Black Out

Reveal

It's not about how MANY followers you have.... 

Hitler had 4million 

..... jesus had 12

Time to Stop Hiding

Its Time To Stop Hiding....
time to stand by my words instead of hiding behind my computer. 

who am I? I'm not entirely sure that I know myself. 
What I do know? I know that the streets of Paris smell like fresh bread in the mornings.. 
And that the sun coming up over the city makes the windows shine gold. 

I may not always be accepted.  Maybe I wasn't the favorite in the class and didn't get many comments on my blog.. or sticky notes in my journal.. and maybe I DON'T know who I am!! 
BUT WHO CARES!?

You are under no obligation to be the same person you were 5 minutes ago...
so how could any of us possibly know who we are?? When we can be anything we choose to be...
weather I am Tage Hardy, Patient Zero or who ever comes next.. I will always be myself.. 
So why have anything to hide. 

Who Am I?                                                  That's for me to decide ....

From My Heart.

You may have forgotten about me... 
but I've always been there.. 
You tell me that I'm broken. and you listen to your head instead of me 
what does you brain know anyway?...
well, you brain knows a lot of things...

but being smart doesn't always make you wise


(for instance; if your smart, you'll know that a tomato is a fruit.
if your wise you'll know not to use it in a fruit salad.)


I've always been there for you, 
I've felt every joy and every pain that you have
And when you've broken down.. I kept beating.. 

Because I haven't given up on you...
So please don't give up on me 

-Signed your heart. 

"Missing" Blue Ticket

Something was missing... from the day he first said I love you...
till the day he left... taking a piece of her heart with him.
Something was missing from the moment,
even before she knew it wasn't there....

But, there he is again, by her side holding her
wishing to stay in the moment forever...
The closer they became, the further his knife stabbed into her back.
the pain, not felt until he ripped it out...
taking it with him as he went.
and once again something was missing.
Her life was a cycle.

There he would be again... saying he was different!
Saying he could change...
But people can only take so much pain..
Her skin felt as cold as the shoulder she finally gave him...

He left.. and took a piece of her with him.. although he feels complete..
She can't get the bleeding to stop....
Because something was always missing. 

Everyone is afraid.. some are just better at hiding it. #STOLEN

I fear another grim day of walking down these hallways plastered with a reminder of how people feel about me...
In a fit of match box fears and stone cold sidewalks hidden behind upturned collars.
I fear another day
Einstein was so right! Imagination IS more important than knowledge, because my imaginary friends, were always there for me, when my real ones never were.
Will you be there to catch me ?
You were supposed to be the air in my lungs.. so when you're not here I can't breath.

Watching The Sun; Life

I walk through life... unable to see whats ahead.

and then one day ... I find I am dead

Is that all there is...?

am I not meant to be saved 

never moving a thing

but the dirt at my grave. 

I walk though life... 

fall in love, and down stairs

never stopping to wonder

why nobody cares..

about, magic and mystery

and the stars in the sky

instead of just trying

 to pass the time.. 

Work, Lust and Money

looking out for #1

why can't we stop 

and look out at the sun

But people will tell you, 

romance always dies..

and watching the sun 

is bad for your eyes. 

A world of Inspiration

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yhuMLpdnOjY
You wont regret it .

Bricks are Heavy

"I was the type of person, that held onto things too tight,
unable to release my grip, when it no longer felt right.
and although it gave me blisters, and my fingers would all ache,
I always thought that holding on was worth the pain it takes
I used to think in losing things, I would loose part of me too,
that slowly I'd become someone my heart no longer knew.
Then one day something happened,
I dropped what I once held dear,
my soul became much lighter, instead of filled with fear.
And it taught my heart that some things aren't meant to last so long,
They come to teach you lessons, and then continue on..
You don't have to cling to people who no longer make you smile
or do something you have come to hate
If it isn't worth your while.
That sometimes the thing you're fighting for isn't worth the cost
and not everything you ever lose is bound to be a loss...."
-My favourite human.

