Tuesday, July 31, 2012
i'll be just fine and so will you.
I want to be friends. I don't want to be in a box any more.
Leave it alone for awhile.
I'm not going to try and make this work now. I'm 16 you're 17. We have time.
We don't have to be together. We just have to be friends. Just leave it alone. Leave it all alone for awhile. I'm tired and so are you.
f*ck it all, i'm 16.
I am the mothereffing goldfish of the mothereffing universe and i'll be ok!!
I have Savanna freaking Nickels and Micah effing Vargas!
I'll be fine. And so will you.
Leave it alone for awhile.
I'm not going to try and make this work now. I'm 16 you're 17. We have time.
We don't have to be together. We just have to be friends. Just leave it alone. Leave it all alone for awhile. I'm tired and so are you.
f*ck it all, i'm 16.
I am the mothereffing goldfish of the mothereffing universe and i'll be ok!!
I have Savanna freaking Nickels and Micah effing Vargas!
I'll be fine. And so will you.
Saturday, July 28, 2012
I want a cat named Megatron that looks like cloud.
I want to shove you in my back pack with some crackers and water as I run away to adulthood,
to Spokane.
I want to buy a house and show you all the songs I learned on the guitar while you lay in bed half asleep.
I want to steal you away from everything you hate and replace it with our little brick house.
I want to smoke on our porch as you read the newspaper shirtless and wearing fake glasses.
I want to help make dinner then go feed the ducks at the park.
quietly blasting Mumford and sons.
peace
accompanied solitude
dresses and suspenders.
holey shoes.
tattoos and gages.
silence and pointless noise.
I want to heal what I broke or believe in what I have no hope in.
I want this. But I guess I want a lot of things.
...what do you want?
Thursday, July 26, 2012
Friday, July 20, 2012
yeah, it is one of "those" lists.
lovely
passionate
loves music (good music)
someone i can respect and be proud of
likes me
has a story (wether it's great or not)
sweet
someone i can be myself around
someone who my friends like too
believes in a 'higher power'
can make each other laugh for a long time
enjoys happiness
likes cats, tattoos, and levi the poet
is a thinker
is hipster, indie, or punk. or all three.
wants or has piercings
great
passionate
loves music (good music)
someone i can respect and be proud of
likes me
has a story (wether it's great or not)
sweet
someone i can be myself around
someone who my friends like too
believes in a 'higher power'
can make each other laugh for a long time
enjoys happiness
likes cats, tattoos, and levi the poet
is a thinker
is hipster, indie, or punk. or all three.
wants or has piercings
great
Sunday, July 15, 2012
There was a boy who lived on a street.
His friends thought pants were too bright and his hair wasn't neat.
He was different from all the other kids, because he didn't mind.
He would ride his bike when the sun came out and would jump in all the puddles when it rained.
He loved his music loud and his TV quiet.
He never kissed anything in his life! But only ever held hands with one girl on his birthday last month. It was all really great, but in the moment he got too excited and squeezed her hand too tight, she came to school with a cast the next day, but she didn't seem to mind, she drew flowers that were on fire, rocket ships all over it and said she was attacked by a bear.
But the boy knew there was no bear at his birthday party...and if there was it was inside his hand under his skin, he felt awful so he thought he'd do something nice for her, he thought of what she liked as he walked home from school, on the way he found a hat, she liked hats!
He took it home and washed it in his favorite puddle, left it out in the sun to dry and it turned green. "Rad!" he thought, "she loves green!" He walked to her house and gave it to the girl who's hand he broke, she smiled and thanked him. She put it on her head and the boy smiled and turned to run before she could see him blush, as the boy ran a neighbor saw him and yelled "how's your girlfriend!?" and the boy stopped running, faced the neighbor and said "you have no right to judge me! I gave her a hat, and she gave me a smile. There is no need for a title. This is strictly business! And this reddness that you see! Is merely a sun burn and nothing more!" the neighbor made a face and said nothing as he continued to walk down the road. feeling proud of himself the boy ran with everything he had in him, past his house, and past the mail boxes. he ran so fast his feet left the ground and he shot though the air. Past the clouds and Past the air planes, to the moon. finally the boy stopped, looked back at the earth where he lived, and scoffed. He took a breath and dived back to earth. through all the stars, clouds, and planes, right into his favorite puddle.
His friends thought pants were too bright and his hair wasn't neat.
He was different from all the other kids, because he didn't mind.
He would ride his bike when the sun came out and would jump in all the puddles when it rained.
He loved his music loud and his TV quiet.
He never kissed anything in his life! But only ever held hands with one girl on his birthday last month. It was all really great, but in the moment he got too excited and squeezed her hand too tight, she came to school with a cast the next day, but she didn't seem to mind, she drew flowers that were on fire, rocket ships all over it and said she was attacked by a bear.
But the boy knew there was no bear at his birthday party...and if there was it was inside his hand under his skin, he felt awful so he thought he'd do something nice for her, he thought of what she liked as he walked home from school, on the way he found a hat, she liked hats!
He took it home and washed it in his favorite puddle, left it out in the sun to dry and it turned green. "Rad!" he thought, "she loves green!" He walked to her house and gave it to the girl who's hand he broke, she smiled and thanked him. She put it on her head and the boy smiled and turned to run before she could see him blush, as the boy ran a neighbor saw him and yelled "how's your girlfriend!?" and the boy stopped running, faced the neighbor and said "you have no right to judge me! I gave her a hat, and she gave me a smile. There is no need for a title. This is strictly business! And this reddness that you see! Is merely a sun burn and nothing more!" the neighbor made a face and said nothing as he continued to walk down the road. feeling proud of himself the boy ran with everything he had in him, past his house, and past the mail boxes. he ran so fast his feet left the ground and he shot though the air. Past the clouds and Past the air planes, to the moon. finally the boy stopped, looked back at the earth where he lived, and scoffed. He took a breath and dived back to earth. through all the stars, clouds, and planes, right into his favorite puddle.
I found this is the cuboard with my stuff:
I rebel from the revolting aspect of charity. I deem this as absurd. for I find chaos, anarky and rebellion as what grips with planet together. We are the thorns on the rose, the poison in the berry. You invite people in with your lovely disposition and we keep you from being over picked and eaten.
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With a vivid sense of right and wrong you are not easily confused, and your path is not distorted.
I rebel from the revolting aspect of charity. I deem this as absurd. for I find chaos, anarky and rebellion as what grips with planet together. We are the thorns on the rose, the poison in the berry. You invite people in with your lovely disposition and we keep you from being over picked and eaten.
____________________________________________________________
With a vivid sense of right and wrong you are not easily confused, and your path is not distorted.
Saturday, July 14, 2012
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