Saturday, February 11, 2006
hello hello.
Friday, February 10, 2006
yay. i got 8 pts.
Monday, February 06, 2006
raise your head,
i was juz reading my older entries.
and i picked these few out.
i thought they were really nice. haha.
okay la, some of them are cheesy stuff.
i mean, i wrote them maybe a year or 2 back. so yah.
haha.
the others are stories i found la.
have a nice read. =)
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Her hair was up in a pony tail, her favorite dress tied with a bow.
Today was Daddy's Day at school, and she couldn't wait to go.
But her mommy tried to tell her, that she probably should stay home.
Why the kids might not understand, if she went to school alone.
But she was not afraid; she knew just what to say.
What to tell her classmates of why he wasn't there today.
But still her mother worried, for her to face this day alone.
And that was why once again, she tried to keep her daughter home.
But the little girl went to school, eager to tell them all.
About a dad she never sees a dad who never calls.
There were daddies along the wall in back, for everyone to meet.
Children squirming impatiently, anxious in their seats.
One by one the teacher called, a student from the class.
To introduce their daddy, as seconds slowly passed.
At last the teacher called her name, every child turned to stare.
Each of them was searching, for a man who wasn't there.
"Where's her daddy at?" she heard a boy call out.
"She probably doesn't have one," another student dared to shout.
And from somewhere near the back, she heard a daddy say,
"Looks like another deadbeat dad, too busy to waste his day."
The words did not offend her, as she smiled up at her Mom.
And looked back at her teacher, who told her to go on.
And with hands behind her back, slowly she began to speak.
And out from the mouth of a child, came words incredibly unique.
"My Daddy couldn't be here, because he lives so far away.
But I know he wishes he could be, since this is such a special day.
And though you cannot meet him, I wanted you to know.
All about my daddy, and how much he loves me so.
He loved to tell me stories he taught me to ride my bike.
He surprised me with red roses, and taught me to fly a kite.
We used to share fudge sundaes, and ice cream in a cone.
And though you cannot see him, I'm not standing here alone.
"Cause my daddy's always with me, even though we are apart,
I know because he told me, he'll forever be in my heart."
With that, her little hand reached up, and lay across her chest.
Feeling her own heartbeat, beneath her favorite dress.
And from somewhere in the crowd of dads, her mother stood in tears.
Proudly watching her daughter, who was wise beyond her years.
For she stood up for the love of a man not in her life.
Doing what was best for her, doing what was right.
And when she dropped her hand back down, staring straight into the crowd.
She finished with a voice so soft, but its message clear and loud.
"I love my daddy very much, he's my shining star.
And if he could, he'd be here, but heaven's just too far.
But sometimes when I close my eyes, it's like he never went away."
And then she closed her eyes, and saw him there that day.
And to her mother's amazement, she witnessed with surprise.
A room full of daddies and children, all starting to close their eyes.
Who knows what they saw before them, who knows what they felt inside.
Perhaps for merely a second, they saw him at her side.
"I know you're with me Daddy," to the silence she called out.
And what happened next made believers, of those once filled with doubt.
Not one in that room could explain it, for each of their eyes had been closed.
But there on the desk beside her, was a fragrant long-stemmed red rose.
And a child was blessed, if only for a moment, by the love of her shining bright star.
And given the gift of believing, that heaven is never too far.
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--
true love is found when she shows her flaws,
when you know her weaknesses,
when you overlook her imperfections,
and you still cant live without her.
--
A black man walked into a cafe one early morning and noticed that he was the only black man there. As he sat down, he noticed a white man behind him.
The white man said, "Colored people are not allowed here."
The black man turned around and stood up.
He then said:"When I was born I was black,"
"When I grew up I was black,"
"When I'm sick I'm black,"
"When I go in the sun I'm black,"
"When I'm cold I'm black,"
"When I die I'll be black."
"But you sir..."
"When you're born you're pink,"
"When you grow up you're white,"
"When you're sick, you're green,"
"When you go in the sun you turn red,"
"When you're cold you turn blue,"
"And when you die you turn purple."
"And you have the nerve to call me colored!!!"
Then the black man sat back down and the white man walked away.
--
boy: i saw her today.
girl: i saw him today.
boy: it seems like its been forever.
girl: i wonder if he still cares.
boy: she looks better than before.
girl: i couldnt stop staring at him.
boy: i asked her how things were going.
girl: i asked about his new girlfriend.
boy: i'd choose her over any girl i'm with.
girl: hes probablly really happy right now.
boy: i couldnt look at her without starting to cry.
girl: he couldnt even look at me.
boy: i told her i miss her.
girl: he doesnt mean it.
boy: i meant it.
girl: he didnt mean it.
boy: i love her.
girl: he loves his new girlfriend.
boy: i held her for the last time.
girl: he gave me a friendly hug.
boy: then i went home and cried.
girl: then i went home and cried.
boy: i lost her.
girl: i still love him.
