Life is like a box of crayons. At birth, you're given a great big box of them to share and add color to your life. Some colors get used more than others. Sometimes, a crayon gets broken. A Bright color gets snapped in half and tossed in the garbage can, never to be returned. Sometimes you keep coloring. Sometimes you can't. That color was important. Sometimes a crayon is gained, shared between two people. That color might be just perfect, and works great! Other times it's a different shade, but it will make do. But, there is always one color left in the box. Black. It's normally unused until death. It's used to frame the picture. To add the final border to the coloring board of life. Some people use it. They color onto other's pictures with it. Sometimes their own.  They use it to scribble out portions of the picture. Sometimes the portion isn't that important. Sometimes it is. Sometimes there are multiple blacks in the box when you open it for the day.. Sometimes there's only one, or it isn't even there. It all depends, really. All depends on the crayon box.

Bon Bons

"Life is like a box of chocolates"

its a really great metaphor

or simile...

either way 

they had the right idea

Everyone loves a box of fancy chocolates, but sometimes we luck out and get handed a box of unmarked bon bons. 

At times like these

the best thing we can do

it take a bite out of each candy and see what flavor it is. 

There is no mistaking the joy when you bite into the one with strawberry fluff inside. 

It tastes great 

and you feel like your on top of the world

however, 

for every strawberry, 

there is always a coconut or two 

waiting in the wings. 

you take a bite 

only to spit it out 

but by then, 

it is too late 

and the taste is already in your mouth

the damage is done. 

then every once and a while 

you bite into one that you are allergic to

your skin starts to itch 

and your airway starts restricting 

if its really bad 

you may wind up in the hospital 

all from and seemingly harmless piece of chocolate

what a surprize...

But like all good things 

chocolate has to come to an end 

what more can you say? 

It was fun while it lasted...

who i am

i have been thinking a lot lately.  about many things.  but also trying to find out who the hell i am.  and this is the nice stuff about myself i came up with I'm six pairs of the same cut, color, and style jeans, Two weeks of long, lazy vacation And short five minute showers. I'm "I don't care what you wear" Now and then I'm moody. I'm a Toyota with the music too loud With my brown hair streaming out the window I'm a soft place to land And a good feeling knowing I'm a warm conversation That no one would miss for anything I'm a fiercesome fighter when I'm mad, A great listener ne'er just waiting to speak. I'm the girl who goes spinning through the rain And will leave muddy footprints in your kitchen. I'm a geniune smile, laugh, hug, compliment, shoulder Whenever, whereever you need them. I am a good book, a comfortable chair, and a soft light I'm a "Let's never grow old." "Of course you can do that. Let's figure out how." "I'll love you no matter what you do, how far you travel, How hard you push me away." I'm shouldering too much reponsibility, Singing along to the music completely off-key. Stories I read aloud with too much enthusiasm And a very horrible English accent.  I don't always do things the way I should And I'm full of lessons learned from mistakes made before. Deep down, I'm the quiet one in the back of the room Happily buried in books, art, and music. I'm long drives to good music. I'm the paint on my black shoes. I am homemade, handmade pasta, remembering you don't like nuts. I'm a half-drowned cell phone, a dozen text messages, and a hand to hold. I'm not the doctor, I'm not your other half, I believe 1+1=2. I'm your life-long lesson, the one you'll never forget. I'm my architectural photographs, my simple poetry, my planned prose. I am dark eyes, dark hair, and a mind.

to you:

if I could do anything, 

I'd bring you a rainbow, so that you would see colors, when the rest of the world is gray.

I would take your troubles away, and toss them into the sea, drowning your fears,

I would cry your every tear, so that you would feel joy and peace, and I would protect you, so that you would never fight alone.

If I could be anything, I'd be to you what you are to me. I would be your beacon shining brightly if ever you lost your way.

I would be your solace and be your strength. If ever you tire from flight, I will carry you while you rest your wings.

If I could say anything, I would say, "I'll always be by your side."

and i want you to know 

that i will always be here for you 

no matter how much you want me to go away. 

i know how it feels. 

i know

i'm going through the pain too. 

so just breathe. 

remember. 

i'm 

here 

<3

Trains of life

while i was babysitting, 

i had to tell this kid who is totally obsessed with trains a story. 

this was that story. 

my story, in a way. 

hint: my story if you change the genders a bit...

