Experiment #9

Love at its finest ladies and gentlemen.

Experiment #9

Science

1. Get out all of your measuring cups, squeezey thing, and ingredients
2. Take three drops of substance 1, and place in cup 1 full of white powder
3. Take three drops of substance 1 and place it in cup 2 full of brown rocks
4. Take three drops of substance 2, and place it in cup 1 full of white powder
5. Take three drops of substance 2, and place it in cup 2 full of brown rocks
6. Now stir each cup for 1 minute
7. Record your results

• Substance 1 which was dropped in white powder produced no results.
• Substance 1 which was dropped in the brown rocks produced no change. 
• Substance 2 dropped in the white powder, when stirred the substances would not mix. They stayed separate.
• Substance 2 dropped in the brown rocks produced no results. 

That was a waste of an hour to find out one stupid little thing I could have done in my house. 

School ROCKS!!!

Big Reveal #10

What does my pen name mean?

It is a combination of memories that I will cherish forever. Chap. 2 grades older than me. All I knew

about this kid was that he had a really weak stomach. McDonald's was his enemy. His famous quote,

'Nope guys and I can't play basketball, I need to go home..' He got his mission call to Taiwan. All his

friends left in the summer. He put his papers in and he had to wait until October. So him and I became

good friends. We made JCW's run during school. We played basketball anytime we could find an

open church. We became really good friends, and someone I could trust with a lot.


Hansen. My next door neighbor, John Hansen. We've been neighbors for as long as I can remember.

He was also 2 years old than I was, so I was the annoying little kid trying to play with the big kids. I

got left out in a lot of things. Especially when it came to girls. But there is one thing that I could

always count on John to do with me, was play Pokemon and play basketball. He had every Pokemon

game ever imaginable. He wasn't amazing at basketball, but he could ramble off any fact for any

basketball player ever known. He recorded my voicemail and I still listen to it weekly. Hello, this is

Kyle Keith Porter. Former full-back of the B team. A teacher in the Aaronic priesthood. John 3:16

helped me through a hard time in my life. Sorry I couldn't come to the phone. If this is Marley call me

back.

My shoes #11

My shoes have been a lot of places.
They've been to Florida, Bahamas, St. George, Vegas, New York, Boston, San Fransisco, Utah. They've walked, ran, sat, and sprinted.
They've covered one of my insecurities.
They've been with family, friends, and loved ones.
They've witnessed happy times, sad times, horror, tragedy, sorrow, despair, excitement, and love.
They are good secret keepers.
They are always someone you can count on to talk to.
But they are just rubber.
It would be kind of weird to talk to shoes.

Shoes #11

They walked on the moon.
They took America to world supremacy.

I Remember #12

I remember when....

• The US gained independence from England
• The Declaration of Independence was signed
• The Civil War split the nation in 2
• The Emancipation Proclamation sought for equality
• Jim Crowe laws ran rampant in the South
• WW1 broke out and US finished it
• The Roaring Twenties were where the best parties were found
• The original Black Friday being horrible
• The Great Depression to homes and families by storm
• The New Deal created jobs
• President Franklin D. Roosevelt sought to change the spirits of Americans
• The Japanese bombed our home front
• The US entered the second World War
• The concentration camps where exterminated and Hitler fell
• The women took the industrial field by storm
• Black fought for equal rights and won them
• Drugs, free love, and music was found every where
• Big hair was in style
• The US was attacked by terrorists
• The iPhone came out
• Steve Jobs, Michael Jackson, and Robin Williams died
• Gays and lesbians fought for marriage laws

What does the rest of our future hold? 

Jeffery L. Ames: In Remembrance #12

Little Talks #13

Hey! Hey! Hey!
I don't like walking around this old and empty house
So hold my hand, I'll walk with you, my dear
The stairs creak as you sleep, it's keeping me awake
It's the house telling you to close your eyes

And some days I can't even dress myself
It's killing me to see you this way

'Cause though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

Hey! Hey! Hey!

There's an old voice in my head that's holding me back
Well tell her that I miss our little talks
Soon it will be over and buried with our past
We used to play outside when we were young
And full of life and full of love.

 Some days I don't know if I am wrong or right
 Your mind is playing tricks on you, my dear

'Cause though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

Hey!
Don't listen to a word I say
Hey!
The screams all sound the same
Hey!

Though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

Hey!
Hey!

You're gone, gone, gone away
I watched you disappear
All that's left is the ghost of you.
Now we're torn, torn, torn apart,
There's nothing we can do
Just let me go we'll meet again soon
Now wait, wait, wait for me
Please hang around
I'll see you when I fall asleep

Hey!
Don't listen to a word I say
Hey!
The screams all sound the same
Hey!
Though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

Don't listen to a word I say
Hey!
The screams all sound the same
Hey!

