ImPuLsE

two friends daily type of conversation

Jordy: Hey dude
Kait: Aw ish...
Jordy: whats the deal?
Kait: Does this mean i have to do my laundry?
Jordy: Dude i have to be on time
Kait: Squirrel
Jordy: My wart is bleeding
Kait: Puke jord. Nasty Bi...
Jordy: Where is the Gnarr?
Kait: No one even freaking knows...
Jordy: Ha whatev...
Kait: Squirril

HiDdEn PoTeNtIaL bEhInD a SiMpLe DiShWaShEr:

Have you ever felt like you were somewhere you weren't suppossed to be? I don't mean you were at some party that your parents told you not to go to and were scared you were going to get caught. I mean have you ever (for example) wondered if you were given this role to play and maybe the Casting Director made a mistake; but you remember that when you were auditioning you were begging to get a part, no matter what it was. Like the ruler over some magical kingdom or the one who washes the rulers dishes. You didn't care at the time, but now that you are performing that part you have changed your mind. You wonder why you wanted that part in the first place, and figure that the Casting Direcot messed up BIG TIME because had YOU been someone like the ruler, the play would be about 58 times better than it already was. Yet in the back of your mind is the one thought that seems to constantly be pushing it's way towards the front for your undivided and uninterrupted attention. That thought was that the Casting Director didn't make a mistake at all. You know that He knows the business perfectly and must have seen some type of potential in you to even allow you to perform at all. Who knows...maybe he has some trick up His sleeve and the dishwasher will become the ruler over some other magical kingdom himself. Or maybe the ruler will find some power in himself to make his kingdom the happiest of all. But whether you get all the power or your hands are left in the grease contaminated water for the rest of your life, you just have to trust that the Director knows best  and all you can do is play your part the best you can knowing you are contributing your best despite any dwindling feeling of insignificance.

LoCkS aNd CiNdEr BlOcKs

Dictionary:
    Cornered: (v)- to be forced into an awkward or difficult position which escape is impossible.



In a glass box. On a different playing feild than everyone else. Friends standing close but still alone. Staring at everyone else living their lives, so free. Im weighed down by hidden thoughts and feelings. Like being bound by locks from ankles to wrists with dozens of cinder blocks. My mouth sealed shut with glue...trying to break my lips free, but know that if i allow myself to poen my mouth even the slightest bit, the consequence will be devastating. So my destiny by particial decision remains. Up walks a friend with a key to the locks, and to break my mouth free. He feels familiar, like an old friend, but i just consciencely met Him not too long ago. He offers to help. I can see He has been bound before too, but not by something as painless as locks and cinder blocks. Despite the fact that i know He has the answer, i step back and beg Him with my eyes to not unlock me. Although i want to be set free more than anything I'm terrified more than i have ever been before. The consequence seems too great. If i go free now and let myself find happiness, I become vulnerable for the weight to return, possibly worse than it is now. So i decline His much needed healing. So untrusting. He see's my fear and understands. He has felt it before too. He lowers the key and takes a seat next to me. He isn't going to leave or give up on me quite yet. He has been my protection beofre and will be forever. I feel slight comfort knowing He is there but nervous thinking He might grow impatient and leave, letting me stay here despite what loved ones have told me dozens of times.

So i remain in my glass box, bound from ankles to wrists by locks and cinder blocks. I remain watching everyone's lives go by with my hidden thoughts and feelings...so close to the surface.

BaD pOeTrY

The cat danced at midnight
while it purred throughout the day.
It asked for a coffee
but got apple juice instead.

Pages of a book
crinkled and wet
was thrown into a garbage can
but it got super confused

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.......yeah.
the end.

UnTiEd ShOeS aNd BrOkEn PeNcIlS

Everyone dreams of a perfect world. We all think about things we would change if we had a choice, whether it be the tiniest detail or something huge and dramatic. In mine...everytime i wake up in the morning there is a precious little bird in the tree outside of my window, singing his little heart out just for me. It is never a battle to get out of bed, because i have been given the promise that nothing will go wrong and it will be more than worth it to get up. Outside, the sun hits just right so the clouds turn into fire. School is an escape and not a segregation re-run. Everyone talks ffto everyone no matter who their best friend's sister's cousin's mom's dog's previous owner is. Shoes dont untie and pencil tips dont break. Lockers dont jam and doors dont slam, but close gracefully as if made of glass. Everyone is themself. There are no secrets, no lies, no walls, and no judgement because the previous dont exist. Everyone has a family like the Cosby's with perfect children, beautiful homes, and more than enough love to go around... and then some. We all have lamps with a genie but have more than just three wishes. There are no tears except those of pure joy, and are shed for all the world to see. Hugs are given freely so that no work is required in recieving one. They are the cure to everything, and have the ability to mend any internal broken seam. Love isnt a word that is terrifying to say but is more than willing to not only be contageous but infectious. My perfect world. Without blemish. But this wish is only woven and spun by the blind and ungrateful mind living in THIS world, for this may not be perfect or occupied by perfect people, but covered with scars of imperfection waiting in anticipation to be transformed into some extension of a perfect existence. Making a wish for someone else very much a reality.

DiReCt OrDeRs

Rock out like it's 1950 and you are with all of your firends at the local bowling alley and you just got 3 strikes in a row. Rock out like the only thing that you walk on all day is a red carpet. Rock out like you just got and A on a test when you didn't even crack a book. Rock out like you just won tickets to your favorite musician off of a radio talk show. Rock out like Whitney Houston. Rock out like Bobby Brown. Rock out like you are Whitney and you just got  a divorce from Bobby. Rock out like you are making millions to. Rock out like the answer was found to cure poverty all over the world and the multiple disease epidemics in Africa. Rock out like you just passed the person you are going to marry while you were walking down the street and they even winked at you. Rock out like Donald Trump just gave you a job cleaning up after his dog. Rock out like you are in your car and you are the only one on the road and your favorite song just came on the radio. Rock out like you somehow got into the middle of a tornado where its calm and quiet. Rock out like Christopher Columbus, like Benjamin Franklin, like Abraham Lincoln, like Martin Luther King Jr. still lived. Rock out like your life, liberty, and pursuit of happiness depended on it. Rock out like this is the last sunset you are ever going to see and you didn't want to waste a second of it. Rock out like you have just been blessed with a precious new member of the family. Rock out like that's exactly what you had to do in order to wake up the next morning. Rock out for your friends, family, and loved ones. Rock out for yourself. Whoever or whatever you are rocking out for..doesn't matter. just freakin ROCK OUT!