Sunday, October 27, 2013

"We're actors in our lives, pretendin' to be who we want people to think we are.".

I read that recently in the book "Perfect Chemistry." It made me think of this class and how we have to hide behind pen names to be able to express our true feelings. We hide behind our pen names in fear of being discovered and known. We fear other people's judgement. We fear being different, but its impossible to not be.

Ain't Nobody Messin' Wit My Clique

I've decided recently that every school has the same cliques. We all say that we shouldn't stereotype people but its easier that way. You already know a lot about someone just by what clique they're in. So here is a list of the cliques that every high school has:

Preps
Goths
Geeks
Band Geeks
Book Worms
Hicks/Rednecks
Nerds
Punks
Skaters
Drama People
Choir People
"Special People"
Indies
Gangstas/Wangstas/Wiggers
Cliques By Sport
Tomboys
Druggies/Alcoholics
Cheerleaders
Class Clowns

Sunday, October 20, 2013

Do Grown Men Cry?


Grown men don't sob
Have you ever wondered why?
There in the shower
the best place to cry

From start to finish
They go all through
The red eyes they have
Are from "soap or shampoo"

You never hear them
Understand how?
The shower's noise
And music up so loud

They go until forever
Until the daybreak
The water runs cold
"That's why they shake"

That Shiny Guy



Do we know the moon?

We constantly ignore the moon. He comes out each night as we go in. We ignore him as he scans the sky. 

He's far away. Was the moon cast out? Made fun of? Why did he leave us? 

At least he's consistent. I know he'll be there when the sun decides to quit. 

He is all alone. But I know he likes us. He pulls on the ocean and gives us waves, light in darkness, and watches over us while we sleep. What do we give to the moon?

We met the moon once. We landed on his face like an annoying fly. Then we stuck a stick in his eye and claimed him as ours.

But he went along with it. 

Wednesday, October 16, 2013

It's Time For A Change

Lately I have been feeling like nobody can see me. I feel like the world is passing me by. I feel like no one cares.

This has only just been recently. I don't feel accepted by the people around me and I don't know why. I try to include myself with them but I always feel like I am just a burden. Now that I am seeing it more obviously I only want to remove myself further.
I think I am just lonely. I can usually spend hours alone. I haven't gotten sick of it until now. All of my friends seem to be doing fine fitting in.. What is wrong with me?

Am I really a pain to be around? Or is it just me feeling that way?
I want to fix this. I want these days to go back to how they used to be. I want to be included. People hardly come up to talk to me. It changes my day when they do.. I feel like I'm just bitching and I'm sorry to whomever reads this. It's time for a change.  

Monday, October 14, 2013

The Moments

Remember the first day?
Things changed, no longer play.
It was canyon fires,
a contiguous contour
welded together in loves every hour
the invigorating beckon of blankets
watching your eyes succumb to sleep
your sweet face, gently sealing me in a locket
remember them and forget the aftermath
they've gone by that's why its past
relive the moments they're the things that last

Market

covered in the shadow of the day
cloudy days bring rain
cloudy days bring balance
and everybody feels pain

you don't think about breathing
unless you're drowning
here comes the flood
now you feel a heart pounding

dust lingers int he corners
have we not covered them all?
covering everywhere
this great big ball

tragedy is the quarter on the ground
I pick it up every time
a pocket sagger laughs and tosses
another to be mine

Does the prideful mans back hurt?

Does the prideful mans back hurt?
will his eyes ever fall to the ground?
is he blind in his path of travel?
for what he is, for what he could have found

is a sorrowful mans throat swelled?
could he speak and recognize his own name?
does the mirror hide his happiness?
does he long into it for something that never came?

will a lost mans feet hurt?
never walking on the right path
do they long to be going somewhere?
or are they waiting for the aftermath

does a happy mans cheeks hurt?
his refuse to hide his yellow teeth
will the smile ever stop?
or be in the coffin
when he chooses to cease?

