journey-towards-the-truth

Hate or Love?

Mon, 23 Mar 2009 20:33:00 +0100

Arrgh. There you go again. Being your normal pighead self. I give you advice and you just let it blow past. I really think that we both need an angermanagement class. You've aggravated and annoyed easily throughout the years, while you simply said " you bore me to tears" Whatever jerk, mess with me and you'll no longer have help on your difficult work." There are seldom occassions that we get along and when these moments happen I just wish they were longer. You make me laugh so hard I get tears in my eyes and your smile is like dazzling light that I can't try to fight. And yet throughout all of the annoyance and note I think that we've slowly, wait no, I know that we are desperately madly, and deeply in love.

You

Mon, 23 Mar 2009 20:25:23 +0100

You walk down the hall casually as if no one exists at all. Do I exsist to you? Do you even recognize this naive little girl who sings and dances out of the blue. You walk right past me as if I'm not even there and then I wonder " Why do I even care?" Wait, you just smiled at me, allowing me cheeks to contain a slight pink tint. These small sighs make me remember why I care, that when you walk down the hall why do I just stop being me and stare. Everything about you captivates me, from your dazzling eyes down to your wit. This is when I must tell myself to quit. I feel someone staring and I look up to meet your eyes and when I look into them its like were floating towards the skies. You hardly know me and I barely know you. But the truth is inevitable I think I've fallen for you.

Torn

Mon, 23 Mar 2009 20:17:10 +0100

Torn between two, but I don't know whom to choose. Do I choose the one who makes me laugh and smile, or do I choose the one who makes heart beat, on for miles and miles. One captivates me with his mysterious eyes, while the other just makes me won't to die. Its so hard to be myself look like a fool. I guess I'll just have to play it cool. Two so different and yet so a like. I dream about them both way into darking night. So I'm torn and know naught what to do. So, how can I tell the both " I think I'm madly in love with you."

Rembering

Mon, 23 Mar 2009 20:10:58 +0100

The stroke of a paintbrush moves swiftly across a blank canvas. Will this piece of art be his greatest? Yellow here, blue there. What is this swirl of colors suppose to mean? Is it a portrait of an artistic lady? No, it is this young man's life story. The brush begins to move with more ferver making beads of sweat run down his forehead... Uncle, brother, or son please remember that there is more than just one who misses you. Yes we have many photographs, but thats not how I choose to remeber you. I remeber you by your masterpieces to fall to pieces. I see how precise and clear your artwork is but, I have to double check and think " Is this beatiful piece of art actually his?" Yes, yes it is. Even though you are no longer with us you will always hold that paintbrush that will forever control the colors of our hearts. We love and miss you Sherman L. Kirkland Jr.

Kiss Me When the Sun Isn't Shining

Fri, 20 Mar 2009 14:47:22 +0100