GOOD TIMES

THE GODS NEED ME TO ENTERTAIN THEM

 

 

THEY MUST BE TERRIBLY BORED WITH ALL THE OTHERS

 

 

THE VOICE

once in a while i laugh, once in a while i seem to forget what the word forget means. I always see life as if it 

were a little leaf floating above a skyscraper, why me, why am i the only one. Never again do I want to feel 

that way. Sometimes I forget about my VOICE, I hold on to the many little things that hold and bind me closer to

 nothing. I once thought to myself what is it I am missing and I wondered, I ask my father in heaven pleading 

and fighting myself what must I do, the only thing not working for me was me and my VOICE the most powerful 

god given tool. I find people coming together and falling apart with the hard work of there VOICE. what would 

we be without the VOICE, I never think about the loss of life you would feel. never again, I sat on the floor of 

my bedroom and crumbled my VOICE had done some damage and the wounds you create with the VOICE will 

find themselves digging and cutting so much deeper then a broken bone or the flu. You have to able to tell 

yourself before you tell someone else. "what am I thinking", its kind of weird that people will hurt the ones 

they love most, why, as humans we naturally want to be kind to each other, then why do we hurt. are VOICE

controls the fate of our feelings, stop the devil from talking through you, you don't mean a lot of the things you say.

so next time you see a loved one you may of hurt before use your VOICE to heal a never ending wound that won't 

heal without your love.

the VOICE

Once in a while i laugh, once in a while i seem to forget the meaning of the word forget. i always take life for 

granite and sometimes i get lost in the pressure's of the world that force me to walk a long path of destruction 

that I do not desire. i am my own VOICE i can decide the fate of my feelings i have not felt yet, yet i see the 

love of all the wonderful voices around me working together like they had no tomorrow. why cant i do that, 

me, my voice the most powerful god given tool, the thing that makes and breaks the love and ties we share 

with other voices i know my voice and i see the worst and the best it can produce like a factory with no end, 

like and untied shoe. where is my voice, sometimes i don't know. What do i have to do to be the voice i want 

 to be, mabey run a mile and scream saying why, why my voice why this place why this time, my voice cant 

handle this much i have come to agree with my voice i love that i have of voice. THANK YOU

hiking

me and my friends love to get out and hike as much as we can always trying to find new and exciting places to climb sometimes we go to spots that can be a little dangerous but its always a rush to get to a peak or spot and feel a sense of accomplishment its also good exercise. i hope i can hike for the rest of my life.

Love of the Hunt

Growing up i was always apart of the journey to grandpas cabin for the annual hunt i don't remember much from my younger days but i remember the feelings of being with loved ones out in the woods enjoying the cool crisp mornings and the deep sunsets in the evening. some people think hunting is wrong but its not just going out and killing animals its much more then that its all about the memories you create with your friends and family, and when you actually kill the animal that's apart of American history. we also don't waste the meat me and my family eat it. when you hunt you always must treat the animal with respect. when i was twelve i shot my first deer and i remember the shot like it was yesterday since then i have been lucky enough to have many more successful hunts not all mine it is awesome to see your friends and family be successful and see the excitement and adrenaline that you have felt. people that are against it usually have never been apart of it. it is one of the most amazing and fun things i get to do every year.

blue sky

today i asked the sky how it was feeling it replied strong and swift as if it hadn't been talked to for years. the sky said to me its lonely. "I do nothing i sit and watch the life on earth go round and round all day and i just sit. i see the good and the bad and the bad i cant help fix i just sit. know one really cares about me. mabey i should leave but i cant i just sit. people dont like it when im sad they complain about my tears that flow from my inner soul but still i just sit. sometimes im happy and when im happy life is happy sometimes but know one thanks me i just sit. the only thing that makes me feel wanted is my best friend the sun he lights my day and keeps me strong even though i just sit i have an impact on life so great people forget about it. sometimes i forget it would be nice for more people like you to say hello. Thank you.

dogs

i love my dog so much she runs and plays and chews and sleeps and chew everything in my house and pees on the floor and eats all my chocolate when im not looking and starts a secret dog fighting ring in my back yard and slobers on my homework and bites little people and breaks into my fridge and eats all my food and growls at nice old ladies in the park and chews on the drapes over my windows and thinks that my family room is a swimming pool and thinks my backyard is a gold mine she has to dig up everything. but for the most part i still love my dog.

WALKING TO NOWHERE

As i breathe deep in and out i feel ice running down my throat, step by step i slowly run into a dark hole, what is this hole i dont know the only thing on my mind is the last thing that is on my mind, i walk never taking a step, i walk falling because my knees are shaking so bad, i walk towards a pillar of dust so far away no matter how fast i run i cant catch it, i walk slowly drifting into a deep sleep and in my dreams i walk but in this dream i dont wake up only the soul inside me pulls me threw and i still, WALK.