My Guilty Pleasures

List of my Guilty Pleasures

-Lana Del Rey, yeah all of her music is sexual but I still like her.

-The smell of Gasoline

-Justin Beiber. He's a total dutchbag but let's face it he's a freaken babe

- man buns. As long as a man has long enough hair to put it in a bun then I can date em' 

-cheesy 80's movies

-cussing

-sleeping in

- being lazy all day long

- Miley Cyrus

- PROCRASTINATION (exactly what I'm doing right now)

Natural disaster delight

Here's a poem that was written for me.

Eyes

A shade like tides

Skin

A welcome of Rays

Freckles come throughout the days

Out of rage

Extreme love

Extreme change

Black

        And 

               White

A fire fighters fight

Your love burns bright

Your heart turns light

      Sunami

      Tornado

                   Natural disaster delight

Perfect storms lie in the tide of your eye.

The Bricks that hurt the most.

My bricks are the days where I hurt most but I fake that I am okay.

My bricks are the days when all I want to do is curl up and cry.

My bricks are when I reach to the heavens for help but receive no answer.

My bricks are the fake friends that stab me in the back but I always go back to them cause who else would I go to.

My bricks are the days where I figure out my family is even more messed up then they seem to be.

My bricks are the lies told to my friends to receive their acceptance.

I am my own brick.

I try to look hard on the outside to hide what is really on the inside. 

I am a brick.

I am a friend that is dependable, sturdy and solid.

I am a brick.

I am the cornerstone brick of my family that holds us together when wind comes our way.

I am a brick.

As durable as I am there is still a possibility that I will break down.

I am a brick.

I'm awkward. I can't move, but I make for a great paper weight.

I am a BRICK.

                  

                      Underneath the hard shell that I portray 

                    I am a strong person who can take 

               anything that comes my way.

Rainy days

It rained today.☁️It made me think of you.  

How we are no longer together all of the time. How we no longer go on hikes and bask in the beauty of nature. How we no longer go to concerts that make my ears hurt from the speakers. How we no longer take midnight Del Taco runs. How we no longer go crazy at parties and dance till our feet hurt. How we no longer laugh till our stomaches hurt.

All I'm saying is I miss you and the life I had with you when you were by my side.

So it rained today and it made me think of you, like it always does.

Ghost to Me

Your a CANNON that hit me hard, 

I couldn't breathe.

Your a ROCK skipped on water.

Your a prick of a CACTUS,

That wasn't anticipated.

Your a CLOCK with no numbers.

Your my favorite SONG,

That eventually had to end.

Your a DAYDREAM while in class.

Your a WALK in the dark on a summer night.

Your the only MEDICINE I needed when I got sick.

I met you in a blood bank,

You made my heart skip a beat.

Every day was a memory,

And now your just a GHOST TO ME.

I am human.

I AM HUMAN.

Sometimes i am very antisocial. i just don't want to talk. its not that i hate everyone its just i hate high school and would rather sit there with my mouth closed then to talk, it takes too much effort.

i am human.

i cry myself to sleep when i am missing the people in my life that are no longer there anymore. its not that i'm sad, its just i miss the times when i was happier and i smiled more.

i am human.

i have my bad days like all others, but i am able to make it through it and hope for the better days.

i am human.

i can do hard things, like the fact i had to wake up at 6:30 on a Saturday to take the ACT. Waking up is hard.

i am human.

i make mistakes and i am able to learn from them.

I AM HUMAN.

Son Lux - Easy

This is for you.

To the homeless people who stand on the street corner, to the retired couple, to the girl who thinks she's too fat.

This is for you. 

To the Del Taco worker, to the stay at home mom, to the door to door salesmen.

This is for you.

To the lunch lady, to the loners who sits by themselves at lunch, to the new students.

This is for you.

To the English teachers, to the babysitters, to the angry parents when  you get home late.

This is for you.

To the cancer driven patients, to the adventure takers, to the AA members. 

This is for you.

For the jock football players, to the smoking hipsters, to the good students. 

THIS IS FOR YOU. 

I wish I was a kid again

I wish I was a kid again. To get soaked in the sprinklers on a summer day. To make mud pies when it's raining. To sleep in a fort you had made. Life is simple as a kid. Wake up. Eat. Play. Sleep. That's the life. To play dress up. To go bug hunting. To get lost. 

But childhood isn't just abunch of laughs and giggles as it is said to be. The bullying, and the sharing candy was the biggest trial our little minds could think of. Life was easier as a kid. Childhood was a different world. I wish I could be a kid again.