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

One last dance for eternity

I want this to be for you.
This is a simple letter,
It is from when we are both dead.
I hope god lets you read it.
I hope it makes you cry.

"Colby Kimber Barton
  Professor Wallace
  Dance 1050
  August 20th 2076

Dear Neptune,

               I know I said I was done writing about you and I know I said goodbye, but I waited my whole life, so let me write some more. I just want you to know, now that we are dead, I still think you are beautiful, and that night with the old man dancing in the street, he was dancing for us, he looked into my eyes and told me not to fall in love, he told me I would have to dance my whole life alone in the middle of the street if I did, CRAZY I WOULD GO HE SAID MAD MAD, JUST LIKE ME HE HE HE. I let you watch him dance cause I knew it made you happy to see the old man spin and jump, after that we kept walking and I got you honey because I knew it would make you happy, then I kissed you, cause I knew it make you happy, we took pictures of it all cause I knew it would make you happy, I fell in love with you to make you happy. I should of listened to the old man, for I danced under the same street light for 60 years, silent,  no music, just cold and alone. I was crazy, I was in love, and all because you had left me, and all because I wanted to make you happy.

                 My body is gone, I am still under this street light, I am dancing, I am crying, I am in love, I want you to be happy, I will always want you to dance with me. I want you to dance with me, come dance with me, dance with me, I am deranged come dance come dance with me"

Christmas

Christmas is Suicide, don't forget to be kind once it's over.

12:34

The lights of the night were never more beautiful then how she would think.
its pitch black outside but she is brilliant.
I wished that she would come closer so that the dark wouldn't seem so intriguing.
I want it to stay black
we don't need the sun
her thoughts are the fire flies, the sky and the light in her eyes.
but now I have vitamin D all over my body and I'm warm.
Im so warm.
I miss the night sky.
Its not warm anymore.
its too late.
its too cold and its too late.

format credit: Madeline Renee McEwan.

Neptune, you are the coldest blue

The sky matches the color of your skin.
Blue.
An ice blue
Blue a neptune blue.
Blue I kissed you
Blue I miss you
Blue you are so cold
Blue you are frozen now.
Your lips match the matches.

Red.
And blue everytime I kiss your blue body I taste the cherry red on your mouth.

It taste like, like love.
Your nails match my favorite color
Gold.
Blue everytime I grabed your hands all the worlds riches are inside of mine.
It's all gold and I am so rich
Your teeth match the snow outside.
White.
Blue it's so white I can't see.
Let me be you, hold still while I make a snow angel inside of your smile.
You are so perfect.
Every part of you is god.
Blue I love you.
Blue.
Blue + red + gold + white = Love
And blue you are love
You are red and you are perfect
You are gold and you are god.
You are white, and you are dead.

I buried you inside neptune so it could match your skin. Blue. but now that you are 6 ft under on abother planet you may never come back. I hope you do but you are dead. You are blue and you are cold and you are dead.

So long....

Neptune......

her white sheets

in my dream I listened to her walk.
her foot steps sounded like tiny little drums being played by our brothers.
they echoed.
as she got closer we danced like the traffic in the city,
i raised her up like a trophy.
and just like a trophy she caught the rain with her lips.
the little droplets of water poured on us like we were sailors.
our ship about to crash but we could only focus on staying dry.
under an umbrella I held her.
with my finger i wrote all over her body the three words i believed would save her.
i love you.
then she left.
and for the last time i listened to her walk.
her foot steps,
were the tiny little drums, only this time being played by my mothers arms,
much softer now.

Save us

Emily tied razor blades to her wrist.
Jake mocked God Growing up.
Kevin never came home without liquor down his throat.
Bailey prayed for cancer.
Mark always drove fast enough to die.
Sarah loved god and always went to church.
Kyle couldn't stop swearing,
oh god.
together they yelled "OH GOD OUR ETERNAL FATHER PLEASE SAVE US"
and he did,
not all at once,
but very slowly,

he saved them all.

Suicide must die.

Dear High School,

             Please don't forget to say hi
             Please Hug Him.
             Please don't go through life alone.
             Please don't die.

