Math at 11

I was told by the sky about you and I
about how it feels when your feet sink through sun soaked sand
about how it feels for a freed bird to fly

I was told by a rock how humans mock
mock things they don't understand
mock things they are afraid of
I was told by a mocking bird how humans are deaf

lying there and staring at the sieling wait for a sleepy feeling

I've tried so hard with that situation, and have gotten nothing in return, I'm done. You screwed my feelings and efforts into the ground fuck you.

On another note. I have not done my reading, I have been smoking, not eating right, and not working out...who am I?
fuck if I know.
Still no response from the doctor on what's been going on with my digestion. cool.
I'm stuck in a rut of things I know aren't good for me, yet I do them anyway.
I spend too much time on the computer and too little time on being outside and doing schoolwork. I feel like such a debbie downer lately. :( I'm sorry.

I am a rock

You can drop me off here
No, no, don't worry I'll be fine
all I need is a good idea and a single dime

I can walk for miles I have no fear
the clouds the sky the birds how sublime
I vow to take in such surroundings as if I were a mime

Oh my dreams they seem so near
I want to ride I want to jump I want to read,learn,dance, and climb
I want to drink the tart juices of life like I would from a fresh lime

lets go surf

I stand to let it seep
saturate my pores with invisible things
warmth touches my skin my cells my atoms my eternal being
excites me with thoughts of things to come
molds the loneliness of winter into the thawed sweetness of spring
fix my posture
stand up straight
look up
slowly close my eyes

i stand to let it seep
saturate my pores with invisible things
warmth touches my skin my cells my atoms my eternal being
I close my eyes
dreams carve the contours of my mind
the rivers of thought,
splashing the back of my eyelids with visions
visions of what I want to be
what I want to do
Where I want to go
flicking different pieces of the ideas of past present and future together
producing memories-
smells of sweet
smells of bitter
tastes of tart...
wait- a fleck of gold found
the arm of longing extends to pull it closer
the hand of want spreads to grasp the vague discovery
pastels begin to rearrange the textures, the lines, the shapes, the hues
oh, i see now,
i understand
i remember

open my eyes
take in a deep smooth breath of cool air
the sun shifts hiding its face behind a slightly transparent cloud
keep walking