Some days I believe I'd make a better fit in a casket then encased around you.
Some days miss Jesus.
Some days I think about all of the things that change color.
Some days I've never felt luckier then kissing you.
Some days I cry.
Some days I get to hold hands with the most beautiful girl in the world.
Some days I draw this pictures all over my not so soft body.
You have soft hands. At least when I hold them.
Some days I think about flying kites.
Some days I google dangerous things.
Some days I get so stressed.
I love the trees with fruit. I think it's poetic.
I think if I were better at scrabble I would be better off.
Big changes are coming.
I don't want to be so tired anymore.
Hawaii is soon.
All my poems for the last long time has just been me writing to you. I'm not sure who you is but I am just trying to get these thoughts out of my head. I want to write something poetic but I just end up telling stories of the neurons that surround me. I don't know whats wrong you know. I don't know how to make things better but I miss you. If I was better at art would you love me more? If I played a instrument. Remember memories don't last forever so lets keep making them. Remember the hats and little action figures, and how we'd pee together, and how I cried in the river, and how I got an entire E.L. Fudge thingy to myself, and how I don't remember any Sunday leading up to now. I got a new keyboard. I think I should return it. I dropped my headphones in cereal twice yesterday. I wish I was stronger. I wish I didn't have scars on my face. Remember my poem about the graveyard lol, I actually like that one. I wish I was a middle child. I wish that I still hand the sandstone. Hawaii is going to be dope I hope. I really like being around Rachel, she makes me happy to talk to. 
Me and Tanner are kind of friends again.
I have to drive to Idaho on Halloween and I have so much homework. i might die :(
This keyboard is so freaking loud its actually insane.
I think windwaker is beautiful
I am a pussy.
I think most the people I work with should get fired. Google how to run so fast your skin almost falls off.

Goodnight.

r.i.p.

D is for the death of me.

God Dammit I love this girl.

Recoil

This is just a recoil,
just an update
and just a letter to my friends,
I miss you,
thanks for not giving up on me and thanks for the late nights
I am closer to happy then I have been in 5 years.
My head is shaved.
My motorcycle is back.
I own a canoe
I create art
I do things
I still crash my cars
I love, in a real way.
I try to help everyday and
I feel much lighter now

Friends, I would of died without you.
I want to give back,
I want to recoil
please allow me to be your late night call to save your life 8018306994
I owe it to you.
Thank you.
and goodnight. hehe

oh,

and for Neptune,

well....

Lets just say i'm not gravity's bitch any longer.

No need for more lines about that shade of blue, it was too cold and now its too late

(wink wink at Maddieleene Mcewan who wont read this for like 400ish days).

If you are interested in reading my writings i have been writing on drinkthemoonwithme.blogspot.com feel free to read and comment your blog so i can read your stuff.
Goodbye friends.

this is my last tune, goodnight moon, goodnight Neptune.

This is my last post.
bye guys.
thanks guys.
you're nice guys.
Neptune I am Mars cause of my color aren't I?
My color is red.
My blood is my color.
You cut me up.
It spilled out of me all over my white body.
I am red now.
My goose bumps are a paint roller.
Texture on my walls
You always called me mars
I finally understand.
You were always trying to kill me.
You were always trying to paint me red.
You are Iron deficient
You needed my blood.
I hope it made you happy
I hope it healed you.
I hope this crimson red can turn as white as snow.
Jesus heal me
Jesus show me you are still here
Jesus show me you love me
show me mercy
show me love
show me compassion
Jesus you know what mars feels like don't you,
Being all red.
Being nailed to the sky.
Jesus you love me don't you?
Jesus you love all of us
Jesus you became red so Neptune could stay blue didn't you?
Jesus you love Neptune more then I do.
Jesus I cant save Neptune.
She painted me red yesterday.
So So red.
I want to be the moon again, I want to be white.
Jesus paint me white.
But Jesus please help Neptune first.
She needs to be happy,
She can stay blue if you want her too.
Blue is my favorite color and the color of the sky.
Jesus she loves the sky.
Jesus help me let go.
Her gravity is pulling way to hard on me
I need your help to let go, let me fly through space to a whole new solar system of love
Let me find all the other planets in this sea of space
Jesus is there another planet for me to find?
Will she love me more then Neptune?
Will she let me stay white?
Will I love her smile as much as Neptune's?
Will she have as many laughs as Neptune?
Will they find water on this planet?
Will she water me and help me grow?
Cause its still so hot.
Water me baby.
Jesus, Please let me escape this gravity to this new planet
People tell me she exists but I don't believe them
Will you tell me she exists?
I want this water.
I want your fruit
I want these things for ever.
Jesus please help Neptune.
Jesus Please help me.
Jesus thank you for talking with me so much.
Jesus I cant wait to see you when I go back to space and say "hey Jesus thanks for *Insert planet here* She saved me
She watered me she helped me grow, she made me smile, thank you Jesus, she is perfect, thank you, its good to see you again, Jesus be safe, Jesus don't let them make you sad, they don't know how much you love them, Jesus I have to go now but I will see you soon," "oh wait Jesus last thing, make sure Neptune knows you love her too, she is a good person, you already know that though don't you haha ok haha, hey man ill see you later, CTR and peace out"


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This is a sad ballad, a short one, one from a happy day and from a long story.
ShHHHHhhhH, this is a quite ballad, I don't know who wrote it, I found it on a paper in the forest.
Right next to our first kiss.
Right next to my tears.
Right next to my warm body.
It read
"keep me a secret.
                  She found me laying here 2 years ago, I was cold and hungry and sad. She grabbed my hand and drove me home. she smiled so big, so so big. she healed me, she bathed me, she feed me and she clothed me. Jesus was pleased with her work. she made me fall in love, she took me around the world and I prayed to her, she was my savior, I breathed for her, I held my breath for her. She told me every single day she loved me. She took me to where she found me 2 years ago. put me on a stool, high up in the air, so high, so so high. I thought she was showing me to the world I thought she was going to say "look at this man I created isn't he beautiful?" but she tied me up. the last rope scratching across my neck, I thought she was playing a game, cops and robbers maybe, but in that spot that she found me two years ago, she kicked the stool from under my feet, i fell and I never hit the ground. she turned and walked away, never looking back, for she accomplished all she could accomplish, she turned a sad man sadder, it was said it couldn't be done but she did it. and I am still hanging here. But its a happy day and I am warm, for it is spring and i see a new bird coming."

table top heat

Hot fire.
Hot beats.
Hot girls.
Hot air.
Its so hot here where I live.
I dripped all my sweat.
and all my tears came loose
I am a dying plant,
pour water all over me
I am burning
water me
water me baby