I love fall.
No not for pumpkin spice lattes because I prefer Colt 45 and Tops rolling papers, but because of the change in weather. Don’t get me wrong, I love summer to the fullest, long days of nice sunlight and skateboarding. The one thing I love about living in Louisville, KY is the fact that we experience seasons. Many other people do as well but if you live out on Long Beach snow is a myth.
Any ways, entering Fall is always exciting. Its like opening a door to a road that allows you to see Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas. Not to mention that the weather slowly begins to cool down and the leaves change colors. Its all a sight to see and a wonderful experience. I feel like the reality of everything around me changed as well. Its like my surroundings are accommodating to the astronomical presence of Fall. Yeah I know, flowers die off and birds fly south but those are common things. Its hard for me to really explain my feelings towards this but to keep it simple and short, Fall is awesome.
So as many of you might know, I like to fly kites. Yes I said it and I back it up! I LIKE TO FLY KITES. So you wanna know what I decided to do tonight? I let the gas in the flame and let it fuel the metal engines in the rear as the vacuum began to suck. After the fuel has been implemented into the chambers, the particles disperse through out the system. They intertwine with the cells and BOOM! You have a flying kite!
I can’t believe I just gave that an explanation, haha! never mind that … but anyways!!! I am currently flying my kite in here in you know where! haha…. yeah
I’m literally in my room right now with the lights off, drinking luke warm coffee, and holding my bladder for some strange reason. This past week hasn’t been the best for me. I’m not sure why. I’ve been in this depressed state and I don’t like it. I remember when I read the book “The Secret” and learned that if you change your way of thinking, you will change your life. I guess lately since I haven’t been thinking positive happy thoughts, I’ve brought in all the sadness and negativity.
There are some days where I wish to feel like this but I think thats just from being so down and out. I;m good at covering it up though. The only time I open up about it is when I get on here or when I write a song.
You know that feeling you get after you sit around and entire summer and you notice that just in few weeks from now you got school? It sucks. What makes this situation odd is that I am viewing this as if I am still in high school and its mandatory for me to go.
I’m CHOOSING to go! I honestly don’t have to put myself through this but I gotta keep my Amazon Student Prime Account, lol! No seriously, I’m sitting on my back porch right now pondering how my summer has been. This summer literally flew by! It’s saddening but I’ve realized it’s like this every summer.
Each summer that comes around quickly disappears into the sunset. Then winter comes with large amounts of snow and a warm coffee shop for me to sit my ass down in. This little rant doesn’t come back down to me not having a life, but the life that I live. I always do this, sit around at the end of summer vacation wondering what I’ve done these past two months. I hit the rewind button and press play and what I see never disappoints.
It’s been a good vacation, one that I can sit back and play some good tunes that will remind me of those adventurous days. I’m not sure when school starts, nor have I signed up for classes, but I’ll tell you this; FALL IS COMING!
Now it may be a little to early to scream that one out but I love fall and all of the enjoyment is brings. I’ll be 22 in November and my mixtape is still on the way. How about that? Lol
Awwwe, Well Happy Anniversary to me!!!
WordPress sent me a notification telling me that 6 years ago today is when I created this blog. Surprisingly I remember the day I actually made this little piece of shit site. Keep in mind that I got like 20 other wordpress sites so I may be confusing the beginning of another site with this one’s, but lets just say I was thinking very creatively that day. All I wanted to do was put together a site that allowed me to write about whatever I had going on in my life and it would simply just match the name.
After a long 10 minutes of thinking (I had no patience then), the name Exploding Rock came into my head. I believe I was a junior in high school, or at least going into that year. Since that historical moment I have been “practicing” my writing. I say it like this because over time you see me slowly develop into a “good writer”. I’m not the best and am I nowhere near a professional, all though I do tell myself I’m the greatest.
I’m still trying to get over my “is’s”, “its”, and passive words, but that just comes from me not blogging as much as I should. Besides that, here we are 6 years later and still going at it with my post about life, poetry, and just much more nonsense that comes out of my brain.
Thanks for being a reader! Keeping Tuning in for more stuff that has nothing to do with rocks!
I’m not gonna stand up for black people in this Ferguson situation due to the fact that the only time black people want to come together is when something good or bad has happened to one black person.
Example: Barack Obama runs for office, EVERY black person stands up and supports him because he’s black and they want him to become the first black president. A lot of black people couldn’t cote because they’re convicted felons but they stood behind this man all the way until he got into office. Then what? Us black folk forgot and went right back to doing the same shit; destroying ourselves.
Example 2: Treyvon Martin gets shot by a Mexican. Black people all come together again to protest. For what? Because someone of another race shot and killed a black kid? Yes the situation was fucked up but the only reason why black folk got together was because the boy was black and they figured it was a racial issue.
Example 3: Michael Brown gets shot by a white cop. Black people go into an uproar. The reason this time? Because a white cop shot Mike Brown six times because he rushed him. What do us black people see? Another reason we should get together and destroy shit to show America we’re tired of these “racial issues.”
Why in the hell is it that we feel the need to come together to support one black person that fatally got shot but we can’t get together to uplift our damn people. Why can’t we stop violence in the hood, inspire young blacks that basketball isn’t life. Why can’t we bring education to the streets and teach people how to succeed in life? Black people don’t got the mentality. We’re brainwashed to think that when it benefits one of our kind, we need to stand up for them because they’re going to reach back out and help us. It doesn’t work like that and the day black people learn that becoming a nigga isn’t cool, is the day that black folk will prosper.
ps. Race isn’t even real.
I often ask myself when I am going about my day, “What is life?”
I mean, what am I really doing here? I wake up, take care of my hygiene, get on the computer and then skate. On days I got school, I’ll do some studying and may even knock out my homework but thats it. I am literally doing nothing that makes me feel like I have accomplished something. I used to daydream a lot back in high school of where I would be by the age of 22 or 23. Here I am 20, still living with my parents, have no car, no credit, or anything that can say “Hey, this man is finically stable.” I feel miserable everyday I get up and do shit. The only thing in life that makes me feel complete and content with life is skateboarding. Even with skateboarding I run into problems such as falling or the weather decides to switch up. I still have my family all in my ear saying that I should stop skateboarding and because some sucker ass lawyer but what fun would that be?
The point is, the idea…the dream…the whatever the hell I had when I was younger has fizzled away and I’ve become another product of the lower class society in America. I’m considered a rebel, a kid who has chosen to go against the system and is called a hipster. Yeah, I said it, but I look like a bum so the word Hipster doesn’t even cut it. More like another “nigga” walking the face of this earth. I’ve also come across a shit ton of conclusions, I’ll list them below,
- I’ve failed at life
- Have a hard time talking to females
- My family is against my dreams in life
- UPS hates my existence = my job sucks
- and a bunch of other shit I’d rather not name
The shit I’m naming off and complaining about is probably the same bullshit many other young adults are going through. But is it really like this? Are we supposed to suffer and work long strenuous hours, maxing out our mental capacity’s?! And for what?! What I am doing right now that is benefiting me in any way, shape or form? I’m fucking trying man…I’m fucking trying. Every time I turn around my dads in my face about his business, my mom is asking for money, and my sister is being rude to people by not speaking. Why can’t I simply have one good day? One day where I can just skate and come home to a meal and my lady making my favorite pie?
I remember asking my friend Danny what the meaning of life is. He told me that life is a blank canvas and you can paint anything. I thought about it and was like “Wow, I fucking suck at art.”