Dear High School,
               
            Don't let anyone die this year. Remember the feelings we all had to save everyone when we lost one. Save everyone. Remember now. Don't let Death happen. I love you. I will always love you. Don't die. Please. Please.

Let Me Love, Please

I kissed her just long enough for us both to die.

we fell into our graves and our ghosts laid separate.

never looking for the other we just laid still.

cause lust was always about your touch.

She never cared for love anyway.

Dear damoiseau

I wrote a love poem and it killed me.

 It went like this,

 She said that I was much to far away.

 She said I already have enough friends.

 She said she didn't want me.

 She said shes out of my league.

 She said enough to absorb a black hole.

She said it all with her eyes.

 She spoke nothing but kindness. 

..........................

She spoke like she was dead.

.........................

Neptune listen to the tune of your heart... please

Neptune, Last night you made the planets aligned just long enough for you to hide from us.

I didn't know if you had died, if you were sleeping, or if you were just lost into space. 

I was so scared.

It's a common occurrence and my eyes wouldn't stop bleeding.

Your legs wouldn't stop bleeding

And your wrists, well your wrists all they knew how to do is bleed.

I take a bandage from my heart and put it around your bones.

Bleeding through we make it through. 

The ocean never felt better.

Waves pulled by the moon running over your skin.

Your cuts turn into nothing but scratch paper.

My eyes run dry and it never felt so good.

She shoots for the sky but i shot farther then that, I shot much farther then that.

Because Neptune you were always worth it.

The Future, The Past, Never A Present.

She drank genocide.
Killing an entire species of love it was different from all the rest.
Her funeral was a water park.
My throat was dry.
My lips have nowhere to go.
And my heart has already left.
She slept forever.
All my fingers broken, entangled.
My hands have nothing to hold.

As she whispers into my ears I put flowers on her grave.
She's 6 feet away and that's the closest I'll ever get.
No lies have ever broken my soul like this. I'm shaking like a waterfall
My foot has never hit the floor so fast that shift in the fifth.
Nature Vs. Nature River Vs. River
We're head on.
I try talking to you one last time but you're still asleep.
Now crashing into the biggest rock we've ever seen.
I sleep.
I'm six feet under now and my funeral is a water park.

McCall

Dear McCall,

To be honest I have been studying your blog since your first post, I can honestly say you are my favorite writer in the class, I read every single one of your post multiple times so I could find something to write down on the “the Bad” column of my paper, I couldn't find a thing, I would start to write something on the bad column but then I’d be like wait I actually really like that about your blog so I would write it on the “the Good” column. Anyways here’s my thoughts but first I will let your own words sum up the whole blog “If you really knew me you would know 99% of my post are about love” this is true but most definitely not bad.

The Good: K I absolutely love how in some of your post especially the earlier ones you would randomly throw in a couple lines that would rhyme, not all the lines, just some, just enough to make you feel something more and different.

Ice Box’s

Lets talk about love, like you said 99% of your posts are about love, and that is so cool. I don’t know you all that well so I don’t know who you are writing about, but I wish I did, the way you write about him makes me think he is god and that you have the strongest testimony he is real. Hahah that was cheesy, anyways I can tell love is what you love so I love reading what you write about, it is so beautiful and you are so good at it. Keep it up, I hope love works out for you.

Your blog is funny, your blog is cute, your blog is deep, your blog made me sad, your blog made me happy, your blog made me hope, your blog made me want to write, I want to write now.

I like brown eyes, but for reals your “tell me your story post is so good” you brought up eyes multiple times in your post and its beautiful and so good and ahh so good.

The Bad:

Favorite posts: (you) (me) (rain) (pain) (moon), the one about you wanting your crayons back, “head Trauma” I loved how this post was written, and how bricks are more then just bricks. “Birds Eye View” this post is unreal and I think it just flows and goes so smooth, this post has 0 comments, and I think that that is beautiful for this post but it also deserved so many, this is one of my favorites of yours and I would love to see you slam it in class I think that would be so cool, maybe you already have idk.”tell me your story” is so so so so good holy shiz its so good. “RIP” “Raps Pt. 2” “Him” “pocket lint” “creativeonmothersday”  I know put like all of your posts on here but they are all so so so good I wanted to swear after reading everyone cause they were so good.