There once was this boy, 

he was happy. 

he laughed a lot 

he was out there with his friends 

he was hyper 

he was sweet. 

He had this train set. 

It was beautiful, 

the most it had been in years. 

The track wound around his room, 

circling over and under. 

The trains shined 

and moved smoothly around the track, 

everything was perfect. 

Then, 

one day, 

this boy met this girl. 

The girl was not perfect, by a long shot 

but thats what was perfect about her. 

She had long, knotted hair, a mousy brown. 

She had a crooked smile, and a naisally voice. 

They became friends. 

and for some reason, the boy could spill everything to this girl

on the bus. 

After time, they became friends, 

and as even more time went by

the boy found he liked her more than a friend.

But it was not to be. 

The girl had found another, 

a "better" 

more handsome boy

and she started to ignore the boy 

avoid the boy. 

slowly, 

the boy shrank away

no longer did he smile 

no longer did he laugh. 

and one day, 

when he came home,

his train track was broken. 

shattered into pieces. 

no longer did the trains race along the tracks. 

and as hard as the boy tried

he could not fit the track pieces back together. 

Then, he opened his eyes to another friend, 

this girl wore a tie dye dress, had short hair that was blondish. 

she was happy, or rather looked happy, no matter what happened. 

And one day, that girl asked for more. The boy said yes. 

That month or so, 

the boy came home happy. 

and everyday he came home 

some of the track pieces fit back together. 

But then, he saw the naisally voiced girl, 

and when he went home 

he was not happy 

his pieces did not fit together anymore. 

He found that tyedye girl also had another, 

one more fit to her. 

The boy ended tyedye's more than friends thing. 

And that night, all the pieces were broken again. 

Tyedye girl never forgave this boy. 

never, 

they stopped talking. 

she yelled at him. 

the boy wanted to be friends

but suddenly, 

tyedye girl 

wanted nothing. 

the boy was sad for a while 

nothing made sense

none of his train pieces would fit together. 

The once happy dreams, 

turned to nightmares 

with nasally voiced girl, and tyedye girl. 

some nights, 

were fairy tales 

of what could have been. 

but then,

he would awake. 

and the track was still broken. 

then, another friend came to the rescue. 

this one was different than the others. 

She had gorgeous blue eyes, long blackish hair, and wore a black dress. 

She was different, and that is what the boy liked about her. 

and still, she did not notice him. 

until one day, 

when she too asked for more. 

and the boy lit up

and of course said yes. 

when he went home, 

all the pieces of his track fit, 

except for two. 

but the boy ignored them, skipping over them when the train got there, 

turning around to avoid them. 

nothing could stop that train from going around and around. 

slowly the boy starts to come out of his shell again. 

smiling and laughing again. 

hyperness comes into play. 

thank you black dress girl. 

naisally voiced girl forgotten. 

tyedyed girl, he is sorry. really, and truely sorry. 

If life was like math...

If life was like math, it wouldn't matter how many problems you had. There would always be solutions.

If life was like math, it would only require a calculator and some common sense to be able to know for sure if any decision you made was correct or incorrect.

If life was like math, inequalities would exist, but by eighth grade, everyone would know the simple formula to solve them.

If life was like math, you would learn something new every year, but each new discovery would simply be an extension of something comfortable and familiar.

If life was like math, you would always get partial credit for showing you worked hard, even when you made stupid mistakes.

If life was like math, the concept of "identity" wouldn't be any more complicated than x=y.

If life was like math, it would be easy to tell the difference between what is rational and what is not, what is real and what is imaginary, what is positive and what is negative.

If life was like math, every person, every experience, and everything in life, no matter how negative they may seem, would have an absolute value that was completely positive.

If I...

If I hugged you,
would you never let go?

If I kissed you,
would you cherish that moment?

If I reached for your hand,
would you take mine gently?

If I needed a shoulder,
would you let me cry on yours?

If I needed to talk,
would you really listen?

If I needed to scream,
would you do it with me?

If I needed to go,
would you come with me?

If I fell for you,
would you catch me?
or just let me hit the pavement?

happilly ever after

robbing hearts of couples
changing love to hate

pledging love forever
failing often, we
are taking steps to sever
unavoidably

tearing hearts wide open
leaving wounds undressed
soal lost in the battle
feeling never blessed

children often shuttled
one house to the next
Father looking East
Mother heading West

God's grand plan in action
nature taking course
happily ever after
ending in divorce