NERD
Monday, April 29, 2013
we all own a pretty little name. pined right into our heart. and some how this name is suposed to define us as a person.
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Me
My conscious (my inner self?)
Wow that girl is really cute.
Well then you should go talk to her
Naw i don't feel like it. plus
shut the hell up. no excuses only talking and flirting with that bodacious girl across the commons.
Please don't swear. and I'm perfectly content with where i stand right now.
Bitch please, I'm your conscious no one can hear me but you. so i can say what ever the hell i want. and enough is enough stop being such a punk and go and talk to that dang girl. you think way to much. and as much as i would miss you, you talk to me way too much.
AHHHH! i hate you but your so right.
Stop thinking about it and go do something before its to late.
Ope! hear that? there's the bell. got to go to class because its not like I'm ever late for that.
damn kid! you win the battle but once again you loose the war. And i really hope you wake up before the school year is over. Slash that screw school. i just hope you wake up. do your self a favor and wake up.
laters.
wake up!
My conscious (my inner self?)
Wow that girl is really cute.Well then you should go talk to her
Naw i don't feel like it. plus
shut the hell up. no excuses only talking and flirting with that bodacious girl across the commons.
Please don't swear. and I'm perfectly content with where i stand right now.
Bitch please, I'm your conscious no one can hear me but you. so i can say what ever the hell i want. and enough is enough stop being such a punk and go and talk to that dang girl. you think way to much. and as much as i would miss you, you talk to me way too much.
AHHHH! i hate you but your so right.
Stop thinking about it and go do something before its to late.
Ope! hear that? there's the bell. got to go to class because its not like I'm ever late for that.
damn kid! you win the battle but once again you loose the war. And i really hope you wake up before the school year is over. Slash that screw school. i just hope you wake up. do your self a favor and wake up.
laters.
wake up!
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
Hello every one?
sorry i refused to post. i had most of them written out. but i just couldn't bring my self to post it. i just don't want people to read it and to try and figure me out. not like figure out who Moby S. Charleston III is. but me me. please don't try. i don't even know who i am.
but don't worry i will start posting more. i think. idk.
"nelson if you are reading this how far am i supposed to reach into my soul and put it on paper. and how much am i supposed to share on this blog"
i guess i just start writing and then cant stop. but when i look back i take out a lot because i don't know if i should or really want to be sharing it.
"nelson how far do you go?"
Im always here - Moby
but don't worry i will start posting more. i think. idk.
"nelson if you are reading this how far am i supposed to reach into my soul and put it on paper. and how much am i supposed to share on this blog"
i guess i just start writing and then cant stop. but when i look back i take out a lot because i don't know if i should or really want to be sharing it.
"nelson how far do you go?"
Im always here - Moby
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are you afraid?
please tell me you are afraid..
because being afraid a lone is no fun
but i find my self there all the time and i am getting to the point where being alone is no longer frightening.
but now i think about my future am i going to be a lone forever?
im afraid that i will never find this thing called true real love. that everyone seems to be talking about.
and im afraid that i will never be loved or when i am i wont know how to give it back.
im afraid i will be loved and cherish it and wont give in back.
and she will leave and i will cherish what once was and be happy being alone.
Im Afraid that i have fallen in love with myself and that i will just keep it that way.
Im afraid of this man they call satin but lately ive been hanging out with him.
and now i am afraid of god
i know god loves me. but god wants me to change some things in my heart
and i am afraid that he will ask me to do just that
but i dont know how
how
im afraid of the how.
how did we get here
how long till we go home
how do we know what were doing
how is it that people can be so cruel
how is it that humans can be so unpassionet
how do we learn to love how do we move on
how.