Favorite lines:”how did 3 snack packs turn into “its ok I’m not hungry” “sometimes we fly, mostly we fall” “we have more fun then lost boys” “people always say I’m beautiful but they don’t see the cruelty behind mascara” “please believe me this time” “10:53 and I don’t give a damn about AP Psychology because the chairs in my class room are slowly starting to empty” “I know I always write about love but I’m 18 with the stars in my eyes”

Your blog is a 10, I am jealous of your writing so much and wish I could write more like you. The only advice I can give you is to write more, I want to read more and more from you so please write more, also in some of your posts I could tell you were just writing to write, write about what you love, not about what you think other people will like to read, its your blog and its so good. Thank you for letting me review your blog.

P.S. Perhaps is such a great word, same with "alas" these were great words to a great post with a great ending.

P.P.S. awhile back i posted a tweet with a list of girls i've ever had a crush on and I think your blog would be the first non human to make that list, also i never watched the jonas brothers but I am guessing it would be like having a crush on one of them

Killing Docters, Killing Little things

I have wrote about god enough.
I have wrote about death enough.
I have wrote about suicide.
I have wrote about space enough.
I have wrote about love enough.
I have wrote stuff that doesn't matter enough.
I haven't wrote about me.

I don't talk about myself much so this is going to be really weird, anyways this is for you.

I am Colby. I love nothing in life more then soccer, I used to hate it and my parents made me play, but now I just love to strike lol; I like my hair most the time, I think about cutting it a lot though, I might soon. My life is really confusing right now. My parents hate me. My brother Loves me. I love my brother. I like driving my cars, I like Speeding, I like racing, and I like the idea of crashing. I know I am going to die from cancer or on a long car drive I have known this for awhile, I don't expect to live past 25. I pretend like I will. I sleep very well almost every night. I feel bad for everyone and I just wish everyone could be happy. I can be very mean and controlling. I like doing weird things and I like climbing trees. I've never done drugs or done alcohol. Time scares me. I want to believe i've gone through the hardest parts in my life. I should be memorizing things right now. I get really nervous to talk to a lot of people. I haven't had a best friend since I was 6 years old, then he moved away, since then I have always been second choice. I cried a lot when I was younger. I don't cry almost at all anymore. I don't usually get sad anymore, I only feel bad. My phone broke the other day. I am moving to California for 5 years in a month and i'm not really scared at all. I am 18 now and nothing changed. I am 5'9. I weigh 120, I cant spell. I make the same jokes a lot. I know I've wrote about god a lot but that's just because I think about god a lot. If god exist and if the lds church is true then that is the only thing that matters in life is serving god and striving our best to obey all commandments. I like Ice cream. I sometimes feel like superpowers are real things, and i get very frustrated and get in a mood where i decide I will do anything to get one. I don't like swimming or taking my shirt off. I used to have really bad acne and it was hell, I feel bad for everyone that is self conscious. I think that everything is beautiful I really do, life amazes me. I am not as happy as I used to be. I am not as sad as I used to be. I don't like my life very much right now. I want to live in the suburbs when I am older, I don't like the city. I like baseball, I wish I would of played basketball more, I think twitter is great, I don't understand myself, I am very good and getting people do what I want and telling me what I want them to tell me just with my words, I play with people a lot, I know its horrible and I honestly believe I am one of the worst people I have met haha I can be very nice though, but I know how to destroy people and I have and that's horrible, I am sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry.  I wish I could draw better, I don't remember events almost at all, I couldn't tell you what happened yesterday, or what my favorite goal has ever been, or why things changed, I could tell you that I am Colby Barton and that I don't believe in people, and I honestly don't think more then 3 people will read this whole thing and that's alright, people just don't care, I get in weird moods and i have never wrote about myself and I am sorry, I am Colby Barton. I am Colby Barton. I am Colby Barton. and I am sorry