Shake the Dust

This is for the ones in the waiting room of the ICU, for the midgets, and for the girls who never knew the truth.

Shake the dust.

This is for the ones in an open cage but never looked around, for the one’s who would rather drowned, for the ones who dream and pray to be seen.

Shake the dust.

This is for the prisoner of love, for the one who always thought that they were dumb and felt numb to the feeling of fear.

Shake the dust.

This is for the indecisive, imprecise, and the one’s who can’t take advice, for the dad longing to be home and the children who feel alone.

Shake the dust.

This is for the one’s who can’t find god and think no one will care when they’re gone, for the little girl who never amounted to anything and never went to her senior prom.

Shake the dust.

This is for the grandma’s that are now grey and have to visit their husband’s graves, for the chubby boy who never got asked to dance and never had a chance, for the boy who played with fire and for the liar.

Shake the dust.

We are always told we can change. So why do we fight to stay the same? Stop fighting and Shake the dust. Be who you want to be. It’s funny how we fear what we need the most, it’s the storm that makes us clean again… shake the dust or maybe it’s “wash” the dust…. Either way just get rid of it already. 

Rock Out

Rock out. Rock out like you’re in an elevator alone, like you just found your cell phone, like your cover wasn’t blown. Rock out like you didn’t burn your pancakes for the first time, like everyone by you is blind, like you just found a dime. What? No school on Monday? Freak! Rock out!
Rock out like you're Tarzan and you just found Jane, like you're parents surpirsed you with a trip to Spain, like you walk into a bathroom and they have paper towels and not the stupid blow dryers, that never dry. Rock out like a boy goes to hold your hand, like you were stranded on a ship for days, with your crazy uncle, who needs rogaine and you finally found land. Rock out.   

Rock out like you’re making cookies and realize… you do have eggs! Rock out like you were crippled and now have legs, like you have been sober for days. Rock out.

Rock out like you just found a money tree in your back yard! Like you just used your debit card and you just saw an old man in a speedo… now your scarred. Rock out like you're speeding and see a cop but the sucker in-front of you gets pulled over, like you just found a four leaf clover and won the fight with your boyfriend, what a loser. Rock out.

Rock out like you were playing Barbie’s and didn’t get caught, like you actually made a four square knot and you found who you sought.

You just crashed your car, who cares? Rock out. 

Love Is...

10- Love is a scary movie. Even when it's not happening to you, you're still effected by it.
9- love is tree. A really, really, big tree.
8- Love is salt.
7- love is a painting.
6- love is a cafe Rio Salad. You know you'll get fat if you eat it... but you eat it anyways!
5- Love is a dream. It's only what you make it to be.
4- love is an elevator.
3- love is a prison with no lock.
2- Love is a swing set.
1- love is rain. Sometimes you want it to pour, sometimes you wish it would just go away.

I'm Thinking About You

I'm thinking about you. I'm thinking about you like school kids think about summer, like lemonade thinks about sugar, like leaves think about the fall. I'm thinking about you like dads think about getting home, like soldiers think about getting home, like baseball players think about getting to home. I'm thinking about you like America thinks about freedom, like the Bible thinks about the garden of Eden. I'm thinking about you like terroists think about planes, like clouds think about rain, like old people think about canes, grey hairs, and not enough days. I'm thinking about you like kids think about money and having famous names. I'm thinking about you like waves think about sand, like guns think about war, like musicians think about tour. I'm thinking about you like L thinks about O and V thinks about E. I'm thinking about you like love thinks about having someone. Trying to get you off of my mind is just a waste of my time, becuase i'm thinking about you, even now.

Fear

Hello! My name is Jean Louis Flinch.
In the golden years of 8th grade, My English teacher decided to be creative and instead of just read the book, "To Kill A Mocking Bird" we had to put on a play... awkward. Guess which character I got to be?? Yep. Jean Louis Flinch, also known as "Scout". So i guess the big question would be, can i act? Nope. Was the play embarrassing? You better believe it! Now, you must be thinking, "what does any of this have to do with your blog"? I'm about to tell you. Doing anything that makes me vaulnerable, is like the kiss of death to me. So it's safe to say that doing this blog, scares the crap out of me.

To the point. Whether I liked it or not, doing the play forced me to over come my fear. I chose the name Jean L. Flinch because it reminds me that I can do things that scare me. Just cause i'm scared, doesn't mean i can't do it. So here I am making this blog. Over coming my fear, instead of switching classes.