Plant Life

Just felt like sharing something wondrous. :)

Words Are Words Are Words

If you need me, you can find me in the self help aisle in the bookstore. I'll be flipping through everything from depression, to relationships, mental disorders, and even titles such as "The Book About Dreams". Yeah, its a difficult world to sift through. But believe me, the simple things, like love, saltine crackers and spray on cheese, and story time by the campfire while your grandfather's beard glows red in the crisp,cold, night; make it all the more worthwhile. Its worth pummeling through the tumult and the strife.


Grab your gloves, because the snow wishes to give you a warm welcome, the sewers wish to bid you a due, for they themselves, begin to sink down. The gently flakes that pelt your face start to worry if your ears, and cheeks will grow red, but rest assured because the hot cocoa is awaiting inside ever so patiently. 


You know why you're intrigued? Because of my words. Words can hurt, words can heal, and even sometimes; Words don't matter. Words are words are words.

I would sit against the side of the building, pull out my headphones, and drown out the visual noise. I didn't want to think about what he called me, I didn't want to think about what they said. The bricks scratched my back, and I handed them a contract, saying I'm aloud to perch here. Its strange to me, so I pulled out my pen and started to write, almost as if the pen was having a race against the blue and red boundary lines. Why do we follow them, anyways? Its like we're programmed. Even if we walk into a fast food place, and there's not a person in side, we still tend to walk through the ropes to get to the front to order. But that's another story. We're talking about words.

They're powerful. It can make or break a relationship. They can also bring your world down, flushing it over your eyelids. It can make someone hide under their scooby doo covers in fear. It can cause sometime to change their whole life. They're a weapon, they're a guard. They're many things I wish I would've thought of, or could have been. It's just inconsistent me crying out for consistency. What words have been ringing in your ears today? If you hear me let me know. Remember, I'll be in the self help aisle. 

Dreams Don't Turn To Dust

ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE. <3

Humans Too

Find the gay person:


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Can't do it? That's because they're humans too, and we're all the 


same. You should support gays, bisexuals, 


and lesbians.

Training Throttle

Finish your cereal, kids. Mom and I are off to the bank, and we wish it that you come along because then you'll see why we're taking our money back. 


Hello, this is truth, knocking on your door again. I know we're neighbors and all, so I was hoping I could borrow some attention. I really need it for this new recipe. I've been working on a dish by the name of "Hello, are you still there?". I think I'm gonna need some feedback on it, I'll send you some later.


The cracks on the sidewalk sometimes speak to me, and they tell me I'm going to have a rather horrendous life. I would laugh at them, but then I might trip. They really hate it when I talk badly about them, so it would be ridiculous of me to do so, so I think I'll just sew my dry lips together, I don't have much of an opinion anyways, considering I'm just the creak in the stairs, and the rust on the tire of your bike that won't stop spinning.


I forgot my arrogance, or rather my blissful ignorance, in my wallet, and its almost as if you expect me to be a terrible person, based merely on appearance. In that case, let me buy you a steaming cup of coffee and a plate of salad, so maybe somewhere in there, you can tell me where you derived this idea from. So tell me, do all humans think like this?


His small shoulders could no longer support the weight of such heavy tears. He missed him. "Dad, when are you gonna come pick us up?"
I wondered of this for such a long time. What is he doing? Where is he? Who is he with? Is he thinking of me? Does he know who I am, or cares? These questions, I now dutifully know the answers to.


I've wronged you, and I don't think you can ever forgive me, I just wanted you to know that I'm sorry. I 
miss all our little games, analogies, and metaphorical concepts you and I could only dream of, like little kids 
telling ghost stories under the blankets in a tree-house too high for the worms to reach. I hope we can still be 
friends, and I thoroughly enjoy your advice. And just remember, that I changed so much for you. I did this 
because I adore you, and admire you. You're a great friend and I'm glad to have met you. The sneakers say 
hello, so lets untie these knots, slip out, and walk again.

To The Sky

Wonderful song. Spread your wings guys! More posts coming soon! As well as entries! Enjoy! :)

Cheer Up :)

Cheer up guys! Here's a song for you! You are ALL special!

