R.A.W.R. (P.Blog #5)

It exhaled after the first half of the forest was put into flames. It is holding back all it can not to burn down the other half. It inhales and exhales over and over again until there's an opening space between the tree tops in which fire could do no harm to the branches, whilst it launches into the sky. It's had more than enough. Almost no sense to hold it in any longer. Taking things out on the air is nothing near good enough. It proceeds towards the towns, towards the people. It torches the hearts of others in an attempt to mend it's own with the ashes. This makes sense to it due the lack of care it thought others had. Now, others' help hurts, their sympathy is sick, and their pity is overtaken by it's plumes of isolated pride. The torching has just begun, the ashes proving dissatisfying and were not as good as it thought they would be. The forest and all the inhabitants have been wiped out. Knowing later in time it'd have nothing left to burn, the beast shed it's first tear as it sizzled on the molten rock before him. This wasn't what he wanted anymore. To feel angry and hurt knowing that it denied the trust of others, it sits in its active volcano as the last of its kind, waiting for the place to blow. These types of flames when lashed out uncontrollably are only meant to destroy, spread and corrupt. Although when placed as the centered and controlled source (The sun, center of the earth) fire's only result is energy and life.

R.A.W. Ink (P.Blog #1)

Sorry reader, I have to be honest by saying it's excessively difficult to write with a pencil on paper. It's like speaking with a sore throat or playing a sport that's ball is low on air. Trying to pen spin with a pencil may also result in splinters. In fact, writing with a pencil is so horrible I waited 24 hours just to get a pen to continue this entry with this sentence. Something about the ink on the ball point tip that just glides effortlessly. Pencil seems to carve through paper like earth's plates do California. Ink is gentle whilst firm, and permanent. It shows effort towards what you write and that you're not scared to make non-erasable mistake.

There seems to be 3 things that have been inspired from the usual pen. One it's most likely why red sharpies were invented. What's better than corrections with a red pen? a thumb-sized, thick pointed paper leaking a series of red icons. From your 'paragraph goes here' marks to your 'lowercase' or 'period goes here' marks, it's noticeable and has forever changed proof-reading. Second, pens in English is a must but during math is a no Seeing x's and other corrections are better in English since it only shows growth in writing / reading skills. For math, where you're out to get the problems right? , not so much. Third: No.2 pencils are literally the number 2, mechanical pencils are fake pens, and ink > lead. Doing Pre-Calc with ink and no case of white-out in site.

R.A.W. Differences (P.Blog1)

 Discrimination, it's racism, it's sexist, it's homophobic, it's especially the triple k. It's all out of difference. People coming at each other for the sake of their difference. If a group can't be the same they gather the coerce to make one another change. We feel threatened by anything different because it is hard to accept any type of change. We tell ourselves 'NOO' and aggressively reject what's in front of us. Gays: Conflict the bible! Blacks: Dumb! Only play sports! Latinos: Immigrants! Asians: Communist! Jews: Cheap! Females: Stay in the kitchen!

That's just to name a few. It's all built out of stereotypes that are 50% accurate but as far as discrimination is concerned are 100% true. Just the reason as fake as they may be to reject others out of difference. It's out of our control, really. It sucks that we must make excuses to cover up our own resistance to change.

Tolerance < Truth (P.Blog 3)

The past doesn’t lie

Though just because I’m shy

Doesn’t mean I do not supply

The essence of pure truth, so listen you.

Be all ears because I have something to say here.

So much hatred of what’s different we can’t we can’t even think clear,

So much judgment by color we can’t even get to know each other.
I wish we could all exchange faces

So we could get to learn where one another’s place is

And speaking of places
isn’t it time we learned ours as people?
No ones more better/worse or fun/boring than another

Having a good day, good evening

Sleeping at 9 getting your rest up

Compared to staying up all night until 3,

Partying, getting messed up.
It’s not the only way to have fun

And if I’m the only one here that thinks this

I’ll tell you straight to your faces “I’m that one”

Hey, I’m Nate!

Instead of feeling your body bouncing to the deep bass

I just want to sit back chill and relate

On what you and I both like, and what you and I both hate

It never goes that great, since I’m just that quiet

Anyone else that knows me won’t deny it.

Got heavy on my mind everyone’s sudden tolerance of immorality

And to call them out on it is some-type of technicality

To think if I was the outgoing type, that’d be my personality

Hurtful, judgmental, that’s what they’d see

All I’m saying is the truth though, just those lies are so blinding.

Understand the truth is what I call you out on:

Why smoke? Why drink?

Why describe something as gay?

Why pressure your partner into going all the way?

You can break the condom so why not just wait?

Instead you risk being part of that STD rate…

Here’s the worst of them all that everyone’s disliking

Going on the Internet constantly trying

To be somebody no one but you is buying

Creating high school to adult problems for the long haul

Just because you don’t have the balls

To admit to some drama you didn’t mean to start at all.

So fake sarcastic round of applause

For the KIDS who get in fights at the terminal or mall

Just because of what they said on facebook, text or phone call.

Like I said, the truth is what I call you out on
I’m just being real
don’t call me intolerant as if I don’t know how to feel
raise by 5 females, that’s my Achilles heel
6’3” black man with a nice guy’s appeal.
According to the past nice guys finish last
but I’d rather finish loved than being an arrogant ass
so when ----heads take advantage of me ill let it pass
and just laugh to myself while I head to the next class

Heart to heart with my good friends, we all admit
people can just be broken with no fix
left with hands on work and no repair kit
so I won’t quit
If I keep trying and failing to convey the truth that’s fine it’s
one of the main reasons I’ve been in perfect silence
until now, since I’m determined.

Class POV: Assigned Writing #1

   I honestly think I have problems. Never with you but with everything else. In the city my happiness is extremely limited. Is yours? You never make it seem that way. I'd sure as hell love to move but there are two problems. You'll probably stay here, and the deadlines for out of state colleges flew right by my head.        It looks like you have decisions, and things to directly figure out. I can't get myself up to feeling like that although my acceptance to two colleges may vary, i'm still gambling so that's probably why. I am good at what I do, getting into college will make me even better whilst you show no doubts, which I admit jealousy of..

   Down south the air is clear and clean, I COULD breathe so much happier and  WOULD be so much happier with you. Everything here is congested and tight, consistent denim, gigantic glasses and hats hovering over people's heads whilst those occasional ridicules of my fit jeans. It's ridiculous sometimes, the city. Don't get me wrong the south is never exactly a safe haven for a northern african american but the overall hospitality down there people can have is out of good faith. The city especially places like New York can be pretty unaccommodating, you could be walking down the street bump someone on accident ~ "Hey watch your ass." You'd be the one keeping me from doing something stupid. You'd be the one to remind me it's not all that bad.

    You help me in more ways than you think by just being there, but there's only one thing that stops me from loving you. You love people that love the way you look. You like the things they think they like in return. You feed the essence and definition of fake and to be honest, I would never want to get to know you because you don't even know who you are. I may have problems but its nothing the truth can't unmask and control, which goes for the both of us. You get all over the place in this train of thought, you think the truth is ugly, negative, and disturbs your sleep. What you don't know is that it wakes us up, but since you've never appeared to be the wake-up call type i'll leave you to continue sleeping.