Written Yesterday*
The lightning flashed all around making brilliant patterns in the sky. Bolts lighting up the clouds for seconds then dissappearing just to reappear in different formations a second later.
The fireflies winked constantly around the pond and in the line of trees underneath the dark clouds. With no thunder, the moment had never been so perfect. Standing behind her, he rubbed her arms to try and take away the chill that had fallen in the air. Occasionally kissing her neck or the top of her head, he wrapped her in a seemingly endless hug. She pulled him closer, not wanting to let him or the moment go.
He knew what she was thinking and said in a low voice, "If you can't hear the thunder, it's too far away to hurt you."
She leaned her head against his chest and remembered the last time he had said that...sitting on the dock at his cabin, watching the storm coming in over the lake. She smiled with the memory.
Never, in her life, had she felt safer.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Intimidation*
There is nothing more intimidating than a blank piece of paper. A pure white sheet, with nothing on it. Nothing to taint it, no words or thoughts to make a mess of it. Intimidating. As any writer would say, it's just an open space, waiting for creative words to fill it. It's inviting.
As the Carrie Bradshaw of the Sports world, it's no different. Except, instead of comparing Love to Manolo Blonicks, and men to dogs, I compare teams to friends. Managers to mothers. The home team to a support system, and the visitors to all the evil that rues the world.
Your team. The ones who take the pain of that last pitch away, for a moment. The ones who pull you out of the mess that you, yourself, created. Bases loaded with a count of 3-0, they're the ones who can pull you out of any wreck—if they're good. It just so happens that my team, my relievers are amazing.
Makin' Love out by the River to Our Favorite Song*
Once again, originally written May 11th*
I don't know what it is, but I just can't get him out of my head.
When I close my eyes, I picture him. Turn on the TV, and I see shows we've watched together. The radio? The Lyrics only speak about him.
They say if you can't get someone out of your head, then maybe they're supposed to be there.
There's just something about him. He's cute, funny, talented, a great listener.
Smart, understanding, hard worker. He knows what he wants and he goes for it.
He's strong, in both mind and body.
His hugs? Comforting. Those kissse? Amazing. His smile? Stunning.
They also say that Summer Romances are the best.
I can't wait for the many bonfires
the carnivals
the concerts
days that we think will never come to an end.
I can just imagine the piggy-back rides, beach trips, even one or three to Cedar Point. Constant smiles and no problems.
That's summer. The parties, the romances, the grins and good times.
and I can see it all happening with him.
I.
can't.
wait.
I don't know what it is, but I just can't get him out of my head.
When I close my eyes, I picture him. Turn on the TV, and I see shows we've watched together. The radio? The Lyrics only speak about him.
They say if you can't get someone out of your head, then maybe they're supposed to be there.
There's just something about him. He's cute, funny, talented, a great listener.
Smart, understanding, hard worker. He knows what he wants and he goes for it.
He's strong, in both mind and body.
His hugs? Comforting. Those kissse? Amazing. His smile? Stunning.
They also say that Summer Romances are the best.
I can't wait for the many bonfires
the carnivals
the concerts
days that we think will never come to an end.
I can just imagine the piggy-back rides, beach trips, even one or three to Cedar Point. Constant smiles and no problems.
That's summer. The parties, the romances, the grins and good times.
and I can see it all happening with him.
I.
can't.
wait.
Marked with the Memory of You*
I wrote this a while ago...just haven't gotten around to putting it up here*so, enjoy*
It's amazing how one piece of artwork can reaffirm a friendship that you've known you've had for many, many years.
One spontaneous trip.
One heart.
Two horns.
One tail.
Can tell the tale of a frienship. One piece of artwork can explain the happiness,frustration, pain, spontinaity, anger, confusion and sheer exhileration of two people's worlds combined into one.
No matter where I am in the world, I can always look at that and remember. Remember the time when we were dancing in the rain outside on that cool June night. Remember sitting on the rock, and pouring my heart out to you. Or sitting in my car, and having you pour your heart out to me. That heart reminds me of countless nights where I cried myself to sleep thinking I had lost you. Forever. Yet, now, this heart let's me know that I'll never lose you. Not with the bond we've created between us.
When you look at it, I hope you remember as well. Remember the field, and looking up at the stars. Remember swinging in the park. Remember walking the railroad tracks.
The countless laughs.
and numerous tears.
Remember all the things we have taught each other. Some material, others not.
Learning to sail.
Random dance moves.
Snowboarding.
to open up & not keep things a secret.
how to throw darts.
and most importantly: how to love like neither of us imagined possible.
No matter where I am and where you are, we'll always remember each other. We're marked now. Marked with the memory of each other.
and I wouldn't want it any other way.
Monday, April 14, 2008
Online Programs
In high school, weeknights were reserved for the sitcoms that were on Television. Now that I'm in College, weeknights are reserved for cramming for the big exam the next day.
Even with the just-ending writers strike, Finals are coming up and it's going to be very hard to catch the episodes we all want to watch on television during their regularly scheduled time.
ABC, CBS and NBC are only three of the television stations that have online viewing for their shows. It's very convenient and, I must admit, my newest vice. If I'm sitting in class (IAH, ISS, any boring humanities course) and become very bored...it's not uncommon for me to break the headphones out and catch up on the episodes of Samantha Who that I've missed.
