High in the Sky

I don't know why, but I feel like writing a blog today. I think its boredom.
Sooo...

Has anyone ever wondered what happens to balloons after they float away? I was thinking about that today. Do they float forever? Do they pop under atmospheric pressure? Is there a ring of floating balloons floating around earth right now? When aliens talk about us do they say "Oh, EARTH? That CLOWN planet? How can I take them seriously with all of those BALLOONS flying every which way? Disgraceful."

Maybe that’s why aliens haven't visited us yet. They either think we're simpletons... or they're scared of clowns. If it’s the 2nd one I don't really blame them..

And if aliens DID visit I don't really believe that would be a good thing. And I don't know why people want to make "extraterrestrial" contact so badly. Obviously if they have the technology for interstellar travel, they could easily kick our asses. Hell, even their kid's play toys could probably kick our asses.
.. and thats all I have to say about space balloons


Yes, if you were wondering, that is usually how my pattern/train of thought works. Only usually its stuff like king kong vs giant squid, in some kind of cave. Which would be epic. Just saying.

Title has been changed due to apparent copyright to protect the innocent :p

It's cold outside
I watch you twitch
It's time again
To flick the switch.
Inhale smooth, exhale slow
Live the buzz
Before it goes.
Because when it leaves
Things come back
Memories, pain,
Like a heart attack.
Ashes try like snow
To dust away your sin
But grey can never be perfect white
So light me up again.

Before you ask, I wrote this poem about my dad. I still have yet to smoke anything.

I came on blogger and apparently now its the war of the worlds, so here's a poem to bring back the love :D

Lets chase the sunset
You and me
We'll make it last
Endlessly.
Faster, faster, down the road,
We'll speed after
The sun's abode.
Over the hills,
And through the stars
Running lights
And chasing cars.
Even if we should become
Overtanken by the moon,
At least I know I tried
To preserve this perfect moment with you.

Crashing Down

Can we pretend that airplanes
In the night sky
Are like shooting stars
I could really use a wish right now...

Grace

Taylor- I wanted to show you the video I made for the fundraiser but since the school blocks youtube I'll just put it here lol.

Soul Soup

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7...
All good children go to heaven
A city of gold and dazz-ling' lights
Love, not war: an end to fights
Angels flying to and fro
Always having a place to go
And then theres Him, on His throne
Watching His people sing in sweet tone
So different from the world today
Where we lead ourselves into dismay
By our twisted actions and ideals
Image-obsessed, detatched from whats real.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7.
There's no such thing as a mirror in heaven..



"He who has an ear, let him hear." (Revelation 13:9)

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I feel so out of the loop. No one ever posts coded messages to me on blogger. LAME!!! Haha just kiddinggg.