Fix You

It was snowing, the little snowflakes very light
And the moon was glowing, full and bright.
A fair maiden, the moon that revealed,
And he saw through her thin shield.

Peacefully she lay,
And to him, it was broad day.
She was meant for him!
His heart was full to the brim.

Once inside that warm place,
Color returned to her beautiful face.
Her cheeks became flushed,
And he could feel his own blush.

He noticed something in her hands,
A precious gift, of great importance.
But it was broken, impossible to fix,
And in her hands, the pieces mixed.

So he picked up the bits, and
Clutching them in his calloused hands.
He cupped his hands together,
And blew-they flew! Gentle as feathers.

Glitter floated in the air,
Mingling and settling on her hair.
He watched, entranced,
Even his heart seemed to dance.

Her eyes flew open,
"My broken heart-you've mended!"
"Of course," He stuttered,
But his brain coughed and sputtered.

"What else could I do,
Leave a maiden under the moon?"
She softly chuckled,
Surely his knees would soon buckle!

"I had to, you see,
I think you were made for me."
He replied,
And he caught her eye.

"Yes," she replied,
My heart is yours, and yours is mine."
"I've done it! Here in this room...
"I FIXED YOU."

Utah Drivers

I live in the wonderful country of USA.

(found @ http://www.istanbul-city-guide.com/usa-map.asp)

It's a wonderful country, in my humble opinion. But to be more specific, I live here.

(found @ http://www.evo.org/sherlock/western_usa.html)

This is Utah (from the Native American term 'Ute', which means 'people of the mountain'.Quick tips about Utah)

It's a good place to live. I have lived here my whole life, and will probably live here the rest of my life (not by choice, honestly). But we are actually notorious in the country for one thing: driving.

No, we're not good. In fact, we are quite the opposite! We are terrible, AGGRESSIVE drivers. Okay-the majority of Utahns are probably good drivers, but it's the bad ones that give us the bad reputation. It's not even like an individual is like that all the time! It's just the once or twice time you've happened upon us that work that day was crappy, or maybe they got dumped and are super angry! People here are not afraid to use their middle finger. It gets pretty bad sometimes.

Now, in no way, shape, or form am I saying that I am not a bad driver-I can be agressive, too! (Chalk that up to the Big Kahuna). I'm horn-happy, and my friends laugh at me. But some people just need to pull over or learn to drive. HOW HARD IS IT?! I love driving, and it can soothe me...if I'm on the right road. Otherwise, I just get stoked.

Changes

So for those of you who haven't noticed, I'm changing.

I'm starting college (which I love by the way), and this is a chance for me to introduce the 'new me', to people who I've never met. FABULOUS!!! It's getting...better, especially since in my public speech class we were supposed to do a 3-5 minute speech about our self! Boy was that hard! I'm not used to telling people about myself, especially since I don't fancy myself an exciting person. But they loved it! (weirdos...)

But I've always been into writing: stories, poetry, even a little bit of lyrics (although not very well). It's in my blood. My great-grandfather has pads of papers that he's written poems on (he was big on poetry). My grandmother (his daughter) wrote stories (and still does!), although we are not published. for each child born, my dad wrote a poem for them. The first time I read mine, I cried.

On paper, we have a way with words. Speaking, it doesn't work out so well. I am often left stuttering (especially with people I don't know). But what can I say? I can't help it.

So, here's to a new me! I am on my way to my career, on my way to a brighter future. Yes, I will go out there and KNOCK. THEM. DEAD.

Thunderstruck

He thought himself high,
And mightier, even than the sun.
Higher than clouds, and the little bird
that soars in the sky.

So he sought riches,
He sought fame, and glory.
He pushed aside the meek,
He found the poor disgusting.

He reached for the powers
Of one who had forbidden it.
He demanded they be given to him,
So he could do what he pleased.

But he was denied.

Rage surged in his heart,
A flame that could not be put out.
Who had the nerve
To refuse him?

So he reached for the powers
Of one who would give him everything,
and yet nothing.
And they were given to him.

He trampled on all,
Yet bothered none.
He struck down the brave,
And the mighty.

But the power from on high
Took his powers away,
And subjected him to those
He had lashed, and spat upon.

He had been... THUNDERSTRUCK.