--
dimly lit street,
in the dead of night.
you lie in bed
sound asleep
shadow moving ever so surreptitiously
in the deserted streets outside.
climb over the gate
and into your house.
peer into the window
and your pretty face comes to view.
other side of me says,
she caused you all this pain.
are you gonna go all soft?
jaw clenched.
clamber through the window
like a silent predator.
blade in hand.
over your neck.
tears form in my eyes.
close them tight.
and an ear-piercing scream that tore into the night.
lights flick on.
body close to the wall.
figure walks through the doorway
killer instinct kicks in
spins around swiftly
wrist flicks with a jerk.
blade leaves hand
body falls fast
cold to the touch
two lives a night
is more than enough.
a hasty getaway.
silhouette at the window
and through the corner of his eye,
the shadow whizzes out of sight.
ive got the guts, the blade and.
your address.
i just need to hate you.watch me turn everything i am into hatred;
if i turned everything i am into hatred,
i'd kill you.
--
17-year-old Brian Moore had only a short time to write something for the Fellowship of Christian Athletes meeting. It was his turn to lead the discussion so he sat down and wrote. He showed the essay, titled "The Room" to his mother, Beth, before he headed out the door. "I wowed 'em," he later told his father, Bruce. "It's a killer, It's the bomb. It's the best thing I ever wrote." It also was the last. Brian's parents had forgotten about the essay when a cousin found it while cleaning out the teenager's locker at Teary Valley High School.
Brian had been dead only hours, but his parents desperately wanted every piece of his life near them -- the crepe paper that had adorned his locker during his senior football season, notes from classmates and teachers, his homework. Only two months before, he had handwritten the essay about encountering Jesus in a file room full of cards detailing every moment of the teen's life.
But it was only after Brian's death that Beth and Bruce Moore realized that their son had described his view of heaven. "It makes such an impact that people want to share it. You feel like you are there." Mr. Moore said.
Brian Moore died May 27, 1997, the day after Memorial Day. He was driving home from a friend's house when his car went off Bulen-Pierce Road in Pickaway County and struck a utility pole. He emerged from the wreck unharmed but stepped on a downed power line and was electrocuted.
Brian seemed to excel at everything he did. He was an honor student. He told his parents he loved them "a hundred times a day," Mrs. Moore said. He was a star wide receiver for the Teary's Valley Football team and had earned a four-year scholarship to Capital University in Columbus because of his athletic and academic abilities.
He took it upon himself to learn how to help a fellow student who used a wheelchair at school. During one homecoming ceremony, Brian walked on his tiptoes so that the girl he was escorting wouldn't be embarrassed about being taller than him.
He adored his kid brother, Bruce, now 14. He often escorted his grandmother, Evelyn Moore, who lives in Columbus, to church.
"I always called him the "deep thinker", Evelyn said of her eldest grandson.
Two years after his death, his family still struggles to understand why Brian was taken from them. They find comfort at the cemetery where Brian is buried, just a few blocks from their home. They visit daily. A candle and dozens of silk and real flowers keep vigil over the gravesite.
The Moore's framed a copy of Brian's essay and hung it among the family portraits in the living room.
"I think God used him to make a point. I think we were meant to find it and make something out of it," Mrs. Moore said of the essay.
She and her husband want to share their son's vision of life after death. "I'm happy for Brian. I know he's in heaven. I know I'll see him again someday," Mrs. Moore said. "It just hurts so bad now."
The Room...
In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features except for the one wall covered with small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order.
But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endless in either direction, had very different headings.
As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read "Girls I have liked." I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that recognized the names written on each one.
And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was.
This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life.
Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn't match.
A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content.
Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching.
A file named "Friends" was next to one marked "Friends I have betrayed." The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird. "Books I Have Read", "Lies I Have Told", "Comfort I have Given", "Jokes I Have Laughed at".
Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: "Things I've yelled at my brothers". Others I couldn't laugh at: "Things I Have Done in My Anger", "Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents."
I never ceased to be surprised by the contents. Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived.
Could it be possible that I had the time in my years to write each of these thousands or even millions of cards?
But each card confirmed this truth.
Each was written in my own handwriting.
Each signed with my signature.
When I pulled out the file marked "Songs I have listened to", i realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of music but more by the vast time I knew that file represented.
When I came to a file marked "Lustful Thoughts", I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size, and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content. I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded.
An almost animal rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: "No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!"
In insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it.
Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh.
And then I saw it.
The title bore "People I Have Shared the Gospel With". The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand.
And then the tears came.i began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt. They started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes.
No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key.
But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him.
I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn't bear to watch His response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own. He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes.
Why did He have to read every one?
Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes.
But this was a pity that didn't anger me.
I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn't say a word. He just cried with me.
Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign his name over mine on each card.
"No!" I shouted rushing to Him.
