Words

If you've been reading my blog for a while, you might notice that I title every single blog post with one word. Except for one entry I made back in the fall. But ever since then, every entry has been titled with one word. I believe singular words have power. Explaining things can be useful, but sometimes, words are overused, and eventually reveal too much and start rewinding to the hopeless state of confusion you started out with. This though, only applies to certain situations when it is best just to say one word and let it be dealt with. You might find one day, you can save yourself from a lot of trouble by saying one word instead of twenty. Words, used properly, can make beautiful things appear, concepts established  by syllables spoken and marks in the dirt. Words define and redefine and redefine meanings that we hope to present, in search of the greater meaning. (We all know that one.) I have found words to magnificent playmates; we can really have some fun. At times a party is enjoyable, and other times, one word is enough. One word leaves more of a mystery and space for you to create more of what is there. Undying possibilities can lie within one word because no one word can mean the same word once pondered over by the diverse minds of the earth.

Little

 Nothing wrong with pandas

  Nothing wrong with koalas

Nothing wrong with skunks

Nothing wrong with me.

Nothing wrong with old pictures

Nothing wrong with New York cookies

Nothing wrong with Oreos

Nothing wrong with me.

Fluff

I want to throw daggers into your soul

And be the one there to console

I want to tear you apart

Let you into my heart

Does it make much sense? 

Oh it makes so much sense!

I want you as dead and alive as I am

I do and don't want a boyfriend

I want to soak in the pools of silly love

Are you enough?

I want a sense of reality

But that touch that sets one free

I'll hate you today

Beg you look at me

Does it make much sense?

Oh it makes so much sense!

I want you as dead and alive as I am

I do and don't want a boyfriend

I want to soak in the pools of silly love

Are you enough?

There are no more words for this

 Years and dynamics have left me speechless

I was so afraid

So it had to be this way

I want you as dead and alive as I am

I do and don't want a boyfriend

I want so soak in the pools of silly love

Are you enough?

So I'll keep hating you

Cuz I'll be loving you

I guess thats it....

Arrows

Imagine if every emotion or thought towards someone, that was ever felt or thought, came with a great big blinking arrow. Have you ever thought about that? What if we just skipped the whole mystical wonder thing, and just looked at the arrows. Flashing above our heads, pointing to the person or thing we are thinking about. Imagine life. Imagine middle school hallways. Seriously. Close your eyes and think about a middle/high school hallway, where when ever someone thinks about someone, an arrow points at the subject. Insane huh? The arrows:

From his head to hers  But she's thinking about him He's thinking about the girls over there. The girls over there. They laugh. And they watchin' me looking at him. Who looks at her 

he thinks of him... etc. Just like that. Ah, if only everything and everyone were obvious. Or not. Don't really want my innermost feelings being advertised by an arrow. But if it were to happen, I hope my arrow is purple.

Self

What if the only reason we wish to conquer them is because we have to conquer something and we can't manage ourselves? What if the hurting and controlling of others is just a disposition of the energy that could be used towards self-organization and development. Then I would simply improve myself in order to rise above those around me, instead of pushing them down. But this is the moral I give and never listen to. This is not the way it goes. What happens is, we are afraid of the collectivity of it all and try to tell yourself and everyone around you that they are stupid, as if that will fix anything. But it never does because while you have given them that personal title, nothing about you has changed and it was  you that needed to change in the first place.

Depression

It's kind of  sad and scary when the  TV is starting to look like your Social Studies textbook.  What does it say about our lives, country and future? How do you feel when the only difference between the pictures hanging up in class, and the photos on the news, are that ours are in color. Do you feel... okay? Do seventy years solve a problem? Do they erase a repeating decimal? Do you think the people living in Hoover-villes pictured their grandchildren out there, living in tents, just like them, for the same reason? We all thought this was behind us, and we were better than that. It was all history. Well it's not. GUESS WHAT, ITS NOT! Because we are still not smart enough to let go of our greed, and too ignorant to realize this is all still possible. Nothing ever happens twice but disasters reoccur. Welcome to the Second Great Depression.

Learning

We, as human beings consider ourselves of the living species and therefore find it is our right to experience and explore reality and abnormality as it is found. We find that every breath is another breath learned and there is no such thing as coincidence or pointlessness. If there was no point to something, why would it happen? It happens, because you have learned something. Every single thing happens so you may remember it for future use. That is, hoping that you remember it. At some point, we all have a moment where we disregard everything, and perhaps we will do something unadvised and new. Sometimes, we call this action stupidity. But this could be, at a later date, realized to be a great discovery that it was necessary to disregard all other knowledge in order to go as far as that stupid moment. Don't you learn a lot for moments like that? To never go there or do that again? This is learning. By reading my blog you have learned. Even if you disagree. You have learned that some people such as myself think this.

Hate

Wouldn't it be great if the ones that we hate, we could respect? Instead of hate? With the human natural instinct to love, and all the hate in the world, there must be a lot of intense people with a certain... negative talent. Thus shouldn't we respect those people as we respect others who have talent? It would be a great outlet for all that energy we're destroying the world with. But as you who know me know, I am not one to be talking about anti-hate. I'm not the most peaceful person in the world. But this is an idea for myself. What if all that hate I put out to *****, instead was respect for her ability to move me to such strong emotion? What would happen then?

SnowDay

Oh, how we flew through the wonders, and rarity of today. There are few words to describe the feeling. The whiteness expanding before you, as you bound through the beautiful powder. High on the rocks and sheltered by the trees, cold weapons flying though the air. The sunlight reflecting off of the white plains of ice the stunning glimpse of light. Penguins down the hill crashing into collisions of wonder. Angels made and floating about, signed by little fingers. Cold air rushing though many smiling lungs. The lungs are happy, the body is happy, so thankful for this day.