Sometimes I wonder
"Sometimes" is an understatement
I wonder about a lot of things
I wonder why people use tanning beds
I wonder how hard it would be to completely disappear from everything
To erase everything about myself and go live in a cave in Spain
I wonder if there are any caves in Spain
I wonder what would happen if I would die
I'm not stupid enough to try and find out
But I wonder
As far as I know
I'm the only sentient thing in the universe and everyone else is just a figment of my nonexistent imagination
I wonder how big the universe really is
I wonder how many universes there are
I wonder what the basic building block of everything is
I wonder why people hate
I wonder why people kill other people
I don't understand it
I may never understand it
Yet still I wonder
It's in a human's nature to wonder
To question everything
Why does a watch tick?
How does a butterfly fly?
Why is it called a butterfly?
Who am I?
Why am I?
The world is one of those pictures where you have to find out all the things that are off about it
The man's shoes are untied
The tree is upside down
But instead of something simple like someone's eyes being two different colors
It's more like "Is the cat dead or alive?"
Some of these questions have answers
The answer is both
Some do not
I wonder why an answer is what it is
Why are firetrucks red?
I wonder if anyone else wonders
I wonder why I wonder
I wonder
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Fears.
I’m afraid of reaching into the oven and getting burnt
I’m afraid of accidentally getting hot sauce in my eyes from touching the bottle
I’m afraid of dropping my phone in the toilet
I am not afraid of heights
Or spiders
Or even snakes
No, I’m afraid of drinking sour milk
My fears aren’t exactly normal
Some people are afraid of public speaking
I’m not
I’m afraid of the guy serving my food not washing his hands after using the bathroom
When I was little, I was afraid of lightning
Now I love lightning
I’m still afraid of thunder though
I met a man who was afraid of shaking hands
I told him not to be self conscious
I’m afraid that my friends might actually be bears
Everyone has a fear
Some have many
Mine aren’t exactly normal
But neither are yours
That last one isn’t true
I’m afraid of accidentally getting hot sauce in my eyes from touching the bottle
I’m afraid of dropping my phone in the toilet
I am not afraid of heights
Or spiders
Or even snakes
No, I’m afraid of drinking sour milk
My fears aren’t exactly normal
Some people are afraid of public speaking
I’m not
I’m afraid of the guy serving my food not washing his hands after using the bathroom
When I was little, I was afraid of lightning
Now I love lightning
I’m still afraid of thunder though
I met a man who was afraid of shaking hands
I told him not to be self conscious
I’m afraid that my friends might actually be bears
Everyone has a fear
Some have many
Mine aren’t exactly normal
But neither are yours
That last one isn’t true
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Park.
Hey
You know that guy you saw yesterday in the park?
You probably don’t remember
He was wearing a black and white striped shirt with dark blue ripped jeans
Don’t worry
He didn’t buy them that way
He was your age
He was the one with the dark brown hair
You probably couldn’t see his eyes, but they were brown like his hair
He noticed your eyes
A beautiful green
He was on his iPod listening to something you’ve probably heard before
It was probably too loud
He had a black notebook and it looked like he was drawing something
He was wearing the same purple Converse as you
He was sitting on a bench when you sat on the other side
He gave a shy “Hello,” but nothing more
You gave a shy “Hi,” and nothing more
He thought of saying “Beautiful day, isn’t it” but he didn’t
He thought you might say, “Very nice. I love autumn”
He would reply with, “My favorite season”
But he didn’t
He started thinking too much
He thought about how you probably saw hundreds of people that day and you wouldn’t remember this one
He wanted to say so many things
His mind was racing
He couldn’t even push a little, “How are you”
You read him like a book
You said, “How are you”
He said, “I’m good. How are you”
“Pretty good”
He didn’t know where to go from there
Both you and he stayed quiet until you had to leave
You simply said, “Bye”
He said, “See ya” like you two were friends and you’d see each other tomorrow
You went on your way
He wished he would’ve caught your name
He wished you wished you would’ve caught his name.
That guy was me.
I just wanted to say hi again.