Go Figure- A Look Into Child Behavior

When I was little, everyone was basically the same, in most ways, in the sense that most things kids did, or thought, could be related to. For instance, everyone wolfed down their lunch as quick as possible, just to get to recess, because if you stayed at lunch, or were in class studying pointless matters, you were considered a "loser".


I remember when mean, or stupid, was the most offensive thing you could call someone to insult them. But nowadays, things have become more cruel, real, and vulgarization was the goal in which we kicked our stereotypical soccer balls into. Always that pentagon shape, you were terrified to be different. Terrified to be the loser.


I remember when you always said your manners, and now, you don't know where they've disappeared off to. Your parents might say you left them at home. Now you are all grown and some of us still don't know where home is. We've become jaded.


I recall the day, in every one's lives, at some point in their life when they dared to be different. One of two things happened:


1. Everyone respected and accepted your decision to become something you probably aren't.


2. You were shunned out of a social society known as the group of people you may consider important.


Let us face facts here, number one is a mere daydream blown into your ear by the blustery breeze. Things have changed, some things have remained bitter, the same, rather. I recall, when little boys picked on girls because they liked them. In present day damn near everywhere, males are cruel to females intentionally for the sake of all that is uninteresting and distasteful.

I'm dreadfully sorry, it seems I'm trailing a bit off a tad. So, back to a subject in which I planned on speaking of. Things we probably all did as a child. I'm sure you all crawled up the stairs on all fours. I'm sure, at one point in your life, you were extremely picky about something your guardian made, and refused to eat it. Or you like some food that you didn't when you were a child, or vice versa. 


We all constantly check the fridge every five minutes just in case new food has magically arrived. Remember when we used to cut in line, when in truth, we're all headed to the same place at relatively the same speed?


 I recall the time when we had to make the choice between throwing a punch with your puny fist, or walking away. Now, several outcomes are possible, but it depends on the relationship between the two children in this confrontation or altercation. You could end up in a fight, two sided or not. You could end up with the result of walking away and not being touched a single bit. Or, you could walk away and go home, later getting jumped by the neighborhood brats who steal your lunch money. I know, how cliche. Nevertheless, this may or may not support the development of your future personality, or it may change the way you treat others.


Speaking of getting into a squabble as a child, here leads to another topic: behavioral problems.

All children have behavioral issues in the beginning, first and foremost because they just don't know any better. It's simple civics, they don't understand the fine line between what is right, and what is not O.K. to do or think, etc.But there is something to notice: Some children stop doing it earlier than others. Is it because they've realized that they can't have the attention all the time? The world doesn't revolve around them and their needs, perchance? 


Or is it because they've simply given up on working towards their goal. They've failed to understand why they aren't getting the attention, so they may assume they're being neglected; socially abused. So then they might begin to act out, disobey orders from parents and teachers because they simply can. Because they crave the attention they aren't getting at home, they may tend to get into some trouble at school. Whether it may be from teasing other kids, to talking back to the teacher in rude manners. 


Or it may be that they find themselves not getting any friends at school, or they are failing to learn some of the material presented to them in class, so they start to act out at home. They need attention, and sometimes, it may be nearly impossible to get it. For instance, like I stated above, they aren't doing so well in the social and educational environment at school, and their guardians spend most of their day at work, contriving ways to collect money so the family can hold onto the single red string hanging from the ceiling. So, be sure to remember, a child needs attention, or they may not turn out the way you hoped. Knock out the horrendous habits early, or things could accumulate into a big mess of incompetence and social agony.  

Social agony, is indeed painful. This may be related to being socially awkward. As a small child or an infant, if he/she isn't introduced to a lot of adults or other children, they may be uncomfortable or unfamiliar about social concepts, and the aspects of making friends or working well in a social environment may be somewhat arduous to grasp. So the most simple way to fix this is to have them always be around people, so they become comfortable around other kids when it is time to put them in a schooling environment. 

