"A Heartbeat skip, relationship..."

"A heartbeat skip, relationship
Inside a bubble bath
An icing drip below your lip
So we undo the math
A sudden slip between
My pathetic sedatives
A real-life script of how
Mistakes became our medicine, so
Delay the hurtful words
Of complicated overcast
Please take the message that I`m
Picking up my chin at last
I said my confidence
It gets stronger when you're next to me
But we pray from miles away
In quest for what we long to be
I might crumble, I might take a fall again(Still missing you)...
Everlasting friend
A heartbeat skip, relationship
So we would stay up late
A teardrop drip below your lip
Beside the airport gate
A sudden slip from where
We used to be a year ago
A real-life script of how
Our hands would hold and not let go
But delay the mournful words
Of complicated overcast
Please take the message
That you taught me how to live at last
But I said my confidence
It gets stronger when you're next to me
But we wave respect goodbye
In quest for what we long to be, but
I might crumble, I might take a fall again(Still missing you)
But you're my everlasting friend
Will you be coming home?(Everlasting friend)...
My everlasting friend, will you be coming home?
I just want to know that you'll be coming home..."

Everlasting Friend by Blue October

PostSecret

I've decided that each sunday I'm going to choose one new secret from the PostSecret website (http://www.postsecret.com/) and post it. (I tried posting this yesterday but my dial-up wouldn't let me upload the picture)

An Answer.

"For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future."
Jeremiah 29:11

Maybe not a direct answer, but it helps.

Why...

do I feel like this?

Wilting Roses and Broken Hearts

A rose,
so beautiful in it's whole,
slowly wilts.
Petals fall,
one by one,
until there is but a stem,
and how terribly devastating it is,
such a sight of lost beauty,
but symbolizes a greater entity.
One loves with all their heart,
only to fall victim to the pain
when it vanishes ever so quickly.
The pieces of their shattered heart
fall one by one
as the petals of the ever beautiful rose.
Piece by piece,
it falls a part,
until there is nothing left.
Just an empty void,
waiting to be refilled.

A Mere Name.

A name
is all it takes
to make a heart skip a beat.
A name
is all it takes
to make a heart beat wildly.
A name
is all it takes
to provoke emotions.
Happiness. Sadness.
Jealousy. Compassion.
All controlled by a name.
The mere utterance of a name
can cause pain and suffering,
or delight and laughter.
Everyone has their own.
Everyone has someone
whose name
makes them feel
all of these emotions
and feelings,
all at once,
or at different times.
Either way,
everyone has a name.

You Were Right

We use to be so close,
you made me strong,
and then you left
because I wrong,
we started to fight,
and you were right,
we could never be,
just because
you are you and I am me.

Cell Phone Photos

These are all pictures from my cell phone. They're not the best quality but they're pretty amusing, and pretty much sum up my life. [These are not in the order in which they were taken.]
Tom at the Great Lakes Mideveal Faire.

The Huge Steve and Caity Pizza. =)

I painted this because I was tired of painting. Picnic.

This is a very blurry picture of Paul after I ran around him in circles with the left over pink fabric from Seussical. I tried to tie down his arms but he moved.

Kelly and I after we qualified for state our sophmore year.

My English text book from sophmore year.

The Fail egg. Because we all need a little fail in our lives.

Chicago Pizza

A couple of my friends looking emo.

My newphew. This picture's old. I miss him. He lives in Vegas now.

Walking Down the Halls

Everyday seems the same.
Walking down the halls,
full of people,
passing many
some I know, many I don't,
even the ones I know,
don't pay much notice,
consumed in their own lives,
part of their little cliques.
But I just keep walking down the halls.
I go to my classes,
and sit there in silence,
except to give an occasional answer.
The bell rings out
(it always reminds me of an elevator)
and I gather my stuff,
and head into the masses,
back into the hall I am,
surrounded by so many.

I'm surrounded by all these people,
yet I still feel all alone.
I can't wait to escape this place.
I can't wait to be free.

These are the thoughts I have,
as I'm walking down the halls.

Moonlit Waters

One step, two steps, three steps,
it's barely to my knees,
a couple more
maybe three, maybe four.
It hits me at my waist.
I walk a few steps further,
the waves knocking up against my chest.
They grab at my clothes
and pull away before returning
with another chilling hug,
which is oddly warming.

The moon shines down
like a watchful eye protecting me.
I can see it's reflection in the small waves;
it brings me a slight comfort.

As my clothes absorb
so much more of my surroundings,
I feel them pull at me.
A little heavier they become
and keep pulling me down
slowly, inch by inch
until the whole of my body
is completely encased
by the glimmering water;
so I close my eyes
and let this marvelous liquid
fill me up.
My lungs absorb it
like a sponge
until they can take no more.
After that I cannot say.
The moon's reflection was the last I saw
before pure blackness dominated
first my eyes
and then my mind.

Beautiful Destruction

Look at the beauty of it's dance;
It's vibrant color flickers with passion
as it consumes everything it touches.
It dances blissfully across the floor,
and up the wall,
and onto the ceiling
until there is nothing left for it.
It produces the hottest of heats,
melting and scorching everything in reach.
It burns and it burns until everything is gone.
Everything is gone.
It's beautiful destruction.