Story Teller
Techno rhythms of her voice are so long
A melody that requires no beat
Drag me along like a sled in a song
Her cool words weave images bold and sweet

Allows me to take a crack at the world
As we know it today; life is glowing
All reality and dream becomes curled
She comes, Goes, leaving me blank, unknowing

Morning sunrise brings ents and fairies of
Her world; words captured in a jar, priceless
Pure winter strikes and ends with what? Above?
Never have I felt so light and timeless

As lively stories chase through amused ears
Go like a tornado, yet still sheds tears

A letter never to be sent

To my dear love,
I think about how you are doing on this bright close-to-winter-but-not-yet evening. I went to school and saw all kinds of things but none that interested me. I walked within the daily proccess and longed to break out of it and run to you. But no, I must be the patient one and wait for you. As I got on the bus, a bright light shone through the window, and enveloped me with warmth. As I sighed, i thought, this day was wonderful, so free, so willing it must be a holiday. I thought no, holiday was the wrong word, spirit day. For is was spirit week and I felt the marvel of it on my way home. I walked to my building in the same process as I usally do and walked into my room and saw a large box in my room. I opened it with much trouble because it was a very confusing box. Out of it came a beauty that warmed up my world even more than before and gave me that dancing-marshmallows-around-a-fun-fire feeling. I exhale and know that life isn't even a fourth over.

A Secret Story

She was going to be late. She ran faster, even though she knew it would make no difference. She looked up . the trees blowing in the spring breeze. Almost there. The girl knew he'd be there. He wouldn't miss this time for the world.
Through the grooves and people she saw him sitting on a bench, not quite as green as the springy green sweater he was wearing over a stripped shirt. Oh how he did look handsome to her while others did scorn. His hair blew slightly in the wind. Her smile lit up as fast as the wind picked up. As her cap flew off her head to new heights, she looked down, realizing her skirt was making an attempt to flash both him and the people around. Frantically, she tried to push it back down with much fail. Suddenly her skirt was jerked down. He had walked over and pulled her skirt to level.
"Thanks a ton. I don't know where that bloody wind came from."
"'Bloody?' What, are you British now?"
"Oh shut up and help me find my hat!"
They looked in the bushes and finally found it next to a hot dog stand. The boy turned to her. "You want one?" pointing at the stand.
"Nah, you never know what exactly's in those things."
"Okay, let's get going then."
Their rendezvous had been going on for a few monthes. Neither of thier parents approved of them being alone together. They didn't understand that they connect more when they were alone.
They were walking together in the pak slowly. Curiously, she asked "Where are we going?"
Putting his arm arounf her shoulders, he smiled and spoke in his usual deep voice. "You'll see when we get there."
Already close to him, she decided it was finally her chance. She slowly lifted her left and dragged it across the bottom of his back until it wrapped around his waist, pulling them close together. The boy blushed, but said nothing. This was the first time she'd ever done something like this.
All was quiet, minus the bird's chirping gleefully and the breeze shifting the trees above. She couldn't help but stare up at him, admiring his stature. He walked witha straight back, making him look even more tall and classy. His thick, majestic, eyelashes brought out his dark eyes. She felt proud.
Suddenly, they came to an open field. It was flat with a few trees and a couple of groups of people. It reminded her of when she was playing football with her swim team in an open field similar to this. She didn't understand. "What in the world are we doing here?" He separated himself from her and put down a bag she had just noticed he was carrying. It was a duffel bag.
Out of said bag he pulled two gloves, a softball, and a wooden bat.
"I thought you might want to play with me."
Sports made her brighten up. "Baseball? Sure!"
They spent two hours tossing back and forth and hitting with a bat, similar to what they did in middle school together.
"Hey! You purposely missed that!"
"No baby, you are jsut an awesome pitcher."
"No throwing the game!"
"Who said I am? Not I."
She stuck her tongue out on his last note. The ball whizzed past her ear, nearly hitting her face. "Hey! You almost hit me!"
She charged after him, more excited than mad. The boy dropped his glve and fled for dear life. She chased him for 5 minutes until she caught up with him, crouched down, and jumped on top of him, causing them to fall into a tumbling, laughing heap. She kept laughing on his chest, his arms wrapped around her. She shifted, attempting ot get up, but she came face to face with him, hovering over his body. The girl held her breath. The boy's face got serious almost immediately as he closed in to try to kiss her.
She stopped him with her hand, her face alight.
"Don't you try to kiss me with that super-duper determined face! Smile! Don't you want to kiss me?"
"Of course I do."
"Well, then smile! Now, where are your tickle points?"
"She sat up, sitting just above his legs. She put her her hands on the sides of his stomach and tickled him. He bellowed with uncontrollable laughter, pleading for her to stop.
"That's much better," she laughed.
She leaned back down and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him with much content. If they could, they would have stayed like that for an eternity. How they loved each other so.

