Little fish. Big pond. And all one wants to do is touch the boat. The only thing we have no clue about. Human nature at its finest. And then the adventure begins. Embrace the crazy. Love the unknown. And learn. For it was all worth nothing if you didn't learn. And when you only have sparring memories that come and go, waiting for the pearly gates, you'll realize one of two things. You made the only morbid thing we are given in this world the only thing worth living. And you screwed it all up. But who cares anyway, no one gets out alive.....

You must not know ‘Bout to the ear on my back You hoe Get on track You’re whack Ask Jack Inny minny miney moe Heifer, can you get more low It’s gon’ be alright But never okay Your wrong don’t make right You won’t get your way Don’t take my pay ‘Cause I hustle every day

That unwanted touch never felt so good. For the pain of the game is only for the love of playing. And just as Romeo pursed his lips to drink to his inevitable death, something clicks in every tenth graders head. This isn't true love. This is passionate lust from the minds of hormonal, trust fund kids that is only for mere attention. But what is the point?? Shakespeare, why thou writeth this tragedy?? To remind civilization that we only want what we can't have, or better yet, what we are told is bad for us. Cause where is the fun in living, if we are gonna die anyway??

I’m real Can’t you feel My love Floating like a dove You’re fake No role model or make I’m here to be honest Not another pest So go I said “no” To your kind Be left behind Fall from a tree While I be me

Why do I feel pg13 in a rated R world?? Who made this self-deprecating, loner laying in his bed on a Saturday night?? For the answers are lost just as my mind races to the start. And the slight, smug smile that comes to my lips is not from you. It's from me. Of how I felt, which, by definition, has nothing to do with you. And as the battery on my netflixing iPad dies, I'm painfully reminded of one thing: if I don't experience the world, I'll only write what I read. And who needs another mind numbing saga, when you can have glitter??

In a generation of medicated existence, one forgets to have your own opinion. By granting an exit to 90% of the population who idiotically believe that mind altering drugs will save your life, Prozac has replaced Jesus Henry Christ. Somewhere between World War II and the fight for Equal Rights, the world has lost the ability to mind it's own business. When the allocation of worries became somewhere in between Santa Claus and your neighbor, everyone forgot to be a little selfish in it's endeavors to better things. If we just took the time to realize that minding your own business is the lost commandment that should have equaled eleven. For Prozac fuels indifference to the point of self righteous pursuits of "the greater good." The world could be a slightly better place if we capitalistically sold people their own thought process in a bottle rather than indulging them into the unrealistic notion that it takes two to tango and threes a crowd. And the only place we will e...

When the darkness comes to light Creatures of gossip take flight In a community so small Some decide to share it all Between the sheets Then in the streets Respect is expensive Yet words come Cheap With knives flying and backs turned I think I feel my ears start to burn Once a whisper becomes a roar I’ll start heading towards the door With the chatter that goes on Hatred is spawned This rainbow we paint is not black and white but made of many colors that burn bright Elders fought a war they have brought us far Many battles won This war is not done We fight for equality But what we need is humility The ability to take the blows that are given and show that we are not afraid to fight for what is right in our world and show unity on all fronts For when we deceive and chastise each other We show that we are exactly what they think we are Playing to the stereo types We should be trying to take flight To soar above And go with love Take up your swords of whit your...