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You know that feeling when nothing is wrong? When everything just goes right, but you feel too lucky, like it could all come crashing down on you? Well thats how I felt when I met him. His name is Jamie. he drives a little too fast and plays the guitar a little too loud. A real cross between a modern bad boy and a britsh hottie. his grades weren’t perfect like mine were, but he tried. I wore pink; his staple was black. He was the guy-version of the complete oppisit of me. But I didn’t care.

I feel for him, and fell hard. He told me he loved me, and I belived him with every cell in my body, and it was the same for me, I was in lovewith him. Somewhere between the blinding perfection of young love, there was something wrong. My parents didn’t approve of him of course, convienced he was only after one thing, though that wasn’t true. My favorite place in the world was soon in his arms in the bed of his truck, where we had only ever made out; he didn’t push me into something I would regret.

He understood me, my thoughts, my need for freedom, how much I loved him. I understood his feelings, his songs, and how much he really wanted me. The first time he told me he loved me, I wanted to give in and give myself to him, but I couldn’t. he said it was okay, that he didn’t want to, not yet. He held and kissed me, and whispered ‘I love you’. I’ll never forget how seet it felt to say it back.

I’m the girl who loved you

The girl who ruined your life

I’m the girl who took your world

And flipped it on it’s side

I’m the girl who said those things

The girl who cheats and steals

I’m the girl who said I’d die

The girl who never feels

I’m the girl who left you

I said I never would

I’m the girl who loves the rush

Carefree spirits bottled up inside

Trapped by emotions that tame

Hearts led around on a leash by its captor

Confused by the rules of the game

A forfeit of control for each fantasy ride

Obscuring the thief in the night

Mindful of the figure in the shadows

Intoxicated by the beacon of light

Consumed by the torture absence creates

A child-like adoration abounds

Hidden wonders desperate to explore

Each destructive hold astounds

The mystery and grace of nature move them

Token resistance to the iniquity

A wolf cries boy in a repetitive chord

Unleashing the clarity of their destiny

She looks down upon me

As the universe weighs down on me

Within her peace I am set free

Show me how to live

My angel, your guidance your sun, is the only light I see

My twin soul I live for two on this earth

Every road I turn

To make you proud

Every decision I make only to see you

Walk this path with me

“Yes,” she sighed, “it’s my real name.” Mary Meaux dejectedly signed her name to the ticket that the server offered before setting it back down on the table amidst the remains of their Mexican dinner. Her husband, Beau – “Yes, that’s really his name, too,” she all too often had to say – was working late, and so she had the entire brood to herself. Shuttling five children to and from the nursery/daycare, then getting them all fed, then back home to begin the ordeal of getting them showered, homework done (in theory, at least), and then finally to bed… it wasn’t exactly easy. Doing this with a husband who claimed to be working late far too often and bringing home far too little money for doing so made life a living hell.

“…in the name of the Father, Son, and the Holy Spirit. Amen.” Mary sighed as she put her ornately worked rosary back into its velvet bag. Each of its beads were beautifully polished to a shine – as much from their constant use as from their original quality craftsmanship. Truthfully, it was her most prized possession, the only thing of any kind of quality that she owned in her small, entirely overcrowded house. Her faith, really, was the only thing that kept her going. It was a product of her troubled first pregnancy

My little angel bug
Like a shimmering summer hug
Her laughter from the bubbles in the ocean
Wanting her to have the beauty of the world
Wanting only peace and adventure for this girl
Those summery lakes in her eyes full of wonder
That space in my soul made only to love her
The day will come
When she’s tall and strong
But her sweetness will still shine from her skin
And when she’s off on her own
When her wisdom has grown
She’ll follow her guts and gentleness within

A sick strange thirst for something more
An insatiable beautiful craving
For everything I’ve never had before
They’re of another world
The feelings of my dreams
And they’re clever, quick and taunting it seems
Content with your fingertips bleeding magic into my skin
Wondering about happiness
And what’s so wrong with it again
It’s the vulnerability and the need on my part
That puts the storm in my gut and the screaming in my heart
So I keep it just like this
The heat from your hands and salt from your kiss
Your rough sublime body enough to fill mine
Something for my soul will come in time

She was alone. Everyone was alone.

Adrina looked to the window and all that lay beyond.  The sky was a dark violet and there was no moon this night.

“Adrina would you like to tell me if the sun is a planet or star?” Asked the teacher.

“Okay,” replies Adrina, pulling her eyes from the window and Beyond, “ the answer is star because it shines”.

“Very good.” Says the teacher.

At that moment the door opens and Marie comes to take Adrina to her white room.

“Hello Adrina” says Marie.

“Hello Marie” replies Adrina.

It’s summer, the trees are a gorgeous green. The sky, oh how beautiful, fills my eye’s with joy. The grass, never was there a smell sweeter. I lay down, the ground so smooth, it feels like cotton. I look to the sky only to see her face starring down at me.

“How are you on this most wonderful day?” She begins the conversation.

“I am just dandy” I reply to the back of her head.

I sit up to see where she is looking, Oh what a wonderful sight! Two birds are feeding their babies in their nest high in our backyard tree.

“They are so cute! I wish i was a bird, wild,  free to roam the earth singing songs. I would make people happy everyday just by being in their backyard.”