Vulnerable, yet trusting
Sleeping, so sound...like a child on its first full night's rest.
Ever peaceful, completely unaware.
Breathing so calmly, continuous like the oceans waves.
So strong and so beautiful.
You just lie there completely vulnerable,
And yet so trusting of the person next to you.
The time has come for you to wake up.
But even after you awaken you are still so vulnerable,
And still so very trusting of this person.
This person who will never hurt you.
This person that when around you is completely vulnerable,
And yet very trusting as well.
Why Men Wait 3 Days
All men THINK they are God.
When Jesus was 'buried' in his tomb,
Mary Magdalene and other women waited,
for his resurrection.
Finally he did, three days later.
Obviously men....emm...boys believe,
they can follow his example, because
Mary became a devout follower.
Men....err....boys think we, too will be
devout followers.
Boy are they in denial!
"Cookies"
"Cookies"....every where!
Dark ones, light ones, mixed ones.
Their in front and behind, all over.
One speaks to me, and the others follow suit.
I'm surrounded! Can't get out.
I look in their eyes, but I find no messages.
Just empty blank stares.
Words full of hidden meanings.
Looks that send shivers up my back,
but words that send shivers to my mind.
I try to leave, but the "cookies" grab me and pull me back.
That's when I see him, standing just outside my grasp.
He looks at me, and I feel the other "cookies" melt away.
The king "cookie"!
Our eyes meet, and the rest is gone.
Like a child's bag of cookies.
Descriptions
How can I explain? Do I even need to?
I came here not really wanting to be here.
I came with the purpose of going back.
You have showed me things I never would of learned.
You should me what it was to be me.
Because of you, I am now the person I want to be.
Indian, Native American what does it matter?
They're both descriptions.
Descriptions of me and who I am.
But am I only these things? No. I'm much more.
I'm the friend you come to when you need help.
I'm the one who goes with you when you don't want to be alone.
I'm the friend that tells you when you wrong, but
I'm also the friend that helps you fix it when you are wrong.
Descriptions 2
*for ALL my friends, everywhere*
African American, Latino, Chinese, Korean, Taiwanese,
European, Cambodian, East Indian, Italian, German,
Iranian, Australian, Hawaiian, Russian
Turkish, Israeli, and Japanese.
These are what you are.
Friends. Family.
American.
This is what we are.
Together, this is what completes us.
You're the friends that make this my home.
You're the friends that laugh with me.
The differences don't separate us they spice us up.
The things that make you, are different from what makes me.
But that's why I love you, that's why we're friends.
These are only descriptions.
Descriptions of who we are.
Family.
Georgie
*To my dearest Georgie...who makes me laugh all the time* ~I love you
I love my Georgie.
Swinging from the tree tops with an exploding laugh.
I love my Georgie.
Dancing through the jungle with her very uncoordinated moves.
I love my Georgie.
Hitting the ground with a deafening thud after falling over.
I still love my Georgie.
Cause my Georgie still loves me.
Gone Away
*To Mom, Cary, Krystal, Jammy, & Lindsey*
You live 120 miles away,
but you've never been away from me.
I don't get to talk to you or see you as much,
but you've never been away from me.
You've never been away from me,
because you've always been in my heart,
my mind, and my thoughts.
Love at first sight? or is it lust?
Okay, so maybe I'm a romantic,
but I believe in love at first sight.
Only not in the sight sense.
If you can look at someone the first time
and say to yourself
"that's the person I want to take my
dentures out with".
Then you are sorely mistaken.
There is no such thing as 'love at first sight',
but 'lust at first sight'.
The 'sight' I'm referring to is the sight of
what's inside of them.
Who are they really?
What are there hopes, dreams, deep dark secrets.
Who knows!
When I fall in love at first sight I might of
known the peson for 15 years.
But I have just opened my eyes to their
heart for the first time.
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