tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72044064829212800642024-03-12T20:44:49.582-04:00xxIHateLuvStorysxxLove storys exist in every form...You have heard the typical ones...Now hear the different onesxxIHateLuvStorysxxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06049020558910634816noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204406482921280064.post-67825504611192110672010-06-29T14:42:00.001-04:002010-06-29T14:43:28.183-04:00Without You-Poem<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-pyYLgmVIw/TCo-kgri_WI/AAAAAAAAABQ/vZZwE7B4fH4/s1600/503-without-you.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e-pyYLgmVIw/TCo-kgri_WI/AAAAAAAAABQ/vZZwE7B4fH4/s320/503-without-you.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: 12px; line-height: 13px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">What should I do... what is there to say?</span></i></span></div><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Thinking of you all of my nights and days</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Unknown and incomprehensible...</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Complex yet perfectly simple...</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">A whole yet feeling void...</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Without you...</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">There is no dream left in my heart.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">No longer seeing you...</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">No longer understanding you...</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">As if you were always a treasured secret...</span></i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> </span></i></span></span></div></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">A</span></i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> mystery</span></i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">...</span></i></span></span></div></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"></span><br />
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</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Without you...</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">There is nothing left in me...</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Restlessness in my heart.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Thoughts roaming within my mind</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Constantly thinking of that one name</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Always searching for that one face..</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Why do you not see?</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Without you...</span></i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> </span></i></span></span></div></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">I am a sky without clouds. Empty...</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Without you...</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">There is nothing left within me</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Each breath I take makes me feel further away from you.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Nothing is left in my heart.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">It beats but resents each second of life without you...</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">No happiness.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Only longing for your return</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Why can you not see my broken dreams?</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Why do you not return?</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Without you.. There is nothing in me.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">The day goes and comes...</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Darkness comes and leaves...</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Why do you not return and take away this darkness in my life?</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Take away the darkness I feel...</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Without you.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br />
</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Please come back...</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Bring in a light that shines brighter than</span></i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> a thousand suns</span></i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">...</span></i></span></span></div></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Bring me back my life...</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">My existence...</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">The one I lost without you...</span></i></div></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Please return </span></i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">or take me with you...</span></i></span></span></div></span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Living like this hurts...</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Tears always trickling gently down my cheeks...</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Without you...</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span>xxIHateLuvStorysxxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06049020558910634816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204406482921280064.post-32458666817355968292010-06-29T14:38:00.000-04:002010-06-29T14:38:26.566-04:00Rich Girls Back in Town: Chapter 1<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-pyYLgmVIw/TCo8cfscH0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Fqay0MxU8CQ/s1600/genelia-dsouza1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-pyYLgmVIw/TCo8cfscH0I/AAAAAAAAABA/Fqay0MxU8CQ/s320/genelia-dsouza1.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #333333; line-height: 115%;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Chapter 1</span></b></span><span style="color: #333333; line-height: 115%;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></b></span></div><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"></span><br />
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</span></div></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-pyYLgmVIw/TCo8earABYI/AAAAAAAAABI/vzHGbGFZOb4/s1600/10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e-pyYLgmVIw/TCo8earABYI/AAAAAAAAABI/vzHGbGFZOb4/s320/10.jpg" /></a></div><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> This school is so perfect. I can not believe that I am actually back! I have been dying for this. I stepped foot into the halls of Mountain Creek High School and let go of the air that I did not even know was held in. The doors I used must be close to the freshman lockers because everyone around looks little. Every year, it seems like people are getting shorter and shorter. I definitely know I could not look that short. Did I look that short?</span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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I stopped babbling in my head and began walking towards the admissions office to pick up my schedule. I checked my reflection on the glass door, and ran a hand through my dark, brown hair. I took in a deep breath and opened the door. Here we go.</span> </span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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In the office, there was a plump old lady typing away on an old computer. The woman had a forest of scarlet curls revolving around her round face. She seemed like one of those typical secretaries. As soon as she heard the door close behind me, she glanced my way and fixed her glasses. "Hello, you seem new here. What is your name, and what do you need?" Blunt, no?</span> </span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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I straightened my back and pointed my eyes towards her. "I am Courtney Anderson, and I came here for my schedule. I am a transfer student from Meadowlands Private School."</span> </span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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"Meadowlands is a pretty nice school, no? Why did you decide to transfer? Did your parents go bankrupt or something?" How dare she insult my parents like that!</span> </span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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I tried to keep myself calm enough as to not strangle her, but my tone of voice sounded like a snake's. "NO. I decided that high school was getting boring," she was clicking </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">loudly on her computer. "So I wanted to transfer."</span> </span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><br />
