The rabbit and the monkey

One day i was nature walking in the woods and walked upon a rabbit. As i stoped to look at it, it looked back and stared. As i got closer holdiong my hand out to touch it, it spoke. "your stupid!", then kicked me in the face and ran away. I chased after it, it ran through small loops over big rocks and under big logs. After about 30 seconds of me chasing the rabbit i ran into a branch, close lined myself and became out cold.

I awoke and there was a monkey over head. He dropped a banana on my face and asked me if i could hand it back to him... so i did. " hey dude how come your out cold?". " I was chasing after a son of a b*** rabbit! then knocked myself out!". The monkey felt sympathetic so it gave me a banana. the end

Ok

   If you knew me.... you would that i love to fish.... i love to be in a nature. Sports and music is my release from the world and the people in it. Sponge bob and Adventure time are the most awesome T.V. shows i know. I love my family and friends. I'm kind of a poop head sometimes with out noticing it... I act stupid around people sometimes just make things not awkward. I'm good at piano and guitar, i love to play them and learn new songs. I get bored really easily as well. Thats me, thanks for reading.

Memories

I remember elementary school and flirting with every girl
i remember football practice behind Timberline middle school, and the smell of fresh cut grass.
I remember the Marching band at football games, and gangman style.
I remember the forest in my back yard in Oregon and the tree forts in them.
I remember hot summer days and skateboarding with friends always to afraid to do what they were doing.
I remember shopping with my mom, and her telling me the make of every shirt and that white shoes would get dirty too fast.
I remember late nights doing homework, and how cold and robot like i felt doing the same thing over and over.
I remember History classes and how interested i was in the past.
I remember my first kiss and how she made fun of me cause i missed.
I remember my first touchdown and i felt like i could do anything.
I remember staying in during recess so i could do homework instead.
I remember early morning football practice before school.
I remember early morning attendance school.
I remember primary and all the games we played, and songs we sang about the prophets.
I remember the first song i learned on the piano " too late to apologize" by one republic
I remember alot of things

A peanut butter and jelly sandwhich

1.) make sure you have to hands
2.) must have peanut butter and jelly or honey what ever you like better, also 2 pieces of bread
3.) grab the peanut butter jar and twist the lid lefty loosey off.
4.) then grab a knife with the free hand and scoop some peanut butter and smeer it on bread
5.) after that grab the jelly or honey and dump it on the other piece of bread
6.) put both pieces of bread togther
7.) cut in half if desired then bon appetite

6 words

Those old scars? they build character.

                           

                            Inflame the world not eachother.



I can't keep my own secrets.




                                                                                     All you can say is hello.


                                            Forget the past plan the future.





    pain equals gain, sacrifice equals success.

           

                                                                                                    It never happens when you want.



                  Got nothing good to say? shut up.



                 




       

Black poem

Hand of a chair

Apples

There is an apple so red so plump so shiny so beautiful. I look at among-st others and notice that is the one i want.  But the tree is so tall. The apple looks so good, i imagine eating it. But the tree is to tall and i don't have anything to reach it. I want to climb. I start to grasp the branches and climb the tree towards the apple. The tree is alot easier to climb then expected, as i climb i see a worm, the worm tells me "Success is counted sweetest By those who ne'er succeed". The worm disappears into an apple and i continue to climb. I'm nearing the the apple when a blue bird tells me " Success is counted sweetest By those who ne'er succeed". The bird fly's away and i continue to climb. I see the apple, i'm close enough to grasp it when the branch supporting me breaks and i fall to the ground. As i wake at the midst of dusk, i see apples and broken branches everywhere upon the ground. I look up at the tree and see the apple a crave still there. In anger i start to grab other apples on the ground and throw them at the apple still hanging from off the tree. My aim is bad so the apple stays. I stare at it, it stares back. I think its taunting me. But i'm to tired to be angry so i lay down and fall asleep under the tree. The next morning as i wake, i look up to see the apple still there. I see a fox, it comes to me and tells me " Success is counted sweetest by those who ne'er succeed". The fox takes some apples from the ground and runs off. I'm hungry, and thirsty. I could eat some of the apples from the ground but i'm to stubborn and wont eat until i reach the apple from off the tree. I start to walk around the tree to find a better place to climb when i see a ladder. I place it so that i can reach the apple. At the top of the ladder i see the apple, i'v never seen anything more awesome. The apple tasted awesome too. And to this day that's the sweetest apple i'v ever had.

