Write about a place.

Setting. 

Write about a place.

(Authors use descriptive words to describe a place. e.g. The bricks are brown and his fork was silverish. Setting is an important part of a short story)

It's been three weeks since you last called. douche bag. 

Yeah I'll keep this forever!! Yeah! Lets be facebook freinds!

Maybe it was silly of me to think you were being honest or that we might be best freinds. 

What am I doing here?

I'm not in Paris. 

What happens to a dream differed? Does it shrivel in the sun?

I don't like this place I'm in. It's foreign and different from where I should be. I don't like the icecream and I don't like the TV. 

What happened to Paris?

Paris, where everyday hearts swell, dancing was easy and you only ate things that were good for you. Where inspiration was all around and souls wrapped themselves in the moment and voices were heard. 

What happened to Rachel Barry?

 "Do you have a Facebook? a Twitter? Any favorite shows? 

Well I don't. It is EXHAUSTING being me." 

What happened to her?

Where every second of her day was spend devoted to her dream. 

For the past 3 years all she has talked about was "Dreams""Shine""Broadway""Dreams""Streisand""Broadway""Barbara""Star""Dreams" She woke up at five in the morning everyday to exercise then practice her arpeggios before school. 

Now,

now, you lay in bed because you're too tired to have fun and Your mother never shuts up. Now, 'Best In Me' has no meaning and Marlo Meekins is getting more famous. 

Now cooking dinner feels like something you obligated to do rather than something you want to and you lazily hang around Claire and John because you have nothing better to do, they have nothing better to do, because; their just there because their family I suppose 

You're not living your dreams

Why?

You're not independent, you're not on adderall, you don't drink crystal light, all those red bell peppers are sitting in the fridge. You aren't in Salt Lake City, where your heart quite literally remains,  in a flower pot on a porch overhanging the city of dreams

Let's face it you watch tv there's something wrong with you 

And music is something you only listen to sometimes.  

Write a poem. A poem almost always rhymes and uses figurative language.Here's the structure for an allusion.

Okay. fine. I'll try a tried & true format. The "I'm thinking about you"

             I'm thinking about you like lemons think about lemonade like dogs think about fresh air. I'm thinking about you like kids think about candy like walmart greeters think about 6'oclock. 

Like astronauts think about the dark side of the moon. And it's you! It's you who I'm thinking about!My mind is racing like the solar system spins around the sun and the sun never. stops. burning. 

    I'm thinking bout you like the grill thinks about matches like a professional kickboxer thinks about matches like a color-blind sock searcher thinks about MATCHES! 

      I'm thinking bout you like treasure thinks about boxes like wagons think about oxens like paper thinks about glue and like minivans think about vacations. Like grass thinks about soaking and moping is what I'm doing when I'm not around you. 

     I'm sad because I'm also thinking about you like Ezpernazas mother thinks about stirring oatmeal. Like Mr. Paskett thinks about sundays and poor kids think about christmas.

If objects could speak.

Walls have stories. Every single object has a compelling story. 

All you have to do is ask. 

Hats

     You don't need me, your hair looks fine honey

Headphones

     Rip my rubber again and I'll KILL you there won't always be more replacements!

Mirror

     I am silver and exact. You stare at me too long. I really DO like the words you rub in me after the shower I find them inspirational. 

Shampoo

   You should get that checked. Don't be anxious to talk to your mother

     I don't ENJOY seeing you naked! It just sort of happens every day 

     When I die just please have the courtesy of throwing me in the recycling I don't want to be surrounded by rotting food!

Candle 

     I used to be more than just a Pretty Stalk. I used to be NEEDED. 

Watch 

     I seem to be in the same boat as the candle the boat that drifted from necessity daily to aesthetic object

BPA 

     Hey what's all the fuss?

Tomatoes 

     Don't make me blush

Desk Chair

     I see so many asses covered with cheesy logos

Spoon

     I like your lips. wish I could smell your saliva forever. And stop shoveling me into overcooked rice okay? why don't you take me to your bed with you and hold me under your pillow

Canned Liver

     I'm not that bad, really. Why do people always put me in a box if yknowhatimean and think I'm brown and nasty

Bar Soap

     Stop throwing me in the garbage! For the sake of my brothers and sisters get your mother to stop purchasing

Storage Crates

     Um y'know, I'm dusty

Antiperspirant 

     You KILLED ME!!

Effects of musick.

I thought I saw you. But it was only a daydream 

In the daydream we were eating chicken sandwiches. 

I thought you meant chocolate covered cherries but you were talking about Gavin Degraw.

I thought I had twenty-one freinds but that's only how many favorite albums I have. 