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Her face looked at me as if I was a mess. I did not think so. I even dressed like a typical teenager would instead of wearing my nerd suits. I had on a jade-green top and faded dark-blue jeans. I could not look that terrible. Wait, why do I care what the old lady thinks of me? "Bratty children of rich parents," did she say something?</span> </span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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"Huh?"</span> </span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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"Pick up your schedule here at the printer." She pointed here chubby fingers towards a printer that looked even older than her ugly computer. I walked up to it and picked up the paper that was printing from it. I glanced through the schedule. I had Spanish III Honors first. Interesting.</span> </span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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"Ma'am?"</span> </span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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"Yes...?" She said it as if I was boring her to death. I get her job is boring, but why does she have to annoy me about that? Something is telling me that this lady and I are definitely not going to get along well. Aw well, her loss. I won't invite her to my parties like I used to invite other people to kiss-up.</span> </span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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Well, they weren't invited to my parties but to a conference with my parents at their office building place while I was partying at home. I am famous for my parties. That is exactly the only reason why the bitchy popular girls even acknowledged my presence in Meadowland. I still hated them though and treated them like garbage. Why should I care? My best friends were the only people in that entire school that didn't bitch-talk about each other. Well, that is why I chose them. Too bad.</span> </span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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I fake-smiled at her and began, "Well, I don't really know how to get myself across the school building. Is there a map I can use?"</span> </span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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She fake-smiled back at me; maybe, she just realized that being on my good side could have its benefits. Let's see how she acts from now on. She might get invited to one of those conferences. "Sorry."</span> </span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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Did she smile because she likes to see people suffer? I hate her more now! "Huh?" I spoke as if I was dumb enough to actually not understand that she hated me.</span> </span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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"We don't have a map, at all."</span> </span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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"Then, will you take me?" If I do not get a map, I am surely not going to let her sit on that computer chair like an animal while I suffer!</span> </span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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"I would, but darling, there is a better option." What is this lady babbling about? A better option! She is acting sweet for no reason at all! Wait, did she call me a darling? In that freaky sugar-coated voice?</span> </span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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I decided to mimic the woman and coated my voice with a ton of rich milk-chocolate and caramelized sugar. "Miss.."</span> </span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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"Mrs Calvin" was all she said.</span> </span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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"Mrs Calvin, what is this better option you speak of?"</span> </span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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"I could have you go on a tour with one of the top students in Mountain Creek."</span> </span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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"Oh, that would be alright." What am I getting myself into? Everyone knows the so-called top students are total nerds. Well, I guess I am a nerd too. But still! This high school is supposed to get me away from them, not make me a part of the nerd gang that gets bullied by obnoxious jocks. Relax, Courtney, relax. Think about it this way, at least you will make a friend. Isn't that great? My first friend is a complete nerd. Mrs Calvin, the destroyer-of-all-happiness-ever, gestured for me to follow her.</span> </span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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She walked down the hall. I noticed she was wearing a typical secretary outfit. She had on this old-fashioned dress and heels. Those heels were beginning to make me go crazy! They kept clicking and clacking on the ground as if I was supposed to pay attention to them. They made so much noise that even a designer Gucci bag couldn't get your mind off of.</span> </span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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After about two centuries of clicks and clacks, she finally stopped walking. I need to thank God tonight that I am not going to go on the tour with HER. I saw her talking in the room with the teacher. I didn't bother looking there though because I knew I didn't really care. Then, when I heard her clicking start, I looked into the room. She was standing to face the door and this guy was standing with his back to the door. He was hot. He had sandy brown hair and an amazing body. I couldn't see his face but I bet it was just as pretty.</span> </span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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When him and Mrs Calvin, the sweet secretary, were done talking, they came out. I still haven't seen his face. I can't believe how bipolar I am about Mrs Calvin. I never do this, ever, before now.</span> </span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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Mrs Calvin and the boy walk out. He looks like a piece of heaven. His face is perfectly chiseled. The boy has high cheekbone and beautiful cerulean eyes that any girl would dream of drowning into. He must be a player from the way he is checking me out right now. Only a total player would check me out. I'm not too pleasing for the eye with my dark brown hair, dull hazel eyes, and tanned skin. We kept looking at each other until I snapped out of it, or was snapped out of it, by Mrs Calvin. She was right. I like this guy a ton more than I could ever like her.</span> </span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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We started walking down the halls and he started pointing to things and talking about how they were all important, as if I care. I was just looking at him. We did not bother spending time for introductions because he had some sports thing to go to so we just set off for the tour. I don't know why but his perfectly chiseled face seems oddly familiar to me. It feels like I have seen him before. Maybe I just saw him around town. I only remember two people from here, and only one of them is a guy. Plus, when I left, he looked so chubby. He couldn't change that much. He did play sports though.</span> </span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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All of a sudden, the cute guy stopped walking. He began speaking in his incredibly husly voice, "Well, our tour is over."</span> </span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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"Yeah." I smiled at him.</span> </span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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"So.. I have a minute or two left. Introductions?"</span> </span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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"Oh, yeah, I totally forgot. Should I go first or should that be you?"