Some band names

The little fat ears..... that was what my mentee called the teacher overseers ears. The teacher said it would be a great band name.
pop leg =)= that name makes me feel both.

:( how i feel today......

Ah! can it be
We have lived our lives in a land of dreams!
How sad it seems.

Morning Conversations

Mom: What do you want to drink?
Me: I don't know.
Mom: Well there's cranberry juice, orange juice, walleberry...
Me: What's walleberry juice?
Mom: It's not real.
Me: I'd like walleberry juice.
Mom: Ok.

So she hands me a cup of walleberry juice and it had walleberry's at the bottom of my cup.

Unispired and Overwhelmed

what if one day your sorry
Everyone wants you to conform
to be safe rather than sorry
never doing anything in life
You slowly realize that these bars
no longer give you any comfort
that by conforming you see past them
but they still are keeping you here
It's OK to give up everything for fear
But not for opportunity
It's alright to complain,be apathetic and utterly dissatisfied
as long as you stay where you are

Would you rather be unsure?

Or all alone?

Get ahead but not too ahead
learn some things
but never become independent
Screwing up
as long as you don't do it too often
Achieving
as long as you don't do it too often
The power to control what you think should be yours
but you should always answer to society
to the minority
To the people you worked harder than to get ahead
they should always be on your back
on your legs
you should let them slow you down
for fear of looking selfish, uncultured, or just plain smart
Never recognize or be aware of the fact that you might be getting ahead
because that is not nice

So lets spin the wheels on and make opportunities for our children
so we can tell them not to take them

The cage

I think it's foot steps I hear
I get so afraid I run to the stairs
looking out the window
but never find anyone there

I'm all by myself always alone
I draw all the curtains
turn off the lights
why would any one think
come to the door

We sit in our seats
keep our ideas in order
arranged nice and neat
Never let them come forward
because we fear our defeat

I wonder about the ideas
behind the beautiful things
What thoughts drive one to murder
and others that push us to love

But we'll sit in the rooms of our minds
with our warm and comfort things
we'll marvel how we got so lazy
at opportunities we fail to see

I think I'd like to get out of myself
I think I want others to know
I know my inhibitors
I know how I hold back myself
I feel mistakes are certain
and to never act upon it
would be more then regret

Some day I'll know

So I have to clean everything it all must be out.
All of a sudden in the mist of the rummaging of what should stay and what should go I find this strange connection between the present and some thing that is lost forever.
I found a pile of letters. One was from my old teacher but, now he's dead. It struck me like a message from the grave. I've only known a few people who have died and they have all always struck me a certain way. Its like they are the only people I don't think on often but can always remember clearly. Almost as if we spoke yesterday. Looking at the rest of the letters I wondered who was still alive. I wondered what I would say to them now if they were completely different or if a fragment of who I know is still there. That brings me to a second point of humanity that I can't ever understand and when I think about it I either get confused or sad. How you can know someone for so long share so much with them then slowly stop talking, stop knowing them. Then its almost as if as soon as you turn your back they are someone else. There hair is different, they are taller, their clothes completely different. Everything you once knew is gone but, where are THEY? Are they who they are now or where they who you knew or where they always there its just your perception was hiding their true self? What will happened when you stay with someone for your whole life? Do you change together or does one of you change to the other. Are things supposed to change by time not by decisions? Is that why we fight so much we are not supposed to change but time is supposed to change all? Or is life it's self supposed to change you? Or are you always there its just that situations bring you out?
What makes me sad is that the closeness is gone.
The saddest part is when it abruptly stops and no one says why or how.
Its like a senseless act we all play into; could we stop this if we wanted?

Dreams

I keep on dreaming about real life
Last night I was being chased on a train
Your family was trying to kill me
It was all so beautifully framed
I did not mind running for my life

A couple nights ago
I was driving
In the middle of my college campus
You told me you had problems
Getting inside
I never was so decisive
Kicking you out of my car

I might be taking a test
Or running past marathon runners
Last night it was strangers
nights ago it was reality meshed