Sonnet I "Love"

Love is such a terrible beauty.
It attacks the mind and soul,
Completly enveloping the user
It can make one feel amazing bliss,
And it makes others feel terrible pain.
Love can kill,
And love can give life.
Love is just a hair away from hate,
Yet they are complete opposites.
Everyone experiences it differently.
Even with all of this,
Love is still the greatest gift of all.

The Connection

Life

Joy, Happiness

Anger, Love, Hate

Family, Friends, Earth, Birth

Pain, Lose, Comfort

Lonely, Regret

Death

Don't Go

Memory is all you are
For you are not here now.
Memory does not fill lonely arms,
Or ease a desperate heart,
Or kiss cold lips.
Memory is what is left when you leave
And it isn't enough. 

Stories!

I just finished my second short story EVER!

I am so excited about this! My first was a fanfic for Harry Potter, but this was an original story! I wrote it for a book I'm working on, kind of like a before the story thing. It's given a lot of depth to the main story. I am so excited! 22 pages, 9,000 words, it is awesome!

I actually started this one because I decided to do NaNoWriMo this year, and I wanted to see if I could do 1,667 words a day. This had proven that I can. I did 6,000 words yesterday and 3,000 today. These numbers are rounded, by the way.

So, I think I'll be fine in November.

How Exciting!!

Tired

I’m tired of my pace,

In this proverbial race.

I’m tired of the time,

I waste writing rhyme.

I’m tired of what I do,

Just to pacify you.

Hello, people! / Guy Dreamers

So, I have decided for this to become my writing AND personal blog. I dunno why I want a personal blog, but I kind of like the idea. Even if no one reads this. ^_^

I had another blog somewhere, so I figured I will just reuse my first post, there. YAY, RECYCLING!


"I'm the guy your parents warned you about."

I swear, if a guy said this to me, I would fall in love, there and then. Or if he did that gentleman thing where he bows and kisses my hand. And while I'm dreaming, he can also randomly pick me up and force me to go do something I really, really don't want to do, but have to(ei. give blood, ride that super scary roller coaster, apologize because I did something stupid).

So, I'm a hopeless romantic. Sue me.

Alrighty, so, I'm that aloof girl reading a book, wishing something that interesting would happen to her. It never does, but I still can dream.

I think I have the same problem all guy dreamers do; I wont settle for someone less than fantastic, in the fantasy way. That guy who always can tell what I'm thinking, even if I don't even know it yet, who will get way pissed off at someone for being a jerk or will drag me to do something spontaneous to cheer me up. I'm a dreamer, and, like all dreamers, I know who that perfect guy is!

The problem with that is the fact that there are probably three guys who match that description. And they're gay. Or they live in Australia. Strike that, I'll say Russia. Australians are hot, just because of their accent.

So, where is my Howl? #Howl'sMovingCastle What about my Eli? #Degrassi WHERE ARE YOU KAORU HITACHIIN/HIKARU HITACHIIN?! #OuranHighSchoolHostClub

Anyway, this was my first post. Enjoy!

Ehem, I must add one thing: I WANT YOU, FRED/GEORGE WEASLEY!!! #HarryPotter #FeltItNeededAdding #TotalDork

Sometimes

Sometimes, Life can be pretty shitty. It will throw everything it has at you until you are begging for it to stop; it will haul crap onto you like you are the only one in the world with the capability of carrying problems. It can be morbid and sad, hateful and cruel, and it can tear you to shreds. Life will hit you from behind and bring you to your knees, and when you come up, you find a knife in your back. Life will hit you, it will bruise you, it will even cut you so deep, you scar. It will bring you to the brink of death, just to pull you back for another beating. It can be a horrible, vicious thing with no thought to you how you feel, or even how anyone else living it feels. Life will knock the breath out of you, and that’s not even the half of it.

Life has a habit of giving us good stuff, too. It will bring you to the ground and beat you until you are more red than anything else, but it can also pick you back up and nurse you back to health. Life can give you beauty beyond imagining; it can give you the warmest, most loving hug on the coldest day. It can come in the form of a little girl giving you a flower or an old friend sharing a secret with you. It gives you a helpful hand when you need to be picked back up and it can give you a delicious meal when you’re hungry. Life can give you love, happiness, joy, and companionship.

Life seems to go up and down faster than any roller coaster I’ve seen. It will throw you down then pick you up, just to throw you down again. But think about it, if Life didn’t do that, if it didn’t change so drastically, then what other fun would we have? So, fun may not be the word, but it sure would be boring without the ups and downs, the ins and outs, and even the pain and love. If we didn’t get rejected by every pretty girl who looks our way, how could we see how special it is when Amy stops and says hello? If we didn’t cut our knees, how could we feel the triumph of stopping the bike to get off without falling? We need the pain and we need the happiness, otherwise Life would be dull and repetitive.

Just remember this: your grave has been dug, but there is always some place to stand to watch the sun set one last time.