Freedom!

the weirdest thing just happened.
i just realized that all those annoying crushes are gone!
im free!!! it is the coolest feeling ever.
its like the feeling on the last day of school with the whole summer ahead of me.
yup thats how it feels not to have a crush on ne1.

Oh, to my dearest friend nick.



Once there was this boy.
he was always out to destroy
never did he think that it might annoy.
his hair was the color of chocolate
many times he acted like a rat.
it's prolly cause he never had a cat
many secrets he does hide
so stay away from his bad side

One day came a dinosaur with a star on its head
and a stitch for a mouth.
she saw this boy with a mop on its head
and hole for a mouth
her he made his victim
she even met his friend named Tim
He always followed his every whim
and boy his hair needed a trim
Many boys she had known
but none quite like this one.
so she said i will befriend
..even till the end
for words are things that we can mend.

You had Me at Hello

You say Andrea listen to me

Inside I say you have no idea how hard I’m listening.

Waiting, longing

Knowing not to hope

because to you I am only a friend.

I say Stop mixing up my life.

But don’t.

Passion

What is it that gives us life?

Is it the sun whose rays beat down on our heads when the days are long?

Could it be the rushing waters that flow down the street after a storm?

Or is it the electricity that sparks when your feet rub against the carpet.

No

It is fire.

Not the fire that you warm your toes by in the middle of winter.

Not the fire that rages through a forest, leaving darkness in its wake.

Not the fire that flickers from the candle in a church, amidst the prayers of many.

But the fire in our soul.

The passion that makes us fight to live.

This is the fire that the soldiers feel when defending their homeland.

The light that shines in the eyes of the newborn.

What happens then that light is gone?

It is the fury of the father when he is taken away from his family

The burning tears that spring from the broken heart of a girl

But what would happen if that fire was gone?

The passion that makes love

and the passion that makes war.

What happens when it's gone?