Broken Dreams Boulevard


This is my Boulevard of Broken Dreams. I walk alone, I walk alone. I have to watch my steps now because the tree roots are beginning to tear up the road. There used to be people staring down through the building windows at me, now it is only the strangling branches of life. There is no one here but me. I walk alone, I walk alone.

I can see through a shop display my old grand piano, it too is run over by plant life. But I can hear music and people inside the shop, I want to join them, to get in. I can't. The building is locked and I continue on. I walk alone, I walk alone.

The road soon forks into two, and on the right, I can almost see through the mist a girl, playing the guitar and singing quietly to herself. I watch her for a moment and then turn to the left road. I walk alone, I walk alone.

Soon, down this road I find that the shops are more lively. As I peer through the store windows there are great stories taking place inside them, masterpieces even. But one by one, the characters in each tale soon freeze and stare at me, waiting. I move on. I walk alone, I walk alone.

The clouds get darker, and it begins to rain. The puddles form in my destroyed road. As I'm walking I avoid a large puddle... But as soon as I have successfully passed it, I turn around and slam my feet into it. The water sprays my face and I smile. I walk alone, I walk alone. 

The buildings on the road eventually begin to deteriorate to nothing. The broken road ends in a small circle, with a yellow sign in the middle that says, DEAD END. I go to the center of the circle and sit crossed-legged, waiting. Alone.

Thinkin' About You!

Its hard to think about what I'm going to do or say when I ask you to homecoming.
I found this little card at Walmart with weird bunnies on it, but on the front it said
"I'm Thinkin' About You!"

I laugh to myself, I am thinkin' about you...
In fact, I'm thinkin' about you just like all these cards think about being cheesy
Just like a spinny-hug thinks about being queasy

And like a teenager thinks about catching those free Z's

Heck girl I'm thinkin' about you like ukuleles think about beaches
Like tastebuds think about those sweet Macana peaches
And just like women think about going back to Venus

Girl, I tell ya, I'm thinkin' about you so much I don't know what to do
I'm thinkin' I'm maybe thinkin' about falling in love with you
I really hope your thinkin' about me too

What is Love?

Love is capturing the moment, and then holding on to it. Love is learning to play an instrument.
 Love is wandering your way through the shadows to find the light. And love is being lostLove is a wish, a hope, and a curse. Love is a 240 Ton freight train barreling at 80 Miles-Per-Hour and will not be stopped. Love is The Force, there's a good side and a bad.


Love, is in the rain. Love is a teardrop or two. 
Love is a prison while at the same time a paradise. Love is dancing when there's no music and crying because of joy. Love is the opposite of the rest of the world. Love is whatever someone makes of it. So, love is all yours. Embrace it.

On Writing

I'd say in the world of writing, that there are two milestones that every adventurer must overcome to be great.

First, if your a writer, then write! I've met too many stinking writers that either don't show me anything they've written, or they haven't written anything at all, usually both. Almost every successful creator that I've ever met, not only has an idea journal, but actually has good ideas inside of it. A writer, truly, is just an observer of life. Inspiration for your writing is everywhere, in fact, your breathing inspiration right now. The key that makes a writer separate from everyone else is paying attention, and then writing it down. Basically, search for the reasons and motives behind the world, try to make some sort of a metaphor out of everything. And then, the most important thing, the part that separates the man from the wimp, is writing it down.You think your a big macho guy and that you'll be able to remember something because it was so awesome, well guess what, you won't! DON'T ARGUE YOU'RE NOT AN ELEPHANT! So... Write it down. Then hey who knows, maybe a fantastically sweet character or a whole story will come from a little, small observation. So take this... "Inspiration Book" EVERYWHERE. Make it small enough that it isn't cumbersome, but not small enough that it feels ridiculous to write in. Use it everywhere. The best times to write in this inspiration book will actually be the times that you would usually be bored during the day. For instance, on a bus or sitting in a particularly easy class. Any time is a good time, in fact, all the time is a good time!

The second milestone that every writer has to overcome, allot, is the infamous Writers Block. The biggest mistake that writers make when they are gathering ideas to get out of Writers block is that they find themselves in an empty room staring at the ceiling. I mean, I can see this when you already have ideas and need a place for peace and quiet concentration, but for gathering new ideas? Its the stupidest thing I've ever heard. Like I said before, inspiration is all around you, embrace it. But oh no, here comes another problem, say you take my advice, but all the sudden your getting inspiration for a Comedy Romance when originally you were writing an intense Sci-fi. So? your saying you'd rather shun inspiration so you can write one thing at a time? Good luck. But in my opinion, you'll come back to the sci-fi. take what the inspiration the world gives you and regurgitate it into several stories that are awesome, instead of just one.

Amen.