All I could find to say was "No, no," as I pulled the card from Him.
His name shouldn't be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive.
The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood.
He gently took the card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards.
I don't think I'll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side.
He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, "It is finished." I stood up, and He led me out of the room.
"I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me." --- Philippians 4:13
"For God so loved the world that He gave His only son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life." --- John 3:16
--
A young man learns what's most important in life from the guy next door. It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man. College, girls, career, and life itself got in the way. In fact, Jack moved clear across the country in pursuit of his dreams. There, in the rush of his busy life, Jack had little time to think about the past and often no time to spend with his wife and son. He was working on his future, and nothing could stop him. Over the phone, his mother told him, "Mr.. Belser died last night. The funeral is Wednesday."
Memories flashed through his mind like an old newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.
"Jack, did you hear me?"
"Oh sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It's been so long since I thought of him. I'm sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago," Jack said.
"Well, he didn't forget you. Every time I saw him he'd ask how you were doing. He'd reminisce about the many days you spent over 'his side of the fence' as he put it," Mom told him.
"I loved that old house he lived in," Jack said.
"You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make sure you had a man's influence in your life," she said.
"He's the one who taught me carpentry," he said. "I wouldn't be in this business if it weren't for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me things he thought were important...Mom, I'll be there for the funeral," Jack said.
As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his hometown. Mr. Belser's funeral was small and uneventful. He had no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.
The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see the old house next door one more time.
Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing over into another dimension, a leap through space and time.
The house was exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories. Every picture, every piece of furniture....Jack stopped suddenly.
"What's wrong, Jack?" his Mom asked.
"The box is gone," he said. "What box?" Mom asked.
"There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he'd ever tell me was 'the thing I value most,'" Jack said.
It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered it, except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it. "Now I'll never know what was so valuable to him," Jack said. "I better get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom."
It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died. Returning home from work one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. "Signature required on a package. No one at home. Please stop by the main post office within the next three days," the note read.
Early the next day Jack retrieved the package. The small box was old and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention. "Mr. Harold Belser" it read.
Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the package. There inside was the gold box and an envelope. Jack's hands shook as he read the note inside.
"Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett. It's the thing I valued most in my life." A small key was taped to the letter. His heart racing, as tears filling his eyes, Jack carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch.
Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the cover. Inside he found these words engraved:
"Jack, Thanks for your time! -Harold Belser."
"The thing he valued most...was...my time."
Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared his appointments for the next two days. "Why?" Janet, his assistant asked.
"I need some time to spend with my son," he said. "Oh, by the way, Janet...thanks for your time!" "Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away,"
--
Dear Mommy,
I am in Heaven now, sitting on Jesus' lap.
He loves me and cries with me; for my heart has been broken.
I so wanted to be your little girl.
I don't quite understand what has happened.
I was so excited when I began realizing my existence.
I was in a dark, yet comfortable place.
I saw I had fingers and toes.
I was pretty far along in my developing, yet not near ready to leave my surroundings.
I spent most of my time thinking or sleeping.
Even from my earliest days, I felt a special bonding between you and me.
Sometimes I heard you crying and I cried with you.
Sometimes you would yell or scream, then cry.
I heard Daddy yelling back.
I was sad, and hoped you would be better soon.
I wondered why you cried so much.
One day you cried almost all of the day.
I hurt for you.
I couldn't imagine why you were so unhappy.
That same day, the most horrible thing happened.
A very mean monster came into that warm, comfortable place I was in.
I was so scared, I began screaming, but you never once tried to help me.
Maybe you never heard me.
The monster got closer and closer as I was screaming and screaming,
"Mommy, Mommy, help me please; Mommy, help me."
Complete terror was all I felt.
I screamed and screamed until I thought I couldn't anymore.
Then the monster started ripping my arms off.
It hurt so bad; the pain I can never explain.
It didn't stop.
Oh, how I begged it to stop.
I screamed in horror as it ripped my leg off.
I was in such complete pain, I knew I was dying.
I knew I would never see your face or hear you say how much you love me.
I wanted to make all your tears go away.
I had so many plans to make you happy.
Now I couldn't; all my dreams were shattered.
Though I was in utter pain and horror, I felt the pain of my heart breaking, above all.
I wanted more than anything to be your daughter.
No use now, for I was dying a painful death.
I could only imagine the terrible things that they had done to you.
I wanted to tell you that I love you before I was gone, but I didn't know the words you could understand.
And soon, I no longer had the breath to say them;
I was dead;
I was gone.
I no longer felt the warmth of your body.
Everything was bright; even the monster was gone.
I did not understand.
Did you save me, Mommy?
Did you rescue me from that horrible monster that was taking me away from you?
Then, I felt myself rising.
I was being carried by a huge angel into a big beautiful place.
I was still crying, but the physical pain was gone.
The angel took me to Jesus and set me on His lap.
