Are You Thinking About Me?

Do you think about me when you lay awake at night..? 

Do I consume the majority of your thoughts like you do mine? 

Does the thought of my smile excite you? 

Do my hugs make your heart beat faster?

Do my kisses give you butterflies?

I'm thinking about you like dry skin thinks about lotion

Like an evil wizard thinks about a new potion

Like every damn girl thinks about Frank Ocean

I'm thinking about you like certain ideas and how they never fade

Like children and how they never learn to behave

Or that awkward fright when you step on stage

I'm thinking about you like the pioneers think about their treks

 Like Einstein thinking about a math problem being so complex

Like newly weds are thinking about sex 

I'm thinking about you like Wilfred thinks about pot

Like every kid thinks about that first flu shot

So what I'm trying to say is I'm thinking about you.. A lot

I just hope you're thinking about me..

No Reason

 I am writing this post for no apparent reason, other than the fact that I have to. I have turned caps lock off.. We'll see how it goes.

I fear being neglected by my peers. Honestly it's insulting.

"The future is born put the past in a casket."

 I'm considering the future as an opportunity to redesign and sculpt life itself in ways only the future holds. Inspired by the thoughts of our creators, and touched by the hands of mother nature, I am miraculously here.. In flesh, it's me, a blessing really.

"Whatever God you believe in we come from the same one"

                              

JOHN LENNON TRIBUTE

IS IT POSSIBLE TO FEAR, FEAR..? IF SO, I DO..

I TELL MYSELF I FEAR NOTHING.

ITS A LIE..

IS IT POSSIBLE TO FEAR, FEAR..? IF SO, I DO..

I BELIEVE FEAR HAS THE POTENTIAL TO TAKE OVER OUR LIVES.. WE SHOULDN'T LET THAT HAPPEN..

BUT IT'S GOING TO ANYWAYS..

 WE CAN'T STOP THE INEVITABLE..

OR CAN WE..?

I HATE PEOPLE. I HATE YOU ALL, I HOPE YOU ALL FEAR ME. I HOPE YOU ALL HATE ME.

HATE IS A STRONG STRONG WORD..

I FEAR ESTHER GREENWOOD.. I'M AFRAID TO BE NEAR TRAIN TRACKS.. I'M TERRIFIED OF THE THOUGHT OF DEATH, AND ALL DEATH  CONSUMES. I'M AFRAID OF GROWING OLD, I JUST WON'T LET IT HAPPEN.

WHY DO HEIGHTS CONCERN ME AND GIRLS MAKE ME SWEATY? I'M AFRAID THE SUN WON'T RISE TOMORROW.. NOR MY PARENTS..

I'M SCARED I'LL DIE YOUNG..

I'M AFRAID OF THE SIGHT OF BLOOD AND THE THOUGHT OF ACCIDENTALLY RUNNING SOMEONE OVER..

WITH MY CAR..

AND THEY DIE..

AND I KNEW THEM..

I FEAR ONE DAY I'LL WAKE UP WITH AN UNCONTROLLABLE CASE OF ACNE..

I'M AFRAID OF DROWNING..

I'M AFRAID YOU'LL GET MAD WHEN I PUBLISH THIS, BECAUSE IT'S IN ALL CAPS..

YOU SAID YOU DON'T LIKE THAT..

I DON'T CARE.

BUT MY POINT HERE IS WHEN IT COMES DOWN TO IT.. IS IT POSSIBLE TO FEAR, FEAR..? IF SO, I DO..

THIS IS THE PLACE I CALL HOME

              A BROKEN MELODIOUS TUNE. ONE THATS HEARD FROM ONLY YOU, WHEN SITTING IN THAT EMPTY ROOM. HANDS STRETCHED FORTH IN ATTEMPT TO FORCE OUT A BEAUTIFUL SOUND,, BUT ALL YOU HEAR IS SILENCE..
             
             PEACEFUL SUNDAYS WHEN ALL YOU DO IS LISTEN TO PRUDENT MUSIC.. SOFT SYLLABLES ESCAPING YOUR TONGUE. WE THINK YOU'RE SINGING ALONG. I MUSTER UP THE COURAGE TO ASK IF YOU'RE FEELING BETTER. BUT WHATS THE USE WHEN I KNOW THE ANSWER IS, "IM STILL FEELING UNDER THE WEATHER."

           YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE TAKING CARE OF US.. OR IS THAT MY JOB?

"WHERE'S DAD" ASKS THE 7 YEAR OLD.

SILENCE

NO ONE WANTS TO ANSWER THAT QUESTION.. I PICK HIM UP AND WALK HIM BACK INTO MY ROOM. SIT BACK DOWN ON MY BED AND PICK UP THAT MAKESHIFT GUITAR I HAVE..

AGAIN, NOTHING..

