Simple Eye

The earth is full of pain and relief, rough edges and smooth lines, deserts and oceans and all possible creation you could think of. With all this beautiful and outstanding creation before us, how can we not be content with what we have? We've seemingly gotten lost and stuck in a mindset of a want, need, get society. We try our best (some do) to limit ourselves by pretending we're content with what we have, but in reality this is just a facade. There will always be that lingering thought in the back of our minds about a new car, or just one more pair of shoes and then we always want whatever new electronic toy is out there. Theres so many factors making us "want" and its the media and manufacturers pushing and pushing to make you pay for their product or its your own buddies showing off their new BMW's and 54'' LCD T.V.'s. It's almost like life took a dump and out popped thousands of gizmos and gadgets for you to buy. Its ridiculous to be honest. So I'm going to paint two pictures and I think it's fairly obvious which is better.

If Only..

I sat in an worn wooden rocking chair. Slowly I began strumming the guitar. Chord after melodious chord I was making beautiful music. Then like an angel descending from heaven my lips crested to form words. My voice was said to "lullaby babies and sooth the wounded." Suddenly I was jostled awake and my vision started to come into view. I was not in a beautiful room playing melodies, but lying in my bed dreaming. I've begun to loathe these dreams because all they do is mock me. Ever since I was three I haven't been able to hear. Being deaf I never got the opportunity to play and instrument or have a voice. Its almost worse growing up being able to hear then suddenly being shut off from the world. 


Personally I believe thats how deaf people must feel. I can't imagine never hearing music or sounds.Just a thought to not mock someone when their talking with their hands. They live a life just as you do.


Good night everyone!

Too Young For This

To hear the words "I hope we can always be friends, but thats all we'll ever be...I'm so sorry" or "I've been thinking about it and I don't see anything happening between us in the future..I'm sorry". Its just a few words jumbled together to make a sentence. Given this is still a sentence that goes straight through the ribs and veins and pierces the deepest depths of your heart. I wish I could just forget them. Just move on and not worry about it because I'm young, feelings constantly changing, hormones will stop raging like a wild bull staring at a red cape and people mature to who they will be as adults. But I read into more than just the words. I read into the hearts and try to find out if it hurt them to say what they did or was it just another goodbye. I let the words linger and hide in my mind and moments, more often then I'd hope for, my heart sinks, my world turns into just a little bit darker shade of grey, and sometimes even tears break out. Not a wild sob but often just a single a tear or a watery eyed frown. Its natural human reaction to feel this way I say to myself, if it's true I don't know. I wish people would just stop saying sorry sometimes....

G'nite Readers.

Decisions

Just a little Something I wrote a long long time ago, in a galaxy far far away...

Decisions

I was only three years old when my house was burnt down. I was out sleeping over my grandparents so my parents could have a peaceful night alone. At least this is what I was told. My parents weren’t able to escape the blazing house in time. That was the night they passed away. No one could figure out what had led to the house being burnt down. The firefighters said it may have started from a lit candle, but I have my doubts. My name is Alex Green and this is my story.

If My Life Was An Action Movie.

The alarm goes off. The clock says 6:30. I have 15 more minutes to lay in bed and maybe even get some more sleep.Beep, Beep, Bee..I hit the alarm to end the snooze. I know I have 5 more minutes before I have to get up, be dressed, and waiting monotonously for the bus to come. I throw my lunch in a bag and walk, the same 200 foot path to the bus stop I do everyday. Something was different about today though and I felt it, the way the air flowed, the ground was shaky, something was brewing, something big.

Ideas and Creations: A Look Into My Mind

It was not but a few nights past that an idea came into my brain. An idea so radical, so purely exhilarating that I believe it must come to fruition (woohoo used my word of the week again) Let me bring you up to speed on the scenario where such an idea came from. I was sorting through more socks than any one family should own when I ended up throwing away many for being too small, holes in them, dirty and gross.

I thought to myself why not create the "PERFECT' sock. Slowly things were added to this sock, but this is my list as of now. A greater thickness, in the whole sock in general, also in the heel and slightly more in the toes where it always seems to rip/tear. They would be well ventilated as to decrease the amount of sweat accumulated and product testing  indicates the possibility of scented socks, yes I did just say scented socks. They would have my brand name logo (Listed) to be placed where I so desire. This sock is racist tho and available in all colors except yellow and white, so as to limit the dirtiness it can sustain. Also, a 2 year guarantee of any rips/tears from normal wear an tear (this means walking, not for use in a submarine although a wet sock is in development and not for use as a shoe. Basically wear shoes when you go outside you fool)

Have a good life, suckerrss