I don't know what is worse.

What happens when people turn into robots? 

They kill them selves. 

What happens when robots become people?

They kill others. 

P.S. Stop killing yourself. 

Monster

I was told not to respond to your blog post. 

That you are trying to make me feel guilty for you not being happy.

It's not my fault that I find happiness everywhere I walk.

It’s is pathetic that you even try to bring me to your level. 

You probably THINK you forgot how to swim. 

I have seen you do it before without me. 

Keep talking about "it "dude.... You said it yourself it would never be the same. "if we took it back we would be nowhere.".... What does we mean?

I left you a compass and a map but you forgot how to use them just like you forgot how to “swim”. 

I don’t know if she is the City of my dreams? 

I told you that I wouldn't want to live in Manhattan anyways. 

My cold blood brings you life. You can’t live without me....remember? 

I am happy that you wanted Black and White.

What is your Black and White now? 

Gray Cloud? Really? Gray Cloud? Wait maybe I am a gray cloud that would make sense. I am dull. 

Should have let your body drop like this relationship... Something that I would tell myself 2 months ago. 

It was something that would have been better for you. 

You don't need me in your life. 

You are describing me as a monster. 

Run then.

Don't point out all my wrong doings and then say "I miss him" 

Girl you are different

The lights were off but you lit up the room. 

Girl you are different. 

Its like your hair is more precious than samsons. 

I swear I am not cold you just make me shake. 

Its like your smell sets off memories in my head that will never leave... Please don’t leave. 

We fell so fast. No one was there to catch our bodies...We hit love harder than we hit the ground.

You make my world stop. 

How do you spell that L word again? 

Blink twice* Senior Year

To my preschool teacher, You were a nice lady and I have something against you for making it so easy to leave my parents. I wonder if you are still alive. I swear you wore the same peach colored shirt every day and no body cared because you made good cookies. For the record Angel was my first friend ever. She was blond. We sat next to each other at graduation.... that was a good day. 

To my Kindergarten teacher. Mrs.Curly. Your hair could not be a better shade of black and white now that I think of it looked like I put a peace of paper on a ice cold metal chair took a black and white crayon and went in circles. The white didn't show up but it was a confetti color from the other crayons leaving their mark. I am a lot like that white crayon except I feel like I am supose to be confetti not white. 

To my 1st Grade teacher. I don’t remember you but I still love you. People say you can still love someone without truly knowing them. I think that is true so thank you Mrs. 

To my 2nd Grade teacher/class. Ms.Thomas. I lied to your face. I told you I would ride my motorcycle over the mountain to see you sometime. I never could figure out why I didn't do that. Ms.Thomas I blame myself for not learning how to read well and my mom for signing that “I read 30 min every night” paper. (I think that is why I suck at reading and spelling) Dear brown haired girl that I forgot your name. Thanks for flirting with me and playing tag with me. Tell your friend thanks as well. And to the kid named Austin that always was at front of the line during lunch and had a cool motorcycle toy and wore your “racing” shirt to school, I wish I would have punched you. You never raced. you left me out. We should have played dodge ball more. 

P.S. Why were there grave stones on that little patch of grass by the fence? 

P.P.S. That was the first grade I have heard someone swear. 

To my 2nd Grade Teacher. Mrs.Anderson... I hope that you were a Mrs. not a Ms. Cuz you were hot and pregnant. You hold a special place in my heart not because you were hot but because you taught me how to read and write. You made me want to try one of those peanut butter nut squares you always ate. To Claire mod for tracing  on the back of my football jersey during reading time. Izzy Scher I had a huge crush on you. same with you Emma Austin.

P.S. I read my sisters journal...She liked a kid Named jordan.. and why was Jed outside flying paper airplanes?

3rd grade Mrs.Cox you had a crush on my best friend. Your hair was short. I did’t like that one kid that went midget mode all the time. Remember when David Dixon smelled really bad every day? and his dad smelled the same? Remember when David and Kaden got in a fight? I loved that. 

P.S. Whitney you are white trash. 

4th grade Ms.Ratlif. You were insane! You slept in your room during recess and called my cousin retarded. I can’t Blame you because your son died that year so you are not as crazy as your life. 

5th Grade. Mr.M. Dude you were the man! You had 5 monsters a day and we would play dodge ball at least 2 times a week. I loved your Jordan Picture in your room I have one now. I think I learned more from the saying on the poster than I learned from you ‘No bird can soar too high with his own wings” 

6th Grade. I forgot your name. You got laid off and my 6th grade year was the last year you would teach. You cried at the end. That class was a special class. I will probably remember your name in a week after I think about it. I remember when those kids played footsies at space camp. That was awesome.

P.S. Remember when Stockton went deep and we pulled his pants down in front of all the girls?...That was awesome. 

To all my teachers. Thank you for the things you have imprinted me with. Thank you for writing things on my heart I didn't know what they meant at the moment but now I have more appreciation for. You will always have your names on my heart even though I forgot yours and you forgot mine. 

Davidson

She stands with a slight bend to the left side of her hip bone.

sleek. Smooth. Fast. 

The life of her is assembled under her metal fixed dripped paint. 

Chrome dipped. Dripping wet. She sits. Silent.

Waiting for the moment of chaos to strike and take flight.

Invincible she stands motionless at 95 miles per hour. 

No matter how bad the day goes she will be there sitting waiting wishing 12V of pure power come rushing through her engine to ignite the fire in your soul. 

"Giselle"

Dear "Giselle",

I asked you questions that were empty. "Giselle" all I am saying is that you can do better. I don't want you to think the time we had was as fake as our dreams. Because they were as real as your body on mine. Your hair flows like the beat of a jungle book song. Your walk was as if you were walking on clouds. thinking “how can she make New York look this bad” 

It was a pleasure breaking each others hearts together. 

P.S. 

No flame burns forever. 

I Knocked On Wood

It’s okay I knocked on wood. 

Depression is finally over. 

It’s okay I knocked on wood.

Something is up dude I can feel it.

Well should you stay home? No I think I better leave everyone is in their comfortable beds. Not sleeping. Not thinking. Emotionless. 

Why is their a different look in her eyes? 

Why did she not take the bread? 

Gets on podium* Ladies and Gentleman everything will be fine! He knocked on wood! 

House in silenced by the cold lie she told 2 years ago. 

Calls me in* Dad: she has something to say. 

Face goes numb* eyes go dry* Tears drop effortlessly*

They are going to hate me. 

They are going to hate me.

I lied.

She lied.

He lied.

WE ALL LIED.

Emotion is dropped like a body slipping on ice. 

Anger in my heart. 

Sorrow in my soul.

Love in my mind.

Discomfort in my veins. 

Thinking this whole moment... Was it hollow? Did I knock hard enough? Did I even knock? No. NO! I SWEAR I KNOCKED ON WOOD!