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Here I am.

The sweat, tears, blood, and laughs.

Here I am.

We are building from the top, down.

Taking the biggest aspirations

And, romancing them.

Blistering is the ground.

Sore from the jabs from our shovels.

But we dig.

Here I am.

The pain, debt, loans, and laughs.

Here I am.

You and I.

We shine and glow.

The stars don't know

Sun can't go

Just letting you know

Clouds seem to pass

Make this last

Forever at best

Cupboards hide away

The things we hate

The game we play

Just go away

The universe and I

Holding hands

Flying by

Don't look so dry eyed

The earth and you

have it best

Simple is your existence

Nothing on your shoulders

Or on your chest

A dream I had. (short story I'm working on)

It was a blue, but the oddest blue you'd probably ever see. My hands deemed incapable of keeping my hair from tangling in my heavily mascaraed eyelashes as I walked outside to what seemed the peak of the night. Everything was so, blue. Oh, what? Yes, the tree... The tree was the color of your pupils. Black? No, it was a transparent coloring. Allowing light to flood through while keeping its dark demeanor. We all couldn't help but be dazed by it. Lucid glass bulbs of lingering blue lights look back at us while dangling by thread from the arms of the bare tree. As we're all hypnotized by this haunting scene laid before us a black car drives up. Yes, it is black. So opaque that it seems to scare away all light from bouncing off it. Two figu- beings actually sit inside the car. No faces, no arms, nothing... just black suits and black derby hats. They're sitting in their car waiting, waiting for me? I honestly at that point didn't know. The bulbs illuminate causing a stir in the thick darkness. The doors of the car open and suddenly the beings are standing in front of me. Their arms go into my eyes sockets and things become scratchy, like the fuzzy screen of a television. Suddenly, images are flashing in my mind. All sorts of images grotesque, beautiful, dark and bright. Then, they left. Everything left, and everyone. So I woke up, and I continued living.

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That was my attempt of a short story, well it wasn't really a story because that really was a dream I had but I tried to make it into a more story like form... but it seems more conversational. Oh well, I'll a true short story again next time.

A break

So, I'm taking a break from studying for history and thought I'd make a list of things I want to do for the winter break! I thought by posting it on here it'd make me more accountable. So here we go!

1. Finish all the books I started

2. Actually use my camera

3. Buy some canvases and paint with either acrylics or oil

4. Do some oil pastel work/ sketching

5. Keep my room really clean

6. Keep my car really clean

7. make a LOT of money

8. go to San Antonio for Shwayze & LMFAO!!!

9. See a local indie band

10. Film a horror movie with my friends

Lets see if I can do this!

Wish me luck! :)

When.

Waiting in the den

Fire burning within

So hot, so bright

The lamp is of oil

The flames say goodnight

down go the drapes

the chairs

Laughing, how we laugh

Walking through the flames

I want the fire

Hand me a match

Add gasoline

Make it last

Books, my heart, my eyes

You see?

I need to become

A flame

Burning bridges, I want to burn bridges

Destroy

I want to destroy

My fingers are stretched

my knuckles out of place

Reaching, how we reach

seeking, how we seek

My heat is broke

Chewing on chair legs

Shredding up the plants

Waking up

Waiting, how we wait

I wait.

Alone, is how I wait

I can no longer wait

I must

Closing my eyes again

Letting more flames burn within

Swoosh, out goes the light.

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No one will probably get where I'm coming from in that poem... Unless they're experiencing it right along with me. It's a difficult commitment, and it definitely burns me alive, but I sometimes find I live for that flame.

You know what I'm starting to despise? Owl City. HE ISN'T THAT AWESOME PEOPLE! Yeah, his music is cute, and whatever.... but he's nothing more than a fad running through 106.1 kiss fm (And, other popular radio stations round the globe.) Whoopty diddlefreakindo.

Also, Bukowski you're weird. And, I love it.

warm

Warmth swims through my veins.

Touches my toes.

Causes my eyes to water.

A cold hand as ice pressed to my back.

I don't notice.

Skin moistening hoping to cool.

Tangled, are my legs.

Dizzy.

Lights dance in between my eye lashes.

I don't notice.

Heat emits from my pores.

Rising high and touching the ceiling

The fan turns but there isn't any air.

Head so heavy.

Get up, get up

Fall down.

Cool spot on the bed

Hair tumbles in front of my eyes.

So, exhausted

Hand reaches out for clock

My finger tips barely touch

Defeated

Burrow under the covers

No longer vulnerable

Now, we can skip off

into what we hope was a dream.

You remember the golden rule?

It's alright, go ahead and act like you wish.

The day will come when your action will catch up with you.

When you'll realize all along that you didn't hurt anyone.

You just hurt yourself.

-Me

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One thing in my life that I have increasingly been becoming more and more passionate about is: Being Nice. I'm the hugest advocate of the golden rule, and what Jesus said, love others as you love yourself. (reference Galatians 5:14) Everyone has slip ups, including me. I'm not as nice to my brothers as I could be. But I've become more patient and I have been better. Brent and I rarely fight nowadays. I really do go out of my way to be nice. I tease, but I never push the boundaries or the limits. Because I love it when people playfully tease me, but I HATE it when people use the word 'tease' as a mask for hateful comments.

This has been on my heart for a long time, and has recently rekindled due to the fact someone was REALLY rude and spiteful to me the other day OUT OF THE BLUE. I hadn't contacted this person, and I don't ever comment on their site. I basically leave them alone.

Yet, for some reason unknown to me... They STILL feel it is necessary to be hateful.

I don't understand that! Probably, because, I'm NOT that way. I really truly am not.

And, THEN, what really infuriates me is.... I can't be mean back! I'll mentally plan it in my head, "The NEXT time I see this person ohhhh they're going to wish they'd never crossed roads with me!!!" et cetera et cetera. Then, I'll see them, anddd I'll just be nice.

Not, walk all over me nice. But I won't be spiteful. I just for some reason can't be.

Or, I'll forget to be mean, and hold the grudge.

I'm really bad about not holding grudges. I forgive and forget to easily. Way to easily! Probably, because I assume that people are like me and genuinely don't want to be mean... (which is naive' on my part)

Last night, I just prayed for God to heal my heart, to help me to NOT think about it. Which is SO hard because it was still so fresh in my mind. I talked to my best friend this morning which I feel was a Godsend and it really helped. I've decided I LOVE to be nice, and I'm not going to stop being what God wants me to be because of other people.

In other news, I am still a pessimist but things are getting SO much better. I am really happy right now. *gasp* I have awesome friends, family, job, boss, and I've met someone whose really kick ass! Not a whole lot to complain about at the moment. God has really blessed me, and my obedience to him has really pulled through.

I sometimes get so frustrated because I'm doing the 'right' thing, even when I want to do the wrong thing. But it is paying off, and God is heaping an abundance of blessing on to me.

I thank him SOOO much for making me who I am today. I thank him for every single trial that has sculpted me so I can be strong. I thank him for my love of poetry, art, philosophy, and fashion. I thank him for putting other people on this world with opposing views, and ones with the same as mine.

This 'thank you' is a little late since thanksgiving has passed. But, rather late than never! :)

Lord prepare me.

To be a sanctuary.

Pure and holy.

Tried and True.

(Tried and true)

With Thanksgiving

I'll be a living

Sanctuary

For you.