Sad Man

 I don't think I can write worth the trash I can so easily throw out. ANY time I look at someone else blog it makes me green with a righteous envy, and then I just cant look anymore. I feel that when I write I am scoffed at for even trying to attempt to put what little heart and soul I have onto this... whatever it is. I cant write with anyone else around or it just make me feel like my head is about to explode. I truly loath  nelson with a passion for making us do a poem in front of all the judgmental shit faces known as teenagers. In all honesty I wish I never took this class just because of this, I know I was warned and I didn't take it seriously and now I am paying the price. hell I am not even writing this for you I am doing this for me I need to vent. I hate everyone if I could do you bodily harm with no consequences I would take up that offer no time flat. but don't ...

it might seem impossible but really it inst all that hard to begin 1. insert thumb above eye socket 2. push vary hard against said eye socket 3. use force to hold down since their will be struggling 4. finish with a kick to a face 5. get a sandwich 6. eat sandwich 7. hide body 8. deny ever seeing said body 9. move to mexico

nothing gold can stay

where did everybody go

I may seem happy and I May seem kind but what is really going on is I am dead inside .

space is empty and yet it is full full of planets that are empty empty like far apart apart from the universe universe are full of galaxies galaxies full of stars stars full of planets planets that are empty space is a vacume vacumes are full full of junk and rocks rocks like our planet our planets not empty empty like the universe universes that we are discovering discovering that its full full of wonder wonder of empty empty of full it is fully empty

Death is a hero I know what you are thinking how can D eath be a hero all he cares about is taking the flowers the trees the ones we love well how do you think he feels you think D eath likes it Death  doesn't like death its just his job Death  is a hero he not only sits their with them but he tries to comfort them tries to make it feel better he knows he cant help but he still tries Death is a hero he cries with you when they pass he cries when he cant hold your hand he cries when he has to pick them up and cradle them. he cries when he has to leave you. Death is a hero he goes through this every day he doesn't complain he holds back all the tears because they would drown the world he feels what we feel death  is a hero...

Afraid When I was young I was afraid of monsters in my closet or clowns under the bed. I was afraid of the vacuum that it would suck me up into its infinite void of suction. And now that I am older I am not afraid of vacuums or monsters… still afraid of clowns.   But I am afraid of growing up, moving out, going on a mission and just plain getting out. I don’t want to go not yet I mean, how do I get ready for this, or   what if I do poorly in collage or, where do I go to college? What am I supposed to do what if I live in a box in a back ally after trying to make it big in the city? How am I going to pay if I get a disease? What ifs and whens and how’s, are what I am afraid of now.   You may have the same fears as me about this or you have it all figured out but one things for Shure, you never know what’s going to happen and I am afraid of not knowing, not showing what I can do and putting my all into whatever I can do and yeah I am afraid of a lot of things...

love...a four letter word that can heal or hurt. It has to be experienced to be understood. 

At night, I look up and stare at the ceiling hoping that the next day will  come. In the morning, I stare at the whiteboard and hope for the next night to come. it is a relentless cycle that goes around like clockwork and someday, if that day ever comes, to clamber out of this cavernous rut and finally appreciate every day like my last.

Being alive means not only to bleed or to have a pulse, But also to laugh, and to cry, and to love. Anything can bleed but to have emotion is how we truly are alive and human.