Joshua James
Saturday, March 16, 2024
Weeds
Friday, March 15, 2024
The geocaching
The path to finding us and a reminder
My life has never had meaning. I have tried to push for something more but I have never been able to push for anything. Who is Josh? A kid that calls himself James. A Guy that pushes themselves to be like others to understand themself. Which never works. A boy that is afraid to try because if they fail to fail they will have been right? What do I like? I like math. Do I chase dreams knowing they'll fade when I wake up? Why do I feel Uncomfortable conforming? This has multiple side quest to format a legitimate answer. Lets see. It feels gross just going threw the motions. Looking further. If it feels easy I don't like easy even still I don't like walking the paths of other's just to off road. Yet in order to walk of the deep end I need to pass the Life guard that reminds me to walk and not to run. Which I hate doing Why do I want to go where others haven't been before yet won't ride the wakes of others that do so.
Wednesday, December 8, 2021
The things I want to do daily in the future
Friday, February 14, 2020
Gut Feeling
Monday, July 22, 2019
Will Power
I am not alone in this. I have many people that know of who I will be if I put in the effort. Here is to my success in the future. Here is to making a future with more opportunities. Here is to Jacob and whoever Else comes into my life I care about. Here is to the Knowltons. Here is to Zachary. Here is to Bonnie. Here is to Addison. Here is to both Taylors. Here is to Craig and Garrett. And all other people I have or will learn from and love. Here is the future.
I am so grateful for my past and the present.
Tuesday, April 9, 2019
The Pursuit of My Current
Saturday, June 2, 2018
A Convoluted Invitation
I would like to you inform you that Muse have breathed life back into my soul and there is no longer a reason to pull the plug. I am ready to share with you again the insights and struggles that have influenced my life these past years. Though I will tell you that my writing style has lost some of its grace. For I am unpracticed and far less immersed in this aspect of my life. I have hopes that the present reflects the past and you will be able to yet again see my passion and skill level for writing grow.
I would like to take this opportunity to give you the knowledge that I do in fact have dyslexia. I do know that it have been prevalent all threw out this blog. I do not regularly have my posts proof read before I publish them. That being said I have plans on having this post read by other eyes before it goes public.
If you are still interested in sticking around on this flight. To a destination unknown yet filled with aspirations. If you peruse the feathers as they get placed in my wings. Then you may expect to find the songs of a bird that was recently released from a mental confinements and is still gliding unfamiliar amongst currents of freedom, self motivation, and personal responsibility.
I cordially invite you alone this journey of self-discovery.
Friday, March 17, 2017
Thursday, March 9, 2017
Wednesday, March 8, 2017
Monday, January 9, 2017
Lyfe Changes
Today saddness ate at my soul so much that there is enought room for another better version of it to grow in its place
Saturday, November 26, 2016
Dissecting My Daily Thoughts in A Half Hour
Buy a car.
Friday, July 3, 2015
The Taste
You know how water only has a taste if it is different from what you normally drink? This is my life and I am finally tasting the water.
Wednesday, June 24, 2015
Crying Wolf
Do you live to write? Or was that just a phase? Do you not remember the days that all you spoke in your brain was poetry? Or how you could captivate your reader by just speaking your mind? Or how when you read the poetry of random people you felt their pain?
Oh, but I Know you remember the day you told yourself that you didn't need poetry anymore. The day that you told yourself that you could use Dancing as an emotional outlet and get the same lasting release as with poetry. Ha, what a lie. Yes, Dancing made you feel good but, it would just cause you anxiety until you had your next fix. You put on a good show though you had yourself convinced for a good three weeks. But now look where we are. Sitting here in front of a keyboard...
I welcome you back, even though I resent that you ever left in the first place. I'm glad dancing was just a phase.
Do you remember that day that you stop writing? Oh, wait that never happened...
