Twirling. Swirling. Whirling.

i am tired-
mentally and physically. And it's not late whatsoever! Right now i'm listening to The Taste Of Ink by The Used. My aunt got me into this song...i like it. i don't know, it's catchy. Like a melody that you can't get out of your head, or a buzzing bee that really likes the red tank top you have on, and won't leave you alone. Well the song isn't annoying like that bee that is just about to sting you, but instead of giving it a chance to sting you-you smack it away with the back of your hand. And when you look at your hand you have a line of bright red blood, the little sucker still stung you. So of course now you automatically hate bees because of that one little incident that happened oh i don't know about 3 years and 14 days ago. And for all you know that bee is either dead or alive...still buzzing in your ear threatening to sting you again. But you know that's impossible because we all know that bees die once they sting something. And while your rethinking this, you just happen to be wearing that same red shirt that you wore when that act happened, 3 years ago.

Sorry, i babbled. But doesn't it seem like a start of something? Maybe i'll continue it...mhmmm how did i go from talking about music to a bee? I tell ya! i'm a strange one. Or i just have an imagination. ;0

Back to the song. Well now i'm listening to the song Smother Me. By The Used (big surprise). This song reminds me of the beach at sunset. The sand is still cooling off from the long hot day. And you are alone-watching the sunset by yourself. Humming the lyrics from this song. And whether you like it or not the song is replaying over and over again. Someone left it on repeat and you kinda like it. So you go with the flow, and your feet gliding in the soothing warm sand. Taking steps to the beat, wider now. More graceful. At the same time the song picks up the rhythm. You start to run and hop. Your dress picking up and whirling around because the wind likes your enthusiasm. Twirling. Swirling. Whirling. Forget humming you sing full blast. You are alone. Loving it, and no one is with you to judge you. You enjoy every bit. The song's tempo slows, and you drop to the sandy floor slowly. Knees first, then your bum. Your body swaying along with the harmony. Your heart beat slows and you sit still, looking into the sun setting just as the song ends.

i want to go to the beach now.
And dance to this song.
i think i might do that one day-if i do i'll tell you guys.
So that's about it. i hope you enjoyed my little tale. :D C ya!

Taking A Walk On The Wild Side

when you walk,
there are two options.
the safe side,
and the wild side.
sometimes you don't know which one is which.
but you have a gut instinct.
that instinct is usually the safe side.
the right
thing to do.
to keep you from trouble.
but occasionally your gut instinct
tells you to do take a walk
on the wild side.
danger.
how wild will you go?
that is up to you.
how far will
you push
yourself,
is
based on you personality,
and actions.
so tell me,
are you gonna take a walk on the wild side?

Okay i'll admit i'm a bit rusty,
but once you learn something you can't really forget it. Mhhmm...how do i put this? it's in your gut hahaha! ironic isn't it?

What inspired me to write that poem, was walking. i was walking up hills and down them, and then back up them again! Another reason to be sore. So back to hills. They were a pain, but i realized that there are two paths on the sidewalk. Well i've always noticed that, don't get me wrong, i'm not that slow! And well two sides reminded me of heaven and hell. 2 paths that you can go, 2 ways you can go. Now i'm not religious, so i don't really have a belief that i completely rely on. Heaven and Hell. Bam! 2 paths, 2 paths on a sidewalk, 2 choices. Good-Bad. Safe/Careful-Risky/Wild. 2 opposites. Get where i'm coming from?! Ehh? Okay well hopefully that explained it enough. I gotta go, my dad's bugging me to get off. So see ya!