Thank You

This is a shout out to all of the people who said my work is good I always felt as if my stuff was not being read. I felt that no one cared about what I said. so thank you. Now I am sorry if I did not comment on yours. I guess I am a tourist that way but in other ways I'm not. At least I did notice that you commented and i am truly greatful. I always felt good when someone saw my posts, so once again... Thank You.

I was lost but now I can see

Paris...
On the first day I laughed.
On the next I laughed again. 
I felt all these emotions all these feeling but the biggest was joy.
For the next six days i found out how hard it was to be a writer.
I saw the true feeling of how you had to work hard to get what you want.
Paris was where I tasted the forbidden fruit of creativity.
Where the pure juices flow now in my veins.
Paris is where I bought some cheap carrots but found my true prize of the waters where the fruit lie.
Paris is where I learned how not to be afraid of anything.
How I now know of death.
Every morning was a surprise.
You could never know what Paris would throw at you next.
The man next to me was always there helping me learn.
I watched the women with such talent that I wanted to cry.
Wandering Paris was the best thin for me.

I'm being punished

1 Whoa! You startled me. I wasn’t expecting you here.
2 It’s been a real day for expectations. Where were you? I’ve been waiting here for an hour. You didn’t leave a note or—
1 I wasn’t planning on going anywhere—
2 I can see that. Where’s your coat?
1 I left the house in a hurry. I… um… my mother…
2 The hospital reached you? God, I’m sorry. That’s why—
1 The hospital?
2 They called me when they couldn’t get you.
1 I don’t understand.
2 Your mother. You said —
1 I ran out to buy some flowers for her. She’s been so down.
2 For three hours you’ve been buying flowers?
1 And then I drove around. I’ve had… a lot on my mind. But I’m fine now. Fine.
2 You didn’t go by the hospital?
1 No. Look, I’m freezing. Let’s go inside. Why did the hospital call? Does the doctor need my signature for more tests?
2 We have to go to the hospital.
1 I’ve had a terrible—
2 We have to go to the hospital. Now. The rest of your family is already there.
1 Oh. Oh no. Mom’s all right, isn’t she? Oh, no , she isn’t. I’m being punished… she’s dead.

My good friend Kate

Is it to late
Just to state
That I hate
Being late
My good friend Kate
She beleived in fate
And she to did hate
Just being late
She was my mate
She was no plate
So please don't hate
On my good friend Kate.

Going home

Long days

It's been one of those long days, where it seemed to drag on and you are going nowhere. I feel as if I'm going no where. It took the advice of one of our classmates and decided to quit writing for you. Now I write for myself. I say what I want to say. And if you say that my stuff sucks, technically it's all a first draft and all of it should be crap, I would just say ya I should know I'm the one who wrote it. I am not going to put space in the text so it's not so intimidating. It's for me not you I write not you me me me. It's all mine. I feel like a kid who won't share. But it is mine so if you have any crap to say throw it at me, I have a crap shield and I'm not scared to use it.

How to get a girlfriend

1.leave the house.

tHiS iS mY pOsT tItLe

We could all be
Real happy
All we need
Is a little feed
A small start
A big heart
We need flesh and bone
Not a cell phone
To be free
To be me
To go there
To grow hair
We need to be on time
Not just online
We need to jump
In the dump
You need to
Just be you
Don't just put on a face
To impress your friend Jace
We need to be real
So we can all heal

Who's there?

Everybody is behind us, but who is everybody?

GTP

You have your doubts?
Me too.
God than asked, "And these efforts continue to this day?"
A chill ran down my spine.
I wish I didn't have to see her.
But if I got off track she was there to pick up the slack.
I didn't pay much attention though.
Then god said "you have put me in a difficult position."
He than said, "don't throw away any of your self, including her, always remember what I say."
Then I left.
As I was going I thought to myself, was I the last one to see her?

A long time ago

I REMEMBER, I remember when I almost drowned at 7 peaks. I remember when I was Link for Halloween. I remember my old school canyon crest. I remember my first crush. I remember sledding down large hills for a school activity. I remember when I had to be shaved bald because cut my hair. I remember when I thought I could type fast but I was really just hitting buttons. I remember my mom making food... a lot of it. I remember when me and my little brother had a joined birth-day party, and I did not care because I was having a birth-day party. I remember when i made a website at middle school... I don't remember the name of it though. I remember my brothers pet goldfish and how I killed it by over feeding it. I remember when went to the bathroom at night and I fell asleep on the floor. I remember.

