Monday, February 20, 2012

PLL: Why Lucas and Noel might be working together as "A" STARTING FROM THE BEGINNING




**This post now includes theories coming from the entire season 1 (Episodes 1-22)! This post is separated into sections according to which episodes I came up with the theories. I know this is VERY long, so I thought that would make it easier.

Edit: PLEASE SEE THE LAST PARAGRAPH IN THE NOTES FROM EPISODE 12***. It is in bold and italics just like the writing here and it's something I just noticed.

BASED ON REWATCHING ALL EPISODES (1-22) OF SEASON 1 WITH THE KNOWLEDGE FROM NEWER EPISODES IN MIND.

**NOEL and LUCAS as “A” theory


Coverage of Pretty Little Liars and The Lying Game

I don't know how many of you watch Pretty Little Liars, but that show and The Lying Game are enough to drive anybody insane (in the best way possible). I am going to start posting reviews and theories of both of those shows on my blog so I can share my thoughts with others.

The first thing I'm going to post is my work-in-progress theory on the possibility of Noel and Lucas working together as "A" on Pretty Little Liars. It's a work-in-progress because it is solely based on what I have discovered by rewatching older episodes with the knowledge I have from the newer episodes kept in mind.

Thursday, February 16, 2012

Your Game

I know you're wondering if your aim has worsened as you toss knives
at my back to play your game.
Don't you worry: you've stayed the same.
I just haven't lost my life to your attacks because I've changed.
But you were too busy standing here polishing your spears
to keep track of your target
And now you wonder, "where is she?" Wishing I hadn't disappeared
I'd return if I hadn't gotten so far yet.
I bet you didn't even know how fast I could run
Even though you've seen me race before,
You had a blast making fun of my legs
back at the high school track, well now they're out the door.
So I ask you nicely not to beg
for me to turn around and get burned
'Cause now I've learned the rules to your game.
And though you have the tools to render me a fool
you can't force me to play.
I bet you never thought I'd read the instructions
As if your plots and pranks have taught me nothing.
Guess I've shot down some of your entertainment
'cause I've found it hard to play a game
if you don't have the pieces.
So have fun playing chess
But it'll be a mess when your king releases
all of your pawns and you're all that's left.
Sometimes even the ones with the worst luck
can find a four leaf clover
And now I know that I'm not cursed or stuck
and now your game is over.
And I watch from afar at you with your mouths ajar
shocked at the strength of my skin
For you talked so much and went to all those lengths
Just to make a game that I'd win.

Sunday, February 12, 2012

The Invisible Teardrop

This is for a good friend of mine who I lost too soon. I just realized I've never posted it anywhere.

The ocean hides the teardrop that you never showed to me
Sometimes I try to visit you by going to the sea
The water seems endless as waves crash to the shore
And separate drops join into one splash and I can't find them anymore
And so I am reminded of how you always hid your tears
Behind forced smiles and claims that you hadn't cried in years.
And so today I dig through the sand continuing my search
I'd give anything to dry that tear that tore you from this Earth.
Your war with this world has come to an end, but you've left so much here with me
And wherever you are, I hope it's peaceful. Peaceful like the sea.

Friday, February 3, 2012

Let Me Save You Part 2 (another poem made with the use of Andrew McMahon titles)

This one's for you... You know who you are.

I was a hostage with a restless dream to wake up and explore
You traveled 'round the globes and maps just to open my locked doors.
You unraveled my racing thoughts, casting lines into my mind
Unlike the people running at full speed, leaving me behind.
You found me as a broken bird who could never watch the sky
You're the astronaut who released me and taught me how to fly
I lived but a little piece of life until you rescued me
I knew nothing of American love 'til you let me see
all the thrills I was deprived of 'til your life with me you shared
You took me dancing with a gun and I wasn't even scared.
You said "I want to save you." Well, your wish has come true
I'm ready for the world now 'cause I can spin through it with you.

Poem constructed with Andrew McMahon song titles

Let Me Save You...

I know you don't want to be rescued
And I'm no heroine but I want to save you.
I'm ready to watch you unravel
On a bad day. I'll help you travel
If you need a holiday from real.
I'll be the astronaut who takes you
Up into space to see every star
Like the time I took you for a spin
after I woke up in a car.
The roads were painted dark blue--
The mixed tape that I made for you
Sat inside the pocket of my jeans
And we slipped into the airwaves
as you told me all your dreams.
I was calm; you were a hurricane
Until I told you, "you can breathe."
This broken heart might feel bruised
But it's not what it seems.
Go ahead, roll down the window
So you can see the lights and buzz
'Cause when I've reached the last straw
Good news will meet me at my window
I'll break myself to help you
So let's sit and watch the sky
Look at me and the moon
And I won't make you cry.

*Originally posted on this blog on 1/4/07, but it's one of my favorites so I wanted to move it up.*

painted personalities

if makeup could modify attitude
& not just appearance
if a paintbrush and a palette
could manufacture perseverance
if lipstick could lead lips
into genuine smiles and laughs
if crying could be stopped
with just cosmetic crafts
if concealer could obscure
all of the blemishes in pride
the plagues of personality flaws
would be so simple to hide.
but altering pigments
can't overshadow pain
emotion cannot be eclipsed
by the shimmer of a stain.