3/23

"Lauren!" someone yelled from across the school's hallway.
The long, bare hallway looked endless. I was sweating in a panic. I couldn't recognize who was calling or where the call was coming from.
"Lauren!" I heard again.
The voice was coming closer and closer.
"Lauren," it called, "Lauren!"
"Stop," I yelled back, "stop!"
"Lauren," I heard as a felt a tap on my shoulder.
"What the -" I started as I turned around. But before I was finished the halls went black. Silence fell over the baron hall and my body fell numbly to the ground.

I jumped back up. I nervously reached for my glasses on the bed side table and put them on in a hurry. I looked around the room quickly to see where I was. The breeze from my fan hit my face hard and the sweat on my forehead froze.
"Lauren," someone called from downstairs.
Who is that? I thought.
"Mom," I whispered to myself.
I pulled the covers back and slid out of my bed. I put one floor down against the cold, hardwood floor and immediately pulled back.
I sighed. I put my food down again and tiptoed to my dresser. I opened the top drawer and pulled out the first two socks I saw.
I hopped back over to my bed and sat down on the edge. I put the socks down beside me as I pulled my leg up and rested it on my knee. I grabbed the dirty, white sock from beside me and started to pull it onto my foot.
"Ouch," I jumped as something hit against my toes.
I pulled the sock off quickly and heaved my hand into it. I gripped the little box tightly and pulled it out.I couldn't believe that I had found it.
I dropped the sock out of sock and watched it fall to the floor. I opened the little brown box.
"Lauren" my mother called again, "You'll be late for school!"
"I'm coming," I yelled back.
The perfect, untouched locket laid just like it had five years ago when my father gave it to me before he left. I only wore it once because it was a painful reminder of his absence.I pulled it out of the box and opened the little heart shaped locket. Staring back at me was the last picture I had taken with my father.
Suddenly, I realized the voice in the dream was my father's. He had tried to get in touch with me after he left, but it only scared me.
Tears formed in my eyes and I quickly wiped them away with my free hand.
"What's that?"
I jumped. I turned around to find my mother had walked in my room.
"Oh," I started, "the locket Dad gave me."
"Oh," she sighed, "Come on, now. You'd better start getting ready for school."
"Okay," I said as she walked back out of my room.I put the locket back in it's box and threw it onto my bedside table.
"Next time," I said to it, "I'll throw you out of the window."

3/21

The dark room was crowded with silence
and the sun sent in some light.
Noise gets carried through
as moths fill in my room.
My heart sits empty
and my brian full of thoughts.
Your name taste sweeter then honey
and your face fills my sight.
Your voice carried through the darkness
as I wait on you.
If you never call,
I'll be forced to say goodbye.



That kind of sucks.

Peom With No Name

Once a month,a pain comes along
that no man understands
and girls wish was gone.
Misleading thoughts and awful stares
as you walk down the street
in your underwear.
Let's go down to Doo Doo Falls,
and watch as water turns to mud.
Never look back, but always move forward
to the place where the sidewalk ends.
Jump off a cliff,
or out of a plane,
but as you land,
paint the sky grey.
Stand in the rain without protection;
It'll hide your tears and your pain.
Never believe you know everything,
because once you do, things'll change.
Like Presidents and Pluto,
nothing ever stays.
Confide in your friends, parents or God,
your shrink never knows best.
Never us 'alas,' 'chipper,' or 'frankly'
because that's too old school for us.
Ignore this poem,for it has no meaning.
It's merely for fun and believing.
Travel to a land unknown and make it known.
Stick a flag in the ground and call it your own.
Leave your footprints in the sand,
and have a picnic with a caveman.
It's not about your birth,
but about your death and how you died.
Act in a play or sing an old song,
you can even do the dance of the cucumber.
Mail a letter or paint your wall,
but don't forget about Paul.
This poem is too long and I'm about to retire.
In fact, I can have my cake and eat it too,
because I'm the cat's meow and the dog's tuxedo.

Wife

It’s been two years since we were together.
Taken away at graduation, then to the army.
Late night texts kept up in touch,
But I longed to hear your voice.
Your face is carved into my memory,
And your build forever in my heart.
The nights we spent together replay in my mind,
Together or apart, you’ll always be mine.
But shocking news came my way,
And I found out my heart still hurts.
Newly wed and coming home,
You left me in a room full of dread.

Rage

Nothing in the world is more calming than rage.
It builds inside you and kills your soul.
Gives you time to think as you sink to the ground.
Voices in your head blend to one.
It sends to a lone room, starring at a blank wall.
Lyrics run through your head as you calm yourself down.
Life becomes clearer and things eventually resolve.
Let time run it’s course, then get back on the horse.

Popular

I don't know if you've ever listened to Wicked, but one of the songs in Wicked is "Popular." See, one character is trying to change the other character to make her more 'beautiful' or 'pretty' well, just trying to get her to fit in so they could hang out and she wouldn't be embarassed by her green friend. Now, I hope that if you had any of a childhood, you watched Grease at least once in your life. At the end of Grease, Sandy and Danny switch places in a way. She changes to the hot biker babe and he changes to a jock. But, I believe that no one should change for anyone. And I am glad that God accepts everyone just the way they are. He doesn't care if you are red, yellow or blue; gay, straight or bi; short, tall or somewhere in the middle. He loves us all the same. So, don't change yourself for anyone no matter who it is, because God wants you to be yourself one hundred percent.

Temtations

It's 47 days into 2009. Forty-eight short days ago, we were all making our New Year's resolution as we watched the clock hit twelve. Mine is to once again give up all caffinated drinks. I don't know what yours is, or was, but have you broken it yet? In Avenue Q there are these two puppets called the Bad Idea Bears. They are cute and talk in really high pitched vioces and they just look hugable. But there purpose isn't really sweet. Everytime one of the characters would come face to face with a problem or situation, POP! The Bad Idea Bears would show up steering them in the wrong direction. For me, one of my favorite lines in the whole play was "Take her home! She's wasted! YAY!!!" Spoken by none other than the Bad Idea Bears. Notice how they said yay when Princeton took her home. However, everytime a character did the right thing, they would get sad. In that sense, these bears are like the Devil. He always shows up when we are faced with important decisions. He gets really happy when you consider going along with it, but then when you turn away and do the right thing, he is dissapointed. But hey, that shouldn't matter because when you turn away from the Devil, God is celebrating. He is shouting, "Yay!" We shouldn't have to think about what we need to do. We should follow God in everything we do. Just remember, the closer to God you are, the more the Devil is going to show up. He's going to try to bring you down to his level, but don't let him. Rise above him and keep following God. It's part of our walk of faith. Or, leap of faith really. God bless.