Du Bist Süß
Hey
Is it ok
If I pretend to love you for today?
You
Can do it too
I just want something new.
We don't have to see eachother
To know that we love one another.
And when it's over, that's ok.
I know I'll find real love one day.

Tips I Use to Make Myself Happy

1. Go for a bike really long ride
2. Drink lots of water
3. Use a hot tub
4. Take a shower
5. Go for a run
6. Sleep
7. Create something
8. Go to the playground
9. Sing

More specific:

8. Make a leaf pile and jump in it
9. Make a music video
10. Dress up silly
11. Read a book
12. Get stuff done
13. Make others feel good
14. Force myself to get really sad just to get over it

I MADE AN ENTRY IN URBAN DICTIONARY!!!!!

(link below)

(link to the right)   Definition: Flirt Blind   (link to the left)

(link above)

Sometimes, I Fall in Love With Myself. Today Is One of Those Days.

I can always make myself laugh without saying a word
I'm always there for me
I'm always smiling
I'm always happy to be with me
I find my witty humor astounding
I find my freckles attractive
I find my personality refreshing
I always know what I mean
I always know what to say
I always know what I think is ok
I would never hurt myself on purpose
I would never cheat on me
I would never smoke a cigarette
I like my parents
I like my brother
I like my friends
I agree with my morals
I agree with my opinions
I agree with my values
I let me be myself

11-27-2011



Added 12-18-2012
Quote from Randolph in Other Voices, Other Rooms by Truman Capote:

"I tell you my dear, Narcissus was no egtist... He was merely another of us who, in our unshatterable isolation, recognized, on seeing his reflection, the one beaautiful comrade the only inseparable love... poor Narcissus, possibly the only human who was ever honest on this point."

Boredom is Our Enemy

Top 10 things I do when I'm bored:

1. Learn to write with my less-dominant hand
2. Doodle! People who can't draw always have the best drawings
3. Create figures out of paper
4. Write down every thought that comes to my head
5. Focus on not moving at all
6. Stare at people around the room and calculate the average time it takes for someone to see that I am looking at them
7. Whistle. I can't, so I just annoy all around me by practicing
8. Count stuff and make pie charts
9. Make a tower out of cards (try to get past level two)
10. Clean

Try A Little Harder To Live A Little More

No poem in this one, just a story.

My, how precious life is.

   Once upon a time, there was a girl. She looked and thought lot like me. Her dad organized a lot of things in her town, and had just organized a softball tournament for the local businesses. This girl, lets go ahead and call her Katie, was an employee as a busser at one of the local restaurants. It was her job to clear the tables, sweep, mop, dust, fill drinks, and all those other jobs no one likes doing. Anyway, her restaurant signed up for the softball tournament. Katie's restaurant had to play against the only grocerie store in town, and was short a few players. The game was purely for fun, so some people from the other team offered to play on Katie's team for the duration of the game. One of the players that switched over was Jack.
   Jack and Katie were the best on the team considering they were the only ones who had played softball before. He played shortstop and Katie played second base. The announcer had them running the bases backwards, making the players skip around the bases, and giving extra points for the best dance moves on the field. But even when they were playing defense, between pitches, Jack could always make Kaite laugh. And she was attracted to him as well. It wasn't his physical appearance, but more his humor and the twinkle in his eye. Maybe it was only friendship she saw, but she still remembered him long after the game ended.
    Apparently, he went on to be an exchange student, visited Paris, Denmark, Brussels, came back, joined the army, traveled abroad, then today, he died.

RIP Jack

Thank you for serving our country.

It Doesn't Matter, As Long As You Don't Take Yourself Seriously.

This quote is, I believe, best represented by this video:

AND HERE

are some (more) depressing poems

Embarrassed
German is hard to learn
to understand is what I yearn
but I cant concentrate
so I'm always late
which reddens my cheeks till they burn


Changes Don't Change
I have no motivation
despite my change of nations
I'm still at a loss
my brain's growing moss
all confusion about my creation


Age
I once met a wonderful girl
without a care in the world
she looked just like me
I'm starting to see
how a mirror can change with a twirl


Tree
Deep is the pool that she sees
A shallow reflection of she
The water will rise
The more that she cries
At how rough a world this can be

Maybe I'll just go to sleep

What should I do when I'm feeling blue?

Write sad poetry for an hour or two?