</span> </span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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"Me." He smirked a smirk that almost perfectly resembled HIS smirk. I feel like I have known him for a while.</span> </span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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"Alright." I looked over his features and compared them with HIS. No, this guy can not be him.</span> </span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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"My name is Patrick," it is him. My eyes started filling with tears somehow while he finished, "Patrick-"</span> </span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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I cut him off before he could say anything more and hurt me, "Benson. You're Patrick Benson. And I am Courtney." A tear trickled slowly down my cheek.</span> </span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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Realization hit him and he whispered softly, perhaps to himself, "Courtney Anderson, that's why she looked similar."</span> </span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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I turned around before I cried more and ran away towards the bathroom, even though I had no idea where that was. I don't care either. I can't believe I forgot about him and everything. I should have at least thought to remember why I wanted to leave the middle school here in the first place. What should I do now? Transfer back. No, my parents will not let me transfer after my first day. I'll just get yelled at. They just don't know the reasons why I need to leave.</span> </span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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I finally found the bathroom and ran in through the doors. I leaned against the wall and before I knew it I was sobbing away and pools of water were sliding down my cheeks. I stayed there sobbing like a maniac for what seemed like a lifetime. Finally, I let one last teardrop trickle down my chin after realizing that I would cry over this no longer. I have cried enough. I took out my phone and texted Maddie to tell her everything that had happened.</span> </span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span>xxIHateLuvStorysxxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06049020558910634816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204406482921280064.post-4325564038303451902010-06-29T14:24:00.000-04:002010-06-29T14:24:19.212-04:00Rich Girls Back in Town: Prologue<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-pyYLgmVIw/TCo6LwEwybI/AAAAAAAAAA4/PBgOnmkSYdw/s1600/Georgetown_High_school_Building-view.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e-pyYLgmVIw/TCo6LwEwybI/AAAAAAAAAA4/PBgOnmkSYdw/s320/Georgetown_High_school_Building-view.jpg" /></a><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 13px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Prologue</span></b></span></div><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
As I was</span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> walking </span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">closer and closer to my old world, my stomach couldn't help but feel slightly agitated. Words can not express my joy. I have been missing this world for the last three years. Three years! It has been three years since I last spoke to the people that I once couldn't last seconds without. God, thank you so much. Ever since I listened to my parents and agreed to attend that fancy private</span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> school</span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">, my life has become hell, almost literally.<br />
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I just despise those private</span> </span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">school</span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">kids. Most of them are the snobby children of rich folk. My</span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> friends </span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">there were pretty rich, too. They just were rejected there because their parents did not earn as much as other parents. In simple words, they were poor compared to most people there. The reason I hung out with them was because they were not smart enough to fall for appearances. I know this is stupid, but for the first few weeks of</span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">school, I act like a poor nerd who needs to be smart to help the family survive.<br />
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Trust me, if anyone saw my house, their jaws would drop so low that they would break off. When you look at me, I look like I live in the poorest side of town ever. The truth is the total opposite. I am so obsessed with my geek image that I even take the public bus. I know I may sound crazy, but I love playing with peoples' heads. It's so much fun to see how they were so wrong about something. Why do I even care?<br />
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Anyway, it has been three years since I last saw anyone from</span> </span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> Mountain Creek</span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">, my home town. I may live here and be out a lot, but our town is weird like that. People don't talk to you unless they know you from someplace. So, like I have been trying to tell the world [Well... you], I am going to start my first day at Mountain Creek</span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">High</span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">School! I am so excited! Trust me; I have wanted to come back here since freshman year. Actually, that is a lie. I have been dying to come back since I went to the private</span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">school</span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">in the eighth grade. I wonder why I even said yes to my parents to go there in the first place. It must have been my love for adventure or something along those lines.</span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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I kept</span> </span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">walking</span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">closer to my destination,</span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Mountain Creek</span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">High</span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">School. When it was close enough to admire, I just kept looking at the</span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">school</span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">and admiring its beauty. There were students</span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">walking</span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">on the lawn and sitting on it as well. They all looked so free, happy, and joyous. I remember the days when I went to</span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Mountain Creek</span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> Middle </span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">School</span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">with my best friend, Andrea. The</span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">middle</span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">school</span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">had a similar design, but it was much smaller in size because it did not need to fit as many students as this high school. Still admiring the new PUBLIC</span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">school</span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I was now a student of, I walked closer and closer to its large doors. I reached onto the handles of the doors and opened them. I stepped in and smiled while looking at the hallways. I was finally free, and hopefully I will be accepted in my new life as well.</span></span>xxIHateLuvStorysxxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06049020558910634816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204406482921280064.post-51536615809935682842010-06-29T14:15:00.002-04:002010-06-29T14:15:59.921-04:00Kiss of Love-Poem<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: 12px; line-height: 13px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">That Kiss of Love</span></i></span></div><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Our journey in this tunnel...