Short story

I felt my heart skip a beat as I witnessed the beast braking the crust of the earth. At that moment I went numb. All I could feel was the cold sweat running down my face

As it's full body came out of the ground I saw the full terror of this beast. It looked over at me with its dark piercing eyes. I quickly broke the gaze knowing that if I looked any longer it would have taken my soul. This truly was a hell beast

I drew my blade of light, the only weapon said to hurt such a thing. I took my first step of a long waiting. Everything seemed to shift with me as I started my progressing pace. The beast started move forward as I did.

I was now in a full sprint and the beast was moving fast as well, but when I got nearer I realized the beast was made up of what looked to be a dark fire. I knew what I had to do. I turned the blade into a liquid state and jumped...

Continue? Leave a comment saying so. If you did not like it say so just give me some feed back in what you thought.

1 W0rd

One word... It's all people need, it can start a war, end a war, break a heart, or have someone fall for you. It just all depends on what that one word is.

The question is, what is the word?

What is the word to convince him to not jump? What is the word to push him over the edge? Words, no just word. There are no words just a word placed next to another.

We all need one word, we all have one word. Our word is our name, or feeling, or something that describes us.

But what is yours?

Advise

Hey I have noticed that not a lot of people are commenting or looking at my posts, this post is me asking for some advise. What do I need to change? Is it boring? Is it to long? I just need to know what I need to do to fix it. Thanks for the feed back if any.

Order!

I GIVE YOU AN ORDER! An order to listen. No not make a noise and for once just open up to the sounds around you. Listen to the sounds of people's feet hitting the ground. To the sound of joy, fear, curiosity, anger. Just listen to the voice every person makes. Every sound they make, different from the next. Listen to your breath. To the songs that you can't hear. To the bus. To the teacher. Or even to a rock... Although people might think your weird. Why can't you just listen to all the small things. Nothing is a small thing. Listen to everything. Listen to your heart, listen to the rain, listen to the voices in your brain (sorry had to add that inside joke)

Tired

I'm just so tired. Why do we have to be tired. Why not just eat something and our fuel is back and we can keep going? Who wants to be tired? When I am tired I do not want to do anything at all. I do not want to write this. I want, I want, I want... that is it isn't it. That is all people do. Want. I don't want to want anything. Wait this is about me being tired isn't. but that's all I want. I want this post to be perfect. We can't be perfect and that make's us want it more. Enough wanting. but that's is a want to. Why want?

We all live to die

We all live to die but we all die to live.
 Whats the point on living if death just contradicts...
What is the point? 
We can't see the truth of life
We were all born to live
We were all living till we die.
We need to see it that way
We all need to live to die
When it does happen don't you want to be happy
Well I want to be happy.
When this is all it is we might as well be happy
Where do we get the happiness from.
Where do we get the happiness
Where do we get it
Where do we go
Where do we
Where do
Where

Favorite song

Numb


I'm tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless, lost under the surface
Don't know what you're expecting of me
Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes
(Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow)
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
(Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow)

[Chorus:]
I've become so numb, I can't feel you there
Become so tired, so much more aware
I'm becoming this, all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you

Can't you see that you're smothering me,
Holding too tightly, afraid to lose control?
'Cause everything that you thought I would be
Has fallen apart right in front of you.
(Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow)
Every step that I take is another mistake to you.
(Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow)
And every second I waste is more than I can take.

[Chorus:]
I've become so numb, I can't feel you there,
Become so tired, so much more aware
I'm becoming this, all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you.

And I know
I may end up failing too.
But I know
You were just like me with someone disappointed in you.

[Chorus:]
I've become so numb, I can't feel you there,
Become so tired, so much more aware.
I'm becoming this, all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you.

[Chorus:]
I've become so numb, I can't feel you there.
(I'm tired of being what you want me to be)
I've become so numb, I can't feel you there.
(I'm tired of being what you want me to be)

Held together

Sometimes we are stuck, and sometimes we just won't move. You could say these type of people are sometimes are in trouble or called stubborn, but now I think I will call them duct tape and bricks. We all get stuck, even on the simple things. Like this post I was stuck. I was tourist.. I slacked off this entire break, and I was stuck... Or was I being to stubborn to do it... I guess I am duct tape and a brick. Now the people that are un-moving or a brick, they have it harder. They kind of get a sick feeling of unaccomplished time waster. This can hence forth "can" make it harder to start moving. If you noticed I said can it could be harder for ether way. But why would we even go there. Why would we waste our time wasting time. It makes no sense. That's why I pulled my head out of my but and started to do some work. I do not want to be there any longer. Who would want to be there? "There" is a nasty place and I think all of you tourists, ya you to two post guy, should leave "there". We all need to leave there.