The Moon

Tiger wakes up in the morning takes a shower and goes to school, he never listens to his teachers, he don't care what they have to say, he walks from class to class with his ear buds in and his eyes staring at the floor, if he ever has a chance to leave class early or even skip he does. During lunch he doesn't socialize or even eat, he goes to the orchestra rooms and plays the piano. Lunch is the only time he has to play through out the day. When he gets home he gets something to eat, when his mom comes in and tells him how disappointed she is at him and that he wont get tinto college with the grades he has, she tells him he's lazy and that she is sick of telling him the same thing over and over again, i told her agree. They fight and it soon turn into a screaming match. He tell's her how all she does is work that she has never had anytime to be a mom, and that all she ever talks about is how disappointed she is, or needs him to do work. He tells her he hates her and can't stand her and storms out slamming the door, He goes to work does his job to barely the minimum, if there is ever a time to slack off he does. Occasionally his boss will yell at him and tell him what he needs to do, but all he does is nod his head and say okay. After work he drives home blasting music and speeding down the roads when he sees red and blue lights blaring behind him. This is th third time Tiger has been pulled over, after he promised his mom he wouldn't let it happen again. When he gets home he doesn't bother to walk inside his house, instead he walks around the backyard and lies on the grass. He stared at the stars and saw the moon. He gazed at the moon for such a long time it started to look like a face, a face he thought looked like the moon. He asked the moon what it was, it told him it was 42% oxygen 21% silicone 13% iron 8% calcium 7% aluminum 6% magnesium 3% other elements and that it reflected the UV ray's from the sun on to the Earth to light the dark. After that the moon asked Tiger what he was, he told the moon that he didn't know. Then the moon told him that it did. It told him that he was 42% self absorbed 21% inconsiderate 13% irrational  8% stupid  7% lazy 6% stubborn 2% blood,organs, and bones 1% talents unused and undeveloped.  Tiger told the moon to screw off and that it didn't know who he was. The moon proceeded to tell him that it saw everything, the past, the present, the future and that it saw Tiger's future and what was in store for him, it then asked if he wanted to see. Tiger said sure. The moon told him to close his eyes, then open them again. As he opened his eyes he saw what the moon had seen. He saw his grades dropping, he saw colleges rejecting him, he saw family and friends hating him, he saw his boss firing him, he saw lonely nights, and lonely days, he saw chances missed and chances gone,  he saw sadness and depression, he saw the end of his life, he saw family and friends at his funeral in remorse, not in his death but in a life spent and wasted. As Tiger  felt the emotions seep through his eyes he closed them. When he opened his eyes he saw a bright flash of light, he lifted his arm over his eyes and felt the warm ray's of the sun on his arm. As his eyes adjusted he got up and walked inside and gave his mom a big ole hug. THE END. And that's the story of someone else.

The Unknown.

I'v seen telescope and satellite pictures of space, its beautiful... and dangerous. The universe is something i will never full understand, no matter how many universe episodes i watch, or photos i look at, t's something that humans can't reach, only photos and scientist hypotheses'.

 Space reminds me of the future, beautiful, exciting, dangerous and unknown. The future is something i feel like im always preparing for. It's beautiful because i know that there will always be a future, that there is always something to look forward to. It's exciting because you never know what will happen, its tricky and spontaneous at times. It's dangerous because you never know what your actions can do to form the next events. And it's unknown, because obviously no one knows the future. because if you did you would have found out how to become the most powerful and wealthiest person in the world, which would be dope.

Looking through Deaths eye's

Death isn't rare but seeing death is.

    I'v never experienced Death. i'v nevre seen Death. But i'v been told stories about death. Death comes when you least expect it and sometimes right when you do. It has no mercy. Death always wins. No one has ever not died... Death is the grand finale of a life either well spent or.. just spent.

  I'v never had to stare into Deaths eyes, i think that's only somthing the dead can do. But if i could stare into Deaths eyes.... i wonder what i would see looking into Death..... would i see my past? would i be okay with Deaths hand coiling mine? Would i wonder if i was ready to die? would i feel peace in death... or would i feel unsettled knowing my life being alive... was just that.... trying to be alive. Is that something that would settle my mind and let me die in peace? or would i feel regret that my life wasn't good enough? would i wish i had done things differently?

   Maybe life is preparing for death. Prepare to stare into Deaths eyes and hopefully feel peace.

I don't get scared.

