Thursday, January 7, 2016
Sunday, December 13, 2015
Zoe a letter to you.
Dear you
Remember who you are.
Remember to be real.
Remember to love and you will be loved in return.
Remember that blue eyes and dimples are overrated and your hazel ones will do just fine.
Remember that your short legs work just as well as the long ones you've always wanted.
And remember that your ACT score does not define you.
Remember that there are better days ahead.
Remember that your first heartbreak wont be the last.
And that's okay.
It just means that there's more people who you get to love.
Remember that you live in a world where hating yourself is normal.
But please remember that its acceptable to love yourself too.
Remember who you are.
Remember to be real.
Remember to love and you will be loved in return.
Remember that blue eyes and dimples are overrated and your hazel ones will do just fine.
Remember that your short legs work just as well as the long ones you've always wanted.
And remember that your ACT score does not define you.
Remember that there are better days ahead.
Remember that your first heartbreak wont be the last.
And that's okay.
It just means that there's more people who you get to love.
Remember that you live in a world where hating yourself is normal.
But please remember that its acceptable to love yourself too.
Sunday, December 6, 2015
The Cure
To my sadness, Plays make me laugh
To my Anger, music soothes me
To my Happiness, perspective gives me empathy
To my disgust, provoked thought gives me insight
To my depression, Music makes me feel.
The arts are the Cure.
Sunday, November 29, 2015
Donovan is my True Penname.
Our real names hide us more than our pen names.
Some of you know me as that undercover guy that works for the government and tries to buy cigarettes.
Some of you may know me as the silent kid. The Guy that sings loud in seminary when everybody else is barely audible.
Some know me only by the picture.
The person who tried to look at you in the hallway, but you didn't look back, and I laughed.
I find hallway politics amusing.
Perhaps you know my favorite colour, but I lied, I change the colour every time someone asks. It really is a strange question.
I am Donovan Welch

you probably only know my name. Perhaps my Face.
and probably think that sums up my entire existence.
I find that amusing also.
Let me help you know me.
1. My face is a mask.
2. My reputation is a mask.
3. I don't care for popularity. I find it amusing.
4. My mask is sometimes a mask to mask my mask.
5. I usually don't talk to people unless they come to me.
6. I don't judge people, I let people prove themselves to me.
7. My Mask only comes off if yours comes off.
8. I can be very good at hiding my introvertedness.
9. Reading scares me, too many times I feel like I'm in the book I'm reading.
10. I myself have forgotten what under my mask looks like.
11. I can't stop myself from singing loud in seminary, I'm already as quiet as I can without going crazy.

Some of you know me as that undercover guy that works for the government and tries to buy cigarettes.
Some of you may know me as the silent kid. The Guy that sings loud in seminary when everybody else is barely audible.
Some know me only by the picture.
The person who tried to look at you in the hallway, but you didn't look back, and I laughed.
I find hallway politics amusing.
Perhaps you know my favorite colour, but I lied, I change the colour every time someone asks. It really is a strange question.
I am Donovan Welch

you probably only know my name. Perhaps my Face.
and probably think that sums up my entire existence.
I find that amusing also.
Let me help you know me.
1. My face is a mask.
2. My reputation is a mask.
3. I don't care for popularity. I find it amusing.
4. My mask is sometimes a mask to mask my mask.
5. I usually don't talk to people unless they come to me.
6. I don't judge people, I let people prove themselves to me.
7. My Mask only comes off if yours comes off.
8. I can be very good at hiding my introvertedness.
9. Reading scares me, too many times I feel like I'm in the book I'm reading.
10. I myself have forgotten what under my mask looks like.
11. I can't stop myself from singing loud in seminary, I'm already as quiet as I can without going crazy.
Sunday, November 22, 2015
What True Music Sounds Like
What to listen to when you want to woo someone.
What to listen to when life is too serious
what to listen to when life is complicated
Music for when life makes sense
What to listen to when you feel the urge to flirt.
Music for the insanity
Music for figuring out life
What to listen to when you're abandoned
What to listen to when life is to loud.
What to listen to when life is too serious
what to listen to when life is complicated
Music for when life makes sense
What to listen to when you feel the urge to flirt.
Music for the insanity
Music for figuring out life
What to listen to when you're abandoned
What to listen to when life is to loud.

Sunday, November 15, 2015
Where are you heart?
Football game? Did I lose you there?
When I close my eyes I see light and darkness at the same time.
Did I lose you when I started to drive?
When I close my eyes, It is both an endless expanse of lightdark, and the smallest pinpoint of darklight
I lost so much. Only a memory of what I had.
Did I lose you when School taught me when you were an just a post card?
I lost you at the mall?
I lost you.
I miss you?
lost you?
heart?
Are you there?
Lost in Paris?
Why didn't you take me there?
I'm in paris?
It's beautiful.
Why is there a turtle?
Where are you heart?
Heart?
Paris?
When I close my eyes I see light and darkness at the same time.
I feel you even When I thrust you away.
I thrust you away?
hmm....
You cannot change the way I demand from the depths of my soul to not hurt others.
Highschool love almost always ends with someone hurt. It's like a drug.
Stop Brain.
Heart, why must you contradict?
When I close my eyes, It is both an endless expanse of lightdark, and the smallest pinpoint of darklight
Is this my heart?
I lost you.
I miss you.
I have you.
heart?
Sunday, November 8, 2015
The straight and Narrow sidewalk
"Nobody walks on sidewalks." -People whom don't walk on sidewalks
"Everybody walks on sidewalks"- People whom walk on sidewalks
"People who walk on sidewalks should branch out more."-People whom don't walk on sidewalks
"People who trample on the flowers should be punished!" - People whom walk on sidewalks
"People who walk on the sidewalks wish to end us." -People who now hate sidewalks.
"I fear hurting my mother's back by stepping on a crack" -People whose superstitions and sometimes religion are directed toward cracks on sidewalks.
"Ummm This doesn't matter" -people who think they're sane
"There are two different kinds of people in this world, those who walk on the sidewalk, and those who don't" -Sidewalkites and antisidewalkites
"No... I do both...." -people who begin to doubt they're sane
"Then you must be evil" -Sidewalkites and antisidewalkites
"YOU SHALL NOT STEP ON A SIDE WALK" - antisidewalkites extremists and the church of mothers back.
"THE PANSIES HAVE BEEN SET AFLAME"
-Sidewalkites.
Why would anyone do this? -people who don't care a bit.
"Everybody walks on sidewalks"- People whom walk on sidewalks
"People who walk on sidewalks should branch out more."-People whom don't walk on sidewalks
"People who trample on the flowers should be punished!" - People whom walk on sidewalks
"People who walk on the sidewalks wish to end us." -People who now hate sidewalks.
"I fear hurting my mother's back by stepping on a crack" -People whose superstitions and sometimes religion are directed toward cracks on sidewalks.
"Ummm This doesn't matter" -people who think they're sane
"There are two different kinds of people in this world, those who walk on the sidewalk, and those who don't" -Sidewalkites and antisidewalkites
"No... I do both...." -people who begin to doubt they're sane
"Then you must be evil" -Sidewalkites and antisidewalkites
"YOU SHALL NOT STEP ON A SIDE WALK" - antisidewalkites extremists and the church of mothers back.
"THE PANSIES HAVE BEEN SET AFLAME"
-Sidewalkites.
Why would anyone do this? -people who don't care a bit.
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