_______DON'T BE AFRAID TO THINK DIFFERENTLY_____
Monday, January 12, 2015
BOOK "PROJECT"
Tarzan
Monday, December 15, 2014
I REMEMBER
I remember the first time the cook made me free food.
I remember the first time I took a break and someone came with me.
I remember my last day of work there.
I remember I didn't show up on my last day.
I remember talking to my ex co workers and how they didn't like me after that.
I remember going back and seeing my old boss.
I remember my other boss seeing me and thinking I was someone completely different then who I actually am.
I remember not correcting him.
I remember the next time I saw him and he realized what he did.
I remember the first time I got let go.
I remember not wanting to finish my shift.
I remember the first time I actually thought I was going to die.
I remember the fear that shot through my whole body.
I remember the first time I had a Swedish Fish.
I remember the last time I kissed you and meant it.
I remember the first time I kissed you and meant it.
I remember the time we stayed out all night to talk and drive around, we drove so long I used a full tank and a half of gas.
I remember the time my mom caught me sneaking into the house at 4a.m.
I remember the look she gave me, the furry that filled her eyes.
I remember the last time I was grounded, I was 10 and it was because I told my mom I didn't love her when she wouldn't let me play night games.
I remember my first phone.
I remember how my mom got so mad at me that she threw it on the ground until it shattered.
I remember when I decided to grow up.
I remember not being able to recall what I said to make you hate me.
I remember wanting to run away.
I remember the first and second time I broke my leg.
I remember the first haircut I got in months and how much I hated the length of my freshly cut hair.
I remember learning to type.
I remember when typing became second nature to me and I didn't have to look at the keys to know where they were.
I remember the neighborhood friends that moved away one summer.
I remember the first back flip I ever landed.
I remember the first jump I went off of while snowboarding.
I remember the first time I actually stuck the landing.
I remember the first grab I did off a jump and the rush it gave me.
I don't remember everything but I remember the little things.
NATURE
Nature is a beautiful thing. It is where we find ourselves. But better yet it is where we lose ourselves. To be lost in this day and age is one of the best things that can happen. To be lost and not know. To be lost and not worried about anything but finding your way. To be surrounded by the elements. So weak compared to the wrath of beautiful mother nature. That is where we can find ourselves at peace.
Tuesday, December 9, 2014
Fearing Fear?
Fear?
Fear to me is not knowing.
I fear what can be known that isn't. Not fear of the UNKNOWN.
People who fear the unknown are cowards.
The only thing in this life to fear is fear it self.
Fearing death is pointless. We are all on this earth to make the most of our lives and make a difference.
Don't take life so seriously it's not like we get out alive.
Monday, December 1, 2014
Death
We all fear it.
But why?
We don't know what's waiting for us after we die. Sure some of us like to think that we know where we will go.
But the truth is....
We will never understand what happens to us after this life. It will be the unanswered question.
Death will be the end. And it is something people can accept or choose to deny it.
For those who like to play pretend keep thinking of the place you hope you'll go.
But don't the fear of death control your life.
Enjoy the little things and make it count.
Saturday, October 25, 2014
Make The Most
Friday, October 24, 2014
Being Different
تكون مختلفة THỂ KHÁC
Do Different
рабіць розныя NÁ DIFRIÚLA
Act Different
আইন বিভিন্ন 法不同
Talk Different
РАЗГОВОР ОТЛИЧАЕТСЯ לדבר כך שונה
BE DIFFERENT BUT DON'T FORGET WHO YOU WANT TO BE.
DON'T BE SO DIFFERENT YOU LOST YOURSELF.
DON'T BE SO DIFFERENT YOU ARE LIKE EVERYONE ELSE.
DON'T BE DIFFERENT BE YOU.
?BRICKS?
LOVE
We'Re OnLy HuMaN
To have to take a class to not be scared to share what we write.
To have to take a class to not be scared to create poetry.
To HAVE To Take a CLASS to not be scared to let the emotions flow.
TO HAVE TO TAKE A CLASS TO NOT BE SCARED.....
That's how I know I am human.
CRAYONS ( CRAYONS l>
They get your hands all waxy and you have to rip the paper back. Then you get all these little waxy CRAYON flakes under your nails.
I care as much about CRAYONS as the other people in this class, because it was a part of our childhood.
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If you don't feel the same you had a bad childhood