You know that guy you saw yesterday in the park?
You probably don’t remember
He was wearing a black and white striped shirt with dark blue ripped jeans
Don’t worry
He didn’t buy them that way
He was your age
He was the one with the dark brown hair
You probably couldn’t see his eyes, but they were brown like his hair
He noticed your eyes
A beautiful green
He was on his iPod listening to something you’ve probably heard before
It was probably too loud
He had a black notebook and it looked like he was drawing something
He was wearing the same purple Converse as you
He was sitting on a bench when you sat on the other side
He gave a shy “Hello,” but nothing more
You gave a shy “Hi,” and nothing more
He thought of saying “Beautiful day, isn’t it” but he didn’t
He thought you might say, “Very nice. I love autumn”
He would reply with, “My favorite season”
But he didn’t
He started thinking too much
He thought about how you probably saw hundreds of people that day and you wouldn’t remember this one
He wanted to say so many things
His mind was racing
He couldn’t even push a little, “How are you”
You read him like a book
You said, “How are you”
He said, “I’m good. How are you”
“Pretty good”
He didn’t know where to go from there
Both you and he stayed quiet until you had to leave
You simply said, “Bye”
He said, “See ya” like you two were friends and you’d see each other tomorrow
You went on your way
He wished he would’ve caught your name
He wished you wished you would’ve caught his name.
That guy was me.
I just wanted to say hi again.
Monday, January 31, 2011
A Moment In The Life
I asked her, "Don't you ever want to just run away?"
She said, "I'm happy with what I have"
"You're happy living this life where everyone tells you what to do and how to do it?"
"That's not how it is"
To be honest, I only asked her because I wanted to be the one she runs away with
I've been told I'm different
Some people say that's a good thing
Others want everyone to be like them
I don't like people telling me how things should be done
I respect ligers
"I want to get lost"
"What do you mean?"
"I want to go out and drive until the morning light reveals where I am"
"That's interesting, I guess. What if you can't find your way back?"
"That's the fun part," I said
I wrote a song the other day
It's really bad
The whole song is just terrible
If I had a nickel every time I hear someone say "You don't apply yourself"
I'd probably have a dollar or two
"We said we'd run away together," I reminded her
"Yeah. We said a lot of things"
"We were so dumb"
"No, we weren't dumb. We're just smarter now"
"Hun?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you"
"I love you too sweetie"
We fell asleep in each others arms for the first time that night
I've been getting really into 9/8 time lately
I recently got an iPod
That's nice, because I used to have to say "mp3 player" all the time
Different songs evoke different emotions in me
Some songs make me happy as a penguin
Penguins seem pretty happy
Some songs make me cry
Other songs remind me how angry I am
Sometimes I need to listen to those songs
It's always good to have a reminder that not everything in this world is perfect
Imperfection makes up everything
I once made up a word
I used it 20 times in one day
Nobody noticed
Sometimes in class, the teacher gives us a packet to read and a highlighter to highlight important stuff
I don't highlight important stuff
I highlight words that are 3 letters or less
I told her, "I think I've got this love thing figured out"
"How do you think it goes?"
"Love is like a puzzle. There's three kinds of pieces. Sides, corners, and inside pieces."
"Ok, go on"
"The side pieces connect to 3 other pieces, but corners connect to 2, and the insides connect to 4. What if people are like puzzle pieces?"
"What do you mean?"
"What if we can connect to more than one piece? Some people are right for more than one person. Like us. Before we met, maybe I could've connected to another person. But I didn't. I'm with you."
"Hmmm"
"And if you already connect with someone else and you're in love with them, you don't connect with anyone else as much. But some people let their desires overcome their true feelings. That's when they break the scissors out. They cut the puzzle piece so it'll fit with another one. They're just lying to themselves."
"I guess that makes sense"
"Maybe I just don't know what I'm talking about"
"Let's just forget about it"
"Yeah, you're right. Let's just go to sleep"
"Goodnight"
"G'night"
"Sweetie?"
"What's wrong babe?"