It's always depressing

I feel I'm digressing

Perhaps digesting?

Food always makes me feel good

But I Don't think that it should

I start to get fat

But what's wrong with that?

Thursday I lost my hat. 

Every thought brings me further down

I'm searching for one to bring me 'round

Thinking and thinking

Linking and linking

Sinking and sinking

I'm Actually Quite Delightful Before You Get To Know Me

You've seen her before:
Smile on her face,
Looking off to space.
She can keep a conversation for 33 seconds,
Then retreat so no one knows
What goes on behind her nose.

Her eyes are bright
Even though last night
She could taste their salt
She would whine and fight
Though all was right
And nothing was her fault.

The more that she thought
The more that she fought
The more that she sought
For the reason why
She continued to cry
Though there was no lie.

No wrong being done,
No spoiler of fun,
Yet nowhere to run.

But that's not her there,
The girl in the chair
With that distant stare...

...or is it?

She Wears the Summer to Run From the Winter

As she gazes out the window to the falling snow,

She wonders where her life will go.

So many possibilities to follow,

Which one is right? she has to know.

Layers and layers of whitened dust.

She has to choose one path to trust.

One and only one she must.

If only she could find the lust!

She grabs her tea to cross the room-

Perhaps the view causes her gloom;

This feeling of ever hovering doom;

Encircling her like a poisonous fume.

She looks to the pictures on her wall,

(Thumb-tacked because the tape would fall)

Towel, sunglasses, friends and beach ball.

That time of year is the best of them all.

The river, the lake, the boat and the cake,

All experiences she'd love to re-take.

In the summer sun she would daily bake,

Back when the smile was never fake.

The sweater, the jeans, the tights underneath,

The door, uglified with that hideous wreath,

The ever-consuming of soup with beef,

And TV re-runs of the Christmas thief-

She wants to go back to the time without schools.

More freedom, more fun, and less of the rules.

If only she had the right time machine tools,

Instead of brain-dimming, she'd be swimming in pools.

And then, an idea! a spark! something new!

She rushed to her closet, she knew what to do!

With her tank top, and shorts and thin sandal shoes,

She turned the heat up to one hundred and two.

She layed out a blanket and plopped on her bed.

This new idea went straight to her head.

Pulled out a magazine and read and read.

Then her hunger for summer was rightfully fed.

BONUS

(damn skippy you're excited)

In class, I know just what to do.

If you're bored, you can do it too.

When you don't understand,

Write with your left hand.

Or just ask to go to the loo.

One a Day

I've decided to expand on one of these every day for the following... 18 days
Ready Set Go.

1. She wears the summer to run from the winter
2. I'm actually quite delightful before you get to know me.
3. It doesn't matter, as long as you don't take yourself seriously.
4. Boredom is our enemy.
5. Sometimes, i fall in love with myself. Today is one of those days.
6. Define building character
7. If i'm going to make a fool of myself, I might as well do it comfortably.
8. I want a summer love to keep me warm.
9. Always greedy. Taking from the needy.
10. What do models talk about?
11. I like my funny thoughts more than my philosophical ones.
12. I want to entertain. I'm tired of being entertained.
13. Blog idea- Things I Shouldn't Say Out Loud
14. I've succeeded in becoming an awesome person, but now what do I do with my awesomeness?
15. I'm fine with being a horrible person, I just have to warn people first.
16. I look for someone in a relationship who is almost as in love with me as I am.
17. strong minded and self guarded
18. I sound like a skitz

Picutres!!

Thoughts when drinking a glass of milk:

Quotes from people who don't normally speak English:

Some speakers I drew:

Ulla

Ingrid

someone else doodled all around her

 An Elephant I drew with a German:

Aparently, the rider is questioning his sexuality.

The Helpers at the Thingy

Orange man, Orange man
Likes to help any way he can
Are we lost? we don't mind
His bright orange vest is easy to find

Orange man orange man
I'd like to say I'm his biggest fan
He knows the way to McDonalds and back
He drew a line right on our map

Here Thus Far

I thought it would be different here
but all I see's the same
discussions are identical
just told a coded way
the food has changed, the air, the sun
and so much more to say
but the thing I thought would change the most
has yet to start to sway

America

Sometimes I
wish that I
could sleep all day
just to see you in my dreams
its so cliche
but that's ok
because in my dreams you're there

