Now that I have realized I'm going to die, I think I'm just going to live my life the same. Have good times and bad times may come my way but I'm going to try to make it positive. Every one dies, we just don't know when. That is one of my fears. Not knowing. I like to know those type of things. I would over come it by trying not be afraid and to just breath.
Live today has if you were going to die tomorrow.
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Boulevard of Broken Dreams
I thought I had it in the bag. But the bag was empty. I go to the art show. My painting is hanging on the wall. looks like perfection. I look around the room. Other paintings are really great, just like mine. The judges are also walking around looking at the different sculptures and drawings. I see that they are looking at mine. They announce who won, they didn't say my name. As I walk out of the room with my head down, I'm holding my painting and my paintbrushes.
I walk alone. I walk alone.
Sunday, September 11, 2011
I'm thinking about you...
I'm sitting in the commons just people watching, then I see you are looking at me and I am now looking at you, you are probably thinking about me (or maybe something else) but I'm thinking about you like apples think about caramel. like caramel thinks about popcorn. and popcorn thinks about kernels.
I'm thinking about you like ketchup thinks about mustard. like mustard thinks about hot dogs. like hot dogs think about buns. like buns think about jeans. like jeans think about pockets. like pockets think about cell phones. like cell phones think about text messages. like text messages think about letters. like letters think about mail.
I'm thinking about you like...
The bell rings.
You walk away.
And I'm still thinking about you.
I'm thinking about you like ketchup thinks about mustard. like mustard thinks about hot dogs. like hot dogs think about buns. like buns think about jeans. like jeans think about pockets. like pockets think about cell phones. like cell phones think about text messages. like text messages think about letters. like letters think about mail.
I'm thinking about you like...
The bell rings.
You walk away.
And I'm still thinking about you.
Friday, September 2, 2011
love is...
1. Love is a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow.
2. Love is like the color yellow (happy) and black (sad)
3. Love is like walking in a room with no lights on, you don't know what is coming next.
4. Love is a rollercoaster. It has its ups and downs.
5. Love is like the sun raising and setting. always a new day ahead.
6. Love is where you can handle the good and not so good things in a certain person.
7. Love is like the iPhone App Store, you can always find a new one/thing to love.
8. Love is a beautiful thing.
2. Love is like the color yellow (happy) and black (sad)
3. Love is like walking in a room with no lights on, you don't know what is coming next.
4. Love is a rollercoaster. It has its ups and downs.
5. Love is like the sun raising and setting. always a new day ahead.
6. Love is where you can handle the good and not so good things in a certain person.
7. Love is like the iPhone App Store, you can always find a new one/thing to love.
8. Love is a beautiful thing.
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