Please shut up.

I'm thinking
I'm thinking
I'm thinking.
All I ever do is think. I think about the sky because how can something so beautiful be put on this hell?
I think about trees and rivers and oceans because that's where I go to find peter pan. I think about why girls only think about boys, and I think about why boys only think about certain girls. And I think about school because it's a constant pressure to pretend i'm a robot.
I think about cats. why? I don't know but I do. And I think about dogs because the movies tell me they chase cats but i've never seen that. I think about Las Vegas, and how there can be so many hookers and saints in one city.
I can't stop thinking. I can't shut this machine down because i've lost the shut down button, and i'll never find it. and that scares me. Because If I can't stop thinking how can I observe? How can I live in the present if i'm lost in my past?
All I ask for is silence. Silence from my mind to listen to the world. Because there is so much around me that I have yet to listen to. So much I need to learn from my body and soul instead of being taught by a train moving backwards.
So show me the shut down button, so I can live up and live free.

Don't let the Haters (tourists) get you down

This one's for Mr. Nelson or as Ann Ominous likes to call him the Omnipotent Parisian. 
I would just like to say from all the people who are LOVING this class; Thank you Mr. Nelson. You've made me think, and feel, and think about what I feel. You've opened my eyes to new possibilities and to my own self. Because lets get real, how many times a class do you try to pound into our sub craniums that we are all creative beings? We all have the potential to creative greatness. Mr. Nelson thank you for the all exclusive trip to Paris. Not a lot of people would be willing to give up so much to help a bunch of high schoolers see the world. 
 I know you don't like big chunks of text so i'll break it up for you.

Thank

You

Nelson!

I know this isn't the most poetic thank you posts, we can leave that to my "adopted" star crossed lover parents. But from all the citizens in a town full of tourists, you make a really good crazy artist who opens everyone's eyes and lives in a cafe, because you're too cool to be the Governor. 

Sincerely 

The French

I'll Swim till the Water dries up

In my depths I was drowning
You aren't my life jacket; you taught me how to swim again
You taught me to come up to the surface and breathe through this
You were my rope you fastened me up and brought me to Light
You showed me my strength and opened my eyes to this new world
You cleaned my mirror and made me face myself to see my real self instead of some fragile glass looking back
Thank you lungs for showing me how to breathe again.

I've created a nightmare

You'll never be good enough.
You can't do it, you're too weak.
You won't win, you'll crumble and cry
You're not pretty enough
You're not better, faster, stronger

I'm afraid of myself. I hope to fly but I cut down my wings. I'm afraid of this monster I've created telling me I can't, I'm weak. I'm of no value. I'm afraid to look in the mirror because all I hear is my monster tearing me down. I'm afraid to speak up because my monster is yelling at me i'm no good, and I can't even hear myself think enough to collect my thoughts. I'm my own worst enemy. I can't run I can't hide, I just listen. And most of the time I believe the Acid spilling through my cerebellum. Because I know nothing else, it's just always there. I''m afraid of this monster I've created, because I don't know how to loose it.

What is love? ...oh cuss....

I'm tired of hearing how badly love sucks. And I'm annoyed of all the devastating love pains. I'm sorry your life sucks but I'm not in the mood to hear it.
On the other hand I think people obsessed with the opposite sex are annoying. The girls who talk about how badly they want a boyfriend. And the girls who are in love with love.
Neither of these are love.
Love is beautiful. Love hits the heart so deep it's etched there forever. Once you love, you never go back. Something about love has everyone talking, and everyone crying. Love is everywhere. Whether it's a family love, or a religious love, or a food love, or a lovers love. It's everywhere. It exists without you, but moves through you. Love and life are best friends. Because a life without love, is like Frog without Toad, it just doesn't feel right. Love is when you're in your favorite outdoor setting, then the world stops, and it's just you and Nature; just talking, relaxing, breathing.
Now i'm just a seventeen year old...fox and I've been in love twice with two other...foxes. But I'm in love everyday. I'm in love with Life. No matter how damned this earth is, I still see the beauty in everything. I look past Life's faults and I love Life for what it is. It's a messy relationship, on and off again sort of deal. When it's off I feel awful and It's hard to go on. But when it's on again, i'm on cloud 9. And nothing can touch me.
I can't describe love, but I feel it. I feel it everyday, because i'm alive everyday.

Who how? What now?

Someone tried to tell me my life is a test. That I need to "prove" myself. That I need to fix my broken soul.

But I didn't listen.

Tests are for pupils to spit back out the info they saw but never understood

Tests are for insecure teachers so they feel in control.

Tests aren't for life. They aren't for me or for you.

God doesn't give me tests, God gave me the universe and said "Live, Create, Destroy."

Live whole because you are whole, and anyone who tells you otherwise is blinded by Hell

Because Hell is the island of misfit toys

Hell is for "broken" men trying to "fix and find" themselves with red duct tape, and a road map to no where.

Life is for being aware that you are whole

For moving through the pain that can either teach you or blind you

Because as much as we are afraid of him, he is the best teacher we have.

Life, is for living, not mending.

I believe I can fly though I have no wings

What is it about flying that makes our heart skip a beat? That makes our imagination soar and our stomachs yearn! What is it about flying that makes us all mad at the birds because of our green monster. I look at the birds and all I want is to join them, no matter how dangerous it is, I want to fly, I want to be free. I want to spite My Mother of Green and Blue. I want to shove my wings in her face and show her how high I can fly and to prove she can't control me to stay on the ground. My Mother of Green and Blue mocks me. She shoves birds in my face and says " go on try it, try to fly, try to be free, I'll still have you." So this is me, trying to prove My Mother of Green and Blue wrong. I will fly, and I will fall, but for one moment... I'll be on top of the world.

Dear Robot

Dear Robot,
I hope you don't get offended by what i'm about to say, I hope you don't stop and maybe listen to what i'm trying to say, and I really hope this doesn't make you want to change. (but you're a robot so you can't feel anyways... which sucks).
Dear Robot,
You suck my dear, you suck the life out of me, you suck the fun out of my life, and you sucked me into your cold machinery every time I see you.
Dear Robot,
I hope you get incinerated and turned into a heart. That's when I'd say "Karma's a bitch" my friend. Because you never loved me, you lied to me, you spat out your information to make me feel good then let your acid mucus churn my heart. But of course you  never loved me,you can't love, you're a Robot.
Dear Robot,
I hope your hard drive crashes. I hope you over heat, I hope you're memory gets whipped clean, and I hope the only information you can throw at people is "hello I'm a Robot and I'm broken." Because when you shut me off that sentence was all I could put out.
Dear Robot,
I want you to know I am happy without you, without my personal dead feeder. I'm happy because as much as it hurt me when you shut me off, you gave me room to crawl out of my metal shell and feel. I'm happy because I feed on life instead of death now, and I'm high on my main course.

Who am I?

Why am I here? I am here to open your minds, to spark your creativity, to show you the world. I am here to give you pain, I am here to make you learn the hard way, and I am here for you to grow. Who am I? I am the heartache, I am the darkness that goes bump in the night, yet I am also the light. I am the light that makes everything worth it, I am the light that exist without you but flows through you. I am the beauty, the love, the hate. I am the murder, the pain a mother feels when her son is sent to jail, and the joy she feels when he has changed his life. I am truth, I am the best teacher you have and the one you all hate, I am Life.