dear miss, Id love to love you

everything she'll be

She'll be strong, like a cottonwood tree. Whose roots run so deep, that not even the fiercest wind could knock her down. She'll laugh in the face of gossip, rumor, and false prophet, because she'll know there's something bigger within this life. She may not always know her purpose, but she'll know that she has one. And somehow, she'll find it.

There will never be a doubt in her mind that I love her. There will never be a tear that I'd abstain to wipe away. she will be grounded, rooted in morals, and she'll know that classy is indeed the better alternative. She'll be subtle, but she'll be powerful, with one glance she'll make you fall. Her wit will by far out power mine, though she may not be the better cook in the kitchen. She'll be everything that I've never seen coming, but have always wished would be the biggest surprise. She'll waltz right in, but wont be like the others. I'm sure I'll see it in her eyes.

i need a day to chillax lake-side

sit back with the fishes and roll with the tide

toes in the sand bar, run away and hide

I want to get lost in the sun

i want to lose my head and feel summer again

the trees and the leaves and the water and wind.

days roll on forever and the nights never end

i want to swim, and sing and run.

but for now I'll stay here, behind this desk

sorting through papers and notes and mess

Until the Seventh of May I'll be stuck inside

but rest assured, the Eighth I'm coming ready to unwind.

I will never understand some things.

most days I figure that I have the world around me figured out.

this is one of those things I'm sure I'll never understand.

someone once said that in order for new doors to open,

that old doors must close.

the thing is, we can't turn the knob. only God can do that.

Please pray for my friend "cowboy kev"

I'm not ready to see another buddy go.

let your seams burst like the belt buckle of a fat texan

I've never truly loved anything. is that too deep to begin with? I'd hope not. Because I plan on writing a lot more.

here is the only way I know to describe things. Sometimes words do not earn the value of the feelings they represent. i wish i could lace together something beautiful and wonderful for your eye's and heart to linger on. but i can't. I'm me. and me is "

a very fluid concept" right now. (smile)

I feel like i'm on a journey, into an unknown galaxy but haven't reached the climax yet. I feel like polar magnetism is tugging! Pulling! Dragging! on my heart, begging it to let Love take over. And yet, i can't let it. there's still work to do in me before that love thing happens.

i love finding a work of beauty that i often take for granted, and standing there, dazing in awe over it, while the rest of the world sweeps fluidly by. Everyone around me is running, rolling toward their own definition of "what is right" and I'm standing there, like an idiot, watching the birds. why is life so captivating? because it never stays the same! things, people, loves, hates, worries, and pressures are always evolving

. they are always shifting beneath our feet. We are left with an ultimatum. Adapt, or Fall behind. i find myself falling behind. and i love it.

because I love physics (once again making a real-life nerd reference) I know that a dam can only hold so much water, until it bursts. We are all dams. (don't say that while holding your tongue) We can only hold so much water until we hit our over~flow point. and hydrogen2oxide begins to spill over our heads.

I 'd like to challenge everyone that reads this. to let the dam break. let the barriers burst. and let the seams tear. when are you going to live your life? tomorrow? or yesterday? how about now. So.....let's get to tearing some buttons!!!

love, love, love, love

Kyle

to let go isn’t to forget.
not to think about, or ignore.
it doesn’t leave feelings of anger,
jealousy, or regret.
letting go isn’t about winning or losing.
it’s not about pride
and it’s not about how you appear,
and it’s not about obsessing or dwelling on the past.
letting go isn’t blocking memories
or sinking sad thoughts,
and doesn’t leave emptiness, hurt, or sadness.
it’s not about giving in or giving up.
letting go isn’t about loss and it’s not about defeat.
to let go is to cherish the memories,
but to overcome and move on.
it is having an open mind
and confidence in the future.
letting go is learning and experiencing and growing.
to let go is to be thankful for the experiences that
made you laugh, made you cry, made you grow.
it’s about all that you have, all that you had,
and all that you will soon gain.
letting go is having the courage to accept change,
and the strength to keep moving.
letting go is growing up.
it is realizing that the heart can sometimes
be the most potent remedy.
to let go is to open a door,
and to clear a path and set yourself free

via Meg Fee

lackadaison

You can’t run from it.

It’s every where you are.

In the rocks, in the stone

Wherever green grass grows.

She lays.

Like an ember, once was truth

like the old man once knew youth

No cares no worries.

a lackadaisical day she walks, she walks, she walks away.

If memories were like a bottle of perfume. We could bottle them up.

and tuck them away for a rainy day.

but even that day

this day

this day

will fade.

love, and depth that words cant describe.

come out, be known, never more you’ll hide.