When my vision is clear it's clear only in the limbic system not in the prefrontal cortex. 

I thought I saw god but it was only a bum. 

I thought I saw ghandi but I was only a typo. 

I thought I was happy but it was only a vibration in my ear

I Remember After All This Time (# 14 I Remember)

I remember the mood rings I placed on the swamp cooler vent just to watch them change color. I remember the backyard swings in the sandbox bigger than anyone else's. I remember the mood swings of my mother pacing the floor as she rehearsed her argument then to plaster on the smile he kept in a jar my the door for her. 

I remember the hot summer days. I remember steam. I remember the hot steam from a heated argument.  

I remember Micheal. He's the one that jumped the second story window to the trampoline. I remember bubbles the ones filled wih grey fog. I remember I had no appreciation for music.  Now Micheal Bublè fits the other part of my heart. 

    I remember the candy in the peppermint place the swirls of rainbows and spheres of pink. I remember my dad telling me about telepopmusik in his jaguar. I remember the candy-coated response when I told my mom I'm not lds.

All of your love was all that I needed. 

I remember the needles the pine needles in the tree shaped like a house. I remember the needles I sewed my jeans with. 

I remember the needles. 

From. every. single. immunization

I remember when you told me I wasn't gay Alena is hot and forgot it ever happened. 

Showing kindergarteners that gay people can get married too is wrong.

I remember the moment lana del ray was my only friend. 

I remember Ke$ha. 

I remember Ke-dalluh-sahin-ha. 

I remember when my mind was blown. Blown into my lungs. A breath of fresh air.

thank you Mr. Nelson

I remember the paper airplanes. 

I remember being one step ahead but usually a mile behind. 

  

Paperclip

Give someone a paperclip and see what they do with it. Difference between a creative type and a bored consumerist; a consumerist will bend it into a perfectly straight line, a creative type will bend it into a sculpture.
And the uninspired will clip paper.

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Tourist

SIXERZ. (#9 Sixers)

I want to drink butterfly milk.

If my heart was a house.

You would be the north star.

We are all men of action.

Why over think your every action?

We are but poor circus performers.

The balloon can't be filled with helium.

Do you know the way there?

Yes, I do thanks for asking.

I have the most cherished thing.

A hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy.

"You carry baggage of much value."

People search for air in tunnels.

(Object permanence is not always constant.)

Grains, Of the earth thrive there.

Rain pours happily instead of snow.

She did her best thinking then.

Do you have an animal spirit?

There's a frog in my throat.

There is a frog tied up.

The man in black breathed deeply.

He prepared for the fatal strike.

Only you are frightening me.

How can I soften my weave?

Hammers & tongs, anvils & steel.

No fabric is softer than silk.

Andrea Gibson eats lots of root vegtables.

I am envious of your collection.

You found so many beautiful things

Drink me, I dare you to.

Take me when I've done ( #5 Death)

Take me when I'm old. Or at least old enough to think I'm old.
Take me some time after after I buy a house.
Take me when I truly have nothing else to do.
Take me when all else has died.
Take me after I get a chance to feel more love than I am capable at my parents home.
Take me only after I've tried and failed thousands of times.
Don't take me full of too many regrets.
Take me after I've seen you're face but escaped, cheating death more than once isn't fair.
Take me after I have gotten the pleasure of standing under Tokyo Tower.
Take me when I've lost my hair.
Take me to your domain but please not while it's raining.
It would be too dramatic.
Don't take me with tears.
I do not fear you. When my time is inevitable I will go with you.
Just give me a fair chance. I hope against all assumptions that you are, in fact are fair.
Take me after I've seen my nephews.
Take me after I've taken refuge.
Take me when my hourglass has emptied, just don't tell me when.
Take me after I've bought a 3D printer and been to the wedding of my sister.
Gosh I miss her.
Take me after I've seen them all.
Take me on a soft October night. (i've heard it's your favorite month)
But not in the morning.
Take me after I've taken my toast and tea.
Take me on the equinox.
The equinox not of summer or spring but in winter on a cold night after I have counted my coffee jars.
Take me after I've said what I meant.
Take me when man has reached Mars.
Take me after I've gotten smarter.
Take me after I've gotten fatter.
Take me after I gathered a rose bud or two.

How many calories are in a feeling?

(THE SECRET LIFE OF LETTERS: SCISSOR SISTERS/THE FANTASIST: MAXENCE CYRIN)

How many days are in a sentence?


What is is the full speed of language when there is nothing to say?

Where do words hide unspoken?

How many calories are in a feeling?

I haven't heard.