     I have some irrational fears. These fears don't really make me scared, but i am afraid of them. I don't always shy away from them, im always aware of them, searching for them if a can't find them.

   Im afraid of girls, the way they make me feel, vulnerable, stupid, sad. I'm afraid of gitting punched in the face. Im afraid of breaking things. I'm afraid of not knowing things that i obviously should. Im afraid of barking dogs behind fences. Im afraid of fear. Im afraid of bad music. Im afraid of writing things that just sound like some kid trying to sound like a smart person. Im afraid to fail. Im afraid of my car. Im afraid of my shower curtain. im afradi of words i dont say. Im afraid of things i dont do.

What thoughts i usually think about.

      I think alot... sometimes i think i think to much, so much in fact that i wish i could take a break from thinking and i could just be... but i don't think thats possible.

     There is alot im thinking about right now in fact. Im thinking about my grade in Mr. Nelsons class and wondering if this blog is even worth writing because it's late and he still hasn't given me credit for the last 2 late blogs i wrote. Im thinking about all my grades and planning a way to pull a 4.0 out of nothing... i really hope i can. I'm thinking about how so far this blog is pretty boring and im trying to think of ways to make it more interesting. I'm thinking about work and how boring and time consuming it is. Im thinking about what i will be thinking about while im at work and not wanting to think about it because it makes me sad. Im thinknig about how i don't think enough about the future.... how i have a whole life to live and all these thoughts to prepare for it.

What love does.

  There is a word, a word that has so much power through its meaning that it makes people do otherwise crazy things that they would never do. The feeling and expression is an addiction. . . but's it's natural; and its not somthing we can become unatuned to, it's the scar-memory in the back of our minds, or the cure to a sickness, this word can be the most painful, or the most satisfing thing on earth this word is the most important word we use. . . that word is love. Love is a mystery, when we look for it, it comes, when we don't, it still finds us. Love loves us, and love hates us. 

   Love is weakness, love is strength... love is mercy, love is pain... love is sickness, Love is healing, love is the music that beats our heart. Without love there is no happiness, there is no greatness, there are no stories, there is no weakness, and everything would feel like something less, something missing something lost something apart of us. Because without love, time would be timeless, living in the shade of sadness, madness... Love is apart of us its what keeps our life going when we have lost and otherwise we cannot let it depart us.

Robots and Humans.

   Us humans are like robots, we were programmed to survive, our natural instinct is to live, we were set up born to have passions that we strive for. For energy we eat and drink. Sometimes we do what were told and sometimes we do what we want. But the only thing that makes us separate from a robots is our feelings, expressions, our soul. Robots don't have souls, they dont have a conscience they just do what they're told. But then again i'v never seen a robot, or how they act and live, do they live? do they have drive and passion. I don't know these things, there's no robots to compare myself to. So the only way to show and prove that i am not robots is to live the most unboring, exciting, soul incorporated life i can. Living every moment unpredictable and spontaneous  so unpredictable that not even i know what i will do next. But that's impossible, and yet maybe that's what makes us human and not robots, the fact that we can do things without thinking and that we do think before we do. As far as i know im not a robot, i usually do what i want when i want. I make choices based on how my conscience feels. I feel my soul through music, and writing. The scenery of nature's awesome amazes me. I can only come to the conclusion that i am simply not a robot. at-least i think.... who knows......God? ya he probably does.

   Humans

Intro

   Intro's.. they help the reader understand things that apparently the reader wants to read... I am going to te help you better understand me and why i like to write. Writing is the creation of things i imagin and ponder. When I write its almost like playing music, getting lost in the meliflous sound that pierces the soul, and expressing it.. letting go of the world and living through the soul. Expressing feelings and thoughts is what writing is, creating images through words that have meaning to me.

   Writing on a peice of paper is like painting on a canvas, the things you can express and show through words, is better than a real painted canvas. The words that make up the images in your mind is exactly the way you want it to look, the imagination is awesome!  it should be blowing our human minds! everytime we imagin. We can see things in our mind with out ever seeing with our eyes, things that we can see in real life through a little thing i like to call creation. Creation and Imagination are a destined married couple they love eachother, if the get seperated they turn to dust. Creation is nothing without imagination and if there was no creation imagination would be things only hoped for. Our imagination is one of the most dear things that we can conceal and keep safe, but it needs to be excercised and worked by creating.

   These types of things are what i like to write about.. ofcourse until i find something more awesome to write about, which i always do.