The Coming back

They slowly sat down on the couch, and it gave a little whine when they did.
"So how have you been doing> Everything alright with you?" the boy leisurely put his arm around her shoulders
The girl used the time it took to get comfortable in his arms to think of a response. Should she lie and say everything was fine instead of telling him her despair she was been witness of while without him?
"I've been a bit of a slump this past few weeks. I don't really know why, but I've felt very blue and small. Nothing seems to be able to shake this feeling."
"The boy went straight into alert. "Really?" he questioned. "Have you been feeling nauseous or anything? Maybe your period's acting up."
"The girl laughed at that remark. "What kind of boy asks a girl that! No, I've never felt anything like this before."
"Well, you were moody this one time in the 7th grade. I've never seen a scarier scowl on a person."
"Oh, then? That time I was just mad at you."
"Me? What'd I do?"
The girl thought back 3 years before, when their love was as easy as breathing itself and bonds could not be broken so easily. They were such happy kids then.
"If I do tell you, I don't know whether you'll A: laugh, or B: get mad."
He closed in on her, hugging her tighter in his long skinny arms. At this she blushed, even though you couldn't tell much through her black skin.
"Come on," the boy pleaded. "Please tell me."
"Okay," she had given in. "You always spent all of your time hanging with boys in drama class and never with me. So, I got jealous and started ignoring you."
The girl turned away out of embarrassment, but her head did not turn fast or soon enough. The boy lightly caught her hand in one of his long pale hands and kissed her cheek lightly, although he was obviously aiming for something else. "Don't you mind what I think," the boy romanced. "I'm just glad you told me. I never took you for ever getting jealous."
The girl smiled with such glee that it made her look 10 years old instead of 14.
"That first year of when I loved you, I seemed to have tried to forcefully attach myself to you."
"I actually liked it, having my own little fan," the boy commented. "So why did you pull away in the 8th grade?"
"I guess I got tired of waiting for you to show me affection. So, I started hanging out with that other guy."
"How could you possibly stand him?"
"Last time I checked, he was your friend before he was mine. And he kept encouraging you, but since you never made a move, he did instead."
"But to actually start to fall for a sweet-talker like him? For your sake I'm glad you didn't."
At this, the girl was hurt, and she pulled away. The boy inched closer and chose his words carefully this time. "So why did you choose me, of all people? I can't sweet talk you, I'm not that handsome, and I actually don't have the faintest clue about love or dating."
She whipped her head around and stared into his eyes, her eyes filled with tears.
"Oh, but you are handsome! You are the most handsome to me!"
"But still, why me?"
At this the girl rubbed her hand in his hair in their so usual childish gesture. But then her face became more alight as she brushed the back of his neck and moved up his face. She tickled her hand on the bristles on his face where he had recently shaved. He closed his eyes, feeling only her touch and burning passion, his cheek burning red against his white skin. He opened his eyes. His skin was slightly rough but it was still heaven to her skin. She whispered with a musical voice " You know very well why I chose you." Her thumb surfed over what was the surface of his lips. She leaned over ever so slightly and let her lips embrace his. She then pulled up and stared in his eyes. "I love you." "I love you, too." He moved her lips back on his. Her arms wrapped around his neck as his wrapped around her waist. He opened his mouth and let his tongue explore hers and felt her bottom lip. He kissed her cheek, and somehow his mouth migrated to her neck. Although her breathing was expressing sheer pleasure and he loved to feel her pulse race and her warm skin, the boy knew he was heading towards danger. He moved back up to her lips, ingesting her every smell and taste. And then he pulled away, coming back up for air, longing each millisecond to go back under the water to explore some more.

