to the moon and back...

 

 If I could control the beauty of the rock surrounded by stars, I would give it to you in the form of a lock, and I'd be the key.

"Love is space and time measured by the heart." 

-Marcel Proust

Love is space and time measured by the heart.
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a letter to my dad...

Dearest Dad,

I write to ask you what happened?

I try to be patient. To understand.

But this knife in my side is starting to take it’s toll.

Vulnerable.

Alone.

Angry.

Trying to understand you is painful.

Yet I still call you my dad, just for that hair of a chance that you’ll come back.

Catch in the yard, model cars, Football games,

Memories washed out by the tears threaded through my veins.

While my heart strings cry the blues.

And I’m tired.

I’m tired of the small talk.

I’m tired of this time bomb beneath my ribs that’s about to burst,

3..

2..

1.. more chance I guess.

I used to look up to you.

I wanna be like daddy when I grow up.

And Sometimes I see myself in you.

It’s looking in a mirror that’s shattered by disappointment.

And I cut myself picking up the pieces.

Buddy Wakefield...

a poem about a pond...

The Pond

I’m tired.
I’m tired of the thoughts I ain’t ever felt,
and the dreams I ain’t ever heard of.
I stare at this blank page as I try
to thread the feelings of my ink stained heart,
and all I can think to write is I’m sorry.
Sorry for the stained-glass memories smashed
by the brick thrown with my own hand.
But I pick up the shards and glue them on this page…
Because I deferred my heart for a reason.
And this Pond.
This pond is the last memory taped on to my eyes
so I can always see you.
It’s when we skipped stones as our hearts skipped beats because
seeing you was the earthquake my heart needed.
And plug my heart into the speakers and it beats on full distortion.
It’s the time you cried and cried, and I hugged and hugged,
but it never felt like enough.
Because no matter what was said, nothing compared to the lullaby
of nothing sang by the ripples that is this pond.
So we just listened. Listened. Listened to the nothingness.
Lub dub. Lub dub. Lub dub…And that was enough.

Now I didn't write this about a pond...
but if you happen to see this,
just remember the walks home and the spot..

space touch...

“Never underestimate the power of dreams and the influence of the human spirit. We are all the same in this notion: The potential for greatness lives within each of us.”

-Wilma Rudolph

Death, don't come knocking...

 Death
noun

1. the act of dying; the end of life; the total and permanent cessation of all the vital functions of an organism. Compare brain death.

2. an instance of this: a death in the family; letters published after his death.

3. the state of being dead: to lie still in death.

4. extinction; destruction: It will mean the death of our hopes.

5. manner of dying: a hero's death.  

There's more to death than what dictionary.com considers it to be.

Death is getting pulled over.

Death is forgetting the name of one of your favorite songs.

Death is waking up for school.

Death is not being able to sleep.

Death is the regret you get when you don't talk to "her."

Death is falling on your face while rollerblading.

Death is dropping your phone in water.

Death is cracking your screen.

Death is when your dad walks out.

Death is when your mom blames you.

Death is stubbing your toe.

Death is high school. And middle school. And just about any school.

Death is screwing things up.

Death is being a disappointment.

Death is not being able to think of what to write. (Maybe that's an exaggeration but whatever)

Death is eating sugary stuff with cavities.

Death is the dentist.

Death is trying to hard.

Death is the pacer.

Death is love. Yet I still love it.

Death is fear.

Death is a bad joke.

Death is a bad first date.

Death is when creativity ceases to exist.

A man who won't die for something is not fit to live.

Martin Luther King, Jr.

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A man who won't die for something is not fit to live.

Martin Luther King, Jr.

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"A man who won't die for something is not fit to live."
- Martin Luther King, Jr. 


“I don't want to die without any scars.”
  - Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club


“I'm the one that's got to die when it's time for me to die,
so let me live my life the way I want to.”
- Jimi Hendrix - Axis: Bold as Love

First Kiss - Tatia Pllieva

Warning: There's a lot of kissing in this.

There's something beautiful about this video and maybe I'm just a weirdo but I don't care.

Let me know what you think I guess.

Just listen...

something to think about

where's the beauty in fear...

Dear Fear,
          I write to say I hate you. I love you. I write to say thank you for the fun times, and you're a dick for the missed moments. That time I jumped 40 feet into that lake. That time I drove way too fast on the freeway, and got pulled over moments later. The time I stood up to him, and the time I didn't speak to her. The time I went months without talking to dad, and the minutes I sat in front of his door. No I didn't ring the doorbell. Still deciding if I regret it. The time I didn't kiss her or hold her hand All because you showed up disguised as something beautiful like butterflies, when really, you're nothing more than a moth. These memories are of you. I can feel you visit as I write this, And I'm okay with that. I can always count on you friend.
                                                 
                                             With love,
                                                     Samps

P.s. time to move out.

when do i get to take my nap...

I'm tired of trying to impress others.
I'm tired of my mom telling me to lose weight or my sister saying I'm not going anywhere in life.
I'm tired of wearing every face but mine.
I'm tired of this time bomb beneath my ribs that's bout to burst.
I'm tired of the expectations.
I'm tired of high school drama.(OMG LOL)
I'm tired of shaving.
I'm tired of not being able to trust friends, and having to rely on strangers.
I'm tired of waking up from a nap, and feeling like crap because of the nap.
I'm tired of writing for others, instead of myself.
I'm tired of bad drivers.
I'm tired of my cd player not working in my car.
I'm tired of my brother acting like a 4 year old, but getting praised like the perfect son.
I'm tired of my dad. (I thought about elaborating, but i think I'll spare you)
I'm tired of this thing called confidence that we're required to wear around at all times.
I'm tired of being "big boned." And I'm tired of working out.
I'm tired of the itch that I can't reach on my back, but am too scared to ask anyone for help.
I'm tired of teachers. I'm tired of homework. Papers. Crap like that.
I'm tired of image.
I'm tired of my ward. And I'm tired of being forced to go.
I'm tired of being a bounce back.
I'm tired of my migraines, and any other illnesses really.
I'm tired of only writing in lists, but it's the only way I can get my thoughts on paper.

         I'm just really tired.

      "You can spend minutes, hours, days, weeks, or even months over-analyzing a situation; trying to put the pieces together, justifying what could've, would've happened or you can just leave the pieces on the floor and move the f*** on."  --Tupac Shakur

Risky business...

I told her "goodnight beautiful," and she responded with just a smile.

I didn't know whether to be happy or scared.

I chose to be happy.