Tuesday, April 7, 2015
Things I Have Feared to Read
l have always been able to do it. To avoid thoughts that need to be heard. Words that have been written long ago but have been refused a voice. A sound that threatens the smile on my face. Phrases that take my crutches away before I can fully walk on my own. These contemplations that expound on the reasons I should hide. This place that made it so I had no need for comfort foods, therapy, or a friend to talk too. The space which judges turn their signs around to reveal perfect tens for signs of depression. This frame of mind that explains the pains of lack of motivation. And images that should have taken my breath away but made me intake a paradox that isnt so different. This the chamber that has taken all of my grieves and unwanted thoughts has found itself too full. And beckons me (with in a persuasive tone) to unlatch its deteriorating pad lock.
i and you
Thursday, February 26, 2015
Monday, January 19, 2015
My Family
My mother always told me that I wasn't going to change until I hit rock bottom. I told her that I would figure it out before I got the cuts and bruises. It always seems like she loves the looks of the new scars.
My best friend told me that he was going to fake it till he makes it. I told him that he really shouldn't do that. He asked why not and I refused to answer. I didn't want to tell him that I would be straight if I still lived that way today.
My brother told me that I had cross a line when I didn't show to my own Court of Honer. He didnt realize that this was are first conversation that wasn't about video games or Christmas presents in a two years.
My dad wants to mend are relationship but yesterday he told me he loved me and I replied with a hollow " I love you too".
My sister told me that we would be the best of buds when she comes home from her mission. It sounds nice and all but I'm planning on dispersing for a year.
My little brother tells me that he is sorry. Yet the rage he had was what he truly feels about me. And living with him its hard not to just think he might break my leg like he was about to that night my parents had to intervene.
My younger sister knows my secret but doesn't seem to care. Yet she still voices her hate for people like me.
My mother keeps trying to tell me that I care for them. But the things she keeps pointing out are the things I would do for random strangers.
Monday, November 17, 2014
I Wrote You This
I couldn't look at your beautiful face because it was something that I was forbidden to have,
I wouldn't keep the broken chain because I had fixed it and I knew that I couldn't fix what was happening,
I couldn't give you my jacket even though I knew you were cold because my heart was starting to freeze,
I wouldn't read your body language because I knew I would see you in less pain than me,
I couldn't move myself from the wall because it's coldness was warmer than what I was feeling from your mother,
I wouldn't I look at you when I drove off because I knew I would start to weep,
I couldn't let you touch me even though you wanted to because I thought it might haunt you and I wouldn't have that,
I couldn't come to tell you that I was just starting to be comfortable with the memories rushing back to me because I though the words might sting,
I wouldn't speak much to you because I was in no condition to think before I spoke,
I couldn't think about me on the drive home because I was crying thinking about how you must be suffering,
I wouldn't stop the tears because they yours and not mine,
I couldn't stop myself from taking the blanket out of my car because I didn't want to use it with anyone else,
I wouldn't walk in the house crying so stopped so they would only notice the blanket in my hands because the tears were starting to be mine again,
I couldn't tell you how I was feeling in person so I wrote you this.
Saturday, October 18, 2014
Dear Valentine
This is about how my wish for the seating chart to be nice to me
came true at the end of second term.
This is about how my Times Table's were fun when
she and I
raced to see who could finish first.
This is about how she once teased me and told me to shut up
and I was silent for years.
This is about the moments I felt her looking at me in the crowded halls.
my "Hello" with your name attached
to it even though it was
just you and
I
in the hall way.
It took two weeks and the right moment to just be given
the silent treatment.
This is about how she was in my Geometry class with Miss Hunt
and how I talked to her twice
and as I recall it was she
that asked about the homework that was due.
This is about World Geography in Ninth grade in
Mr. Myers class and
that I disliked how he let us choose ours seats for
I knew that we would never consciously
sit together.
This is about how Austin Garrett told me
that I was lucky to have Tyler
as my study buddy because she was so pretty
But, all I was thinking was how he
could so easily talk to her
and how I was a
Good Luck Charm
that had broken back in Seventh grade.
This is about how I could only ask for her best friend
to sign my yearbook at the end of Ninth grade.
This is about me being worried that
you weren't going to the same high school
as I was.
This is about how I
got to be known around the school
just by chance you would take note of me again.
This is about how I would set out to talk to you
but would somehow ended up in the library.
This is about the time in the commons that
I was looking for you and I spaced out.
When I came to, I realized that we had been staring at
each other for at least a minute.
This is about Junior year and me trying to forget you.
This is about Senior year and how the
memories started to lose their sting.