If only if only the woodpecker cried

Have you ever been confused? Well, of course you have. But have you ever thought that your thoughts were betraying you, and you couldn't control it? Maybe, just maybe. I look at my friends, and I sometimes daydream, romancing and enjoying them. But lately, my daydreams have taken a turn for the worst. They imagine someone...else. Someone not supposed to be there. I can't stop them, and lately I've been thinking, exactly what am I thinking? I spent my times today staring into space, trying to find myself. My friends were worried about me. and they did not understand my supposed gloom. Finally I tapped into what I was searching for. I wasn't meditating or anything. I just let myself go blank, and let my brain explore. That whole spiritualism thing that people spay you need to clear your mind is BS! As for my feelings, I'm not going to say it, even over the internet, because some people know who I is, so I'll just go with Stevie Wonder on this one with "We can work it out" and also Styx's "Renegade." You still won't be able to tell with those songs, but I can!!! Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go party till dawn

The bubbles will rise until they escape

Many of my friends have told me that I give good advice, that I tend to say very knowledgable things one minute, but a confusing thing next. Shoot, I even explained the proper way to hug a girl to one of my friends, giving each hug a certain feeling and meaning. I just think alot, you know? I figure that I live in my own world, and this world is made of just me, and how I see things. Sometimes I feel lonely because I am the only one in my world, and I haven't found a new "just yours friend," a form of friend I made up. It's a person who depends on you as much as you depend on them. These people can tell exactly what you are thinking, and will do anything to cheer you up, as you would do for them. They would drop anything for you. The only two just yours friends I've ever had is my boyfriend, who was my best friend before that, and my friend Ese. My boyfriend could tell my mood the way I spoke, like when I feel moody or sick, my voice sounds nasty. I talked on the phone with him once and he said "Are you in a bad mood today? Did something happen?" That day was actually a really bad day, but he made me laugh in the end on the phone. I still get nervous around him, but his atmosphere can calm me sometimes. I want to find another friend like that, who can calm me in my moody times. Everyone needs that kind of person, whether it be your spouse, family member, friend, or stranger you meet on the street. Wait, how did I get to talking about friends when this was supposed to be about the way people word things?

I thought a leg was this thingy!!! Not a drumstick!

Sometimes I look out my window while I'm in bed, and wish for stars to form. Where have they all gone? Why can't I see them in my town? I look at the people I love and wonder, they are healthy (well, most of them anyways) and wealthy enough to survive, so why aren't they happy? Why is it necessary to fight, just to feel like you have some worth? I have had some hardships, and looked over some fights. Unfortunately, I can't cry over big things, but only over small things. I can't cry much anymore. I've always had to hold them back. People look at me and wonder, why is she always so happy, so confident? I am so happy all the time because my friends and family need me to be happy. I need my happiness to reflect off of people so that they will be happy as well. I am this way because I am an actor. I have never really shown the full me, only part of me. I act like everything is okay, but in reality, everything is okay and I am just sad that others don't see what I see. I wake up early on weekends so that I could see the sunrise. I love seeing little things and see them so beautiful, even if they are ugly to others. Everyone and everything is beautiful. People say to me that my boyfriend is ugly, and a geek, but I happen to think he is so handsome. He's got gorgeous dark eyes that seem so mysterious and pulling you in, and he's got a big nose that I love to grab at, curly hair I love to ruffle, a goofy smile that makes me laugh, and soft hands that feel soft on my shoulder. Doesn't he seem handsome when I describe him? That's what I see. I don't see a geek, or a feakishly tall boy. Look at the flowers of weeds, and look closely, and don't tell me they are not in relaity very beautiful!!!