d e e p b r e a t h e s

To me. Just take a deep breath and let it go. Or just vent on you're blog. Either way, Let it go.

To my coach. You should have put me in the game you freaking idiot.

To both of you. I don’t think you were meant to be. How can you live a life being so unhappy? It makes all of us unhappy. 

You have scared me but hey at least i’m good at not letting things effect me.

To my dog. Why are you so stupid? Seriously running away in the middle of winter. You’re like 4 pounds so i’m sure you died out there. Rest In Peace though.

To my friends. You’re the best.

To my class. Sorry for not being a good writer and being annoyingly personal. I’m trying my best and I know we all are. I should probably read more. 

To Nelson. Umm you’re beard looks fuzzy and nice but I wonder what you’re supposed “booger shaped” birth mark looks like underneath it. Oh and just incase you haven’t heard it from every other student no one hates you’re class. It actually is the only think I look forward to all day.

To my bed. I think I might be in love with you.

To God. Im trying.

fly me to the moon

Fly me to the moon

Take me from this place. 

Where Good people are Bad. 

Feet are used for walking but not where I wish to be. 

Just floating. 

I don’t like blueberries so lingering on this planet seems pointless. 

I would much rather have some cheese and crackers. 

Ill pack some Rits if you fly me to the moon. 

Where it will be just you and I. 

No one to disturb us. 

No time to fight. 

Just space to hold our endless thoughts. 

It doesn’t matter up here that mommy doesn’t listen anymore cause we're not either. 

It doesn’t matter that they don’t like us because their down there and were up here. 

It doesn’t matter that you couldn’t. 

Cause now you can. 

Stars number for each possibility of a new life for us. 

And we're going to take each and every one. 

We're going to catch those stars and put them in our pockets and save them for the rainy days (if it ever did rain in space). 

Fly me to the moon and we will be infinite.

Procrastinator Hater

Sundays. The chill, easy going day of the week. Not anymore for 

procrastinators like me. Sunday night every freaking time. I always

think I have so much time through the week to post then all a sudden

it’s sunday night again. Don’t get me wrong Im a definite procrastinator

hater but folks, It’s a disease. Once you start you can’t stop without

 some serious help. I’ve been diagnosed with this horrible disease for a

couple years now, much like all of you, but it has been really hitting

me hard lately. Which means it's also hitting the quality of my writing.

 So this is to Mr. Nelson... 

Nelson It's not you, It's me.

cotton swabs

My damn bones wont tell me what to do.

 They stay hidden in me whispering through my body, not loud enough for my heart to hear. 

So my fragile heart does its best to listen to itself. 

The creaking floors whisper back to my bones with every step I take in the wrong direction. 

whispering about me, 

gossiping, 

making fun of the error of direction my life is heading. 

I wish I cleaned my ears out more, then maybe I could hear them, I just can’t stand cotton swabs. 

I mean seriously just even listen to that word. swabs. gross.

SPEAK UP BONES

SAY SOMETHING

but they never do. 

All I can hear are those whispers too distant and uncertain to be understood.

Just a thought

 I think I might be a terd with some cheese and bacon.

I w o n d e r

I wonder how many stars are out there.

I wonder if it's true that you can bite you're pinky off the same as you bite a carrot.

I wonder if a lot of your parents are like mine,

and if they are how are we all going to stay sane. There's no way.

I wonder what You are thinking choosing a life like that. 

I can help you. Let me help you.

I wonder if there really are mermaid.

And Merman...

I wonder when I will die. It could be tomorrow and in that case,

I wonder who would miss me, truly miss me. 

I wonder who already truly misses me.

I wonder what you say about me... Brat.

I wonder if I cut my skin open nothing will be there but a empty body like a book with no content. A life being wasted. What am I doing going home and watching netflix everyday. I guess I am a waste.

I wonder if one day the sun will just die and we will be left in the darkness. 

I wonder if I try to stop breathing right now if I really could.

Stop. Just do it. I dare you.

I wonder how many times I have blinked. 

3,236,947,348,004,136,999,544,021 ... Just a guess...

I wonder how many of you actually just read that number.

I wonder what is the point to any of this. 

Seriously just freaking tell me already.

I wonder.

I wonder - Rodriguez

Cats have 9 lives

 Everyone is scared of death, don’t deny it.

One second you’re here

and the next

you’re gone.

But hasn’t part of you already died?

The kid who didn’t know the secrets her parents hid from her is dead.

 The girl who just got her first kiss that was 2 seconds long and thought she was a slut is dead.

The kid in kindergarden that picked her nose and didn't care who saw is dead (thank heavens).

People say cats have 9 lives. I think humans are something like that too.

Parts of us die through out our life, and I think death is just another one of those parts fading away.

I may not know what I will look like, where I will be, or who I will be with 

but I have to have hope that I will BE. That there is more after this life. That heaven is real and he is real. That everything I have faith in is true.  

I hope you have faith too because thats all that is truly worth living for.

Lets Die Believers. 

Elizabeth