peacock, cock/Your peacock, cock, cock/Your peacock/I wanna see your peacock, cock, cock/Your peacock, cock/Your peacock, cock, cock/Your peacock.

Got the message yet? We wanna see your, ahem, peacock.

Before you say this is vulgar, it's just fun. Seriously. And if guys can sing songs like this => Tight jeans/double d's/makes a man go twit-twoo then girls can sing about peacocks. Why are guys allowed to f**k around and we're not?

I'm not saying that all girls think about it 24/7 (or as much as some guys I know), but we have the right to do and think and say what we want. It's called freedom. Liberty. Every woman's right. We are human, you know. Girls don't just dream of love and boys don't just dream of sex. It should be okay to mix it up a bit.

Sex is such a taboo for girls. We're not meant to like it or think about it or be curious about it or even sing about it, for crying out loud. If the song was called 'Puppies' and sung by a guy nobody would give a second thought. But no, girls aren't even allowed to use a substitute for the abominable p-word.