The girl that lives inside this poem, learned to let things go
she learned that carrying all those bricks, would only make her slow.
we tend to carry heavy things, that break and bruise our back
hating, judging, worry, guilt. that builds until we crack.
We go around with broken bodies, broken spirits broken minds...
but if we can learn what she has learned... its crazy what well find.

I have emotions too.

In our last prompt, a lot of people talked about being human, and how they knew they weren't robots because they had emotions and know how to love. I myself find it unfair, so this is video my brother and I have MADE in honor of them.

Being Different

It can be really hard to be different sometimes, it almost seems like all the good ideas out there have been taken.

Boo Radley typed his with his noes 

Michael Reisman did his in.. what?.. hebrew? 

Sometimes new ideas are hard to come by. Sometimes being different comes naturally but most of the time you need to really.. really try. 

So I've decided to string a piece of meat over my computer... and watch my dog try to get it for a few minutes.............

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How to be human

When I was little, I came to school, with Dora backpack full of sharpened pencils and eyes full of wonder. I found learning the alphabet didn't teach me to talk to the other kids. and my cootie shot didn't keep them from running away... And it hurt… 

Because i'm human, and being human means getting hurt sometimes, and not being accepted. I try to learn to ride my bike, but I keep falling.. and that hurts too..

As time goes on my body grows and my mind closes. I don't have many friends, and don't know how to act around the ones I have. I now know how to do complex algebra and take standard tests, focusing more to convince my teachers I know the material, than just studying… Because I DON’T know the place of every element on the periodic table, and I cant always remember to divide by pi.

I make mistakes; on my math tests, in my home, and with the kind boys I date, and I can do no right.

But that’s what being human is! Getting hurt, making mistakes. I had to fall 100 times but I learned to ride a bike, I now know that Radon is not a polyatomic ion because I got that wrong the first time. I know to stay away from the heart breakers, because I've been there... It took 1000 tries to create the light bulb… why should I be any different.

After all, I’m only human. 

Dark Matter.

It's hard to look up at the stars and think about the universe...
Think of an infinite amount of planets in an infinite about of galaxies, in a space that.. never ends, and never begins.
Maybe its easier to think about the sidewalks, or the trees, or ourselves for that matter... matter...
Matter is interesting isn't it? something that can never be destroyed.. only changed.
which means, our atoms, matter, and everything that makes us.. the singing birds, winding sidewalks, our chemistry homework!!
It all comes from those stars.  It all comes from out there..
"When most people look up at the night sky they feel small because the universe is so big... but I don't!  Because I know that my atoms came from those stars."

We may live in the universe... but more than that.. the universe lives in all of us..

I'd Like My Crayons Back Please

We live in a society where being intelligent comes before being creative

Forced to slowly become exactly like every one else.

Because, uniform people are easier to control.

The world tells us to be different  and unique, 

But then test groups of "Individuals" uniformly. 

So the smart can go to good colleges, and become lawyers or doctors

Making more money a year than an artist will see in their lives.  

The people in this world, that see it in full color...

Are the ones who are invisible to everyone else. 

We all need our crayons back, NOW!

The world doesn't ever change when everyone thinks the same. 

We live in a society where were no longer told to color in the lines.. 

But, not at all. 

Trying on hats

When you try on a new hat its like putting on a new personality, 

or getting a new dream.

but, what separates our dreams from whats real. 

and how do we differ from the unicorns?

what if we never achieve what we aspire to?

heads filled with dreams that ultimately lead to failures and regrets. 

live life with your eyes open 

so that you never miss and opportunity to become something great. 

so that dreams become more than just dreams, 

or, just pictures in someones head.

because having a new dream is like trying on a new hat

making that dream a reality is how we separate ourselves from the unicorns. 

Zombie Apocalypse

My pen name is Patient Zero..
because it's the first one to make something happen,
But not just anything, something worth remembering.
That makes you want to smile, cry or scream out at the top of your lungs!
If I could do anything in the world it would be to start the zombie apocalypse,
because its something monumental, unforgettable,
an uncontainable pandemic.
Wether I go down in history or go up in flames...
I will be remembered, I will be heard...