#selfiesunday #realtalk

#realtalk I couldn't figure out a better way to reveal myself 

#realtalk this is making me excited and scared and all kinds of emotions right now 

#realtall I'm going to miss this class 

#realtalk I'm doing this in church right now 

#realtalk lets just watch poetry videos all day 

#realtalk it needs to snow 

#realtalk of you don't know who Scotty Smalls is you're not american

#realtall I hope you like my blog

#realtalk my name is Tyson Larson

I Remember...

I Remember... helping dad on the farm

I Remember...  my first visit to the principles office and I thought I was so bad a$$

I Remember...  remember all my teachers asking if I had ADD or ADHD or LMAO or IDK

I Remember...  my first paycheck and feeling big

I Remember...  my first phone, the LG shine

I Remember...  when we had to put my first dog down because she had arthritis and when we had to give my second one away because we moved

I Remember...  when my parents told me we were moving and I ran and I ran

I Remember...  the first time I crashed my four wheeler and bike

I Remember...  breaking my left collarbone twice in 2 weeks and the bump I feel every day

I Remember...  moving in Christmas break of 8th grade and being the new kid

I Remember...  when everyone kept growing and I didn't

I Remember...  the first girl I really liked and our first kiss and where we were and how long and her lips and the snow and not sleeping when I got
home and it was the greatest all nighter Iv'e pulled

I Remember...  the broken heart

I Remember...  coming to Utah to grandmas every summer and how lonely I was for those 2 weeks

I Remember...  when our power went out for a week and all we had were PB&J's

I Remember...  how sore my butt was the first time I went snowboarding

I Remember...  Disney land for Christmas and churros and the beach

I Remember...  grandma getting sick and having surgery and the ICU and the funeral

I Remember...  when I started to love poetry in Nelsons class in 10th grade and watching videos for
hours

I Remember...  my first first day of school and my last first day of school

I Remember...  when they made me eat a tuna sandwich and hating tuna ever since

Heart to Heart

I woke up this morning at 3:16,
and everything was dark, and quiet, and cold, and beautiful.

And I could hear my heart beat,
and I wondered what it would say if it jumped out if my chest and lay next to me on my bed,
and we had a little "heart to heart".

It would say get up and figure out how to get into college because mom cant hold your hand forever.

And get your grades up or you're not even getting in to that college at all!

And get over your fear of heights because what if Billy really does jump off that cliff, would you do it too?

And go talk to that girl you've had a crush on since last March because the worst thing you could get is a no.

And hug your mom because she loves it even if you think you're too big for it.

And stop spending all of your money, invest and save because someday you'll wish you could buy gas instead of that little Cesar's you had at midnight just because you were bored.

And follow your dreams, if you want to be a poor writer and just live off the poetry and free drinks after the slams that's all the riches you'll need.

And start writing everything down so you have stuff to write about on your blog

And stop procrastinating your homework and go to bed before 9 every once in a while.

And read a book or two or seven

And clean your room, were you raised in a barn?


Then he would stand up and look me in the eyes,


And always follow your heart because inside is what matters most.


The heart has its reasons which reason knows not. --Blaise Pascal 

I love the days when it shines, whoa let it shine

When I hear nature I hear freedom, 

I hear the birds singing their sweet songs, and the wind in the trees. 

I hear sunshine and grass growing and freedom.

And then I hear my cell phone go off

ring

 ring 

ring

 ring

ring

 ring 

ring 

and it reminds me that I can't sit on the beach of this little pond of freedom forever.

It reminds me that I need to get back to life, and what is important.

college applications
school
graduation packages
work
home
electricity
smoggy air
paved roads
electric cars
oil prices
the stock market

but why is this soo important?

Why is it so important that we be successful when we aren't even seeing the beauty and joy around us, when we're not feeling the sunshine or hearing the birds?

Lets all wake up and escape this

this concrete jungle,
this urban lifestyle,
this prison they call school,

and smell the roses
take a hike
ride a bike
write a poem
go a week without showering
live out of a backpack
learn to play the guitar
go up the canyon
take up a new hobby
learn a new language
go camping
build a fire
ride a horse
skydive
leave your cell phone at home
build a snowman

lets take it back to the simple times when people enjoyed the day, and were apart of nature not annoyed by nature.

Carpe diem --seize the day


(yeah I took all of these)

I Probably Watched This 47 Times

Andrea Gibson --Birthday

And Now We're Here

Its like we were just talking yesterday, 

about how we're going to catch a train and ride it to the end of the tracks

and live happy and free. 

Because nobody makes it out alive, 

so we might as well live it up while we still can. 

We said that we're not going to waste a second of our summer.

Then we sat inside and watched cartoons in our pajamas and wasted the days away.

