The Red Wheelbarrow

The Red Wheelbarrow
By William Carlos Williams


so much depends
upon a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white
chickens.

I don't know why I like this poem but I do, it's simple and short. So it makes it easy to read.

Jealousy

"How do you know if you are going to die?"
I begged my mother.
We had been traveling for days.
With strange confidence she answered,
"When you can no longer make a fist"

-Making a fist, by Naomi Shihab Nye

This poem makes me jealous, I wish I could write like that, I wish I could express in words how this writer did.

My passion

My passion is the outdoors. My favorite thing to do is to go backpacking. In my spare time I'm always planning for the next trip. I try to go as often as I can. I just can't get enough of the high altittude and the fresh air. There's something awesome about being able to carry all the stuff you need for a weekend on your back. I guess that feeling is independence. Independence from other people, from society, from the world.
In the wilderness you have time to yourself, away from the noise of the world. There's time to just sit and think. And that's what I love about it.

Sleep, and my unconcious

There are two parts of the mind: The conscious, and the unconscious. It's easy to recognize my conscious thoughts. But my unconscious is different. It's hard to understand your really deep desired and such. In the old days, therapists would analyze your unconscious by learning about your dreams. I don't believe that there is any relationship between my desires and my dreams. But some dreams I wake up from and am dissapointed that I have to go through the day. I wish I could sleep all day.

My bones

My bones are always trying to tell me something. I just don't know what. It's something important. Something hard to remember, like trying to remember a dream after you wake up. But it's more important. It's life changing. I sure hope I find out soon.

Fears

Afraid. I'm afraid of being a horrible writer. I'm afraid of bad grades. I'm afraid of failing tests. I'm afraid of being lazy. Of not reaching my full potential. I'm afraid of being ordinary. Of being like everyone else. I'm afraid of not helping people. Of not standing up for what's right. I'm afraid of not making good choices. I'm afraid of becoming too attached to my phone. I'm afraid of being too attached to anything. I'm afraid of working too much. I'm afraid of a lot of things...

I'm thinking about you like...

I'm thinkin about you like Japan thinks about the rising sun
Like the sun thinks about rays,
Like rays think shadows

I'm thinkin about you like sharks think about swimmers,
Like swimmers think about the ocean
Like the ocean thinks about ships

I'm thinkin about you like man thinks about death
Like death thinks about old people
Like old people think about being young

I'm thinkin about you like trees think about seeds
And seeds think about trees