Im afraid of posting on this blog
because im afraid of you guys reading it
Im afraid of regret because its all around me
and ive become quite used to regret because Im afraid of my potenshal
Even though i tell my self i dont care
im afraid of people judging me
im afraid
Im afraid of not being loved back
and im that last free puppy in a box and im afraid that no one loves me and that i will be taken to the pound
the pound. a place for broken animals and those that just messed it all up
but im just a pup how did i mess it all up this early in the game, why can no one love me.
why cant no one see the love in me.
and i see myself in so many other people.
and cant help but cry for them
and see how we are all impounded pups not because we are bad, but rather that no one gave us the chance
no one took the time to look past our cute faces and pretty coats
and it was ages before someone noticed the lost pup
but by that time it seemed to late.
lonely was my homie
and im afraid that i dont know who to except your love even though i want it.
i want your love but i am afraid of your love.
but hear me when i say im so tired of being alone.
and afraid that it will never stop.
but im afraid of you love because love is a bitch
and love has bitched with me far to many times
and im afraid because love is essential to life
and aint nobody to bitchen for love
im afraid like dogs are afraid of the pound
im afraid like baby bird is afraid of its first flight
im afraid like nature is of polution
im afraid like moms for their children
like dads for their work
like siblings for...
well i guess i dont know that, most my siblings moved out when i was a young age
i guess lonely has practiced a lot on me.
im afraid.
im afraid every day because every day i fight for survival
not physical survival.
but physical survival.
its called survival of the fittest.
but i cant help but feel like everyone got a head start.
and im afraid i will never catch up.
nore am i any where near fit to do so.
im afraid that you will read this
and im afraid that it will mean nothing to you
and that is why im afraid of writing on here
and why im afraid of posting it once i write it.
because im writing this for me
but you get to read it
and most of all im afraid that you will rad this and try to figure me out from my posts
but i ask you kindly to please stop. because im afraid that i haven't even figured me out.
so just stop now its a lost caus
bust promis me this that you will stand by me and hold my hand because im tired of being alone.
and now im afraid that none of you will take me seriously
im afraid
are you?
can we be afraid together.
-Moby
learning to swim.
Im tiered of friendships crashing upon uncharted shores.
no matter how hard i steer the ship away from the rocky cliffs.
you draw nearer to them.
you draw nearer to them.
where you build fires made of memories.
seek shelter in dark caves.
and fail to make sos signals for your tears keep putting them out.
its been 2 moths sens ive seen you.
sens that dreadful day when you fell over board and refused to reach for the preservers i threw to you.
i could only throw so many before i had to veer the ship away from the rocky shore.
now i sail the ocean in a broken friendship searching for you and wondering.
wondering where you are.
wondering who you are now.
wondering how you are.
wondering if you made it to shore or dreading if you lie lifeless below the water.
some times i wonder if you even wanted to be saved.
maybe you just saw this tragedy as your chance out.
while i stood firm like and anker in our cozy little ship and looked for new adventure.
you looked for new ships frind ships.
and at that time we only had one thing in common, we both wanted what we couldn't have.
while my eyes were set on riches and memory bound adventures.
yours were set on the similar things, but in a different ship manned by people who were not me.
when you first showed sign of this thought, i assumed we could venture together and build upon our ship.
the more the merrier i exclaimed
but you had other plans
and you made it clear i was not to fallow
only a few days after speaking your mind, that dreadful day arrived
seduced by the rocky cliffs and the uncharted beach
you fell over board or maybe you eagerly leaped
ether way you are gone now and i dont know what im still doing here.
maybe im sticking around too long and i just need to move out
but i told you id always be here for you and stay firm and be but a light house and am waiting for your return.
i dont know what to do
im all mixed up in the head
i cant wait forever i have a broken life to get back to. but its better than no life at all
but what if you return on my absence
so i guess ill just sit her and wait.
and while im waiting ill be alone, because for a long while before there was you and me,
there was me and me. and all i had was alone.
i dont really want to go back to alone
so for now i will sail my my broken friend ship. because its all i have and know
and ill leave bottles with maps of my heart in them
cause we used to talk a lot about our hearts
and i miss pulling it out for a breath of air and putting it on paper.
and maybe one day you will find a bottle and you remember the tretchures adventures you had on the friend ship you sailed with the brave Captain Moby S.Charleston the III.
and maybe it will make you happy
because that all i ever wanted.