We said we were going to invent something that could save the world, 

and we would be rich together, 

but those were just silly dreams that never came true. 

Then we grew up,

and grades mattered, 

and girls mattered,

and sports teams mattered,

and we didn't have any time for cartoons or pajamas because we were working our lives away

And now we're here,

well you're gone and I'm here. 

But I'm not sad, because I know you wouldn't want that, 

and because I know you're still here, and that you're watching.

Who Needs College Anyway?

Im scared because I havent done a single thing for college.

Everyone is turning in applications and I'm just twiddling my thumbs hoping that everything will fall into place like some kinda magic puzzle for the plans for the rest of my life.

Do I really even know what job I want to be stuck in for the rest of my life? Not really... like there's that thing I say to my grand parents so that they don't think I'm a total disappointment, but is that really what I want?

Why is everyone's future determined on how much money you want to make? Cant we all just have the same economical status? Guess that's like Communism or something huh?

college is one of the biggest decisions I'm going to make in my life and I am totally lost and alone and don't know what to do.

Ill keep you updated

SS

Let go of Your Fears

Fear is whats holding back our dreams,

we always set goals and never accomplish them because we don't want to fail.

Why are we so scared to reach our potential, we don't want to have the spotlight on us when we actually do something good because we will be expected to do more. But isn't that how its supposed to be so we can keep getting better? Why would you want to stay average when there's so much more to life.

Just think if everyone great was afraid to fail,

founding fathers, failed
 moon landing, failed
Steve Jobs, failed
 every athlete ever, failed
 musicians, failed
 poets and writers, failed
YOU, failed

dont be stuck living in your parents basement waking up every morning and going to your lame job where you hate everyone, only to go to the bar after to spend that hard earned 7.25/hr at the bar wasting your life away.

And why?

Because you didn't want to reach your dreams and you failed because you were afraid to fail.

Let go of your fears and be the person you can be.

Buddy Wakefield, A Waste

A Not-Instruction Guide About Being a Tourist

I feel like such a tourist right now because I've been sitting here for eternity and I cant come up with a set of freaking instructions to write. But then again am I really a tourist, I'm trying right?

My writing has been

1. check twitter
2. write 
3. change the song 
4. write some more 
5. check instagram 
6. read what I wrote 
7. delete what I wrote
8. write something new 
9. go get a snack 
10. write 
11. read blogs 
12. write 
13. watch a poetry video 
14. write 
15. walk around my basement 
16. write 
17. read what I wrote
18. delete what I have
19. accept that I'm a tourist and I cant do anything about it 
20. write a not-instruction guide about being a tourist 

 Sincerely,

The Tourist 

Shout Out to Mom

S/O to Mom for birthing me

S/O to Mom for driving me to practice who knows how many times

S/O to Mom for all those early breakfasts, and chicken nuggets, and home cooked dinners

S/O to Mom for the love when no one was there

S/O to Mom for being at every game

S/O to Mom for cleaning my room then teaching me how to do it my self

S/O to Mom for loving to take me shopping

S/O to Mom for the soup and blankets and movies when I get sick

S/O to Mom for my good looks 'haha

S/O to Mom for the dating advice, cause I suck at this

S/O to Mom for loving the lord

S/O to Mom for running ragnar 

S/O to Mom for crushing her goals

S/O to Mom for helping me with my dreams

S/O to Mom for teaching me manners

S/O to Mom for always believing in me

S/O to Mom for discipline and rules

S/O to Mom for dad

S/O to Mom cause one day I hope I can give you half of what you gave me because this list could never end

S/O to Mom cause you the real MVP

Screw The Cool Kids

Everyone wants to be different, to be "Hipster", to be cool.

But if we're all being different, aren't we all being the same? 

Why is everyone so consumed with being different, 

While cliques are also such a priority?

If everyone is either trying to be one of the Plastics or hating them, they're all wrong. Who gives a Damn about the what color you're wearing on Wednesday? NO ONE.

Does it really matter what the cool kids are doing, if its not what you want to do to make you happy? 

Start your own clan and the real cool kids will follow, be your own hipster because what do those other hipsters know anyway? 

xoxo

I don't know why I thought that It would change, but I did. I thought that we could just go back to the way it was, but now I know we can't. Because you're not the person now that you were then, and I guess neither am I. 

xoxo  </3

Opposite of a Brick

Why are bricks so hard to write about!? I can write about everything that is the opposite of a brick.

like change

like love

like storms

like adventure

like music

like freedom



like being alone

like that Pink Floyd song

like my dating life, jk that's not going anywhere

I guess by writing about everything that isn't a brick I actually wrote about bricks...

Bricks change everyday, you lay down a nice square one and it cracks, and warps, and is broken, and fades away until you replace it with a shiny new one.

Bricks are love, like the way I want to throw a brick at you so you'll notice me the way I notice you.