</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Traveling through this Tunnel... an unending journey</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">With rises and falls... we shall never forget</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">This forever-lasting eternity</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">... Neither a utopia nor a prison cell</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Swarming with butterflies in the heart and soul...</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Exhilarating as that first roller coaster ride...</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Almost as beautiful as a graceful run in the meadow</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">...Running amongst the fields of lush, verdant grasses and sparkling flowers</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Brightening up with warming smiles and childish laughs...</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Wishing to see that face once again</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">...and feel the emotions with which I learned of this tunnel</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Covered in an unknown blindness... yet having no fear of the darkness</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Tempted to go in deeper and remain in this beautiful night's dream</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">After losing the blindness... wondering how you arrived</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">...Why did you come at all?</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Making me return...</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">To a place of forever</span></i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> mystery</span></i></span></span></div></span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Envy and greed for just that one...</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Hoping for that wish to come true</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">...You telling me what I wish</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">... Shall never ever be true</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">...Wondering how this is true</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Why this refusal?</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Why should I believe you?</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">And receive your betrayal...</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">In the darkness</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Unveiling me to the light</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">...Burning the embers in my eyes</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">If only you were mine...</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Then I would forget this time...</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">And certainly let myself me</span></i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> blind</span></i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-size: medium; line-height: normal;"><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">...</span></i></span></span></div></span>xxIHateLuvStorysxxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06049020558910634816noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204406482921280064.post-67127850943967992752010-06-29T14:14:00.000-04:002010-06-29T14:14:42.030-04:00Pool of Love-Poem<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: 12px; line-height: 13px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Whether vividly-colored or dull,</span></i></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-size: 12px; line-height: 13px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Whether light or dark,</span></i></span></div><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Whether meant to be..</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Or meant to see..</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Crimson conduits flowing through</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Coated with a rosy joy</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Brightening up anyone's day</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Rising and falling lines..</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Seeming all as a success</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">No time for meaningless worries..</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Imagining you..</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">wishing I remembered you..</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Who were you...</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">A person or mystery</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">What were you...</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Man or creature</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">How were you...</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Pure or dulled</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Struggling to remember..</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Just remembering that day..</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">So silly yet intriguing..</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">how cards made this be..</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">You..</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Teaching me how to play..</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">And I..</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Clueless of what to do..</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal;"><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Waiting for your</span></i></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> leave</span></i></span></span></div></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">After your departure..</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Winning the table...</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">And acting as if it was due to you...</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">That victory</span></i></div></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal;"><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Complications </span></i></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">filling the</span></i></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> </span></i></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">pool</span></i></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> </span></i></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">of desire</span></i></span></span></div></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Wishing for us to never be..</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Spirits rising from the dark..</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Haunting that crimson..</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Remembering that day..</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Playing those cards..</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Feeling unimportant and uncared for...</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Realizing how what happened was fruitless..</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Attempting to forget you and those memories..</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Sweet and sour memories..</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Bitter and spicy memories..</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Trying to forget</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">And move on</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal;"><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Trapped in the</span></i></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> </span></i></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">pool</span></i></span></span></div></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal;"><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Between</span></i></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> </span></i></span><span style="color: #333333; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">complications</span></i></span></span></div></span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 9.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">And my newly discovered..</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">What I may attempt to call..</span></i></div></span></span></span>xxIHateLuvStorysxxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06049020558910634816noreply@blogger.com0