Thursday, September 25, 2014
I Used To
I have never seen the ocean at night. At least in person.
I used to watch movies like they had really happen. But now the credits tell me that Timmy is really Jonathan Remund.
I used to believe that planners were useless because of the out of sight out of mind principle.
I used to draw so that I could show people who I was through a sheet of paper but I never like how it looked. A set of words that describes me are inner conflicts.
I am tired of people giving the world a conscious just to say it doesn't treat us well.
I miss the life of being a good person. I and finally willing to admit that I walked on yet now the people I want to tell have all walked away.
I used to believe that the stars didn't exist until I got glass at the age of ten.
I have never been in a relationship and when I tell people this their first reaction is to tell me I am lying. Is there something about me that says I am taken?
I used to fight to be understood but now I find I'm just trying to win.
I used to say that I don't plan for the future. Today I sent a letter and I am planning on a response.
I used to smile for I knew it was contagious. Now I smile to try and feel better.
Wednesday, August 13, 2014
fog
To sit and think out loud,
Wednesday, August 6, 2014
Monday, July 21, 2014
Letters I Should not Write
Dear Coworker,
I called you my flirting buddy before I knew what you could do too me. It started out with me finding you looking at me for too long. You kept telling me that I was you inspiration. You told me that you liked my voice and that it calmed you. That one night that walked to work just so that you could drive me home it was raining. I point out the lighting and you told me that I was your lighting. I thought you were just being odd for you were straight. I told you that you had nice eyes and you looked at me and told me that mine were beautiful. We reach 300 texts in three days of knowing each other. Ha, and we became snapchat number one besties in a half a day. The fourth day I got a bunch of notifications from twitter that you had favorited half of my tweets. You fell asleep one centimeter beside me when we watched a movie in my basement. The next day I told you I was bi. You told me that you believed in marriage between a man in a woman. Yet for the past three day you have continued to flirt it up with me and now I am just pissed. Yesterday you asked me what you would do without me. I responded with " Live on."
Dear Dallin,
You are messing with my mind and I the same with yours. Its fun most of the time but when you start to flirt with me I dont know what to do. Why did you ask if I was a good kisser when we have already talked about me being a VL? YOU LIKE BOOBS! You tell me this all the time. Please stop giving me that look and all the other shit.
Monday, July 14, 2014
Saturday, July 5, 2014
I've Gone To Far
I had his wife help.
He tried to cut me with his words for doing this.
She now uses me as how not to end up like.
They share all then ask for mine.
My mind won't allow.
I haven't written him since.
I have only talked to her thrice.
I chose to forget my attachments for him.
The future wasn't a mutual agreement.
Tuesday, July 1, 2014
the confusion inside of me
a maze that has many entrances,
for i they are exits that lead to different possibilities,
for people they are openings to fine the real me,
I wish I could find the real me without their help,
Friday, June 20, 2014
My Numbers
First time I worn a tank top.
Second time I have I thought that it is now possible to be in a relationship with a boy.
Third time I have questioned my sexuality.
Fourth time I have doubted my abilities.
Fifth time I have tried to buy myself some shoes.
One phone in the gutter . Two days of rain. Three wishes to be something else. Four days wasted sleeping in. Five threats to be thrown out.
To Do
1. Start my schooling.
2. Write when I want.
3. Take care of my car.
4. Let my life change.
5. Stop holding on to childhood.
6. Clean room so I can leave.
7. Tell my Dad my sexuality.
8. Work out until I have the body I want.
9. Write some letters.
10. Wake up before 7:00 am.
0's the could have been First's
- Drugs
- Sex
- Suicide
- Stopping Writing
- Forgetting My Family
Infinite...
Giving up on me.
Monday, June 2, 2014
Give Me Adive ( unedited )
Sunday, June 1, 2014
All About Me ( unedited )
When I had an opportunity to write on this blog I wanted to write about my branches. Branches that my trunk had put out to create leave to better hide top. And the top of the trunk is the most vulnerable. For if the top of the trunk is cut the tree cannot grow taller.
I feel peoples emotions. It came with birth. All I want to say about it is that if they trust me Its easier.
I am fed up now.
I try not to manipulate people to do things; only to give them a new perspective. Ex. Alec Webb
I talk out peoples emotional shit. I am one of those people you love to talk out our problems too.