Black sky's

I sit back as the sky turns black
Thunder and lightning split the earth in half
Good and evil have both gone to hell
Smoke and sulfur is all you can smell
The dark lord broken
The all mighty cries
What happens to us when death died ?
Are skin starts rotting but we remain alive
Our souls lost forever ,in the sins of our pride.

Thinking, I'm thinking...

All I can think about is how I want my posts to actually be seen. I know someone's looking at them but they are not saying anything. That's all I can think of.

Whenever I post
i feel like the host.
But then I see
no one but me
have seen it.
Then I think
that I will sink
as a writer.
What shall I do
with all of you
When this little thought
makes me feel caught?
How blue I've been
Without any sin
And now we gather
But don't we rather
Just go and play
But trust me... I'm not gay

Comedian

I am listening to some comedy right now. I guess I am truly ROFL there are some really funny people in this world. My brother wants to be one and I don't care... Sadly.

He might be able to do good at it. But honestly if he did it I would not care. He can have some really good jokes he has made me laugh but you know I've heard it all.

Now I have the picture at the bottom and answering mr Nelson's question ya the pictures have nothing to do with my posts I just do it to make my posts more interesting... Well whatever.

The fear that you don't fear any thing

Now that would be a irrelevant fear, that is a stupid fear. I have to really try to make this one long and good so that people don't think I'm not trying... When I fear something I try to embrace it, except for spiders if you dare try to show one to me you will get hit in the face. Anyway with my fear of talking in front of a group of people, I hate it it is horrible to me. I shake I stutter I sweat really bad (now that I think about it that's also how I act around girls) I am actually afraid. But I do it anyway because I know it's the only way I could possibly get better at it.

I would hate to bore you my readers so I will tell a story. Once when I was little I had my head crushed by a 300 pound trailer rail. People ask me all the time how I'm not dead. The reason is because I was at a perfect age where my head was not to hard so it would shatter but it was also not to soft so that it did not squish my brain. I came out with no permanent damage.

Sorry that was irrelevant, I don't even know if anyone will read this. But if you do I do have fears... We all do. You may seem tough on the out side but for some of you if you saw a clown you would turn tails and bolt. I hope I did not bore you guys to much. Post soon (real soon)

What is love...

Baby don't hurt me don't hurt me no more... Sorry I heard that to much today but it really got me going on how easy it was for us to get hurt during love... Some people think that if you have love you are unstoppable. That my good friends is not true. All you need to do to love is scare it and you will defiantly feel the pain and hurt that love brings... At the end of all my posts I will be posting funny pics so here

Comments...

One, one comment! Don't get me wrong I don't want 10000 comments or views but you guys have nothing to say... Nothing at all. I thought someone would at least say, "Ya your poem sucked" but nothing. Are you guys just not liking anything or even disliking it...I am now updating this post because there have been more posts on things so keep them comin

I hate writing poetry

There are many things in this world that I just don't like doing... Writing poetry is one of them. I know I know I wrote one in my human thing, but I thought I should at least try.

Wait human?

I look around
And all I see
Are people like she and he
They're all the same
As him and her
Where's the change I think to myself
I then look down
And then I fear
That I'm no different
Then I think all again
Then I take my stand
Above the crowd
I then feel so one my own
I look around on last time
Then I see people like me
Standing out and all about
And that is how I know I'm human.

My intro to my blog

Hello to all, my PEN name is Nerim TYE... What is this a reference to you may ask, it is to nothing. I made it because it means something to me that only a select few will know. It is the name to my favorite superhero.

 You may now say "What I have not heard of this superhero I must find him" well you won't. Its my superhero. Ever since I was a kid I had a dream to become a superhero, what kid didn't.

 But as I got older I realized that was not going to happen, sooooooo I decided to make up adventures, I was still young, when I got even older I realized I like reading of other heroes. So now I want to write a book about my hero.

 The reason to my Elemental power as my title is also to my hero having power over some elements. I don't really think you guys care to much about that.

I need more to say I don't want my intro to be pathetic and stuff. I guess that is it but I don't know what else to say... BYE!!!!