-Captain Moby
i could only throw so many before i had to veer the ship away from the rocky shore.
now i sail the ocean in a broken friendship searching for you and wondering.
wondering where you are.
wondering who you are now.
wondering how you are.
wondering if you made it to shore or dreading if you lie lifeless below the water.
some times i wonder if you even wanted to be saved.
maybe you just saw this tragedy as your chance out.
while i stood firm like and anker in our cozy little ship and looked for new adventure.
you looked for new ships frind ships.
and at that time we only had one thing in common, we both wanted what we couldn't have.
while my eyes were set on riches and memory bound adventures.
yours were set on the similar things, but in a different ship manned by people who were not me.
when you first showed sign of this thought, i assumed we could venture together and build upon our ship.
the more the merrier i exclaimed
but you had other plans
and you made it clear i was not to fallow
only a few days after speaking your mind, that dreadful day arrived
seduced by the rocky cliffs and the uncharted beach
you fell over board or maybe you eagerly leaped
ether way you are gone now and i dont know what im still doing here.
maybe im sticking around too long and i just need to move out
but i told you id always be here for you and stay firm and be but a light house and am waiting for your return.
i dont know what to do
im all mixed up in the head
i cant wait forever i have a broken life to get back to. but its better than no life at all
but what if you return on my absence
so i guess ill just sit her and wait.
and while im waiting ill be alone, because for a long while before there was you and me,
there was me and me. and all i had was alone.
i dont really want to go back to alone
so for now i will sail my my broken friend ship. because its all i have and know
and ill leave bottles with maps of my heart in them
cause we used to talk a lot about our hearts
and i miss pulling it out for a breath of air and putting it on paper.
and maybe one day you will find a bottle and you remember the tretchures adventures you had on the friend ship you sailed with the brave Captain Moby S.Charleston the III.
and maybe it will make you happy
because that all i ever wanted.
-Captain Moby
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I drove to the moon last week day.
I danced with the Aliens.
And had sex with the Stars.
There famous you know?
Millions of them.
-Moby
Even though nothing i just said will mean anything to you and most definitely not make sens.
I think its clever. i recite it and feel cool. im messed up. i know. but at least im able to show it off rather than write it in my journal where it never gets the chance to come out and take a breath. this is to all the people blogging here for Nelsons class that aren't singing in their own voices. you know who you are. write what you think, feel and act. not what will get you comets, stolen lines and hall of fame. im getting tired of reading blog posts that are intellectual mind boggling deep and heavy. dont get me wrong i love to deep think about things. look at some of my posts for instance. But i feel like there needs to be more joy and joking smothered in you weird reality that you personally call life. yeah i might not know who you really are. but i know that we all are weird. and that it is more fun to write it the way it sounds in out heads than the way that makes it look good.
i want to see you. the weird, real you.
sing in you own voice, it might not be prettier but it will be you.
and people will ether love or hate you for being you. But once that's happened write for those who love you for you. because the rest don't matter.
I danced with the Aliens.
And had sex with the Stars.
There famous you know?
Millions of them.
-Moby
Even though nothing i just said will mean anything to you and most definitely not make sens.
I think its clever. i recite it and feel cool. im messed up. i know. but at least im able to show it off rather than write it in my journal where it never gets the chance to come out and take a breath. this is to all the people blogging here for Nelsons class that aren't singing in their own voices. you know who you are. write what you think, feel and act. not what will get you comets, stolen lines and hall of fame. im getting tired of reading blog posts that are intellectual mind boggling deep and heavy. dont get me wrong i love to deep think about things. look at some of my posts for instance. But i feel like there needs to be more joy and joking smothered in you weird reality that you personally call life. yeah i might not know who you really are. but i know that we all are weird. and that it is more fun to write it the way it sounds in out heads than the way that makes it look good.
i want to see you. the weird, real you.
sing in you own voice, it might not be prettier but it will be you.
and people will ether love or hate you for being you. But once that's happened write for those who love you for you. because the rest don't matter.