If only I could take the bark off of my tree.
but like a tree.
that would kill me.
Tuesday, May 27, 2014
Looking For Meaning
I just dont want to give my life away. I knew that this life style that I had built up for myself would fall. For the support beams were bend before I even started building. But I kept adding on and renovating me until I collapsed. I just didnt want to be supported by my parents or the church. I felt comfortable there and I knew that I would not have a need to grow if I didn't have to fight for sunlight. I left without knowing that in order to grow one needs the waters of motivation. And so I started to wilt while trying to grow. I got to the point where at a glance you thought I was dead. Then I found some water. I grew fast trying to get high in the sky. But I didn't have a dream, a goal, a reason to keep growing. So now I grow and expand my limbs to find my inspiration. My sun that will shine through the night.
Monday, May 26, 2014
All About Me
When I had an opportunity to write on this blog I wanted to write about my branches. Branches that my trunk had put out to create leave to better hide top. And the top of the trunk is the most vulnerable. For if the top of the trunk is cut the tree cannot grow taller.
I feel peoples emotions. It came with birth. All I want to say about it is that if they trust me Its easier.
I am fed up now.
I try not to manipulate people to do things; only to give them a new perspective.
I talk out peoples emotional shit. I am one of those people you love to talk out our problems too.
The last thing you should know about me is I never say everything I want to.
If only I could take the bark off of my tree.
but like a tree.
that would kill me.
First Kiss Wish.
Monday, May 19, 2014
Peek A Boo Motivation
Right now I have motivation. A year and a half ago my therapist asked me what is your motivation? I told him that I didn't know. He kept asking me this for three months. He gave up asking me because I would give him the same answer, for it was truth. He did succeed in getting my mother to put a piece of paper on my mirror though that asked me about my motivation.
I once asked my mother to stop helping me with school. I did this because I knew that I relied on her too much. It took me two months to find " motivation ". It was false for it didn't last long. The mind set that I have lived on for far to long wasn't the " I am to live on my own ; how am I to survive?".
There was a night that I pleaded to my mother " I don't want to do it for you.
I WANT TO DO IT FOR ME." She then told me that she didn't understand. That was the day that I stopped vocalizing most of my thoughts to her.
(Right now I am placing puzzle pieces in front of you. So you can put together a odd shaped map of how I got here.)
I hadn't been motivated to any work for myself. It was always because they wanted to hang.
Now I know what I can use as my motivation. But mother just told me that she doesn't believe in me.
I shouldn't let her do that to me. Trip me. But she is of the one rare people that can. I felt so high and mighty yesterday. I am on the floor trying to recover from my fall. She doesn't know how heavy her words weight on my shoulders.
I guess I'm just saying that I am mama's boy trying to brake free.
I now know that I must think for myself and disregarded what others say and think.
Thursday, May 15, 2014
I Swear For The Bottom of My Heart.
Sunday, May 11, 2014
Reminiscing
Wednesday, May 7, 2014
Give Me Advice
Monday, May 5, 2014
Caelan
I will always be waiting here at the bottom of this cliff with the pathway up I will not walk up myself even though you once showed me the way up.
I will wait here for you to come down and tell me to follow you.
I may wait so long that the path we once walk often will be overgrown foliage.
Yet I will be here.
Thursday, May 1, 2014
A Set of Bones
May 1, 2014
I have always thought that wings would make me free but lately I have been struggling to get off the ground. Paris seem too far away to ever see now. I know in order to met up with Paris I will have to walk again on my feet until I have the strength to hold up these wings. I know that when I do take my next flight I will have the endurance to stay in the air. Touching whom I can with my feathers.
I hope it gets to the point in my life that the bones of my wings will not have enough room for more feathers. This will make it so that the old feathers will have to be shed. When these feathers made of words fall I hope they fall in to the hands of little a kid so they will be inspired to write.
Joshua Salmond (Feathers On Fish)
Friday, April 25, 2014
Translator of a Heart
I wish I could do more than leave scars that wont be forgotten for I am always fading away from friends.