Based on my personal experience, I lived on a farm as a child, and wasn't introduced to many other than my family. So when it was time for me to go to pre-school, I cried every single time I was dropped off. I know, bittersweet and pathetic. So if it were up to me, I wouldn't put my kids through that kind of torturous notion. Not that I'm making an impression that you should raise your kids this way, it is merely my own opinion. 

There is also another probably that arises in most children, and that is the habit, of being bossy.

Being bossy: Its something, more or less, that happens to a humble amount of kids. This usually occurs when children are around their siblings, and they want them to do something when they're too lazy to do it themselves. Or when the children are playing, and the role assumption in the game becomes a conception of dominance and accusation. This could also lead to confrontation. Children tend to strongly dislike others that are bossy, or tell them who to be or what to do. So fix this problem by teaching them manners, and sharing. But let us think about this: children dislike to share. Hell, the average ADULT dislikes sharing. I know what you're thinking: If sharing is caring, then I don't care. Well, if we all learned to stop being so greedy, and share our toys, so to speak, the world would be a much more resourceful place. By the time we grew to be adults, maybe we would've shared the resources we aren't today. Maybe there would be no war. Because we would be working together as a unit. An Earth. But that's a different, more politically acclaimed topic. 

I hope you enjoyed this, comment if you may. Or if you wish to discuss more topics related to children and their behavior. 

You Always Called Me Kid

Some days I wonder if you even know what love is. Some days I wonder if  you could stand peering at a reflection. Chapter 1, the first step, a prologue, a beginning, a start. That's where we'll blast off, that's where we'll kick away from the ground. At least, that's where I wish we were. We once were. It was perfect, even if it wasn't love, it was definitely something special. It was an experiment, but I wouldn't necessarily say you were a toy. You were a grand friend, no wait.. you're more than that. You always were. And there's a gut feeling letting me know that you aren't reading this. You probably haven't read anything of mine.


Like Relient K says, if I tear open my mouth, it'll just be to bite my tongue. I'm still tiptoeing around mines for you. I don't have any clue why I still feel the need to impress you. I want you to talk to me, I'd be happy if you just stared at me for a second in which I'm frozen. You shouldn't shuffle so nervously, for it should be me who should be cowering in his boots. You've always done that to me, made me nervous. I wasn't sure if it was a bad thing or not. There never was a time when I couldn't remember your face, you were always like that to me. For as distant as I can recall, you've always looked relatively the same.


Do you realize that I can't even listen to the Christmas Song without crying anymore? In fact, I cried last night, because of YOU. Every time I open my mouth around you, the words come out so... plain stupid. For lack of a better word. It seems like I CAN'T make you smile anymore. Just today, you called me "dude". You never called me dude. You always called me kid. Or freshman. Something. I wrote the words down for you, plain to see, and you shrugged it.


I remember, the slush lay gently upon the ground, and the white vicinity engulfed us, a snowball fight broke out. I remember throwing it across the street and it hit you in the face. You loosely recall. It wasn't so long ago. I remember bare feet, jumping over tables, old houses, rather large sweaters, the rain, cliche trips to the market. You were there. And for a time, you were the only one there. Do you remember that? If you're reading this, I hope you know its about you.


I always unsure of us. Sometimes I made excuses, and I've done a lot of things, and said much that I regret. It reminds me of warm ups in the cold, silent bus rides home, and late night walks by the park. What happened? Was it me? Of course it was me, but there's nothing I can change now. I honestly screwed us up. I'm not asking for forgiveness, I just want you to know I'm sorry.


I still think about the days where I needed to come over and take a break, and we'd lie there as you gossip of those you know. I'd listen, nod, and comment on the things I found interesting. You'd make me noodles, and we would listen to the music that was blaring on the T.V.


You were an escape, and more importantly, you were a real help. You smile complimented mine, because after I met you, you changed one of many facts about me: I now like my smile. You're a dreamer, you're creative I've always seen these colors you're portraying for everyone to see. You make it obvious. You're likable. And I'm grown now, I make my own decisions, and I don't think everything is about me anymore. I'm no longer selfish, and I wish I was still Kid. You always called me Kid.