Oh the joy of us

Reading, writing, and the will to express

All the sorrow and pain of our troubled souls

All time high and the many all time lows

This class has been so unique and so special

A place to ignore our mind’s constant wrestle

A place to let our hearts explode all over the pages of our notebooks

To let a sliver of light into the darkest corners of our lives

It changes our opinion, our views, and all of our outlooks

Those who embrace the darkness will truly thrive

To know the feeling of happy and sad

To know the feeling of up and down

To know the feeling of here and there

To know the feeling of them and that

We live to experience the reality that others mold for us

At least, that’s what we are expected to do

Why must we live in a world created by others

Why can’t we create our own worlds and our own stars

Why can’t that girl be the center of our universe

Why can’t that boy be the stars in our lives

We are different

Oh the joy of being different

This class proves that

You thought I was writing a poem and then it changed

What did you expect

Being different is a gift

So leave this class feeling a little different and little scarred because honestly

You’re better off this way

Oh the joy of us

This class has taught me to love all of us

Not to judge people by the color of their skin but by the content of their character

Please be different and have joy while you express that side of you

Oh the joy of us

The Heart is a friend, lover, and enemy. In my life it has been all three. It has led to me making great plays in football and pushing through hard trials to become a better person because of heart and the will to be better. It has allowed me to feel deep affection towards people. It has allowed me to love. It has allowed me to hurt. To feel happy and to feel hurt. I feel like my heart is like those little beads that are hung in a doorway. When it first is created it’s all cheerful and fun to go through and looks good. As more people pass through a bead falls off and is taken away. Then suddenly someone comes through and grabs onto the beads thinking it’s a good time and they all come sliding off. These beads now lie on the floor tripping and slipping up all those who try to enter that doorway until eventually they are cleaned up and you are removed from the doorway and are replaced. It’s painful, it’s fun, it’s sad, it’s happy. Don’t be that person who pulls on the beads. Be the person who hangs them up.

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I am a clown and it fits and I am okay with that. We’re all clowns in some way. This clown is just named Isaac Powell 🙂

Thank you for following this journey

My one fear. My only fear that is actually fearful. That fear that fears other fears because it feels fearful. Is the fear of only being able to fear the fear of fearing. It’d a circle that I am stuck in. The fear of being fearful of fearing. Oh to fear one thing and only that thing but to fear fear itself is to run away from life forever.

Hello.

Now this image speaks truth. This man dressed in animal hide is exactly the perfect resemblance of the United States of America. Absolutely crazy. The man pointing a gun at the man is the rest of the world. We are going to be put down because we all look like we’re on crack. Especially with this election. Riots will happen and civil unrest will present itself. Yet, we’re smiling through all of it like mentally insane people. Which is okay.

And I’m proud to be an American
Where I snort lots of cocaine
And I won’t forget my drug dealer
Who gave that blow to me
And I’d gladly stand up next to him
And defend him still today
‘Cause there ain’t no doubt
I love this man
God Bless my drug dealerrrrrrrrrr

Discarded, Thrown Away, Rejected, Disregarded, Discarded

Nobody wants you, you have zero friends

You look forward to when this life finally ends

Used up, scribbled on, no purpose indeed

It’s time to go, it’s time to leave

To the shredder, you useless paper

I’ll smile and wave, see you later

Hear the crinkle your skin sounds

Gives me the chills, my heart pounds

I’m only six and this is a game

It’s not personal, you’re just lame

Proof of insurance, birth dates you see

If it’s not colorful, it doesn’t matter to me

Goodbye paper, you were a blast

Now onto the next paper at last

DISCARDED

Nobody can see the potential you have in store

DISCARD THEIR DISCARDING

Now this is quite the quality stock photo. A futuristic looking woman is looking at a fresh ear of corn through her visor thingy. This tells quite a lot about the future. First, this woman looks interested in the corn as if she has never seen it before. This isn’t what corn normally looks like naturally as all the corn we eat today is genetically modified to the point where it is larger and tastier. Maybe in the future corn is modified genetically even greater than it is today and the look and shape of corn we know today will be an oddity in the future. What might that corn look like in the future? Bigger? Different color? Maybe we won’t even know what corn looks like in the future. Or any food that is. In the future will we be eating from packets and containers? If that is what the future will be like I am excited to die before then.

I am your bones. Clinkin’ and Clankin’ around all the time. Why do you always do what you want and not what I want? I’m thankful you haven’t broke me but should I be saying that? I want you to have fun but be careful. The ribs tell me how much your heart cries out in pain and your brain can’t hear the screams because of the meat muffling and blocking them. Stupid lungs. Stupid throat. Your heart joked about attacking itself??? Not cool man. You gotta fix some stuff. If the meat stops working then I’m left alone inside a coffin all by myself. I have feelings too. I’ll always be here for ya. Love ya

-Bones

Bricks make up buildings. We all find this to be true. We like our Bricks. Solid, reliable, single use Bricks. They don’t necessarily do much besides sit there. They’re just Bricks. But, why do we call it a Brick. What does Brick mean? Brick means Brick. Wood means wood. Yes means yes. No means no. What a life to live in. A boring life. Be the person in life that can make Brick mean wood or yes mean no. Challenge science, challenge life. Why are we here? To be a Brick of a human and just do what we’re expected to do. Or can we tilt our heads a little and view things a little stranger. Maybe, look at that Brick and see a canvas, a weapon, a paperweight, brass knuckles, binoculars, a pillow, a crunchy snack, a projector, a pencil holder, a baseball. Perceive life to be something more than a Brick. It’s our choice to decide what type of Brick we want to be.