He said He loved me, and He was my Father.
Then I was happy.
I asked Him what the thing was that killed me.
He answered, "Abortion. I am sorry, my child; for I know how it feels."
I don't know what abortion is;
I guess that's the name of the monster.
I'm writing to say that I love you and to tell you how much I wanted to be your little girl.
I tried very hard to live.
I wanted to live.
I had the will, but I couldn't;
the monster was too powerful.
It sucked my arms and legs off and finally got all of me.
It was impossible to live.
I just wanted you to know I tried to stay with you.
I didn't want to die.
Also, Mommy, please watch out for that abortion monster.
Mommy, I love you and I would hate for you to go through the kind of pain I did.
Please be careful.
Love,
Your Baby Girl
--
a man had a dream about him and the Lord. He and God were taking a walk along the coast of a beach. the skies were blue and the clouds were fluffy. as they walked along, 2 trails of footsteps could be seen. the man's, and God's.
however, the few recent events of his life made him depressed. he felt down and was extremely upset. "Lord, didnt you say that, once i believed in you, you would follow me all the way? where're you now that im so depressed? i only see 1 trail of footsteps."
"of course i wont leave you, my dear. i will always follow you. because when you require support when you are so depressed, it is then, that i carry you."
--
and it was absolutely horrible.
for nothing went right.
trudged home with spirits dampened.
with a blank mind.
lifeless eyes.
anger and rage.
but depression and helplessness at the same time.
head hung low
climbed stair after stair.
reached home, only to find myself standing by the ledge.
looked towards the sky,
closed my eyes.
and i felt the arms of death embrace me
as the ground rushed quickly to meet me.
--
peace and serenity
in the dead of night.
shattered by an ear-piercing scream that tore into the night.
silhoutte against the door.
knife in hand.
stained red,
dripping with blood.
swift and agile,
a silent killer.
fiery contempt ablaze within eyes of hatred.
movement with great haste, aggression, and perception.
in for the kill,
out in seconds for getaway.
dont give time for reaction.
when you go in, go in hard.
if you think you cant accomplish it, dont bother trying;
failed attempts are useless.
im coming for you. watch out.
--
in a frenzy
it all happened so fast
whats before is past.
get a grip over yourself.
black. and white; grey.
nostalgy.
but i like past, damnit.
dont lie to me;
i can see through you.
dont fall for me;
i wont catch you.
dont cry over me;
im not worth it.
let me lie;
i want to live my dream.
shatter my heart;
and i will fall.
pain, i will experience.
but express it, not.
pretence will cover.
you. will not discover.
--
a wound that will never heal;
a scar that will never fade;
a love that will never die;
a memory that i will never forget;
a pain that will never ease;
a hope that will never vanish.
i will feed on hope to numb the hunger.
with a razor in hand
it was all too much
body fell fast
ice cold to the touch.
i will fall.
--
There was this little girl sitting by herself in the park. Everyone passed by her and never stopped to see why she looked so sad. Dressed in a worn pink dress, barefoot and dirty, the girl just sat and watched the people go by. She never tried to speak. She never said a word. Many people passed by her, but no one would stop.
The next day I decided to go back to the park in curiosity to see if the little girl would still be there. Yes, she was there, right in the very spot where she was yesterday, and still with the same sad look in her eyes. Today I was to make my own move and walk over to the little girl. For as we all know, a park full of strange people is not a place for young children to play alone. As I got closer I could see the back of the little girl's dress. It was grotesquely shaped. I figured that was the reason people just passed by and made no effort to speak to her. Deformities are a low blow to our society and, heaven forbid if you make a step toward assisting someone who is different. As I got closer, the little girl lowered her eyes slightly to avoid my intent stare. As I approached her, I could see the shape of her back more clearly. She was grotesquely shaped in a humped over form. I smiled to let her know it was OK; I was there to help, to talk.
I sat down beside her and opened with a simple, "Hello".
The little girl acted shocked, and stammered a "hi"; after a long stare into my eyes.
I smiled and she shyly smiled back. We talked until darkness fell and the park was completely empty. I asked the girl why she was so sad.
The little girl looked at me with a sad face said, "Because, I'm different".
I immediately said, "That you are!"; and smiled.
The little girl acted even sadder and said, "I know."
"Little girl," I said, "you remind me of an angel, sweet and innocent."
She looked at me and smiled, then slowly she got to her feet and said, "Really?"
"Yes, you're like a little Guardian Angel sent to watch over all people walking by."
She nodded her head yes, and smiled.
With that she opened the back of her pink dress and allowed her wings to spread, then she said "I am. I'm your Guardian Angel," with a twinkle in her eye.
I was speechless -- sure I was seeing things.
She said, "For once you thought of someone other than yourself. My job here is done".
I got to my feet and said, "Wait, why did no one stop to help an angel?"
She looked at me, smiled, and said, "You're the only one that could see me," and then she was gone.
