. . . Trust Me

Feelings I lease,
They're thick.
Thick enough, that I notice.
I'm not wanted in it.
I'm not in it.
I know better... trust me.
But it helps me ignore,
The things in my own head.

Craziness I provide,
It's thick.
Thick enough, you all notice.
It might make you laugh.
It makes me laugh.
I know better... trust me.
But it helps me ignore,
The things in my own head.

Comfort I offer,
It's thick.
Thick enough, everyone knows.
It lies in wait for the occasion.
It goes un-needed.
I know better... trust me.
But it helps me ignore,
The things in my own head.

Promise .

That is how you will keep from doing things that you shouldn't- just remember that promise. And remember that he is not now, nor ever was able to "take it back," for he did not ask.

Y O U

I get to see YOU when you are sleepy, or when I am upset- I guess if I get to see that you when I am upset, then I do get to see You when I need to.... But where is that You when I want you

I love you when you do almost anything to make me laugh.
I love you when I want desperately to really make you giggle.
I love you when you smile just to see me smile.
I love you when your smile makes me want all of you more.
I love you when you can make conversation easy.
I love you when I can truly tell you anything.
I love you when you try to sing for me.
I love you when you make me want to sing.
I love you when you spin me around in dance.
I love you when I just want to be in your arms.
I love all of you, I really do.......
But where are YOU-
When it isn't that late,
When I'm not in those moods,
When we are out,
When we are alone,
I love all of you, I really do.......
But That isn't all of you.

Beauty

"Everyone talks about how inner beauty is what matters. But, what they don't tell you is that inner beauty is what really makes you look beautiful on the outside."

Just to be sure you know- your beauty shines through and through.

? ... ?

When I think of all the things I truly want out of life, none of it requires this school. Sometimes one begins to wonder if they really should stay on the path they are on. Instead of suffering through a major I don't like and risking not enjoying the career I am seeking (to be honest, it is one thing in my life I am not sincerely sure of), I could get a job at a bank or store back home. With that I could be with the man of my dreams. Become the mom I've always wanted to be. And once again become involved in church life and reach out to the youth I'd like to work with.


I just don't know what I should do-

Five Things

Five things:
Sam
Boots
Pillow
Platform 9 and 3/4
Band Aids

These Simple things I have in my room. Well, not all so simple. I would have to say that Sam is a complex being, the most complex in the room besides me of course.
Next to that would be the Platform 9 and 3/4. If only, if only- we could escape in to a world of magic; where's that wardrobe again? I look for it and most of what I see are pillows. Green, orange, black, red, many colors and all so cuddly. On the floor are my new boots; they show my rougher, tougher side. But back to the softer... Band-Aids galore. Mother Hen? I think so. .... If this wasn't the most jumbled bit of ramblings on this blog... now if only they would come into form. (btw, I am typing slightly in rhythm with the music currently on Pandora)

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The heart sitting upon my hand
It is fading with the passing of time
But still I can see it showing me
That there are friends out there for me
Hmph, one is sitting in my bed
Nose in her book, poking up now and then
To tell me about the interesting things
It's nice to know I have others to share time with
Not just within the arms of my pillows
If only I didn't feel the need
To hold all close together like a band-aid
It has to be annoying - the relator in me
How about we all take the train?
Accessed through platform 9 and 3/4
Escape to a magic land of peace
Where there is no need, no want
To stick my boot in others
Although we can not
At least it's still there
Showing me
There are friends out there for me


(Dedicated to those that break those who try for them.)

Four Letters (Wrote at SIO)

Those four letters...
In one little name...
You and only you...

To much a sick, ignorant man.
Only you could be so much worse that they.
No one so poetic should be so hopelessly foolish.
You and only you.

Those four letters...
I hate to hear...
Now go away .