Story Book Night

That song still plays in my mind to this very day. The song that we danced to with so few stars shining through the clouds. I still remember us looking at the stars and listening to the heart of the earth. I am still in love with your beauty like a plasid lake on a stary night, reflecting the beauty of the world makeing yourself and everthing around so amazing. I am still in awe of your smile like the sun it emenates warth and light. I still remeber the kiss after the dance so pure and right. I still remember that story book night.

Hello

Hello world, things are wonderful for me. Hello girl who makes my life happy. Hello friends that make things fun. Hello Arizona that is just around the corner.

Beautiful

You are beautiful my best friend. Though we have stopped talking, you are still beautiful. The way you think and live and love. The way you find joy and anger, and the way it all leaves your lips. You are still beautiful. The way that you hate me and the way it hurts is still beauty to look upon. You were an amazing friend and I do not regret one moment spent with you, I still care my bestfriend, and I still think you are beautiful.

You are beautiful my princess of old, though I have grown apart from you and moved on in my life, you are still beautiful to me, the way you care and share and give without complaint. You are beautiful the way you smile and play and tease. The memories I shared with you will always have a place in my heart and your face will always be a loved one, though I have moved on you are still a princess to me.

You are beautiful my new love. The way that you are alive and how you smile always, everytime I look in your eyes they gleam with joy. You are beautiful in the way that I want to be happy even in the darkest of times. You have given me new life, and for that, you have my love.

To each girl who has touched my lips and had my deepest love, this is my tribute to you, I care about you and I love you, I never will stop caring or loving no matter where this life takes me, I will always be there if you call and ask. And to each of you I thank, because I have gained so much from being with you.

I smile at my memories with you.

Hated

It feels so wrong and it hurts so bad to be hated so much by someone who all I ever did to was try to be there for them and help them.

Trapped

My car is gone.... er... well.... my sister took her car back. That means no more driving around and doing whatever I want, no more going to work early, no more not being home..... now all I can do is laze about my own house and moan about how my car is gone. I cant even visit people anymore. And Loren has a job now, a real job, so he cant kidnap me and haul me to Hyrum either. Once again, I am home, forever. The end.

happy

Its simply beautiful, everything is crashing down around me except one simple thing, and that is what is keeping me up. It is keeping me happy, so beautiful, thoughtful, extrodinary. The simple miracle of things happening so quickly, and so perfectly. It all fits together so well. I am happy and for the first time in a long time, I want to be, I really do.

Disapointed

I guess nothing can cure this feeling of being alone. Sometimes it can be pushed away, but never completely gone. I have never felt so alone as when she came and it wasnt cured, the only thing that kept me going before was hope, hope for something that was comeing. It was foolish to think that the grass would be greener. But really, what is wrong with thinking that? It is optimistic and it did give me hope. But on the other hand dissapointment is so much more bitter than anything else. I am so dissapointed in my own ability to love anymore. Dissapionted with my lack of faith in what everyone tells me is real. I am dissapointed in the fact that I have lost all hope of things getting better. I do want to run away, but I am afraid of dissapointment again. Will I ever stop being dissapointed? The drugs are finally starting to kick in again, soon I wont be able to feel the soft tears rolling down my cheek.

High

Finally the pain killers are starting to kick in, I was wondering when I would stop feeling again. Oh God, this feels good, I feel so relaxed and carefree, I suppose this is what it is like to be high. :] I like it.

Fire

The destructive beauty of fire enthralls me, I could stand and look at its destructive nature in endless awe admiring its beauty. The color and personality of all of it keeps me alive at times even when it devours everything around it. I love watching the fire while it is wild but eventually it will burn out I find, that after a time it devours everything that keeps it alive. But if the fire is taken and kept it can last forever, its beauty will go on as long as it is well taken care of. Yes if a person wants to keep a fire alive without letting it go they would have to give it constant attention. But the reward is amazing, if kept in check the fire can be a source of warmth and light which are things ever strived for by every living person.

Perhaps there are two types of people in this word, there are fires and feeders, the fires are renown and loved, but they cannot survive without the feeders.

The question comes down to: Am I a fire or a feeder? I know the answer, do you?