Sleep all day
sleep all year
then wake up and have you near
just wait for me one year

and when I come home
you know that i will be so happy to see you
I'll run to your arms
and hold you till you tell me to let go
But until then I'll just keep dreamin'

Sometimes it rains
sometimes it shines
but you are always on my mind
from morning till night
when the moon is so bright
your're always there for me
when I close my eyes

Sleep all day
sleep all year
then wake up and have you near
just wait for me one year

my dear

Just wait for me one year

Magic

dancing down the middle of the road at night
spinning under the stars
staring at the waves slowly creeping in
jumping into a puddle or two
a warm breeze flowing through your fingers
dirt beneath your feet
the sound of june bugs
the smell of all the flowers of the world combined
the feeling of grass between your toes
the cold chill of water
a clap of thunder and a flash of white light
warm rain after a hot day
unbinding your hair
summer
what makes these so magical?

I Am the Fault I See In Everyone Else

I am perfect.
I am who I want to be.
I am the creation of my own design.
I am me.

3/25/2011

I apologize for grammar/puncuation/spelling/rhyming


Don't Mind Me
there were letters all along
not sent
but rather
saved in song
praise of one another's care
not sent but kept (too much to share)
filled with many of the same things
stories of sketches and rocks and strings
a mirror of work
in each's collection
not letting on that they shared affection
neither had cheated, but some did assume
it's hard to believe a love thats so true.

yet the connection has passed, the feeling won't change
their hearts still beat with a tinge of a pang
one who is strong, the other is weak
on the outside, the strong is the one who looks meak
it's none of my buisness, but this i suggest:
if quitting wont work, then give it a test.
if the test wont work then just let it be;
move on or move to a common city

Pokemon in REAL LIFE

Oddish

Blastoise

Meowth

3/11/2011

Strange Change

Fascade of smiles crumbles down

What has changed? What has been found?

Nothing’s changed, no nothing’s new

No more strength to push on through.

Nothing’s sad, but why keep laughing?

No more acts so why keep clapping?

The person that you the thought you knew

The one right in front of you

Did something you never thought she’d do

Something’s different, here’s a clue

She’s just changed her point of view

Love Me

I want a boy to tell me

I’m beautiful

I already know I am, although

On some days I’d disagree with that statement

But even on those days

If someone were to try to convince me

I could be persuaded

Especially if that someone

Were cute

And smiled at me

When I least expected it.

Instant Tan

The tan’s not real

It doesn’t feel

The same as sun baked skin.

The glow looks natural

I’d rather have actual

Sun rays seeping in.

A citrusy smell

They copy it well

But it’s not the same as the sand.

Keep your sun in a bottle

Heck I’d rather waddle

With sunburn than get a fake tan.

3/9/2011

YOU CANT DANCE

            But I Can Write

These words keep dancing

Out of my brain

On the inside of my skull

Then filter through my ear

Like

Ants exiting an ant hill

Then march down my arm,

Pausing to tickle my elbow

Then take giant leaps across my wrist

As deer leap in fields

And exert a force on my fingers

That makes me write them down.

They don’t care that they aren’t graceful dancers.

They do it anyway.

Inventory

A painting from a roman vendor

A Darth Vador mask

Red nail polish

Balloon animal instruction book

A stool created in woodshop without instructions

A book of poetry

A box with thread

2010’s senior pictures and open house invitations

an Archie comic book

a red purse

a yellow plastic duck

a beaded journal

2 different yellow nail polishes

a peacock feather

a tea cup from a Canadian

45’s and 78’s

an autographed rock

mini squirt gun

various amateur art

venetian mask

a blue cartoon stuffed mouse

running shoes

fedora

lady’s gloves

record player

bouncy ball

dry erase marker

jacket

2 photography books

valentine’s card

plaid belt

urban dictionary

transformers backpack

pocket knife

Calvin and Hobbes

Tacky sweaters

Pretty dresses

Magnifying glass

Giant pencil

Perfumed pottery from Orvieto

Retainer

Popped bubble wrap

Breakfast at Tiffany’s poster

Playbills

A girl.

The Extras

Pay attention to the supporting characters

Forget about the lead

He gets all the attention

He could ever need

Take a look at the one in the back

Not important at all

Look how well they fit their part

Right there, his name is Paul.

We see Paul as he walks by

Wishing he was the lead

A tear in his eye

But he doesn’t cry

Hardly noticed amidst the stampede

But if he weren’t there

Where else would we stare?