--
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--
i'm sorry if i hurt you,
i'm sorry if you cry.
i'm sorry that you didn't see,
that i wanted to die.
seeing you go,
hurt me so.
don't you cry,
not one tear.
i'll always love you,
i'll always be near.
true, i was young,
but i broke; i couldnt take it.
my life was done,
so i'll not fake it.
the pain i felt,
intensified and amplified.
but what can i say?
all i can do is sigh.
when i'm gone,
i want you to see
that i was not happy,
and this is the way it had to be.
in this note,
you see my glory.
my life, my death,
is my sad story..
--
i knew someday it would have to end
i knew eventually i would have to go back to calling you friend
it's killing me that now that day has come
if it's for the best then where is this pain from
i know deep inside that this is what i had to do
but it's breaking my heart to walk away from you
i'm trying my best to appear strong
but it's hard when part of me says that in your arms is where i belong
i still love you with all my heart
that's not going to change even though we're apart.
there are so many of our special times i'm going to miss
all the words i ever said or wrote still hold true
but for now from a distance is where I'll be loving you
maybe you need me as a friend to help you through
we both have issues no one knows of
neither of us had the strength to be true to our love
maybe we will be together again if it was meant to be
but for now please don't stop loving me
even though we're not together
i'll still be here
with a shoulder to cry on or a sympathetic ear
the story of love can be quicker than the blink of an eye
but our story won't be over until the day that we die
--
the night was dreary as the rain came down.
she said, "let's go for a ride away from town."
all through the ride, she had nothing to say.
it was almost as if something stood in her way.
then suddenly it came, out of the blue.
"my parents said i have to break up with you."
"i'm sorry," she said, "i can't pretend."
"my parents said our love must end."
she took off his ring and tears came from his eyes
at the same time, the fear of losing her began to rise.
with tears threatening to fall, he held them back.
as he unconsciously parked the car on the track.
he wrote something on a piece of paper
he held her hand and said, "read it later."
he always wished they would never part.
he said in a sad voice, "you just broke my heart."
she opened the door & walked out into the rain
thats when she saw the lights of the train.
realising too late what she had sighted,
with the blink of an eye, metal collided.
all she could remember was blood running red,
and someone saying, "i'm sorry, he's dead."
the ambulance sounded like an agonising cry,
then she read the paper, and it said, "without you i'd die..."
--
threats
"Alethia," he murmured. "Will you marry me?"
She glanced up in surprise, for she was not expecting this. "Marry you?" she repeated incredulously, her blue eyes twinkling in amusement. "We have only been out once, Lucien, and already you are hearing wedding bells?"
He frowned, not at all pleased by her sentence. His men saw him tense and took a step towards Alethia, glaring menacingly.
"Alethia," he said calmly, all pleasantness gone from his voice. "We have been through this before. You do not have a choice."
She laughed and once again, he frowned unpleasantly. "What are you going to do if - when - I reject your proposal?" she questioned, giving him a half smile. "Kidnap me?"
He did not like her tone when she was speaking to him. She still thought he was joking. "We shall see," he murmured simply, and stalked out of the fancy restaurant they were dining in, with his two bodyguards trailing after him.
Alethia reached home late that night, for she had gone to her friend's, Stephanie's, house to talk about Lucien's proposal. She felt slightly troubled to hear Lucien speak to her like that and was worried what he might do.
The phone rang.
Alethia sighed and dropped her shopping bags onto the floor, moving slowly towards the phone.
"Alethia," the voice said. In the background, someone was screaming.
She blinked. "Lu-Lucien?"
The voice did not answer her but instead, went on. "I've got a knife around Stephanie's neck."
The sentence was so precise, so easy to understand but it took Alethia several moments to get his meaning. "Are you joking?" she asked in a hushed tone.
The voice laughed cruelly and suddenly she could hear Stephanie's voice.
"Alethia!" Stephanie screamed into the phone. "Help me! Lucien has - "
"Lucien?" Alethia panicked. "What about Lucien?"
There was silence on the other line. Then at last, a final scream that tore into the night.
Alethia felt back onto her couch, traumatised. "That must be someone playing a sick joke," she murmured to herself, refusing to believe Stephanie was in danger.
Someone knocked on the door. With a heavy heart, she went over and yanked it open, only to find...
... Lucien standing there with blood dripping from his knife.
He smiled nastily.
"Now will you marry me?"
Alethia screamed with all her might and tore up the stairs. She remembered her parents were out that night (fortunately) and had left her younger brother, Damien, with her (unfortunately). She ran into his room and woke him up.
"We must go!" she yelled hurriedly, facing Damien.
"Why must we - " he broke off, the confusion on his face was quickly turned into fear. "B-behind you, Alethia, look behind you!"
She spun around and her heart stopped. Alethia backed away from Lucien, whose eyes flashed dangerously and whose lips were curling into an evil smile.