"Nothing...forget about it"
"Umm...ok. Goodnight"
"I love you...more than anything"
"I love you too baby"
"I've never cut my piece"
She said, "I'm happy with what I have"
"You're happy living this life where everyone tells you what to do and how to do it?"
"That's not how it is"
To be honest, I only asked her because I wanted to be the one she runs away with
I've been told I'm different
Some people say that's a good thing
Others want everyone to be like them
I don't like people telling me how things should be done
I respect ligers
"I want to get lost"
"What do you mean?"
"I want to go out and drive until the morning light reveals where I am"
"That's interesting, I guess. What if you can't find your way back?"
"That's the fun part," I said
I wrote a song the other day
It's really bad
The whole song is just terrible
If I had a nickel every time I hear someone say "You don't apply yourself"
I'd probably have a dollar or two
"We said we'd run away together," I reminded her
"Yeah. We said a lot of things"
"We were so dumb"
"No, we weren't dumb. We're just smarter now"
"Hun?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you"
"I love you too sweetie"
We fell asleep in each others arms for the first time that night
I've been getting really into 9/8 time lately
I recently got an iPod
That's nice, because I used to have to say "mp3 player" all the time
Different songs evoke different emotions in me
Some songs make me happy as a penguin
Penguins seem pretty happy
Some songs make me cry
Other songs remind me how angry I am
Sometimes I need to listen to those songs
It's always good to have a reminder that not everything in this world is perfect
Imperfection makes up everything
I once made up a word
I used it 20 times in one day
Nobody noticed
Sometimes in class, the teacher gives us a packet to read and a highlighter to highlight important stuff
I don't highlight important stuff
I highlight words that are 3 letters or less
I told her, "I think I've got this love thing figured out"
"How do you think it goes?"
"Love is like a puzzle. There's three kinds of pieces. Sides, corners, and inside pieces."
"Ok, go on"
"The side pieces connect to 3 other pieces, but corners connect to 2, and the insides connect to 4. What if people are like puzzle pieces?"
"What do you mean?"
"What if we can connect to more than one piece? Some people are right for more than one person. Like us. Before we met, maybe I could've connected to another person. But I didn't. I'm with you."
"Hmmm"
"And if you already connect with someone else and you're in love with them, you don't connect with anyone else as much. But some people let their desires overcome their true feelings. That's when they break the scissors out. They cut the puzzle piece so it'll fit with another one. They're just lying to themselves."
"I guess that makes sense"
"Maybe I just don't know what I'm talking about"
"Let's just forget about it"
"Yeah, you're right. Let's just go to sleep"
"Goodnight"
"G'night"
"Sweetie?"
"What's wrong babe?"
"Nothing...forget about it"
"Umm...ok. Goodnight"
"I love you...more than anything"
"I love you too baby"
"I've never cut my piece"
Hobbies 4
My hobby: Saying "no pun intended" when I haven't used a pun. People think "what did he say? Where was the pun?" all day.
< That has nothing to do with this. I just really like that song.
< That has nothing to do with this. I just really like that song.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Creativity.
I was feeling very creative the other day
Things were coming into my head every second
I was constantly thinking of ideas for poems
Short stories
Songs
Even plays
But the days have passed since then
I'm left with only a memory
Not even that
A memory of a memory
I can only remember the basics
But the poems are still there
Waiting for me to discover them again
Silently waiting
Waiting to shout
Waiting to whisper
Maybe waiting 'til I grab a pen and start writing
Or maybe this is exactly what I'm supposed to be thinking
This is the memory
I've found it
Exactly what I've been waiting for
The rhyme scheme is off a bit though
Things were coming into my head every second
I was constantly thinking of ideas for poems
Short stories
Songs
Even plays
But the days have passed since then
I'm left with only a memory
Not even that
A memory of a memory
I can only remember the basics
But the poems are still there
Waiting for me to discover them again
Silently waiting
Waiting to shout
Waiting to whisper
Maybe waiting 'til I grab a pen and start writing
Or maybe this is exactly what I'm supposed to be thinking
This is the memory
I've found it
Exactly what I've been waiting for
The rhyme scheme is off a bit though
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