Building Blocks

Breathing and waiting
Waiting for what is soon to be
The impending decision of what will come
Like a hand flipping a switch
Soon could life be flooded in light
Or you could let the heavy-handed giant come
With a sweep of its paw, it could undermine one’s life work
Life was like building blocks standing precariously high
That a child had carefully constructed
You never know if they will stay piled up so tall
If the base didn’t have many strong blocks holding it up
Then there might be trouble if a breeze came to sway it
In life if, you don’t build up a strong circle of supportive people
Underneath helping hold you up helping you help yourself
Then when adversity comes you might not have the strength to overcome
So you crumple and have to once more begin again
You learn from mistakes if are wise and take care not to repeat them
The building blocks called HOPE, LOVE, and TRUST are so fundamental
You cannot flourish if they are not close to give you insight
At the end of you work, don’t look back with regret
Wishing on a star for things to have been different
To do things one hasn't done out of fear
The want to have stopped and smelled roses you scurried past
All for the want of time
If you giggled and allowed the ocean's surf to tickle your toes
If you had bravely picked dandelions and blown them away with one breath
If you had spent more time pursuing lost forgotten dreams
If you only had allowed courage into your heart
Without fear of things changing
If you just changed with life instead of resisting
You have only one, uno chances
Why not take a few risks
If you shoot higher and higher
Reaching steadfast towards goals
You would find out an important thing
You have everything to gain and nothing to lose

Education and me

I can easily sum up what I learned in 12 years of school. It’s called Jack and shit, and Jack’s left town. I endure years of being stuffed in lockers; a used tampon or two chucked at me, got the crapped kicked out of me, and affectionately was called the retard. All those years of emotional trauma and physical abuse have left me scarred for life. I am a high school graduate, yet I can’t even add to save my life. Hell, I can’t even tie my friggin’ shoes, for god’s sake. So, believe you me, when someone lectures me about the importance of higher education I stare at them like they’re from another planet. A planet, where perhaps, school was fun and useful? So here I am, 19 years old, having spent five days a week, 12 years of my life, sitting at a desk picking my nose. It’s my life! Not the board of education’s, for cripes sake! And you want to know what I have to show for my time? A fancy, shitty piece of paper which either is located at my parent’s house or in a black hole somewhere in space.

Workin' on the N.A.F.Y. Beat

I am like a dog that continues to worry at a piece of meat. Many are those who complete a job and rests, but nay, count me not among them. I shall never rest when it comes to writing, eager to tarry forth to new telling. One shall be content if they manage to pry the pen out of my cold, dead hands. So speaks Mouse. I shall now write that after everything type. So speaks Mouse seems a bold, assertive proclamation.