In an instant, he was beside her and her brother.
He grabbed hold of Damien's neck, lifting him off the bed effortlessly. Alethia found herself frozen, staring unblinking at Damien's pale face. It was only when he started choking that she reacted.
"Leave him alone!" she screamed, clawing at Lucien's outstretched arm. "He's innocent."
Lucien pushed Alethia away from Damien and she lost her balance, collapsing onto the ground. He smiled in a crazed way.
"Innocent you say?" he murmured. "These are the people that are stopping you from accepting me. How can they be -" Lucien clutched Damien's neck tighter. "- Innocent?"
A chill ran down Alethia's spine. Damien was slowly turning purple. "Please," she pleaded helplessly. "Let him go."
Lucien finally released him and the boy dropped onto the floor.
He was not moving.
He was not breathing.
Alethia bent over Damien's corpse, crying. "How could you do this to him?" she sobbed. "He was only six."
Lucien did not reply, for he was interrupted by the sound of the front door opening. Alethia's parents were home.
He smiled crookedly, raising his bloody knife.
"Now will you marry me?"
--
a girl asked a guy if he thought she was pretty, he said..no. she asked him if he would want to be with her forever.. and he said no. then she asked him if she were to leave, would he cry? and once again he replied with a no. she had heard enough.
as she walked away, tears streaming down her face. then the boy grabbed her arm and said... youre not pretty, youre beautiful, i dont want to be with you forever, i need to be with you forever, and i wouldnt cry if you walked away... i'd die...
--
A kindergarten teacher has decided to let her class play a game. The teacher told each child in the class to bring along a plastic bag containing a few potatoes. Each potato will be given a name of a person that the child hates, so the number of potatoes that a child will put in his/her plastic bag will depend on the number of people he/she hates. So when the day came, every child brought some potatoes with the name of the people he/she hated. Some had 2 potatoes; some 3 while some up to 5 potatoes. The teacher then told the children to carry with them the potatoes in the plastic bag wherever they go (even to the toilet) for 1 week.
Days after days passed by, and the children started to complain due to the unpleasant smell let out by the rotten potatoes. Besides, those having 5 potatoes also had to carry heavier bags. After 1 week, the children were relieved because the game had finally ended.
The teacher asked: "How did you feel while carrying the potatoes with you for 1 week?" The children let out their frustrations and started complaining of the trouble that they had to go through having to carry the heavy and smelly potatoes wherever they go. Then the teacher told them the hidden meaning behind the game. The teacher said: "This is exactly the situation when you carry your hatred for somebody inside your heart. The stench of hatred will contaminate your heart and you will carry it with you wherever you go. If you cannot tolerate the smell of rotten potatoes for just 1 week, can you imagine what is it like to have the stench of hatred in your heart for your lifetime?"
--
It's a Tuesday, night and you are at a church prayer meeting when somebody runs in from the parking lot yelling, "Turn on a radio, turn on a radio!"
And while the church listens to a little transistor radio with a microphone stuck up to it, the announcement is made: "Two women are lying in a Long Island hospital dying from a 'mystery' flu." Within hours it seems, this thing just sweeps across the country.
People are working around the clock trying to find an antidote. Nothing is working! California, Oregon, Arizona, Florida, Massachusetts.
It's as though it's just sweeping in from the borders.
And then, all of a sudden, the news comes out. The code has been broken. A cure can be found. A vaccine can be made. It's going to take the blood of somebody who hasn't been infected, and so, sure enough,all through the Midwest, through all those channels of emergency broadcasting, everyone is asked to do one simple thing: Go to your downtown hospital and have your blood type taken. That's all we ask of you. When you hear the sirens go off in your neighborhood, please make your way quickly, quietly, and safely to the hospitals.
Sure enough, when you and your family get down there late on that Friday night, there is a long line, and they've got nurses and doctors coming out and pricking fingers and taking blood and putting labels on it.
Your wife and your kids are out there, and they take your blood type and they say, "Wait here in the parking lot and if we call your name, you can be dismissed and go home."
You stand around, scared, with your neighbors, wondering what in the world is going on and if this is the end of the world.
Suddenly a young man comes running out of the hospital screaming. He's yelling a name and waving a clipboard. What? He yells it again! And your son tugs on your jacket and says, "Daddy, that's me."
Before you know it, they have grabbed your boy. Wait a minute!
Hold on! And they say, "It's okay, his blood is clean. His blood is pure.
We want to make sure he doesn't have the disease. We think he has got the right type." Five tense minutes later, out come the doctors and nurses, crying and hugging one another ... some are even laughing. It's the first time you have seen anybody laugh in a week, and an old doctor walks up to you and says, "Thank you, sir. Your son's blood type is perfect. It's clean, it is pure, and we can make the vaccine." As the word begins to spread all across that parking lot full of folks, people are screaming and praying and laughing and crying.
