Different... #RealTalk

You told me to be different, and not to let others dictate me

but how can I be.

I'm a member of the homo-sapiens variety.

classification #American

and I don't see no bar code or manufacturer ID.

telling where I come from, or what it is that I'm gonna be.

all I know is that I'm a class A man from the kingdom of Procrastinate

A city founded on the style of showing up and turning things in late.

A village where the motto is to make people hate you

cause of your problems and addictions.

And for you inability to care enough to make a difference.

A settlement with the belief that the world would be better off if people stopped caring so much

about the things in our lives that really don't mean that much.  

like how people die every year cause the internet said they're gay,

and some kid on ask told them that they're overweight.

  This world of hate and the desire to procreate

shapes us to who we are instead of cleaning the slate

cause what we are is not our dreams & desires

but the burns and scars of life gone wrong

but as evil conspires

as the enemy lights there fires

and there gunfire goes haywire

and hell begins their choir

I'll ask the empire to retire and expire the misfire that caused this to transpire

But back to being different

I'm not

I just do everything just a little bit... slower.

So I built a snowman in June

and I cried when it melted 

Remember me

Neurons and Bygones 

I remember recesses.

   Being freed for the bounds of school for a short while, released from the weight of the books and the math. 

   Yet still locked in a chain link fence that we called fun. 

I remember playing my first video game....... just not the name.

I remember when my sister was born, and how sad it was when I realized she was coming home. 

 Knowing I would no longer be the only child 

I remember the day my dog died. 

I remember the first time riding a bus to school and thinking how cool it was. The amazement of the over sized Twinkies abounded me. 

I remember hating it the next day, and every day after.

I remember all three of my car accidents, and how they happened on the same day.  

I remember getting snow tires. 

I remember sneaking the into the basement on Christmas Eve and watched as my parents wrapped presents. 

I remember the day I stopped believing in Santa Claus

I remember my grandma, and where we were when she died. 

I remember her in the hospital, and how she didn't remember me. 

Atomic Decay

Atomic fission and atomic decay

a half-life problem that making Gama-rays.

The power of the atom under our control,

as long as we understand the Alpha Particle.

An unstoppable generator using fission of atoms

to make power for earth, the hundreds of thousands

of unknowing people.  Just working and playing

while billions of atom are continually decaying

to power the world ever-growing addiction

of power, to power your home television.

This renewable power source of unlimited growth

controlled by the bonding of isotopes

is hated upon by millions of souls

who believe that future is burning earth’s coal.

That’s predicted to run dry in close to 50 years.

This no doubt brings mother nature to tears.

When the power that could end the worlds power strife

is simply limited my Uranium’s Half-Life 

Something I wrote in English for extra credit one year.

rhymed and had sounded awesome so...........

there you go.

enjoy

CHAIRS

Hey.....guys come on,

we can work this out

.......right?

Bitch I'm... FABULOUS!