Cover to cover

If she was a book, 

I would memorize

her table of contents.

I would read her cover 

to cover, hoping 

to find typos just so we both 

have a few things to work on,

because we are

 all unfinished.

Yes, we all need 

a little editing. 

We are always awaiting

 "that persons" approval.

We are all praying that they

 will tell us we make sense.

She doesn't always make

 sense to me,

but her imperfections are

 the things I love about her the most.

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I used avoid deep thought like an empty restaurant, 
not out of stupidity, 

but a canny resolve to be happy.  
Those days are over now.  
I quickly learned

the deeper thought is,
 the taller it becomes. 
As my young teenage life continues on 

it's pointless journey I ponder on how all this came to be.  
Life is always uncertain. 
No one knows what's in there. But now 

my life is everywhere, 
I would just like to breathe and sleep and get all the rest I could. 
I wake up at four in the morning some 

days just thinking about my thoughts and stare blankly into thin air. 
Not sure what I am looking at but I know for a fact I am in 

my own world. 
Those times I am just inside my head just thinking about what is ahead.

I am a boy raking through the ashes,
 a boy struggling to find 
embers of life in the bottom of a bottomless fireplace.

Dreams

We all dream.

We dream about life,

We dream about adventure.

We dream about love, hate, and growing up.

We dream about responsibilities.

We dream about our future's,

We think about our past's

My dream's.

My dream's are about you,

I dream about snowboarding with you.

I dream about long walks on cold nights,

I dream about canyon drives and canyon vibes.

I dream about camping because, just the thought

of sitting around the fire with my best friends 

talking about our future's gives me the chills.

I dream that this will never end because all

I can dream about is you.

I dream about marriage and the family I will soon have.

I dream about you, I know it's high school and this is 

"puppy love" but dammit! I LOVE YOU, and I hope this

never ends.

How to write your first post.

This is for the 3 virgin writers this term, I'm one of you. 

This is day one of the "creative" journey, so if this doesn't turn out too well forgive me.

Step 1

You need to make your blog with no guidance whatsoever. (until you go to Nelsons website and find the wiki how on creating a blog).

Step 2

After getting through the basics, you spend 45 minutes trying to embed some damn music on your blog so you can serenade the world with your favorite songs.  You finally get it on there but its a gigantic picture that takes up half the screen.  aaaaagggggghhhhhhhhhh!!

Step 3

Now is when the magic starts to happen! NOT. This is creative writing class right?? So why am I so uncreative.  Nothing comes to mind, Blank thoughts, thoughts, thoughts(echo in my empty head).

Step 4

After long pondering and the viewing of many an example,

it clicked.  The ideas fill my brain, one problem, 99.8% of these ideas are nonsense, I'm down to two options.  Write about "how to love" something i know nothing about, or write about what I'm doing right now.  My first blog post.

Step 5

As I write, nothing I put on the page comes out how I perceived it in my head.

Everything is a mess, maybe this blog stuff isn't for me, maybe it is for me, we will just have to find out I guess.

Hey Harold, I'm pissed off and nothing inspiring has appeared on this page yet... Maybe it's because my notebook is blank and my perfect pen is out of ink.