His Happiness

I wish he was happy.I know with his dead brothers birthday and his grandmother’s health slipping away that it’s hard to be happy. I’m trying to stay positive and I’m trying to get him to smile, laugh, something besides the way he is now.

It breaks my heart to see him in such a way, he’s usually so positive. I have cried over him because of his sadness I want to be there for him but he always tries to act strong, stronger than he actually is.

I love him and I just want him to be okay.

Everything will work out.

Love always,

Wonder 

On the point of Teenage Deaths..

I wonder if teenagers realise how fragile they are, that they are not invincible in this cruel world.

I wonder if someone would be able to forget their boyfriend/girlfriend that died in a car crash, let’s say they had been together for 5 years.

How could you move on and forget about that person that you dated for 5 years?

What about the teenager that died lived a life that would not be remembered because of human standards?

Who makes these standards for humans and why do we have them today?

I am

A dreamer,

With a voice to share.

A musician,

With music to bear.

A writer,

With ink to blare.

I am the eyes that say everything,

Yet I am the voice who says nothing.

I am the WonderDreamer.

Am I a Wonderer or am I a Dreamer?

Are they two different things or the same concept?

Is not the way the Wonderer has curiosity about the world and the way that the Dreamer has the fond hope to change it.

You are either one or the other, or on very few occasions a WonderDreamer, like me.

I see the world and I feel the world and once you do both, the way you see the world changes forever.
–WonderDreamer

Him

I liked him and I loved him.

He was within my reach and I could’ve taken the chance.

But I didn’t.

He made me smile and feel alive, like I was an actual person.

He’s with another girl I know well and she looks happy, and he also looks happy..

I loved him and I liked him,

But now he’ll never be mine,

He’s kissed that girl right in front of me,

I feel my heart breaking, bit by bit.

I loved him.

And now he’s gone..

–Wonder

What I notice

A girl in class sits next to me. She is crying, hushed whimpers can be heard if you listen closely. Her hands are all that holding her together. she is the epitome of sadness.

I feel myself reach out to her, feel my lips open to ask, ” What is wrong? Is there anything I can do”

But then I remember and I know exactly what is wrong with her and there is absolutely nothing I can do.

You’re really with a Marching Band

Things they don’t tell you about the Marching Band

1. The band bus is loud
2. You will get sweaty on the band bus(I always bring deodorant)
3. Not all drum majors are mean and strict(we get special edumacation, it’s all good)
4. Band members will be referred to as family and some band members date(incest!!)
5. The band director usually wants what’s best(unless the band director is terrible like the one I had in 6th grade)
6. Band competitions are stressful and you will cry
7. If there’s anything I’ve learned from marching band it’s: “TREE!!!”
8. There’s always that one kid with the good luck mojo(Me!!)
9. Watch out for hills, they hurt like hell
10. No matter how bad you think you messed up always remember that you will never be the kid who messed up the Star Spangled Banner during a Veteran’s program

  -Wonder

Some People in my Class Need an Actual Education

I often like school (With the few exceptions of some classes) but I must tell you of what I deal with everyday throughout this school ordeal. People are speaking loudly while our dear substitute is on the phone, I hear this ghetto/streetslash play throughout the room and our class is not allowed to listen to music because last time that my class did they did not finish their work. ( I have no earbuds right now to listen to some of my jam:(

There is a girl complaining of how terrible she did on the quiz and she was just talking throughout the whole time she was watching the video.

There is too much noise and I just wish our class would stop being so disrespectful and I wish there would be someone in my class who would take control and make them stop.I know that maybe I should do something but I’m not really the person to do that.

Is there anyone that knows of anything I can do to make my class stop being so disrespectful or does anybody know of any tips and tricks to deal with such classmates.

Also, the guys in my class are perverts and I really dislike them when they try to flirt. I normally ignore them but they are still annoying.

–Wonder 

 

A Description of this Morning’s Weather

The sun rose slowly in the sky,like the way a runner does when on a hill. The morning blue sky was painted by streaks of gold from the lingering ghost of the sun, trees were changing from their emerald green to a passionate ruby red or perhaps a golden brown.

A family had planted a bunch of trees in their yard and though they were tiny and fragile children, they too were facing the change of the seasons even though a few had not succumb to the changes.

I could feel a calm and soothing aura, definitely a good sign for the events of today and I hoped with everything in me that today would be great.

– Wonder 

Pokémon Childhood

Like other young children growing up in the 2000’s, I remember watching generation one of Pokèmon with Ash,Misty, and Brock on VHS. I remembered Pokèmon names and episodes where so and so happened, as I’m sitting here reminiscing  and I recall the episode where Ash, Brock, and Misty stumble upon a patch of wild Pikachu and Ash’s Pikachu starts to play with the other wild Pikachu and starts to be happy being with it’s own kind and so Ash is like: “Be free with your kind,” or something like that, and I remember that when I was a young child I cried my eyes out.

By the way what’s everyone’s favourite Pokèmon?

 I like Charmander and Abra.

That’s all for today, everybody have a good day.

Sayonara 👋

–Wonder 

Hello!

I began writing this not just so I could share my thoughts but because I was told that I needed to open up more and so here I am scrawling my few thoughts on this internet canvas.

My age is between mature and childish in the way that I am a kid at heart but still having to face the challenge of having to be mature  because that is what’s expected for me. I live in a place that is small and usually goes unnoticed. I hope to leave and become someone that will be remembered.

I’m in the marching band and I play melephone. Our show was an Earth,Wind,and Fire and I have a competition on Saturday.

I’m good at English but I’m terrible at math and science in school.

I am what you would call an Otaku and I would like to join a cosplay company, is there such a thing?

I guess that’s all that needs to be known about me.

Thank you for reading this blog and I hope you have a good day/night

-Wonder