Have you heard how many dimes add up to the worth of a rhyme?

Or how many years are in a phase?

Do you wish you could skip on past this phrase?

To the next gumdrop bridge?

How many chocolates make up a wrong gift?

How many tears are in a symphony?

But most important how many calories are in a feeling?

I haven't heard.

I'd like to know because because I'm trying to watch my weight.

How many stones does it really take to kill a bird?

104,820 and a 1/2? That's how many got dumped in the meadow. For another city center with windows.

I'm glad its not raining.

How many sorrows make up a sob? How many aches are in a compassion?

How many buzzing bees are in an overheard scorning?

Or how many butterflies are in a performer?

How many words describe a soulmate?


How many calories are in a sensation?

I haven't heard.

Hey

Remember perspective is all that counts so clean you're lenses and if they're still dirty then get som new glasses!

bells

Louder than sirens
Louder than bells
Sweeter than heaven
And hotter than hell
And by the way you smell

Poetry

I am a poet and I am not even aware of the fact that I can rhyme whenever I wish.

The cooking lesson

Hi, and Welcome to this evening's cooking lesson. Tonight we'll be focusing on desserts.
We will be learning how to bake all the things that you hate in one cake.

So Lets begin.


C is for catholisism
A is for acting, to get people to like you
K is for karly stouffer
E is for eggs, hard boiled

Hm that one tasted like salt and steam and the stink of a broken belief. No, no that's not what i'm looking for.
Let's try that again.


C is for can't do
A is for absence
K is for kiwi, the bird that is nearly
E xtinct

No, that one just tasted like blackness and melancholy like the cake pan was filled on just the edges and it burned all the way through. No, not right.
Let's try that again.

C is for cocaine
A is my addiction to
K illing
E veyone.

Now if I didn't know better I would say that one was baked by H. H. Holme, himself. Now who let him in the kitchen?

C is for cutesy.
A is for american girl dolls
K is for Kelly Clarkson
E is for evergreens the kind made into christmas trees

Really now, you're just letting anybody in. Get my cousin out of the kitchen.
That was nonsense. Now let's bake a proper cake.

C is for carelessness, critisicm
A is for aches
K is for kangaroos in isolation at the zoo. Never having enough room to jump or move. and to think all this trouble just to meet you.
E is for electricity where it doesn't belong. Electric lights when i'm trying to sleep. Neon signs when i need to write.

Yes those are all the things i hate. This cake is marvelous. It tastes of ash and mortar and all the things that boiled over. Yes that is a proper cake. Dig in, bon appétit.

The force that pushed it. (#6 Space)

What my bones say. My bones are malnourished. The last thing they ate was some turkey relish. My bones seem to be thin. Thin enough to just barely not hold my heart in place securely where it belongs. How do I know my insides aren't going to fall out? My bones keep them in but I don't know for how long. My bones are probably whining but I don't hear them. What would my bones say to me if I dared to give them a voice? But I won't give them a voice because I know what they'll say.

So I leave 'em. whining, silently in despair. Does a redwood that falls in a lonely the forest make a sound, when nobody else is around? i dont know. Of course it does. The cry of the redwood will always heard by the force that pushed It.

Thin bones.

Just hardly enough to keep blood flowing through my veins.But I don't need much. It doesn't take a lot to lie in bed.And that's what I'm doin with my life. I'd rather stay in bed with blanket over head consumed in my magic mirror than listen, to my bones. Listen to my bones whine, and ache. Listen to my bones tell me how much I have changed and how damned I've become. I don't wanna   hear    about  my  past   possible  lives. 

shut up bones, I can't take it anymore, I can't bear to listen. Stop it bones stop it. I don't wanna hear your whining, your Begging. I've got the whole world shown to me right here right here in my hands so why on EARTH would I listen to YOU.

YOU. if you're not dead yet you are gonna die soon and crumble and break you're just like that boulevard with the broken dreams. Can't hardy see. So many seams. Breaking. Stop it, stop it you. How dare you keep whimpering at me like this, like you deserve a second chance. When you know you and I both know you're the drunk lover at the barbecue trying to sell photographs or that guy with his heart set on culinary school but isn't willing to chop.

