Building Your Heavy Ego

There you are,

Sitting on your tower,

Continually laying bricks,

Content with your skewed self-image.

The rest of us are here,

On the ground,

Just as content. 

We are content with our lives,

our plans,

our "what ifs?"

You build your wall up

So you can feel above everyone else

What you don't realize is that,

Something so literal does not translate to be so figuritive.

While you are building your wall,

you sink into a fog of uncertainty.

Which is what you were trying to avoid in the first place.

The worst part is that,

you don't even realize it's happening.

While focusing on something so concrete,

All hope is lost of your original goal:

To be sought,

To be cherished,

To be loved.

To be loved,

To be cherished,

To be sought,

Break down your wall.

You can even ask us to help.

We will.

And you will be relieved.

You will be relieved of your heavy burden.

Not For the Faint of Heart

This video is not for the faint of heart.

Sweetest Kill- Broken Social Scene

Video of the Week

Hey guys.

I have an idea.

I'm starting to put my favorite music videos down below on my blog.

I just want to share with you all what I like.

Tell me what you guys think.

Here's the video for this week:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NBrxZdGcRFE

Baby, You are my Muse

With the touch of the hand

And a brush of the cheek

You always make me tremble and sigh

I wonder where we'll be five years from now

Out of state

In college 

Only time will tell

We don't have a lot in common

I'm aware, 

I've been told

But your sheepish, in-touch... tender

What more could I want?

You make me lose my mind

But you turn around and help me find it

Then despite the day you've had

You only want to talk about mine

There's never any silence

Awkward silence anyways...

Only good times

And moments to cherish

You are what I always want to hear

What I always want to see 

Baby, you are my muse

Dear Anyone

Dear Anyone,

I am a human

I say something one minute

Then contradict myself the next.

I swear,

I steal, 

I put myself before others,

I judge.

But what's worst of all is that I do these things and condemn everyone else for them also.

I say I hate people that I've never met

I play with people's emotions to get what I want

I cheat

 

What makes me human is that I, at some point or another, regret these things.

I try to change, I try to help, I try to love. 

I do.

That's what makes me human.

That's what makes me inherently good.

Sincerely, Nobody

P.S. Save the humans.

The Only Ones Who Know

You are afraid
You don't know what's going to happen
We don't either
It's all okay

We're the only ones who know.

You can cry
You can ask questions
You can be angry
You can scream into your pillow and ask "Why me?"
It's alright

We're the only ones who know.

You can let your hopes soar
You can let them descend into a deep abyss that no one in their right minds would attempt to go down to.
You can let your true emotions show because after all...

We're the only ones who know.

We're the only ones you confide in
We're the only ones you trust
We're the only ones who can dedicate all of our emotional capacity to you.
We're the only ones you can open up to
That is why...

We're the only ones who know. 

I still have my crayons and you should too.

I remember when I was the cool kid because I had the oh-so covetable 64 pack of crayons with the sharpener apart of the box. That's right, it was apart of the box. No more sifting through your pencil box to find your boring hand-held sharpener.

Now I find myself feeling like I have no friends because I didn't get asked to go to that one guys party on Saturday night.

But that's not even the case.

The truth is that there are still people that dig you for your personality and your crayons.
They know that just because they've moved on to colored pencils doesn't mean you can't color with wax.
There are still people who want to hang out with you at recess and trade pokemon cards with you after school.
The best part is that these people don't even care if you bring a lunchbox or roller backpack to school.
In fact, they think it's cool.
These people don't make fun of you because of that weird question you asked in class, they just appreciate your courage to even ask a question in the first place.

My crayons may not be the same colors as they were when I strolled into my first day of kindergarden but that doesn't mean that they can't still create a work of art.

Cringingly Nostalgic

I am not even a month into my senior year and I am afraid that I won't live it to the fullest. I am also afraid that when my kids ask me to tell them stories of high school that I wont have any tell-all tales for them.

It seems these days that if you don't get asked to the dance then youre a nobody, and if you don't get asked to the dance then you don't have a picture to put on instagram about how your date was "unreal" or how you two "killed it."

These are the times that I have to time and time again remind myself that every second of the day all of us are making memories.

Whether these moments are bitter as that coffee you feel you have to pretend to like to save your reputation or are as sweet as that king-sized candy bar that wealthy family gives out to everyone on Halloween, you have to make the most out of every situation.

Yeah, Homecoming would have been nice and I wish I could've seen you there too, but I had just as much fun simply watching a movie with my cousins. Also please stop pretending that you knew I didn't go before I told you.

I guess what I'm saying is whatever it takes, make these days the days that you'll look back at and call "the good old days."