My heart is a campfire that leaves dark marks on the earth but it is always covered by leaves,
My body is put through a toll of heated blood that flows throughout my being cooling until it thickens to a cold paste and enters my chilled heart,
My heart wants to pump its secrets into someone else veins not only for that person to share the secrets but to rely on them to live,
My heart misses things before they are gone,
My heart is breathing in steam when I am cold. It just feels right.
Sunday, April 20, 2014
Wednesday, April 16, 2014
I am Sharing My Hiding Place With You
Sunday, March 30, 2014
To Want
the wind around me and stay until the moon touches the ground,
I want to sneeze from the new pollen swirling in the air,
Sleep under the sprouting leaves until they cant hold the sunlight back any longer,
I want to find the source of the wind and give her all the reasons I appreciate her,
Talk to her and listen to be reminded of all the times she has been in my life,
I want to chase the animals that I have feared far too long,
Running fast enough that she can share this new thrill with me,
I want to cross paths with a lake,
Touch him the way only the moon would,
I want to learn from him without saying a word,
Walk away with nothing to say,
I just need to feel.
Saturday, March 29, 2014
Words
sway their emotions with the only control
to stop the emotion is to stop reading.
Words that open the synapse
between the writer and the reader.
Words echo in the ears within our heart.
Words that twist and grip the mind hard
enough to touch the far away soul.
Words that add color to bland minds
and gives images to those who cannot see.
Words that play with your memories.
Words that eavesdrop on your darkest secrets.
Words that stab throbbing weaknesses.
Words that remedy a broken soul.
Words that loosen the stiff necked.
Words that inspire the depressed.
Words that bend the knees of kings.
resurrecting crippled creativity.
Words that twinkle in the carnivorous void of empty thought.
Words that tie a desperate tongue.
Words like thorns quick to prick the gentle soul.
Words that turn men to god.
Words that are memorized to be spoken later.
Words that stay in our thoughts until they get the chance to be written.
Sunday, March 23, 2014
What Am I To Be
When people ask me "What do you want to be when you grow up?" I don't want to tell them. I want to show them.
Friday, March 21, 2014
Are They My Own Thoughts?
Yet when I read them to people they tell me it is original.
I halfheartedly believe them.
I mean there are a bunch of people in this world and
what are the odds that another person has not already written it down?
Sometimes I think I have taken someone else idea and just added or left out some words.
Sunday, March 16, 2014
The Way Death Affects Me
A Death Wish Never Granted
When life has no meaning,
One feels in a drag,
The need to get up and walk all tall goes away slowly,
Quickly replaced with no want but to drag,
With the knife of joy that has points going towards the hilt,
Joy come quick and doesn't hurt as its there,
Yet when it slowly leaves it tares your soul apart until there is not much there,
So now I pray I die because of a promise I must keep that states,
I will not kill my soul.
I wrote this May 8, 2012. I wrote this before I knew I could write so its not flowy. I could have change it yet I thought that I should keep it how it was. I was eight, I promised myself that I would never kill myself. I can count seven time that my eight year old self saved my ten year old, ten year old, eleven year old, thirteen year old, fifteen year old, sixteen year old, and sixteen year old self, and I thank that smart eight year old me but, I know that the ten year old me hates that it took the eighteen year old me six times to realize life is worth it.
I dont cry for the dead.
When I was four I had a dog named Hardy. I was put in time out for a reason that I dont remember. I was crying. Hardy came and sat next to me and let me hold him. Three week latter Hardy ran from the town house and got ran over. I was in the room when we put down Hardy. My parents and my two siblings were crying. I was not. I remember thinking why am I not crying? I also remember my brother accusing me of not loving Hardy. I Love You Hardy.
Christmas this year Sophie died. I have cried beside her too. Sophie froze to death outside because she couldnt get back up. We found her in the afternoon with her eyes open. I stared at Sophie; thought of all the times that I had shared with her and smiled while my four siblings and two parents cried. I saw how it was affecting my mom. I was so empathetic that I cried for her not Sophie.
I work at an assisted living house. For three years I have worked with death. I have gotten close to a lot of the residents and never cried when they have passed. Now there is a resident that talks about how the Lord should take her but He wont. This makes me cry. Will I come to the point in life were it isnt worth living?
I hope I do not get there.