Then the gray-haired doctor pulls you and your wife aside and says, "May we see you for moment? We didn't realize that the donor would be a minor and we need ...... we need you to sign a consent form." You begin to sign and then you see that the number of pints of blood to be taken has been left blank.
"H-how many pints?", you ask.
And that is when the old doctor's smile fades and he says, "We had no idea it would be little child. We weren't prepared. I'm sorry sir, we need it all!"
"But but .. You don't understand."
"We are talking about the world here. Please sign. We need it all!"
"But can't you give him a transfusion?"
"If we had clean blood we would. Can you sign? Would you sign?"
In numb silence, you do.
Then they say, "Would you like to have a moment with him before we begin?"
Can you walk back? Can you walk back to that room where he sits on a table saying, "Daddy? Mommy? What's going on?" Can you take his hands and say, "Son, your mommy and I love you, and we would never ever let anything happen to you that didn't just have to be. Do you understand that?"
And when that old doctor comes back in and says, "I'm sorry, we've GOT to get started! People all over the world are dying.
Can you leave?"
Can you walk out while he is saying, "Daddy? Mommy? Daddy?"
"Why, why have you forsaken me?"
And then next week, when they have the ceremony to honor your son some folks sleep through it ... some folks don't even come because they go to the lake or the seashore ... some folks come with a pretentious smile and just "pretend" to care. Would you want to jump up and say, "MY SON DIED FOR YOU! DON'T YOU CARE?"
Is that what GOD wants to say? "MY SON DIED FOR YOU. DON'T YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I CARE?"
"FATHER, seeing it from YOUR eyes breaks our hearts. Maybe now we can begin to comprehend the great Love YOU have for us."
--
10th grade
As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me. She was my so called "best friend". I stared at her long, silky hair, and wished she was mine. But she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. After class, she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before and handed them to her. She said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
11th grade
The phone rang. On the other end, it was her. She was in tears, mumbling on and on about how her love had broken her heart. She asked me to come over because she didn't want to be alone, so I did. As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine. After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie, and three bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep. She looked at me, said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
Senior year
The day before prom she walked to my locker. "My date is sick" she said; he's not going to go well, I didn't have a date, and in 7th grade, we made a promise that if neither of us had dates, we would go together just as "best friends". So we did. Prom night, after everything was over, I was standing at her front door step! I stared at her as she smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes. I want her to be mine, but she isn't think of me like that, and I know it. Then she said "I had the best time, thanks!" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
Graduation Day
A day passed, then a week, then a month. Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated like an angel up on stage to get her diploma. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. Before everyone went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and cried as I hugged her. Then she lifted her head from my shoulder and said, "you're my best friend, thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
A Few Years Later
Now I sit in the pews of the church. That girl is getting married now. I watched her say "I do" and drive off to her new life, married to another man. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't see me like that, and I knew it. But before she drove away, she came to me and said "you came!". She said "thanks" and kissed me on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
Funeral
Years passed, I looked down at the coffin of a girl who used to be my "best friend". At the service, they read a diary entry she had written in her high school years. This is what it read:
I stare at him wishing he was mine, but he doesn't notice me like that, and I know it. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love him but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. I wish he would tell me he loved me!
I wish I did too... I thought to myself, and I cried.
--
A butcher watching over his shop is really surprised when he saw a dog coming inside the shop. He shoos him away. But later, the dog is back again. So, he goes over to the dog and notices he has a note in his mouth. He takes the note and it reads, "Can I have 12 sausages and a leg of lamb, please. The dog has money in his mouth, as well." The butcher looks inside and, lo and behold, there is a ten-dollar note there. So he takes the money and puts the sausages and lamb in a bag, placing it in the dog's mouth. The butcher is so impressed, and since it's about closing time, he decides to shut up shop and follow the dog.
So off he goes. The dog is walking down the street when he comes to a level crossing. The dog puts down the bag, jumps up and presses the button. Then he waits patiently, bag in mouth, for the lights to turn. They do, and he walks across the road, with the butcher following him all the way.
The dog then comes to a bus stop, and starts looking at the timetable. The butcher is in awe at this stage. The dog checks out the times, and then sits on one of the seats provided. Along comes a bus. The dog walks around to the front, looks at the number, and goes back to his seat.
Another bus comes. Again the dog goes and looks at the number, notices
it's the right bus, and climbs on. The butcher, by now, open-mouthed, follows him onto the bus. The bus travels through the town and out into the suburbs, the dog looking at the scenery. Eventually he gets up, and moves to the front of the bus. He stands on 2 back paws and pushes the button to stop the bus. Then he gets off, his groceries still in his mouth.
Well, dog and butcher are walking along the road, and then the dog turns into a house. He walks up the path, and drops the groceries on the step. Then he walks back down the path, takes a big run, and throws himself against the door. He goes back down the path, runs up to the door and again, it throws himself against it. There's no answer at the house, so the dog goes back down the path, jumps up on a narrow wall, and walks along the perimeter of the garden. He gets to the window, and beats his head against it several times, walks back, jumps off, and waits at the door.