            BY NOW ITS NOT A SHOCK I CAN'T PLAY. MORE SIBLINGS ENTER

"WE'RE HUNGRY."

THE KITCHEN IS FULL OF SURPRISES.. HA ACTUALLY ITS NOT.. WE HAVE ARE SELVES SOME SPOILED MILK TWO SLICES OF BREAD AND A CAN OF PEACHES.

AWESOME.

RELENTLESS TO FILL THEIR EAGER STOMACHS  I GIVE UP MY SHARE. THATS NORMAL BY NOW SO I DON'T MIND IT. THE URGE TO SATISFY MY HUNGER USUALLY DIMINISHES BY EIGHT OR NINE.

WE GO TO BED EARLY BECAUSE THERE IS NOTHING BETTER TO DO. SO I LAY AWAKE IN BED AND LISTEN AS THE HOUSE SPEAKS TO ME. CREAKY FLOOR BOARDS, SQUEAKY DOOR HINGES, WIND RUSHING THROUGH HOLES IN THE WINDOWS, AND THE HIGH PITCH SHRILL FROM THE FLICKER OF WHAT SEEMS TO BE EVERY LIGHT..

THIS IS THE PLACE I CALL HOME..

 

MY BAGS ARE PACKED NOW, SEATTLE TACKED TOWN, AIRPORT HERE THE PLANES IN THE BACKGROUND. I WAS THE PRESIDENT WILSON WAS THE CLASS CLOWN AND WHEN WE MET EACH OTHER NEITHER OF US BACKED DOWN.

                                                                                                                       -TOM

THOSE EYES

                 LOVE IS WHAT YOU WANT IT TO BE..  


                    SHES GOT THOSE EYES. THE ONES THAT SHIMMER LIKE AN EMERALD SEA AT SUNRISE, THOSE EYES THAT MAKE ME FORGET ALL MY TROUBLES AND GET LOST IN THE BEAUTY OF HER SOUL. EYES THAT BRING OUT THE BEST IN PEOPLE BECAUSE THEY KNOW THOSE EYES ARE WATCHING. I COULD STARE AT THEM FOR HOURS AND NEVER GET MY FILL, ALWAYS DISCOVERING NEW THINGS THAT MAKE ME ENCASED IN THOSE EYES FOR AN ETERNITY AT A TIME. THOSE EYES THAT STOLE MY HEART WITH JUST ONE GLANCE AND MADE ME SAIL AWAY ON THAT EMERALD SEA NEVER CARING FOR EARTHLY THINGS FOR AS LONG AS I HAD THOSE EYES, I KNEW THAT I COULD SEE. 

LIBERATION

IM STRUGGLING WITH ALL THIS FREEDOM. ANYTHING I WOULD LIKE!? THATS NOT HOW SCHOOL WORKS.. IS IT.? I LIKE HOW THIS CLASS WORKS, AND I RESPECT MR NELSON AND HIS WITTY HUMOR.  RELAXED AND READY FOR ANYTHING, THATS HOW EVERY TEACHER SHOULD BE! LETS BE REAL HERE.

I HAVE A POEM FOR YOU.

Liberated, I'm free from you
Liberated, bondage is through
Liberated, I'll speak my view
Liberated, life to pursue

Oh come and hear the news
I am now free to choose
There is no more abuse
Gone are the loathsome blues

Because I'm
Liberated, I'm free from you
Liberated, bondage is through
Liberated, I'll speak my view
Liberated, life to pursue

An end to oppression
Freedom of expression
There'll be no concession
Gone is the depression

Because I'm
Liberated, I'm free of you
Liberated, bondage is through
Liberated, I'll speak my view
Liberated, life to pursue
                   
                         -Udiah


SETTING YOURSELF FREE FROM TODAYS SOCIAL RESTRAINTS. 

-JUST A THOUGHT-

...IM JUST GOING TO LET ME THOUGHTS BLEED OUT AND SEE WHERE IT GOES...

BLOCK YOUR HEAD,,

 FORGET WHAT YOU READ,,

 IMMA DO ME,,

YOU DO YOU INSTEAD..

LEAVE MY IDEAS ALONE,,

AND OPEN UP YOUR CREATIVE MIND,,

DIG DOWN DEEP AND JUST LET OUT WHAT YOU FIND..

WHY IS IT SO HARD TO BE YOURSELF,,?

BECAUSE ITS EASIER TO BE SOMEBODY ELSE..?

MIGHT AS WELL RERACK YOU LIKE A BOOK,, 

AND THROW YOU  BACK ON THE SHELF..

IF LIVING LIFE THE WAY PEOPLE DO NOW MAKES YOU HUMAN..

THAN MAYBE ID JUST RATHER BE A ROBOT...

ITS JUST A THOUGHT..