 Don't come back to me and tell me for the twentieth time that all you need is forty-two dollars and a dime  to keep your dream afloat;

 When you know I don't have it. Don't be putting me in a bind. God, sometimes I wish you would just get outta my mind.  You ain't never gonna float so don't be telling me to try your boat. To write a note. To become a poet. Because it ain't never gonna happen. You're all deception and dope when you try to dote. Go home, bones. You're a lazy ass freak that does nothing but dream. Even if someone could hear your screams you'll never rise to the top like cream. You got one hand in the sky the other on your heart. But not one on the prndl. You're a hindrance. You're through. So like I said before, shut up bones. Just do me a favor, you're shattered so deep even I can see you waver. I hate your flavor. You only savor the things that wont last forever. Why is that bones huh? Explain it to me. Life's hard and brittle and you're just too little. You'll soon be in the tombs. and I'll soon be in the boonies, farewell poor bones, thin, Thin, bones. Its been a disgrace to you being so closely tied wish I could get rid of you're taste. Really wish you'd get outta my mind.

Do you have regrets?

Procrastination

Are you good enough?

What's your favourite idea? Mine's being creative !

I love this video I've seen it a lot of times, but I didn't realize a lot of the deep meaning in it until I read this.
Check it out: zanybah.com/dont-hug-me-im-scared-interpretation-2/
#Creepy

of potatoes and bean sprouts. (Fears #4)

War or Peace? (Because love won't know which one it is this time love or war.) War is nasty & ugly. War is hell on earth. Why someone would want to I can't imagine. All I can say is if I were to be drafted I would gladly go to prison than to war. I'm not a fighter. It's what I avoid above all else. In fact it's a crime how much I avoid conflict but I don't care. Because of that I don't think I could call myself a fighter or a lover. because loving involves conflict, pain, an embarrassing exposure. I'm just a weed. Stuck in the ground, I don't go anywhere because I'm good where I am. I don't appear pretty on the outside. I absorb all the good things around me and sit there. I don't even flower. I'm a flowerless weed.


I'm afraid of not being noticed. I'm afraid, above all things that the only beauty exits in my head. I am afraid that my ideas are in my mind and people can never see. I'm never comfortable because the things people think of me aren't what I really love. I fear I am unable to Express, to Connect. Security. Is something I fear I'll never have. I'm afraid of not finding the right friends, which so far I haven't. I am afraid of being alone. (Or do I crave it?). I want Control. I want control of my own life and experiences. I'm afraid I'll die before I get my independence. Idealistically, family and friends would make you feel better but lately I avoid them because a lot of the time they drain from me. I'm afraid of sleeping because I haven't gotten anything done. I'm afraid of dust because one day I will become dust (fear of becoming dust right now). I'm afraid of time passing because its moving even when I'm not.(when i'd like to think i've stepped out of time it keeps going). I'm afraid of large spiders.
And I'm afraid I'll become a potato because there are so many holes I can fall through in the net of my potential.
a potato is weird and lumpy. A potato isn't interesting. a potato falls in to the nasty dirt. There are so many things I can do, opportunities made of strings but there are so many more reasons I can not hold on to them and slip through the gaps.

What if I'm never a bean sprout?

I'm afraid of everything driving by. (afraid of not being noticed) Overlooked because I'm a strange potato or an ugly weed.

If only you could see. Then maybe I wouldn't be so scared.

No such thing

No such thing as Growing Up.

Growing doesn't stop at a certain age
Age is an absolute illusion.
A persons "age" is not defined by some thing as arbitrary as how many years you have been in existence. it is defined by to things; do you have a PASSION and do you have DRIVE.
Energy defines a person.

There is only Evolution.

Constantly changing. Advancing. No stopping point . You grow, green tentacles and arms.
You get better
Stronger
You can only fulfill your soul and purpose as you gain more time to do so.
illumination continues in the light inside of you. Progressing onward.


An age is defined the things you love. A persons age is determined by how strong your will to live.

ThinkinAbou'chu. (Thinking #3)

I'm Thinking About You.
I'm thinking about you like baby's think about teeth. Like dolphins think about air and like divers think about dolphins. I'm thinking about you like the first day of spring thinks about strawberry short cakes like the marshmallows think about summer and the Easter bunny thinks about the moon. I'm thinking about you like guys think about girls and the sun thinks about the stars around mars.
Yup I'm thinking about you like waterfalls think about circles and like birds think about migrating patterns. Like dirt thinks about soaking. Like the page think about turning. Like the radio thinks about electricity saying "I can't sing without you. I've got no power without you.".
Like flowers think about blooming and bees think about stripes. and the sun thinks about clouds.
I'm thinking about you like we'll never be apart. I'm thinking about you like a wedding ceremony thinks about rings.
I'm thinking about you like so many things...
But it's you who will never wear the ring
I can't sing because I haven't seen.
You is who I haven't met.

"The TV is a reflection of our subconscious"

We watch movies. We watch movies to stop chewing on that food particle in our mouth. To stop rubbing our fingers. To stop popping our knuckles and to stop shifting our weight. To stop. thinking, completely.
To stop thinking too much. To stop feeling insecure.