Can't Stop Love

Lust in scarlet
Dreams often dusted
Christmas to a child
Can't compare to my beating heart

To love a rose and resist
denial drops and all will crumble

A two mirror thought
compassion in my mind
no dam holds back the water

All yell warning
and distrust
I pity confusion
Don't stop love

Space Camp

I don't want to be held back anymore.
I'm tired of others telling me that I can't do something.
They tell us that its not a good idea;
                       that it can't be done;
                 that it shouldn't be done;
                       that we won't like it.

How do we know if its not a good idea until we try it?
How do we know if it can't be done until we try it?
How do we know if it shouldn't be done until we try it?
How do we know if we won't like it until we try it?

We need to learn to trust ourselves and listen to our inner voices.
We know ourselves better than everyone else around us.

Who do you want to be?
What makes you happy?

When you find what you want to do, be the best at it.

You don't have to be liked by everyone. You don't have to make everyone happy. You don't have to follow every rule.

They will tell you it can't be done. But you have to trust yourself.

You can't be stopped by the fear of failure; the fear of being told you were wrong.

You never want to fail because you didn't work hard enough.

Stop wasting your time. Because right now someone else is ahead of you.

"You can't climb the ladder of success with your hands in your pockets" - Arnold Schwarzenegger

So go to Space Camp, and be the best captain they have ever seen.








Tuesday, October 8, 2013

I want to learn to spit lyrics

The Things That Hate Us - Atmosphere

And this is for those that still drink malt liquor

Put the poison in your body just to pass out quicker
When death calls best believe it's gonna get all emotional
Because I ain't goin' to hell without my menthols
Damn cable TV got me trapped in
Girls actin' dumb and cops beatin' black men
Overfill, overkill, tryin' to deal
Call the toll free and order my some diet pills
Got me looking at the sugar in the Kool-Aid that you made
You need to chase it down with some toothpaste
Still stuck to the simple things yep the struggle in between a couple of krispy kremes
I have to ask if you could pass that half and half to get my coffee back on track
Big ups to all the carbonated hiccups the energy drinks and the suicide big gulps
Gonna find happiness in the fast food
Supersize the triple bypass heart attack too
Distract you with these colorful tattoos to cover up the fact that we feel like bad news

We love the things that hate us
Push snooze again girl I don't want to wake up
America the beautiful that's how she played us
Wasn't that cute it must have been her make up
Trying to grab everything that she gave us
Just take it back in the math on that pay stub
Lookin' at the neighbors like wait up
We love the things that hate us

Pain killers help find some feeling
Crack the vic in half just to break the time sealant
Take it by yourself on the living room carpet
Do a little bump just to clean your apartment
? I've seen your wife she's not the true finest?
I understand why you like to pay them prostitutes
Strip clubs gun shops oh Jesus right next to the liquor store for your convenience
Everybody say ho for the cuervo
You can drive if you promise to be careful
Turn the radio up and light a doobie
And keep acting like life is like a movie
This is for those needles you share because
Those after school TV specials is too square
Cook the coke for your own consumption
? All some joe joe dems? In old school
What's your function
As American as herpes and hot dogs
Got lost between the mustard and the hot sauce
Unprotected sex with that one you just met
You ain't even got all your hep shots yet

We love the things that hate us
Push snooze again girl I don't want to wake up
America the beautiful that's how she played us
Wasn't that cute it must have been her make up
Trying to grab everything that she gave us
Just take it back in the math on that pay stub
Lookin' at the neighbors like wait up
We love the things that hate us

Death: the action or fact of dying or being killed; the end of the life of a person or organism.

I actually enjoy taking risks. I like that rush that you get when you shock your body; when you get close to death. Most of my hobbies involve extreme danger. I see how dangerous I can get.

If its not dangerous, then it isn't fun.

I say look death in the eyes and spit in it's face.

We live to die. So if we die we win.

Yeah I get scared too. But every time I get scared I think to myself "you're not going to die this time" and I push myself harder.

Even if you lose, you probably won't die. The fact that you overcame the fear of death is what made you great.

Make mistakes, live life to the fullest - you're going to think life is boring if you don't.

Live without worries. Ignore your doubts.

Put yourself out there more.

Learn to be spontaneous.

Or don't do any of this and remain your boring self. Your choice. But if you at least do a few of these things, your life will be a lot more fun and interesting. Death will no longer be scary.