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?