After watching the movie five times?

He added so much

With that tear of a touch

At the value of a dozen for dimes.

Haiku Day!!!

Jealousy

I am quite jealous

Of people who can write

Awesome poetry

Pride

Boyne city ramblers

Are forever red and blue

Like the beating heart

Of course you haven’t

Have you seen my dog?

My dog is better than yours

It’s invisible

Selfish

Have you ever thought

That maybe the world isn’t

All about yourself?

Brain waves

One complete cycle

My brain is frequently washed

And no one touched it

Vocabulary

Is hard for me to expand

It sounds impressive

First impression

I hope you like me

Although I am not so sure

That I like myself

Autophobia

I am so normal

That I am afraid of it

That’s fine, it’s normal

What?

Hey look over there

Where do you want me to look?

Over there that duck

Pass

I have given up

There is no way this is art

My poems must be ‘wrong’

Art is

Taking useless things

And making it beautiful

But it’s still useless

2-22-2011

Inside and Out

On the outside

She is messy, unorganized

Her clothes don’t fit

And they never look right.

She hardly ever wears make-up

Unless she’s feeling especially unattractive.

She likes to play with action figures

Children’s’ toys

She climbs trees

She bites her nails

Her shoes are worn out

Her hair’s too long

With split ends

She walks into screen doors

Forgets what she’s looking for

She picks her nose

And flicks her boogers

She rarely brushes her teeth

Let alone floss

Yet she has a boyfriend

I don’t understand that

But on the inside

She shuns her evil thoughts

Even though they are her own

She feels that reading a book

Is like drinking sweet sun tea

As the smooth words

Trickle down her digestive track

She notices things that others don’t

Wants to be different

Wants to be liked

Wants people to know how special she is

Without being famous

She fears the future

Relishes the present

And hardly remembers the past

She hates the idea of the world

Turning into computer screens

She misses the time when people were nomadic

She never had a hero

Because she always discovered

They were real people

2-21-2011

Havent posted in a while so i thought i'd post a billion (or less). Most of them are ancient. Some new ones though:)

Who Turned the Lights Off?

I’m writing this in the dark

With my eyes closed,

Literally and figuratively

I suppose.

I wish I had never introduced

You to her

You two are perfect.

You’re into her.

So into her that you don’t see

Me.

Because I’m in the dark

Tea

Give me power

Keep me warm

Encourage me

To break the norm

Force my eyes

Open wide

Help me spill

What’s inside

lost

A little

Boy named

Tom lost his

Balloon.

Can

Y

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        H

     E

L

 P

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                 M

              F

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Wind

Walk the dog, Rake the leaves

And I’ll cool you with my breeze.

Pitch the tent, help it grow,

I’ll knock it down with one strong blow.

Climb the tree at break of dawn

Feel it shake with gentle yawn

Lay in grass with calming hush

I’ll bend the blades as bye I rush.

Watch the car go speeding past

Feel me chase it with a blast

The nothing with you all around,

When it moves it makes no sound

But upon when glancing ear

Then is when one can hear

Most gentle whisper ever heard

Upon the wings of flapping bird

The thing that makes the waves crash down

Upon the shore, an easing sound

Such soft power solely found

Within the wind to which I’m bound

flight

I’d love to fly

But how can I?

In a cage

I’ve been here

Twelve years

Learning

In a cage

I see the outside

Through the thin wires,

The latch is open

I don’t dare move

Soon a hand will come and push me out

I’ll wait until then

How can I possibly leave?

I’ve known no other place

They want me to be free

I’m fine here

In my cage

It’s the distance that broke them

I could slice with skates or toss a dart

But they could never pierce your heart

Its frozen cold

Or so I’m told

By my friend you tore apart

(insert date)

I Hate the Dentist

I want a waffle so bad

With ice cream on top

I have a dentist appointment

And so I cannot

Haikus about Nuns

A Bad Habit

I like my habit

I like my samurai sword

I like my nun-chucks

Holy Water

Have you ever seen

A nun swimming in a lake?

No. nuns swim in pools

English Nuns

Writing nun haikus

Is harder than I had thought.

I will quit right now.

Spot the Difference-Art

There are 7 differences. Find them all!

Messing around in photoshop again!
Click on the picture to enlarge.