-Moby
S.I.T.T.M. 3/5/13
Are you kidding me!!! Before i go hamf let me let you know i love the lunch ladies (not like love love, but they are good people) dont get me wrong.
They're my homies! While the rest of you losers are getting one pudding im getting two for the same price!!! What now snitches!! But today they pushed the wrong button! OHHHHH MAN did the MAN push it. i got there in time got my lunch. thanked all the lunch ladies for their hard work and gave them all nice smiles. because you know what every one deserves a smile. the lunch ladies are hard working people there to serve us food. so show a little respect! Or at least that's how i used to feel. to day on this o so special ocation. i got my lunch and thanked them all like i said before. Although this time when i went to pay. She looked at me and said "where is your fruit or vegetable". I happily looked at her and said "im not hungry for any thanks. If i took a fruit or vegetable i will probably just throw it away". Lunch lady "i don't care you ether take a fruit or vegetable or i charge you for not having one!" (apperently there is some sort of school rule that you have to have a fruit or vegetable you have no choice!) Me thinking "wholly effing crap lady its me dont you remember me the one that makes all your guys's day a bit easier, and here you are threatening me!" Me talking "do you know how much food is waisted in america, about 50%!!! i dont want to be apart of the problem but rather the solution!!" Lunch lady "well looks like im going to charge you for it then." at that point i saw there was no way around it but to grab a stinking vegetable cup. and i was also holding up the line. so i grabbed my vegetable cup got my self some milk (chocolate of course) and bought the dang lunch. but i didnt take my vegtibles with me. OHHH No I didn't o yes i did!! I looked at her, sat my vegetables on the table and left it there for her to clean up! WHAT UP NOW SNITCHES! ahhhhhh yeah. i know that was a little anti climatic. but the truth is. i hate waisting food. so i left it there for her to snack on. Poop face lunch lady.
S.I.T.T.M.
-Moby
They're my homies! While the rest of you losers are getting one pudding im getting two for the same price!!! What now snitches!! But today they pushed the wrong button! OHHHHH MAN did the MAN push it. i got there in time got my lunch. thanked all the lunch ladies for their hard work and gave them all nice smiles. because you know what every one deserves a smile. the lunch ladies are hard working people there to serve us food. so show a little respect! Or at least that's how i used to feel. to day on this o so special ocation. i got my lunch and thanked them all like i said before. Although this time when i went to pay. She looked at me and said "where is your fruit or vegetable". I happily looked at her and said "im not hungry for any thanks. If i took a fruit or vegetable i will probably just throw it away". Lunch lady "i don't care you ether take a fruit or vegetable or i charge you for not having one!" (apperently there is some sort of school rule that you have to have a fruit or vegetable you have no choice!) Me thinking "wholly effing crap lady its me dont you remember me the one that makes all your guys's day a bit easier, and here you are threatening me!" Me talking "do you know how much food is waisted in america, about 50%!!! i dont want to be apart of the problem but rather the solution!!" Lunch lady "well looks like im going to charge you for it then." at that point i saw there was no way around it but to grab a stinking vegetable cup. and i was also holding up the line. so i grabbed my vegetable cup got my self some milk (chocolate of course) and bought the dang lunch. but i didnt take my vegtibles with me. OHHH No I didn't o yes i did!! I looked at her, sat my vegetables on the table and left it there for her to clean up! WHAT UP NOW SNITCHES! ahhhhhh yeah. i know that was a little anti climatic. but the truth is. i hate waisting food. so i left it there for her to snack on. Poop face lunch lady.
S.I.T.T.M.
-Moby
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