To be completely absorbed.
In a world different than your own, a mind other than yours ; for a change.

If we're lucky we can get away from our own head with a big canvas screen and celluloid film for a holiday.
We watch a movie to get away from our cycles, hopefully a good movie will tune out all distractions so we can just be. To be in some thing that will make us feel . and breath. To enjoy the bliss of a master storyteller.

Shadows In The Dark. (Love #2)

Love . Love . Love . Now matter how many times I say it I'm not sure i know what it is. What it feels like. Is love the fire when you're with someone of opposite forces? But a fire burns . and burns hurt. is love hurt? is it uncertainty? Yes. Love is shadows in the dark.

Love is methamphetamine . There's rumors it's so great  yet you've never had experienced it. It's so elusive, unknown. A stimulant. Love is the boiler that keeps factories turning. factories that make youre food and the clothes that stick to your body . it is a Necessity. Love is steam. Radical and refuses to stay with the rest of the water at the bottom of the beaker.

Love Runs like the instincts of a she-wolf. Love's an apple made of light; when you think you've grabbed it, it dissolves. An Illusion. Love is black red blue violet.  Sharp but foggy.
Love is not there.
Or here.
It's in you. It's the Co2 you exhale

Falling.

For those who cannot read pictures:
I am going to jump out. I'm going to fall. What seems like neverending. The loudest sound in the world my own heart. So many things so big. I cannot see. DRIFTING. No breathing. No movement. Euphoria. Colors. moments. Feeling. on and on. the song is coming to an end; the song of my whole life. T can see it now, the greens. You know I didn't want to see You it means its over. but it can't be over yet I'm not on the ground yet. but i can feel it. The feeling of closing. but this time, closing without regret. Hey to You, i think i love you I never wanted to see you. Be consumed in my own rushing ecstasy. but im glad to see you again, let you in. Hello Earth. I'm almost there. i'll touch your surface and we'll join. I liked it up there but down here is much more comforting and looks warmer. i hold your hand and we'll walk through the fields. i don't think i'll leave this place agian because now i realize I've got something worth protecting.

Flat. :/

Why am I so awkward. I mean it.

Why is it that every form of self expression leads to embarrassment? So I write and tweet anonymously, thank god it hurts a lot less

I know there's something wrong with me & my parents can't take care of me

I want Florida. I want Shepherds pie. I want aderall.

I want to just move out 

Am I stupid? do I have fog in my neurons? Why is it at the times that I want to feel most, I can't. I'm flat.

"How do you feel?" like...Like I'm sad but i can't remember why...

...like i've got just a tiny glimpse of my potential through a feeling of Flatness

Self Confidence

I'm such a nerd i can count 5 constellations.


























on my face.

Alive.

♪( ´°ｗ°｀ )ノ ♪♪♪IIIIIIIIIII'MM AAALIIIIIIIIIIVE   IIIIII'MM AAAALaIIIIIVE   OH YEAH! !!!!
BETWEEN THE GOOD AND BAD'S WHERE YOU'LL FIND ME REACHIN FOR HEAVEN!!! '･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪ (if you're at school use this link: http://v.youku.com/v_show/id_XNTM1MjcwMjA=.html )

Okay, now that's over with I'm going to talk about: Living.

Living could mean inhaling and exhaling, Living could mean blood is flowing or that synapses are firing off in your brain.
     But it's more than that.
To Live Is to discover . But not just discover anything, Living means discovering EMOTIONS. Not your same old run-of-the-mill emotions; sad happy mad good bad I mean the ones that are indescribable. That's living.
Being alive is a sudden strong feeling in your heart
Being alive is TAKING RISKS
Following what you know to be true.
You're not living if your not discovering.
To go through life Living is is to experience art and art is anything that causes you to feel. Go to a museum . Talk to some one new; outside if your group. Try new experiences. Find a book that you have personal connection to. Try a new genre of shows/movies. Change your diet. TRAVEL. Always find new music. Express love. Build a friendship. Pull an all nighter fueled by top ramen and dance music.Anything. Whatever . Something new. Always. Be evolving. Surprise people that that have't seen you in a while. If you're not constantly discovering you're not alive. Discovering what works. what doesn't. learning what things feel like. Have a person(or a few)who is just what you want to be and inspires you to live.
And above all else don't be lazy.
Too live is to work. Either work for you or work for others.
There are only three things toy can possibly do 1. Things you enjoy 2. Things that make your life better 3. Everything else. Avoid spending time in number three, if you do you'll have a more fulfilling life.

( ^_^)/~~~