Saturday, March 15, 2014
With Help I Can Be Creative
Cat is on a Rainbow then the cat falls off then he farted out rainbows. Then all of the cats went hay wire and died. Then the rainbow farting cat was lonely. So she went to the next town over. Then the next town had dogs. Then the farting cat ran away. The dogs got mad at the cat and ran after her. Then the cat stop farting then it started to poop out grenades. The grenades exploded into rainbows everywhere they fell. Then all of the doggies died so the cat was bored so then the cat went to the next town. The next town was named Mouse Ville. The cat got hungry so she went there. He feasted upon thousands of bodies of mice and spit up their bones in the town full of obliterated dogs.
The cat went to the dog town to rub it in there face, but it got bored because they were dead. So the cat went to a field to lay in the sun. Then she saw some rabbits that came hopping up a hill. The rabbits weren’t as friendly as they seemed, for they were black belts. Then the cat taught the rabbits how to poop out rainbows.
He ended up leaving after that sentence. I left it how it was. I learn some things from him. If I try and persuaded him in one direction he wont go there. He's a kid he does what he wants. Also I have fun writing with other people. If there is a way to be taught creativity it is by writing a story with a little kid.
Sunday, March 9, 2014
The End Is Coming
I fear that the comments will flows like honey not water. I dread the day that I reveal my true name. I
have anxiety when I think of the day I stop using this blog. I stress over the fact that I cant tell you
who I am. I have panicked over not finishing a post in time. My pulse quickens when go and see
who has commented on my posts. I am trapped in a place that we all should get lost in. I feel like
a coward when I dont go deep. It terrifies me to think that we are being taught by someone that cant
tell people they suck at writing. I have been shocked by what bloggers have said. I recoil at
the possibility that I wasn't in this class. It frightens me to the brink, when I think these thoughts.
I am scared that we now share the same fears.
Friday, March 7, 2014
An Emotion I Rarely Feel
Tuesday, March 4, 2014
Something To Be Proud Of
The reason why the wind was one of my favorite things is because
wind is what greeted me when I got out of the airport in New York.
Wind was there when I left the hotel and got my breakfast every morning.
When the subway comes it goes so fast that it makes its own wind. At one
point the wind made it harder to hear yet easier to think. Wind was the
reason the hotel swayed back and forth. The way the wind felt on my tired
face each night I went back to the hotel. The way the (awesome) snow ,as
it was blown by the wind, felt on my face. And the way the wind reminded
me that it was strong enough to push me from the sidewalk.
I then started to texting Danae. Then our conversation stared going the same way as Kirsten and mine had gone. I then sent Danae that bunch of words. That's all they were to me. Danae then told me that it it was really good. I then contradicted everything that Danae was saying. For I was in denial and I was liking the compliments. She took me that I should post it online. It took me four months for get enough confident to do as Danae had asked me to do.
Kirsten then helped me make my schedule for this year. I told Kirsten that I wanted to be in this class but didn't think that I was good enough writer. Kirsten then took the mouse and click on the class. I am so grateful to have these two people in my life to have inspired me. Consider this a thank you.
- Feathers On Fish
Sunday, March 2, 2014
Patience
An examples of some things out of my reach;
The amount of time it takes to make a sculpture.
The amount of time that I spend on writing.
The amount of time I lay awake in my bed.
The amount of time cakes bake.
The amount of time it takes for the clock to work.
The amount of time the laundry spins.
The amount of time it takes to travel to California.
The amount of time my shift at work takes.
The amount of time it takes to think up a post.
The amount of time the family wants to be awake.
The amount of time it takes to get to school.
The amount of time my body is sick.
For the things that I have my grip on is another list. I will recite them in paragraph form.
I have never been able to be comfortable in my life. Well at least since the age of eight. Life has been complicated the ten years in between then and now. I have never kept up with any one thing. I mostly mean hobbies. In those years I started rebelling against my parents. I did it the nicest way. But I know they think they have no control over me. They told me I have no curfew just so I would stop breaking it. Yet I have not control over them. I feel like I have no control over myself too. But I know that is not true ether. One of my best friends told me I am living a lie. It took them saying this to finally admit it myself. If I want to believe that I have patience then it is in hiding. Because isn't hiding just waiting until you can come out?