Bricks are storms because sometimes its gonna rain cats and dogs, but bricks just soak it all up.

Bricks are adventure because each one has its own story to tell.

Bricks are like being alone because there's always more than one


Im really not sure what Im trying to say about bricks, because they're so strong but also crumble over time.

And why don't we use them to build houses anymore? It worked for the 3 little pigs...

Take my hand

Take my hand, and we'll walk to the moon. We can sit and have a drink with the man up there, and look down on the people below, wandering around with no purpose in life but to try and be noticed, by someone that doesn't even matter

And while they live, we can love. Love to the moon and back, to Mars and Jupiter, and Pluto.

Take my hand and well go to cloud nine, where the sun always shines, and we can dance and play and swing from rainbows. We'll slide down their backs, and land in the pot of gold at the bottom; and I'll be the richest man alive, but not from the gold, but because I'm there with you.

Now You See It, Now You Don't

  Roses are red,

  The sky is blue,

  And love... love is real

Love is real because of the butterflies I get when I walk past you in the hall, and you don't even know that I'm there

Love is real because of the way you dance in the rain

Love is real because of Cinderella, and Snow White, and all the princesses out there

Love is real because of wonder and music and art and Paris

Love is real because of the way your hair dances like leaves in the autumn breeze

Love is real because of that couple that kissed on the playground, then on the football field, then on the bed, and grew old together and faded into forever

Love is real because of that song that you keep playing over and over and over and over

Love is real because of cocoa butter kisses

Love is real because of  picture with the lipstick stains that you tape to your bathroom mirror

Love is real because of the punishment you get for missing curfew by a few hours, but you don't care

Love is real because of first kisses, and last ones

Love is real because of the call that wakes you up because shes too afraid to drive to work in the snow

Love is real because one day your dancing at the school ball, and the next you have a hole in your <3

But is love really real, or do we just love the idea of love? Its like a magic trick that you just cant seem to figure out. Like how did that rabbit fit in the hat, or how did he get that coin in my ear. 

Love is magic,

                   Now you see it, Now you don't.

Prince Ea --Why I Think The World Should End

#confessiontweet

#ct  Blogging stresses me out

#ct  I wish I as taller

#ct  I've never eaten a whole salad in my life

#ct  letting my dad down is my biggest fear

#ct  cookies and milk are my go to snack

#ct  I <3 poetry because of Nelsons 10th grade class

#ct  I wish I had a beard so I can stroke it

#ct  It makes me way more nervous to call someone on the phone than 
     talk to their face

#ct  I cry when dogs die in movies and books

#ct  I have mad writers block so I'll be back to finish this post        later

#ct  I still like you...

#ct  I love rain storms as much as your average white girl

#ct  I Have to fall asleep to music

#ct  I look at pinterest daily, and did I mention I'm a guy...

#ct  I hate change

#ct  It drives me crazy when people are late 

We Are All Robots

Technology, we cant live without it. But when we are always tweeting, messaging, snap chatting, and being apart of other peoples lives are we really living?

People now are proclaimed famous because they have, but how many followers would you have if it was only your real friends; only the people that know your middle name or have your home phone number memorized.

We are all Robots. Anytime there is a quiet moment: pull out my phone. Anytime I walk down the hall: Headphones in. Anytime something great happens: tweet it. 

They say a picture says a thousand words, but it means a million more if you've lived the story.

Be Alone

I feel like this is everyone at some point in life. We are always trying to be seen how the world wants to see us and it makes us forget who we are. We just need to be us and forget them, until we do we will continue to feel more and more alone. 

Take Me Back

I wish life could stay simple. Like when we were young, just playing in the yard at recess and sipping our juice boxes. Now, in the real world, the yard is where the criminals go for 25 to life. But is life as a kid really much different from that, at least when you're going to school? You are trapped in a brick building all day with guards watching over you, only allowed to go outside when they say so, and you basically eat the same food in the schools and the prisons. On the plus side both prisoner and preschoolers get to use crayons for their arts and crafts. And that's what this is really supposed to be about, crayons. Crayons that can take you anywhere you dream.

Where will your crayons take you?

Welcome to The Sandlot

I am Scotty Smalls. I see him in me. I’m that kid that can over think things but also forgets to think at all. I’m the kid who thinks he is good at sports. I’m that kid who wants to talk to all the pretty girls but is scared to death of them.  

Remember kid, there's Heroes and there's legends. Heroes get remembered but legends never die, follow your heart kid, and you ll never go wrong.

The Babe tells this to Smalls in The Sandlot, and this is what inspires me to be Smalls, because I don’t want to be just a hero, I want to be a legend and live forever in my writing. With this blog I hope that I can follow my heart and write without fear of what others will think, that I can write for me.