Do you ever get nostalgia from a song you’ve never heard?
Or feel you lived a past time?
I feel this every Sunday
Every Sunday I listen to 20’s through 40’s music
I know I’m a boomer
But there is something magical about it
It’s a feeling like no other
To live in a past through music
My toe is bending and breaking on a brick
My head is banging my steering wheel for something I never did
I’m blaming my self for inaction, yet I don’t even know what action I should have taken
Bricks are put in my hands every time there is opportunity and I have to put them somewhere before I speak with opportunity
But when I look back Opportunity has left
My tongue is twisted at Opportunity
My brain thinks of Opportunity all day
I never chase it…
Opportunity looks me in the eyes and I look away
Opportunity is now
and
the precise moment that I ruin my life is right now!
The only time I will live is right now!
Opportunity is tapping me on the shoulder and I think I might turn around this time.
Objects in mirror are closer then they appear
yet when I look forward all I see is the past catching up to me
Caution wet floor
but the floor is not wet, but flooded and I’m drowning
Road work ahead
but it doesn’t because I live in Utah and every turn reroutes my gps.
Free wifi inside
but I can’t seem to make a connection
Sugar free
but the label on the back says 6g sugar
STOP
but what is the sign asking us to stop doing?
NO ONE ASKS we all just slow down and take 5 minutes to let the person to our right go forward thinking we are being nice, but then we end up going instead because they are trying to be nice.
Just do it.
but this marketing campaign is to mixed with Shia LaBeoufs message.
ps read the title of this backwards and from bottom to if you didn’t get it at first
Love in words, well you can’t really show love in words, can you?
No one really can explain a kiss, or holding hands. Or maybe just hug after a date.
Maybe not even that kind of love, but maybe the love from a grandparent.
How do you say in words how you feel about a smiths gift card on valentines day that you got from your grandma?
Well if love can’t be put in words it must be in actions.
But I’m afraid hugging my computer is not going to write a post about love.
So perhaps I will have to put love in words.
Your not going to get a list of how love makes me feel or what it is, but rather ideas to get people to feel the love we try so desperately to explain.
So maybe right now go do the dishes for your mom.(my mom gives me this idea all to often)
Or text that friend you met a while ago and haven’t talked to since.
Get flowers for a loved one.
Visit someone who is not with us anymore, you may not get a reaction (I sure hope you don’t) but it will make you feel a certain kind of love I could only explain with one word, and that word is giving.
The kind that when done full heartedly makes you feel more loved then the person receiving.
The kind that requires the most work, but makes you feel the most love.
I’m
I’m a running gun
But I’m also the waiter giving you your food
I’m following you in your tracks
I’m after you
I’m looking at you in the eyes right now
I see your soul,
I’m creeping you out.
It’s ok you don’t need to worry,
I’m just words on a screen.
I’m just someone trying to write.
Hat on or off we are all, cowboys.
Cowboys looking for our next bank to rob or next train to stop, because that physics test is moving like a locomotive,
and my NCs are throwing their lassos with the sheriff and his deputies.
But I’ve fallen off the saddle and my ride is off to the sun without me.
Don’t leave me!
My dreams are hidden behind a college degree,
but the bounty on my head is higher then my student loan could ever be.
The bets I placed in the saloon have a higher chance of going up then my grades ever will.
But I will never give up on what I want most, I will draw faster then any shooter the wild west ever seen
I will make the leap to that train
I will go all in even if I all have is pair of 2’s
I want to make my mark, and be rembered.
And if my dreams are at the end of the valley you can be sure I have a posse and my trusty paint ready for the journey.
So yea I’ve got writers block so maybe to fix it I’m going to put everything that I’m thinking about right now.
Pizzaa Pizza Pizzzza
AHHH my brother was supposed to get it 10 minutes ago, its probably cold.
these drums are dope on this band,
she’s a women in a dream, one that makes you fall in love,
I’ve retyped this stupid sentence like 6 times and I’m getting dizzy
SHE’S A WOMEN IN A DREAM
ONE THAT MAKES YOU FALL IN LOVE
i just went back and fixed the lyrics to a song I barley know
sHe’s a WOMEN in a DREAM
ONe thaT Makes you Fall in LOve!
well this got weir…… She’s A women in a dream,
it’s screaming peace in my ear
one that makes you fall in loooovvvee.
It’s music to my emotions.
She’s a women in a dream.
here’s the song
Untitled document
Name
Date
Period
Who actually cares?
We all write these things, fill in the blanks
Present in front of the class, but when it all comes down to it we are all just a bunch of dumb animals on a planet that we named, trying to make sense of it all.
Some of us are philosifying, some believe in a creator, some a big bang that magically made me feel things and be a organism.
But I mean what kind of big explosion could possibly make me mad when I drop my peanut butter sandwich face down on the floor.
It doesn’t make sense when you think about it for more then 3 seconds.
So what is the point of this, or anything?
No one really knows but thats what makes it fun.
Because if we all knew everything from the beginnig and the end there would be no point to do anything cuz we already know what’s gonna happen.
So maybe we are all clueless for a reason….
Reason is, I don’t know ask the explosion that came up with it all.
When I first started following blogs and reading their intros I came across one that really stood out to me. It said…..
It seems we can’t find what you’re looking for. Perhaps searching can help.
I read this, and thought “Well that’s an odd intro.” Then I realized that it was a robots response to me clicking on a website that wasn’t fully set up yet. I felt like an idiot
But I realized something, you cannot find what you are not looking for. So find something to look for, or you’ll never find anything. Perhaps searching can help.
Intros, Intros, Introozahhs, Interest. What should you know about me?
I’m weird, or so I’ve been told.
I’m older then I look, or so I’ve been told.
I’m funny, or so I’ve been told by my mom…
I’m crazy, or so I’ve been told.
This is my first post, or so I’ve been told.
Enigma 