Calling Out to All Listeners.

After a great lose, for the other team, my roommate and I finally arrive home (our dorm sweet dorm) and decide to take a little drive around. We talked like we normally do when we drive together. It is all you can do, the radio is no good! How old "timey"does that sound? After we finished driving around we headed back inside.. ran actually because it is frigid down here. Like a bitter wind! Since having just talked about a heavy topic there is nothing better to change the mood with than some throwback shows. Talk about a time warp, we are at the part of our lives we haven't even begun to dream past because it already seems so surreal. For whatever reason watching Beavis and Butthead popped into mind, the roomie agreed. We begin watching it. That show is fucking hilarious, if you excuse the minor subliminal messages. Block them out, and you see the hilarity behind it. As well as the stupidity. Let me rephrase, being blind doesn't mean you can't see. I hope you can keep up and be able to leap your thought process to where I'm going beeeccaauuuse: Therefore our despise is going to be our own fault. Keep reading this will all make since.
Normally, I'm a very objective person. Observant and remember the weird facts to make myself look interesting later, but this time I'm serious. Look around, and don't be bias, or read Freakonomics (something you should anyways because it is a great book) and tell me, or yourself, or your future you what is happening in our lives. Write it down as factual as possible, read it out loud, and THINK whats going to happen next? Why? Look at studying history. When researching what happened in the "ancient" times do you ever sorta wish the people would just wake up and notice they are headed towards a very bad place? *cough* Holocaust. The German people didn't even know about the jewish executions.

Now tell me what you think our worlds fate is going to be.

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Crisp Leaves, Autumn Breeze

There is truly nothing that contains more bliss than being in the mood of creativity. At a coffee shop, with cool fall weather, a hazelnut cappuccino, a cute boy texting you, and what seems to be like all the time in the world. Everything seems to have a beautiful presence to it when this mood occurs. Like you can see the beauty in the simplest of things.. as well as complex. Your mind is calm, yet sparks of inspiration hit you like lightening sending you into a whirlwind of endorphins and urge to make this inspiration into matter. But I have to admit, there is a tad bit of underlying melancholy that can be felt. For me, it's missing the people I love. And memories. Oh yes, the many memories that flood my mind when I think about them. Luckily there are two women conversing about birds near and are keeping me mildly uplifted.

So since I'm in this mood of making craft, I'm going to attempt writing something... beautiful.

Explore the depths, and uncover the layers.
Everyday there are tiny prayers.
Speak the truth, and hear the lie,
Years go by without good-bye.

Haha... Redo.

The clock strikes five after eight, she wraps a purple cotton scarf around her neck and heads out into the night. She is immediately engulfed in the gray weather, a crisp breeze bites at her nose and other exposed limbs she forgot to cover. Her gloves, she forgot to wear her gloves. 'Oh well' she thinks and stuffs her hands in her pocket. Filled with emotion, she begins to unleash it. After 5 minutes of walking the cold doesn't seem to bother her anymore. Her mind is preoccupied, replaying and replaying what is now just a memory charged with sadness. A single tear slips from her amber brown eyes, her heart is burdened with conflicting feelings; like her chest is a war zone. She watches the breath come from her lips, it stays for a moment then dissipates quickly in the frigid air. Numbness has begun to take over her, inside and out. She slows down her pace and lets her knees go weak from under her as she sinks onto a park bench. The weight of her head falls back and she gazes somberly at the night sky that is dimly lit up by a crescent moon accompanied by minor twinkling. 'How could this happen to me?' she wanted to scream. That is the last thing she thought before her throat was slit from behind. Enabling her from doing so....
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Over and Over Again...

I can't help but digging up those old memories buried deep in that special place I like to keep them. To think about what could of happened if what happened didn't happen. I know it is all over now, but I can't help but to hold on to every last essence of you that still remains. Because its all in my head, I think about it all the time, I replay the good times we had over and over again. Trying to feel that great feeling, instead of the pain that has tried to take its place. I fear if I let you go, I let go of something that once made me so happy. That it will all just be forgotten. Or maybe this hole that you left in my chest will be filled up with cobwebs and dust because no one has ever made me feel quite the way you did. Or maybe, if I finally am able to let you go, I will just fall from that thread you left me to hang on. I put out and you put me out. High and dry. With so little that I have to remind me of you from 5,000 miles away, we could pour a little salt and it would be like we were never there. You told me not to worry. You told me it'd be fine...

Guess that was just a lie. And you were just another guy.

Simplest Fix

So I posted this on Facebook out of heat of the moment. I really like it, It's something I have wanted to say but haven't known I wanted to till it just came spilling out from under my finger tips. This world needs a change, but we all have to stop waiting for it to just happen because it starts with YOU. 


Maybe if people were actually nice and respectful in how they treat other people, the world would be a better place. Nobody will say they like a bully if they are one. Take a pledge to the world that you will treat others how you want to be treated. & be bigger than the ones that won't change; treat others how you want to be treated, actually means, treat EVERYONE how you would want to be treated.. Not just the ones you like. You never know, when your gonna need somebody to help you. Sometimes you don't get to choose who saves you...But what if you didn't treat your hero good? Why should they help you?? All because you were mean to them. Shame shame, hopefully they don't want to cash in on their revenge at that time....Think about it, the least you could do is try, and its free AND YOU'LL FEEL BETTER. Change, and pledge to try to BE a better person. For me, for your friends, for your classmates, for that person you hurt, that person who might hate you because of what you did.. But also forgive yourself. And make that promise to yourself to wake up every morning and attempt to be better. It's simple, treat others, how you want to be treated. Lets do it. Who's with me?