Dance in the Rain

Rain.
People find it so dismal and dark.
Almost depressing...
More like extremely depressing.
I can't see their reasoning for this.
Rain is mesmerizing, enchanting, magical.
Everything about it is amazing.

The way it sounds hitting everything with a light thud.
The way it tastes so pure.
The way it smells against the concrete after the storm.
The way it looks so mysterious dropping out of the sky as if by magic.
The way it feels against your skin cleansing it of all impurities.
Rain is the motive behind my smile.
The reason for my good mood.
So much more fun to go play in the rain,
Than it is to play in the hot sun.
More magical to kiss in the rain,
Than to kiss in the hot sun.
Rain just makes everything....
Better.
Rain is freedom.

Getting caught in the middle of a storm well that's just pure bliss.

The Truth About V-day

Valentine's Day.

Everyone whose in a relationship's favorite holiday.

Why?

What is so special about it?

I know what it is.

The truth about V-day.

Before I begin this sounds cynical.

Believe me,

I already considered this.

So let me begin with this.

V-day is great.

It's romantic and a good reason to show someone you love them.

It is fun and cute.

BUT...

It is also commercialised bullshit made up by Hallmark.

Why?

So they could sell more merchandise and make more money.

It's sad but true.

So next time time you feel like shit that you don't have a "special someone",

Just remember it is a bunch of bullshit for money making.

It's nothing to cry over,

Or more importantly,

It's nothing to kill yourself over.

If you are a V-day hater join the club.

I don't care much for it.

If you are offended by this...

You can suck it because I don't give a shit if you are offended.

That is the beauty of opinion and freedom of speech.

I'm not against love.

I am actually a hopeless romantic.

I just thing V-day isn't as amazingly important or special now...

I'm not even so sure it ever really was.

Hey Dad

What the hell happened to us?

How did things end so horribly?

I love you and I know I make you crazy.

You make me want to pull out my own hair sometimes too.

But how did things go so wrong so fast?

One minute we are laughing getting along,

The next you are yelling at me to get the fuck out and never return.

Why?

Why couldn't you just accept that I'm not you?

Why can't you except that I'm different?

That I have different views and oppinions.

That I can't be manipulated or brainwashed.

Daddy I love you but I can't take this anymore.

I can't take the hate,

The fighting,

Or the lies.

I was going crazy before this hell took over.

Not enough to leave,

I would have suck it up and kept taking it.

I would have stayed.

Would have bit my tongue and stayed for my sister.

But the truth is this.

I left because you broke your promise and that made us miserable.

I left because Carrie was the only reason I could even consider staying.

She left and I was depressed knowing she would be in a better place but I'd still be stuck.

Yes I left.

But did you have to make the move miserable?

Daddy can't you see that I am happy?

Healthy?

Everyone else can see that this was a good change for me.

So why can't you take off the blinders and see...

See that this was what is best for me.

I'm finally happy and in a place where everyone cares.

I know you are mad but you lied.

You took back your promise to Carrie.

For that I lost all respect for you.

I want to trust you.

But I can't.

I'm stronger now.

I won't let you walk all over me anymore.

I'm done.

I'm not sorry for what I've done,

Just that you can't grow a pair and do the right thing.

I know it hurts but so did everything you put me through.

That is why I left.

That is the reason that I'm not sorry.

By doing this,

By taking control of my own life.

I know I did the right thing.

So for that I will never be sorry.

Siren's Song or True Love Story?

Lips sweet as candy.

Face of angelic looks.

Voice of velvet.

Sounds too perfect to be true.

Are you?

Are you Prince Charming?

Or the evil king?

Here to sweep me off my feet?

Or break my heart?

Are your claims of love the real song to my heart?

Or are they the siren's song bent to leave me beat and broken?

Are you the dragon slaying wizard?

Or the blood sucking vampire?

Out to sea forever as an excuse to get away.

Will you take me with you?

Will you be true?
Will you be faithful?

Honest?

When you return,

(If you return),

Will you still love me?

Or was it all just a lie?

Are you My knight in shinning armor?

Or the villain in black?

Are you my love?

Or love turned to hate?

Is this a nightmare waiting to happen?

Or is this my one final dream come true?

Light and Dark. Night and Day.

Light.

Dark.

Day.

Night.

Life.

Death.

Cold.

Hot.

Summer.

Winter.

Fall.

Spring.

Solstice.

Equinox.

Sun.

Moon.

Love.

Hate.

Beginning.

End.

Shadow.

Shade.

everything.

Has.

An.

Opposite.

Life.

And.

Death.

Create.

A.

Balance.

That.

Will.

Never.

End.

As.

Life.

Ends.

Death.

Gives.

Rebirth.

And.

So.

We.

Live.

Again.

Life.

Never.

Truely.

Ends.

At.

The.

End.

Of.

One.

Chapter.

Is.

The.

Beginning.

Of.

The.

Next.

Thus.

The.

Cycle.

Continues.

Never.

Truly.

Ending.

Until.

The.

End.

Of.

Time.

Mr. Right

Broken girl,

Open wounds,

Ivisible scars.

You fixed me.

You put back the pieces of a shattered soul.

When no one else could find a way to save me,

There you were.

A vision of true perfection,

Perfection that's actually real.

Nothing is perfect,

I'd be insane to think that it is.

There is however such a thing as the perfect match.

It doesn't mean you are perfect,

You still make your mistakes,

As does everyone else.

Especially me.

I'm not perfect either.

In fact I am far from it.

But I am your perfect match.

As you are mine.

You put me back together,

To help me see that he wasn't right for me.

He broke me into a million tiny pieces.

Just when I thought I couldn't take it any longer.

I found a reason to live.

You.

I finally found my perfect man.

My Mr. Right.

Up for the challenge?

I know I am.

Another Year

Years go by and you get older.

Wiser even.

As the days go by,

You get another year older.

Life's a challenge worth living.

But only if you fight for it.

Tomorrow I'll be seventeen.

One year older,

Three hundred sixty-five days older.

Centuries wiser.

Yeah, yeah.

I'm only seventeen.

But I'm as wise,

No,

Wiser even than the Ogre that tried to raise me.

More like I raised him.

Then I broke free.

Now it's my turn to show you just how much I've learned,

How much I've grown.

I'm another year older.

Another year wiser.