When you get a chance, check it out. It's possibly one of the greatest ideas ever.
ABC
for programs like: Samantha Who, Dancing With The Stars and The Bachelor
NBC
for programs like: Medium, Deal or No Deal, 30 Rock, and Chuck
Even with the just-ending writers strike, Finals are coming up and it's going to be very hard to catch the episodes we all want to watch on television during their regularly scheduled time.
ABC, CBS and NBC are only three of the television stations that have online viewing for their shows. It's very convenient and, I must admit, my newest vice. If I'm sitting in class (IAH, ISS, any boring humanities course) and become very bored...it's not uncommon for me to break the headphones out and catch up on the episodes of Samantha Who that I've missed.
When you get a chance, check it out. It's possibly one of the greatest ideas ever.
ABC
for programs like: Samantha Who, Dancing With The Stars and The Bachelor
NBC
for programs like: Medium, Deal or No Deal, 30 Rock, and Chuck
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Marked for Life
Millions of designs, all with different meanings. The choice to get a tattoo, or even what tattoo to get usually isn't a light one.
For me, however, it was a spontaneous one. A shopping trip turned ink injection left me marked...for life.
The idea that I once wanted a hibiscus flower with the words 'no worries' in Hawaiin written in script around it was quickly thrown out the window as a new idea, a heart with devil horns & a tail replaced it.
I had been talking about getting a tattoo for a long time and had it all planned out. I took all of the advice everyone gave, about knowing what I wanted, where I wanted it, what it meant. I knew to get something with meaning, something I wouldn't regret for the rest of my life. All I needed was the money, and to get over my needle phobia.
Even though my decision was a spontaneous one, and the design was quickly switched, it was for the better. Knowing I won't regret getting my simplistic yet meaningful heart, I'm ecstatic about the new addition to my body and the meaning my best friend and I have put behind it over the years. My decision wasn't a light one as it shouldn't have been. It's always a good idea to put research behind any tattoo. Here's a couple of websites that can help you further with that decision:
Where should I get my tattoo?
Tattoo Risk & Procautions
Should I get a tattoo?
For me, however, it was a spontaneous one. A shopping trip turned ink injection left me marked...for life.
The idea that I once wanted a hibiscus flower with the words 'no worries' in Hawaiin written in script around it was quickly thrown out the window as a new idea, a heart with devil horns & a tail replaced it.
I had been talking about getting a tattoo for a long time and had it all planned out. I took all of the advice everyone gave, about knowing what I wanted, where I wanted it, what it meant. I knew to get something with meaning, something I wouldn't regret for the rest of my life. All I needed was the money, and to get over my needle phobia.
Even though my decision was a spontaneous one, and the design was quickly switched, it was for the better. Knowing I won't regret getting my simplistic yet meaningful heart, I'm ecstatic about the new addition to my body and the meaning my best friend and I have put behind it over the years. My decision wasn't a light one as it shouldn't have been. It's always a good idea to put research behind any tattoo. Here's a couple of websites that can help you further with that decision:
Where should I get my tattoo?
Tattoo Risk & Procautions
Should I get a tattoo?
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Scare Me
I don't understand. I don't get why I feel this way...why I want him so bad. It's like another conquest for me...another goal. I'm scared, though. I don't want to ruin the friendship we have...everything's working out fine right now. However, I want them to be different so bad. I want situations and experiences to be different. I want him to be happy, which, right now I don't think he is. If I do this, though, and let him know...things could drastically change. I mean drastically.
My heart and my brain are having a fight. My heart wants things...it's lusting. My brain, however, is being sensible, and saying no. My heart feels comfortable and wants him so bad. To be held, appreciated...to be cared for. My brain...knows my heart's wrong. It knows that I'd hate myself for it...and that the one moment of ecstasy isn't worth the aftermath I would lay upon myself.
If I do this, I'm going against everything I've stood for my whole life. I'm becoming one of those girls I hated. Absolutely hated & never wanted to be. If I become that girl, where did my old self go? How did I get this way? How can one guy make me want to change everything I stand for?
No. No, my brain says. It's not worth it. It's not worth losing that friendship and making things ackward.
But you feel so comfortable with him, my heart counters. Everything's natural...it seems right. If it seems right, it has to be right.
It's wrong.
It's different.
It's trashy.
It's an adventure.
It's against your morals.
It'd be thrilling.
And you think you know who I'm talking about.
but honestly, you really have no idea.
My heart and my brain are having a fight. My heart wants things...it's lusting. My brain, however, is being sensible, and saying no. My heart feels comfortable and wants him so bad. To be held, appreciated...to be cared for. My brain...knows my heart's wrong. It knows that I'd hate myself for it...and that the one moment of ecstasy isn't worth the aftermath I would lay upon myself.
If I do this, I'm going against everything I've stood for my whole life. I'm becoming one of those girls I hated. Absolutely hated & never wanted to be. If I become that girl, where did my old self go? How did I get this way? How can one guy make me want to change everything I stand for?
No. No, my brain says. It's not worth it. It's not worth losing that friendship and making things ackward.
But you feel so comfortable with him, my heart counters. Everything's natural...it seems right. If it seems right, it has to be right.
It's wrong.
It's different.
It's trashy.
It's an adventure.
It's against your morals.
It'd be thrilling.
And you think you know who I'm talking about.
but honestly, you really have no idea.
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