The butcher watches as a big guy opens the door, and starts abusing the dog, kicking him and punching him, and swearing at him. The butcher runs up, and stops the guy. "What in heaven's name are you doing? The dog is a genius. He could be on TV, for the life of me!" to which the guy responds, "You call this clever? This is the second time this week that this stupid dog's forgotten his key."
--
You have this friend since elementary and after college the both of you never talk to each other or call each other anymore. But she is someone really special to you, and you're someone very special to her too..
5 years later you receive a phone call from her...
"Hi Michelle, I'll visit you" she says
"Hi Leah, when?" you ask her
"Just wait for me" she replies....
It seems weird but you prepared for her coming anyways. One rainy night you hear a knock on the door. And you're surprised to see that it's your friend Leah. Losing touch for 5 years. its been a long time, so the both of you talk about everything... The both of you go to your room upstairs. Suddenly there's a black-out. So the 2 of you talk in candle light. Then the phone rings...
"I'll just get the phone downstairs" you say, since there's no phone upstairs.
"No, don't get it, we're in the middle of our girl talk" she says
"It might be important," you say
"Okay if you say so, but promise me you'll be back.." she says
So you promised her a million times that you'll be back. Then you run downstairs to answer the phone...
"Hello," you say
"Hi, Is this Michelle?" the person on the other line asks
"Yeah," you answer, wondering who is it.
"I called on behalf of Leah's family, they had a tragic accident and her parents are in the hospital right now..." He continues.
"And Leah?" you ask, forgetting that leah's upstairs..
"She passed away.." he says, then he hangs up. You slowly put the phone down and look at the long stairs...
would you go back?
as you promised?
--
Jenny was so happy about the house they had found.
For once in her life it was on the right side of town.
She unpacked her things with such great ease.
As she watched her new curtains blow in the breeze.
How wonderful it was to have her own room.
School would be starting; she'd have friends over soon.
There'd be sleep-overs, and parties; she was so happy
It's just the way she wanted her life to be.
On the first day of school, everything went great.
She made new friends and even got a date!
She thought, "I want to be popular and I'm going to be,
Because I just got a date with the star of the team!"
To be known in this school you had to have a clout,
And dating this guy would sure help her out.
There was only one problem stopping her fate.
Her parents had said she was too young to date.
"Well, I just won't tell them the entire truth.
They won't know the difference; what's there to lose?"
Jenny asked to stay with her friends that night.
Her parents frowned but said, "All right."
Excited, she got ready for the big event
But as she rushed around like she had no sense,
She began to feel guilty about all the lies,
But what's a pizza, a party, and a moonlight ride?
Well the pizza was good, and the party was great,
But the moonlight ride would have to wait.
For Jeff was half drunk by this time.
She felt someone remove her from the twisted rubble,
And heard, call an ambulance!
These kids are in trouble!
Voices she heard...a few words at best.
But she knew there were two cars involved in the wreck.
Then wondered to herself if Jeff was all right,
And if the people in the other car was alive.
She awoke in the hospital to faces so sad.
"You've been in a wreck and it looks pretty bad."
These voices echoed inside her head,
As they gently told her that Jeff was dead.
They said "Jenny, we've done all we can do.
But it looks as if we'll lose you too."
"But the people in the other car!? "Jenny cried.
"We're sorry, Jenny, they also died."
Jenny prayed, "God, forgive me for what I've done
I only wanted to have just one night of fun."
"Tell those people's family, I've made their lives dim,
And wish I could return their families to them."
"Tell Mom and Dad I'm sorry I lied,
And that it's my fault so many have died.
Oh, nurse, won't you please tell them that for me?"
The nurse just stood there-she never agreed.
But took Jenny's hand with tears in her eyes.
And a few moments later Jenny died.
A man asked the nurse,
"Why didn't you do your best?
To bid that girl her one last request?"
She looked at the man with eyes so sad.
"Because the people in the other car
were her mom and dad."
etched at 9:50 PM
eng - a1
emath - 1
phy - 1
hist elec - 1
bio - 2
geog - 2
amath - 2
chem - 3 (wtf man.)
chi - 6.
YAY 8 POINTS. =DD
im a happy boy today. or tonight.
etched at 7:16 PM
glance right up ahead.
look at the stars;
look how they shine for you
and everything you do.
right up there, though so far,
they all agree, how perfect you are.
look out into that vast, immense ocean
and you will learn:
forget it.
slice open my veins and let the romance bleed away.
nothing you have done has made me feel this way.
to you, this message i convey,
my soul shall slip away..
im gonna fucking sleep instead.
goodbye.
die motherfucker, die. lol.
etched at 7:49 PM