Thursday, February 27, 2014
Hell
I do get gifts from above; fire proof paper, moments of pure clarity, a shower of hope so people can see me again. At these times I want to leave. But it is seems too easy. As if Hell has forgotten me for awhile. I then realize that I am not steering my ship that was going towards freedom. It is a heat wave from Hell that shoves me back, almost capsizing me, into the unknown. Hell is the fact that I am in a ship when there is a bridge. A bridge that goes over the seas of the unknown and to the way out. I stopped trying to get out of Hell and not of the reason you think.
I got out and got bored of heaven and came back to Hell.
Tuesday, February 25, 2014
Monday, February 24, 2014
Talent Killers
Once they do I will be able to stop writing. I could give up on writing like I have on other things. Yet now I only want to stop something if a person that I know, who knows what they are talking about, tells me I am bad. Normally the person to get me to stop doing something is myself. I went to an intervention with another kid called FeathersOnFish(myself). There we talked a lot, laughed a little, cried till the salty tears made our cheeks raw, and thought up some good ways to change.
I thought up this...
"People's own opinions kill their talents."
I know that this is truth because I have so many friends that tell me that they aren't good at something so they have stopped. Did somebody tell you that you are bad at it? If so, do you trust their opinion? If you trust them, then you have all the right to stop what you are doing.
If it is just you that has a horrible opinion of yourself then you have no right to stop. I want you to be like my tone deaf little brother. No matter how many times my family tells that boy that he cannot sing he sings anyway.
I am tired of talent wasters telling me that they wish they could do it like someone else. Those people that you are wishing to be like think highly of themselves. If you want to be a better you, have a great self image. Try enjoying what you are wishing to be better at.
If you tell me I write like shit I have no reason to believe you because I don't know you.
Sunday, February 23, 2014
I Am All About Deception
I with hold information and give information that conflicts the with held information. Then I reveal the with held information. I have no clue why I do this. I guess it is because it is fun to confuse people. In the process of confusing others I confuse myself. Is the fun worth it?
Yes.
I feel like it is the same as a mute mime that can speak 13 different languages.
I feel like I talk about this a lot but never directly.
I really do enjoy it though. One example is acting like I have a personal bubble. Then whispering in their ear so they can feel my breath. It freaks people out.
You see this in scary moves... There is a little girl playing with the mud and giggling. She gets baby sat by a nice teen girl. In the end we find out that the little cutey has stabbed the nice teen four times because she didn't get enough ice cream. I wouldn't watch that movie.
I like to give the appearance that I do not give a damn to my parents. This is were I start to confuse myself. I start to act like I really don't care. And it affects the way I think. I have stopped caring. It come in handy sometimes. But when my grade start slipping I need to care again.
When I was little I would play Hide & Go Seek. When I was the hider the other kids would give up on trying to find me. It wasn't just because I am great at hiding. I was because I would run over to one side of the park yell loud then sprint to the other side of the park to hide. Or maybe the kids just wanted to get rid of me and never started looked in the first place. I still haven't decided which is the correct answer.
I love looking confident but I have terrible stage fright.
Saturday, February 15, 2014
My Dream Kiss
We have held hands, laughed when its just the two of us,
think I am dead. We have little arguments. We go on long drive and
talk out our problems to each other. They call me by my full name
and I have a nick name for them that I only use when it is just us.
They keep telling me that people in relationships kiss....
We are on a walk with tall non judgmental trees around us. It starts to snow. We start talking about things I won't remember in the future. We are walking to a pavilion. They have some how have enclosed their fingers between mine with out me noticing. It must be because I am thinking too much about letting them kiss me. There is a thought that is passing through my head like a stalker van; "Will they really Kiss me tonight? And will I let them?" We walk into the pavilion and we take a seat. We finish the conversation we were having while walking. I tell them I love them for the first time. They tell me that they love me for the second time. I want to snuggle up nice and close to them but that would make it hard for a kiss.
We kiss.
Maybe this is my virgin lips speaking. Perhaps its the person that has never been in a relationship wanting.
Sunday, February 9, 2014
New Things Are Stupid
I would say that this is a bold statement if I was talking about everything. I am not. I am talking about random things. A new journal is stupid. Same with a sketch book, and a box of crayons.