Ps the original painting is on the right and I got it from here http://smarthistory.org/giotto_epiphany.html

How the Grinch Stole Christmas

How Swine Flu Stole Halloween

I made this back in 2009 when there was that rumor of Halloween being canceled due to the Swine Flu.

Just a couple poems

THE ZUNIFER TREE

The zunifer leaves hung dead in the trees

As the valors ka-lopped and klipped bye

The old man rode in his karflup so old

And winked with his left and right eye

“You zunuffles,” he said “don’t need to hang dead.

Stiff up! Get some spiffy zan-zoe!”

The zunifer hung dead above the man’s head

And the valors knew not where to go

“Come on gorgeous tree, just show us some glee!”

Said the man, now hollow and blue.

“It won’t be that bad, just don’t look so sad!”

As his whurrimor wrinkles grew.

“Come along now valors, out into that forest

Where the happier zunif trees grow”

They kalumphered away toward the trees that were gay

The sad zunif was left all alone.

i can read your book like a face

I can read your book like a face;

It’s only as deep as your skin.

You have more wrinkles than pages,

So when do you plan to begin?

I can read your book like a face.

I can hold it inside my eye.

You look more like Barbie than Mother Therese,

And Barbie was never alive.

I can read your book like a face.

My fingertips feel you are weak.

There’s hardly a word that is strong;

Your lips only utter a squeak.

So tell me; why should I read

An inconsequential book about you?

Go out and do something meaningful!

Write a story more marvelous to view.

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles!

I used my spectacular Photoshop skills again.

More Poems!

Life of me

I swing silently on my porch swing

The air is a moist warm calm

If only I could make a guitar twing

And sing with the wisdom of a psalm

Then fingers could sing the song on my mind

To the rhythm of the swing’s sweet rock

I’d sing anything to help me unwind

The sun could be my clock

However, the strings are out of tune

And the sun doesn’t set till ten

So instead I’ll get up and go to my room

And attempt to clean it again.

Love Fogs the Mind

Love fogs the mind

As a dirty river displays its silt in the delta

The thin layers slowly rest on the earth

Seeping into the grooves and crannies

Until it is coated

Like a strawberry dipped in chocolate

Deliciously irresistible

Yet too much would take away the flavor

Life Choices

For a job what do you do?

            I play the monkey at the local zoo.

What college do you plan to attend?

            College? Oh. You mean ‘where are my friends?’

What profession do you plan to pursue?

            The oldest profession of course. And you?

dOt

I am the speck upon your wall

Am I a bug? No not at all

A tiny black against the white

I do not move, but though I might

Have crawled around in a past life

Of a bug before the might

Of the thumb that came that night

It squashed me after I’d crawled ‘round

On the wall and on the ground

To finally stop here where I’m found

By larger eye so huge and round

A ball with black against the white

In the small and dimming light

It moves and speculates its sight

Of the speck upon the wall

‘It is a bug, after all.’

College Applications

You’ve been here before

You’ve made it through

I need you to guide me

To tell me what to do

There isn’t a sense of determination in your eyes

All they show is worry free

And that’s hard to disguise

This stuff is important

I’m trying to understand

All this pressure and this stress

Is more than I can stand.

‘What will you be when you grow up?’

How can anyone know?
Are you meant for greatness,

or just an average Joe?

Chance Encounter

When someone stops to look at you

And you start looking back

You crack a smile, they do too,

What comes after that?

One would thing a nice 'Hello'

Would break the awkward calm

You start to speak and then oh no

Your phone shakes in your palm

Answer it or speak the word?

Darn the gazing’s stopped.

Soon a shy 'Hello' is heard

The magic feeling flopped

You walk away from said stranger

In the strangest mood

Your heart has lifted and yet graver

Having been removed

From the situation mentioned

A few lines before

Entering your mind, the question

Could there have been more?



When You’re Sad

Like a parasite

I cling to your emotions

I feed off your negative energy

Then regurgitate it as happy solutions

When you’re happy

I can’t stand it

I can’t be with you

It’s a good thing this rarely happens

When you’re sad

I can help you

I make you feel better

But only so I can feel better about myself

Do you need a hug?

Give me a call

Something exciting?

Talk to a wall

It should care more than I ever could

I love you

But only when you’re sad

Failed Poetry

Is this poetry?

I’m confused

Whether this is poetry

Or not

I think I just like the

Awkward

Pauses

When it’s read

If not then it still gets my point across