War of art

I've always wanted to write a book but for some reason I get halfway and give up. Then like a year later I try again and I have this cycle and it's called resistance.

I think of all thee other things I have to do and end up not doing what I want to do. So I need to Change my habit of resistance and just go for it and don't let society or myself hold me back. 

You can do what you want to do as long as you have determination and persistence.

Random memories

I Remember when I learned how to brush my teeth in first grade

I remember when my brother said I couldn't take my shirt off cause I'm a girl

I remember the first time I swear I stubbed my toe on my scooter 

I remember my first surgery when I was eight

I remember when we played house in the backyard and leaves were money

I remember quitting piano cause I hated practicing 

I remember when my brother slept walk and pee'd on the cupboard 

I remember watching jungle book every night

I remember being afraid of the dark

I remember when u couldn't see the floor of my room 

I remember getting chicken poxs

I remember when I didn't need an alarm clock 

I remember holding my pee all through elementary 

I remember going to the library with my family 

I remember when words on pages scared me

I remember thinking I was gonna be an Olympian 

I remember daring a guy to kiss a girl and he did behind the dumpster

I remember night games every summer night

I remember my eye sight being perfect 

I remember when books where enemies 

I remember when the only swear words I heard came from my mom and dad

I remember when my brother babysitting and unplugging all the phones so we couldn't call mom and dad

I remember having quiet time on Sunday's 

I can't remember my family being normal 

I remember all my hospital visits 

I remember when friends ment escape 

I remember prank calling 

I remember icecream trucks and there creepy drivers 

I remember when money seemed easy 

I remember when I had to ask for rides

I remember when school wasn't a burden

I remember the first time I sluffed 

I remember when social media was webkinz 

I remember saving up for every toy I bought 

I remember how I became responsible 

I remember when time was a dream 

Fatal crime

Return it or keep it

I bought a lizard over the break and I think it's dying, it's been on its log for two days and it won't eat. The crickets just die off in the cage. I'm lost, I've never owned a lizard. I think I've killed it..

Maps

My heart is the only thing that keeps on rooting for me 

The one thing that try's to not hold me back from my future plans

It's a map that can be crossed and be lead in any direction 

Blood tears with dirt

Left right left right we fight

For the writers lovers and the ones who have already passed

We breath so others can breath more

With our muddy boots and wet socks 

Straight lines we march non stop

Shoulders high with pride

Our lives are not to hide

But to fight

Fight those who have the nerve

Nerve to die for there country 

Short quick you breath 

Deciphering ever step

Ever bomb that awaits closer to death

But you continue on losing yourself in auto mode

Friends collapsing in your arms and tears of blood are shed

But you just got get up and keep on moving 

When you finally go home you have night terrors and your family cries for you

You yell "don't die hold on! Think of all the good things you'll leave"

When you come back to yourself, your holding your crying son.

But they know there's nothing they can do for except pray in hope.

Then you have to leave to war once again

And this time you cry twice as hard

And hope you take more steps then the last

Raised by WOLVES

Running barefoot long and far my feet grow old with one inch calluses 

Unleashed out of my cage

Free with glee 

No leash can stop me

I can smell the the trees sprouting

Really I can only see in the dark

High up on a ledge I sit

Howling at the moon

Making marks of this is my territory 

Hair blowing past me with some strays

White faced with rage

I jump into the sky 

Claws stretched ready to clench down

Gravity centers lost

I catch this prey that's under my nose

Show them it's time to die

Gnawing the pain I painted away 

Not everyone can rule the world

Now I hide cause my guilty pleasure won't stop raging out 

I was trained and unbehaved 

My pack took count on each of my preys 

I received very little of my effort

My coats thin but not dry 

My grudges are still there but not as gnarly 

I live for survival not necessarily life in general