I am me. People hate it when i say that because the whole point of askin me "who I am" is to tell them who I (me) is exactly. I don't think "I am me" isn't as obvious as it sounds. Saying that is deep. At least to me. :) I'll never be what someone else wants me to be. 
I Don't believe in age. I have told this to my parents, and many "older" folk. who say this is whats wrong with my nameless generation. But hush i say, " let me support my point" Sure when you have lived longer you know a little more about this world, about life. But what if we're all infinite. I think we are all the same age, spiritually at least. Not every one my age knows it all. Have all the teachers given up? Noone shows there world off anymore, i believe we all conceal it in our walls. I wan't people to share their insights and life with me. I'm curious over even small little things, especially when it comes to people. I love watching and listening to them. I love testing the water to see what makes people tick tock and love. I feel like we're constantly defacing eachother. 

Take the Fan-celeb relationship. "the famous" defaces their fans, the "fans" deface the famous. "the famous" builds this persona that is powerful and fed by many energies around the world, that is sometimes "belittling" to the fan. So sometimes rather than being humane, the fan feels that he/she is worth only a sad phone pic and fancy penmenship, defaced. 

However "The fan" admires the famous because they see a big example of what they are or what they want to be. so they become obsessed or for nicer words, intrigued. The colletive of fans, the swarm of screaming bodies builds up the famous. Making them this unreal figure, defaced.  
 we are all real, beings that feel.  celebrities are inflated humans, their really just the same as us. No need for awkward demands i am not a fan. 

This post will just be a ramble of thoughts/ a history of who i am so far.

who is me? one of lifes pending questions.......
i just started writing my bio below but i hate  thinking about the past.
Life is beautiful, i've been abused, hurt, loved, forgotten, and alone. Thats a descent summary of the last 18 years. 
I don't want to be stuck here in this town. I'm living out on my own, because i'm not going back to the tangled mess that my parents create for me. 
I Don't want to be like either of them
Their both dreamers but their not doers. 
Their intentions are beautiful but they keep no promise to their words. 
I want to make my dream.
Not just dream it. 
I secretly want to have a band.
I was a cutter
I had bad insomnia because i was afraid to sleep. Because thats all my mom ever did.
I'm nice to everyone i meet
I have panic attacks when i smoke weed
I love indian culture
Music is my life 
I hate winter unless i'm building a snow man (then the snow makes sense)
I make good fruitloop sanwiches.
If i'm alone and bored i come up with a project.
i tape paper on my walls so i  can have the illusion of painting care free on my rented house.
I love all religons
Nothing is keeping me here in utah besides school. which will be over in a month
My favorite place to go for a walk is the railroad tracks
I'm a child at heart 
I'm not a slut or whore
I believe in true love
I bake cookies and cakes when i'm sad and force people to eat them!
I'm easy going but opinonated
i love life
I have 6 poem/sketch books. chalk fun

I am me.
:)

A price on humanity
can i buy your love
emotion for sell
in a candy store
which lies about product
the tenets, demons?
as i walk beside
the two endless tracks
i realize death and birth
are nothing but the same
and time: a silly reminder
of where my life is supposedly
meant to be
A child of five will spend his whole life
in one big circle
confined to one big device
malled by the careless messengers
love just never stays
but for the time it does
it feels so great
grief and turmoil
comes and goes
all contributing to the void
that connects our feet to our souls
all we are is all we'll be
temperate simplicity
I'm not faking any thoughts
I can't fathom your reasons
for faitour smiles
and plastic skin
barbed wire lungs
and metal hearts
Your glassy eyes
and Hydro filled veins
making all thats real
a false hope
and a detained body
Dreams drained for scientific pain
its so much easier
to remain hollow with in
but living life and love
feels like a better win
wilted flowers on a autumn day
my kind of winter in the months of may
chemical clouds
and gas mask tea
No one wants to take a drive with me
The sunflowers doused in ponds
Mistaken for water lilies
My poems
in chips on the computer
and the pages withered
frayed, the happenings of my heart
deliberately remain unknown
Its hard to contain a fire
don't you know
even more so
when its held in a vase
the size of your eye
the lid, thin glass
from the heart of a gnome
and the fire ten times the size
of my body
.... damn i could go for a icy cold coke

I think my life, in all matters so far... is simply a circus catastrophe. 
where the clowns on unicycles are juggling little mice. Their tire deflates and they tumble to the ground. releasing the mice to the Elephants view, who lets out a terrifying shriek. The chilling noise distracts the lion. Who falters through the ring of fire. Burns the acrobats rope, the acrobats balancing on nothing but air, raining into the crowd. The crowd,amongst the havoc, find it their mission to get their money back (take take take)  But its okay because i want to give. There is one undecided thing, and that is which character am I in all this Circus mayhem? Am i the ring master of my life, or am i the child who sits in the crowd and cries? I wonder if its wrong to make jokes about all the pain in my life. The past is one pin prick compared to the rest of my life.