Though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

Though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

Though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

Monster and Men. 

The argument with the heart. 

Heart #13

               I am in a classroom with every seat full. The classroom become smaller and smaller and the

 students less and less. There are only 2 people left. The room increases to normal size and turns into 

a conference room. The other person in the classroom was a girl. Her brown hair with blonde 

highlights was not easily mistaken. I saw her across the room and started towards her. As I walked 

towards her she got farther and farther away. She then transformed into a yellow sundress with a hat 

running through a garden. Like one of those nice ones in England. I sprinted afterwards just seeking to know her name. We

 chased each other for what seemed to be hours. Every time I would get in front of her, I would notice a new and beautiful

 quality about her. Her eyes were like the sea when changing to the shallow sandy floor into the coral reefy forest. Her lips 

were a thin and the color of pink rose. Then she disappeared. Into thin air like the desks and classmates. I spent the next 

several moments searching the entire garden. Not a single thing. I place my head in my hands and close my eyes. I feel water 

on my knees. I open my eyes, stand up and look around. I am on a beach with nothing around me. There is no boardwalk,

 beach homes, or people. I turn around to take in the scenery and there she is. Standing next to me in a white dress and she 

had something in her hand. I could tell it was a pinkish red because it was just bigger than her palm. She outstretches her 

hand is handing me something. I hold out my hand and she drops something in. It was warm, wet, red, and beating. I felt a 

bulge in my chest. I reached in and felt the same thing that this girl had just given me. I pull out my heart and give it to the 

girl. She smiled and disappeared.

 I woke up. I cried. 

The realization that the most beautiful creature is out there somewhere with my heart.

I don't even know her name. 

Real Talk Real Life #14

#REALTALK

Parents are supposed to be there for you. 

They are supposed to kiss your boo boos and cheer you up after a long day. 

They are the ones responsible for making you feel purpose and love. 

They are supposed to teach you how to ride a bike, they are supposed to help you with your homework, and they are supposed to take you out on fun filled days every once and a while. 

Parents are supposed to make you a yummy breakfast before the first day of school.

They are supposed to drive you in blizzards.

They are supposed to pay your school fees, a trip to an amusement park, or a graduation gown and cap.

They are supposed to excuse your absences when school has only gotten harder since they attended. 

They are supposed to remember how hard it was in high school and that they didn't want to go to school either. 

They are supposed to cut you some slack when you want to stay out later on the night of prom. 

They are supposed to make you feel safe. 

They are supposed to make you feel like you are someone special and will make a difference in the world.

They are supposed to make your life worth living. 

The word 'supposed to' isn't in my parents vocabulary. 

Real talk. It really sucks. 

#8

Fears #8

My fears include; scorpions, sticky surfaces, and dirty cars.

Marines, Cops, and Kidnappers.

Lost-love, Being alone, and Never amounting to anything.

Losing her, disappointing my family, and eternal sadness.

Which are the worst? It depends on the situation.

When faced with a scorpion in my path, how can I think about anything else?

When a cop pulls me over and the sunk feeling in my stomach, I would say that pretty back.

Lost-love, That truly is pretty bad.

Which is the worst of all?

I don't know.

I'm not a robot.

Do I wish I was though?

Robots don't make mistakes. 

Who wouldn't want to be a robot?

Robots know everything.

They also have no emotion.

They can't feel pain of a breakup. 

Or the abuse of a bully. 

They don't cry.

Being a robot would be so much easier.

But he they never feel the warmth of a hug.

Or the excitement of a kiss.

 They never smile at the flowers he got you for Valentines Day.

But maybe he never bought you flowers. 

Or surprised you with a kiss. 

Maybe you never feel the warmth of a mothers hug. 

Just the sting of her hateful words.

They pain of the lies your friends told about you. 

Maybe I wish I didn't have emotions.

Maybe being a robot isn't all that bad. 

Maybe the grass really is greener that way.

Super Bowl Sunday

Losing is tough.

Winning takes work.

I suck at this.

Why not write about death and depression like everyone else?

Because there's more to life. That's why.

Put in some work.

You can't always win, so get over it.

No one gets there way every time.

So why try at all, right?

My gosh this sucks. 

Screw it. 

GO PATRIOTS!!!!!

First Overture

Deep.

 You don't know what deep is. 

You think it's just a song by Adele. 

Deep to you is swimming in the other end of the pool. 

What is deep? 

Hell. I don't even know. 

I can't compete with all these freaking hipsters. 

I can't even be cheesy. 

What can I do?

I can play basketball. 

I can sing. 

I can cook breakfast on a Saturday morning. 

I can't tell you what deep is. 

You tell me. 

Because I don't know.