Scream what your afraid to whisper.

I'm the weirdest person I've ever met. This fact makes me very sad. I'm waiting for it to change. Whether it be by getting to know someone new, or someone better, it doesn't matter.

Off with their headings!

Today I was reading in my Humanities textbook. Right now I guess we're learning how sculptures are made. The particular page I was on made me laugh. A large picture dominated the top of the page showing a sculpture of soldiers decapitating people, below this in the middle of the page was a section heading that read "Execution of sculpture".

Judgemental

I wrote this poem in my head while sitting on a bench on campus, watching people pass, and wondering why there are so many clueless unattractive people in this world, particularly after seeing this one man. Well I hurried and wrote it down on my homework, (Oh how many poems I would have if I just had homework handy all the time) changed a few words to make things rhyme, and got this...

Man walking. Step. Step. Step.

Rubs me the wrong way.

Wears his brown shoes a little too dressy,

and a little too caked with clay.

Wears his blue jeans a little too wrangler,

and a little too blue, true blue.

Wears his black shirt a little too Walmart,

with a sentence a little too ew.

Has a belly a little too prominent,

and pasty flesh a little too white.

Wears a beard a little too bushy,

and red hair a little too bright.

And as this man goes walking by,

I make my conclusion final.

Man, there's not one thing wrong with you,

I'm just a little too judgemental.

Turns out I'm the unattractive clueless one. My favorite part about this poem is how easy it is to read along and not like the guy and then get to the end and feel that pang of guilt. Every time. To me this isn't a form of art, it's a form of transportation. I love it.

A telescope for insight

I have a beautiful mind. Maybe everyone does and mines nothing special... If so I still view mine as beautiful and magic. It works. It thinks. It questions. It streams wonderful monologues and revolutionary ideas. It thinks things that may have never been thought before. It creates worlds teeming with life and soul and energy. It solves problems. It collects memories and quotes. Photographs and philosophies. Friends, faces, love, places, songs, time, thoughts of mine, all co-exist in a tiny little mind. Its beautiful. Truly. And wouldn't you agree that when you find something beautiful you get that little feeling, that little voice inside that screams "I need to share this with someone! This is too good to be left in the dust, to go unnoticed, to be unappreciated." Sometimes I feel this way about some of the things my mind comes up with, but mostly I feel this way about things its collected. Things I see, hear, find, and do. That's why I made this blog. Telescopes for insight. The perfect juxtaposition of me and the things I love. Melting together into a portrait of me, one that i can look at and see far and wide all the places and things I've touched and all that has touched me, and find out who I am. A telescope for insight. That is all this is and nothing more.

P.S. This is from my last blog "Telescopes for Insight". I got rid of it for a lot of reasons but in short because it wasn't working out and I like this one better. Here I'm kinda giving my mission statement for the blog. I wanted it to be about cool stuff online that i find everything but mostly it ended up being about me and my poems and prose. For this current blog I only have a lose theme which I find easier to follow. Now I can feel at ease writing whatever I want as long as it doesn't say anything about me hating rain. And even if I did I've already explained how I love contradictions and not making sense so, yea, I'm pretty much covered. I know it's kinda stupid to care so much about a "mission statement" and follow it perfectly and such but it's just one of those things that piss off my inner OCD monster so I play along. Lastly I would apologize for such a long post script except for this blog isn't for you, its for me. Part of the reason my last blog failed is 'cause I worried about the readers and opinions and feelings and my interestingness and grammar and truth and length and looks and my blog and my reputation and the if I left the oven on and EVERYTHING. But not this time. This time this blogs about nothing. And I hate rain.