Between Black and White

Friday, April 2, 2010

MORE PICS

TOOK LOSTA PICS!

HERE"S MEH DOG!! LEXUS!

HERE"S MEH CAT, KIKI

THIS IS MY SHADOW

(at an angle that makes me look fat >-<)

And someflowers from MEH BACKYARD

Me, Dreamstar, Goldenstream, Dawnblaze, and Ember all made a clan together! Plz join! iT'S NEW AND NEEDS SOME LOVE!

http://rippleclan-warriors.blogspot.com/

And ALL of us also made a Smaming awarness Blog, Bloggers VS Spammers!

Do you hate blogging bullies and Spammers? PLZ chach out this blog!

http://blogger-vs-spammers.blogspot.com/

And Do you have a clan, and want your Leaders and Medicine cats to go to a special place to share Tounges with Starclan? Then PLZ come here, to the moonstream!

http://themoon-stream.blogspot.com/

Thursday, April 1, 2010

Suicidal... not really. HAPPY STUFF INSTEAD

i wrote a whole essay on why suicide is a good thing...... should I be concerned for myself?

Oh.... okayz.....

Anyways, EASTER IS COMING UP.

AND YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS.....

Har har har........

SHOULD I MAKE MY BLOG ALL SPRINGISH AND FLOWERY AND PRETTY AND STUFF FOR THIS NEW AND WONDERFUL SEASON?

COMMENT TELLING ME:

YES

Not that hard peps.

And I made a poll for what kinda contest we should have sence you guyz like answering polls rather than commenting......

:rolls eyes:

it doesn't faze me!

I'mma probably just gonna post ANOTHER poll for that... *grumbles*

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

PIC

OMG I TOOK A PIC FROM MY BACKYARD

OMG IT"S SIDEWAYS!!! But u get the idead....... Pretty!

LIONBLAZE

LEOPARDSTAR

IVYPAW!! who's my favorite now!!

THAT"S ALL< FOLKS

AND I SWEAR I DREW THESE!!! You wan't proof? just ask!

And I am still making the contest, putting together some ideas...........\\

STILL COMMENT TELLING ME SOME IDEAS FOR THE CONTEST!

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Tag From Scarheart

If I were a gemstone, I would be a: Ruby

If I was a scent, I would be: The smell of pine trees

If I were a pair of shoes, I would be: Vans

If I were a weather, I would be: A snowy day

If I were a facial exspression, I would be: Bored

If I were a car, I would be: A Mazda Ryuga

If I were a time of day, I would be: Dusk

If I were a month, I would be: May

If I were a sound, I would be: Silence (That doesn't relly make sence)

If I were a fruit, I would be:

If I was a color, I would be: Heavy grey

(The color of the sky)

If I were a musical instrument, I would be:

If I were an animal, I would be: A clouded Leopard

If I were a planet, I would be: Venus

I tag..... DREAMSTAR

Oh, and Decided, instead of another caption contest, I am gonna let YOU pick what kind of contest I will hold. comment HERE telling me your ideas, PLZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

-The end

Monday, March 22, 2010

Sorry

Sorry I haven't posted in a few days, and I will probably posy tommorow. And a new caption contest is coming up!!!!!

Thursday, March 18, 2010

HERE ARE THE WINNERS FOR THE CAPTION CONTEST

What the title says.
So, out of the TWO people that bothered to comment, out of 13 followers and 12 people at least coming on here and clicking what you are voting for and leaving, one got first place and one got second. AND DON"T SAY YOUR BAD AT CAPTIONS!! Have faith in yourself!

In Second place, is Symbols51, and here is you award!!!

And Breeze, YOU ONE!!! NOT WON, BUT ONE!!!

HERE'S YOU AWARD!!

AND SO THERE!!!!

Let America Be America Again

by Langston Hughes

Let America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free.

(America never was America to me.)

Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed--
Let it be that great strong land of love
Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme
That any man be crushed by one above.

(It never was America to me.)

O, let my land be a land where Liberty
Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath,
But opportunity is real, and life is free,
Equality is in the air we breathe.

(There's never been equality for me,
Nor freedom in this "homeland of the free.")

Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark?
And who are you that draws your veil across the stars?

I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart,
I am the Negro bearing slavery's scars.
I am the red man driven from the land,
I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek--
And finding only the same old stupid plan
Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak.

I am the young man, full of strength and hope,
Tangled in that ancient endless chain
Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land!
Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need!
Of work the men! Of take the pay!
Of owning everything for one's own greed!

I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil.
I am the worker sold to the machine.
I am the Negro, servant to you all.
I am the people, humble, hungry, mean--
Hungry yet today despite the dream.
Beaten yet today--O, Pioneers!
I am the man who never got ahead,
The poorest worker bartered through the years.

Yet I'm the one who dreamt our basic dream
In the Old World while still a serf of kings,
Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true,
That even yet its mighty daring sings
In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned
That's made America the land it has become.
O, I'm the man who sailed those early seas
In search of what I meant to be my home--
For I'm the one who left dark Ireland's shore,
And Poland's plain, and England's grassy lea,
And torn from Black Africa's strand I came
To build a "homeland of the free."

The free?

Who said the free? Not me?
Surely not me? The millions on relief today?
The millions shot down when we strike?
The millions who have nothing for our pay?
For all the dreams we've dreamed
And all the songs we've sung
And all the hopes we've held
And all the flags we've hung,
The millions who have nothing for our pay--
Except the dream that's almost dead today.

O, let America be America again--
The land that never has been yet--
And yet must be--the land where every man is free.
The land that's mine--the poor man's, Indian's, Negro's, ME--
Who made America,
Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain,
Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain,
Must bring back our mighty dream again.

Sure, call me any ugly name you choose--
The steel of freedom does not stain.
From those who live like leeches on the people's lives,
We must take back our land again,
America!

O, yes,
I say it plain,
America never was America to me,
And yet I swear this oath--
America will be!

Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death,
The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies,
We, the people, must redeem
The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers.
The mountains and the endless plain--
All, all the stretch of these great green states--
And make America again!

Colors of the Wind

You think I'm an ignorant savage
And you've been so many places, I guess it must be so
But still I cannot see
If the savage one is me
How can there be so much that you don't know?
You don't know ...
You think you own whatever land you land on
The Earth is just a dead thing you can claim
But I know every rock and tree and creature
Has a life, has a spirit, has a name
You think the only people who are people
Are the people who look and think like you
But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger
You'll learn things you never knew you never knew
Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned?
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountains?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest
Come taste the sunsweet berries of the Earth
Come roll in all the riches all around you
And for once, never wonder what they're worth
The rainstorm and the river are my brothers
The heron and the otter are my friends
And we are all connected to each other
In a circle, in a hoop that never ends
How high will the sycamore grow?
If you cut it down, then you'll never know
And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
For whether we are white or copper skinned
We need to sing with all the voices of the mountains
We need to paint with all the colors of the wind
You can own the Earth and still
All you'll own is Earth until
You can paint with all the colors of the wind