And so love was brewed in a coffee shop on a rainy Tuesday afternoon....

It was a Tuesday afternoon, and it was raining. Lauren could hear it pounding against the roof of her favorite coffee ship, in which she was sitting comfortably in a plush chair in the corner, a long-cold cup of coffee in front of her, her hands wrapped around the worn pages of a book. Each and every page had underlines words, highlighted sentences and frayed edges from being turned a thousand times with loving fingers. Her sparkling green eyes were transfixed on the page as each word pulled her further and further into the magical story that never seemed to get any less beautiful with each time it was read.

A sudden sound, the tinkle from the door’s bell, signaled another person had entered the small shop. Boots thudded against the thick mat to wipe away rain, and a smiling face spoke its order to the lady at the counter. All went unnoticed by Lauren, as her mind was in a far away world, battling dragons and falling in love.

The one who had entered was one by the name of Aaron, a handsome young man with brilliant blue eyes that glittered when he smiled. He ran fingers through his dark brown hair and let his gaze sweep the room for a spot that suited him. But instead his eyes landed on a girl sitting in the corner, quite obviously in her own world as her eyes remained fixed on the book held in her hands. Aaron gazed at the girl, struck by something about her. Was it the small smile and played on her lips, or the look in her eyes that gave the impression of a dreamer? Aaron felt he could stare into those eyes and see whole different worlds, worlds that never grew old.

He slowly walked toward the girl as he noticed the empty chair across from her. His heart was beating a little faster as if he were nervous, though why he was he didn't know. He stopped at the table, his eyes still fixed on her face, but she didn't even shift or acknowledge his presence. So he sat. She still didn't move. He swallowed and looked at the title of the book, something fancy; something he didn't recognize.

He quietly cleared his throat, opening his mouth to speak. The girls green eyes shot up from the words she was reading to zero in on his face. They sharpened into a glare, though Aaron got the impression it had to seriousness behind it.

“Yes?”

Aaron’s throat was suddenly dry, but he spoke anyway.

“What are you reading?”

The girl’s face morphed from a faintly annoyed expression back into the one that held the small smile when he first saw her. She slowly lowered her book, easily giving Aaron the impression it was done reluctantly, and smiled.

“It is a story about a young woman travelling through her world, facing many dangers to save her people.”

Aaron could tell she wanted to say more, the look in her eyes said there was so much more to tell, that the story could not be summed up in a simple sentence, that it was almost insulting to have to.

“Who’s the woman? Why does she have to save her world?”

Aaron smiles as her faces lights up and her eyes take on a look that is almost intoxicating. She lays the book down fully this time before launching into a story filled with adventure, trial, danger, love and loyalty. With a soft voice filled with passion she tells him of the battle the woman must fight to save the people she loves, the danger she faces as she searches for a great warrior prophesied to help her in her quest, and the bond of love that grew between them.

Aaron listened without a word, his gaze never leaving her face. He smiled most of the while, drinking in the passion that seeped from her words as she regaled him words that painted the most colorful of stories. Suddenly she stopped and stared at him, her eyes still shining and a small smile on her face,

”What?”

Aaron was pulled from his trance by her question, with a slow blink he straightened and tilted his head, his face clearly expression his confusion. The girl tilted her own head, her eyes staring into his steadily,

“Why are you still here?”

Aaron let a smile spread across his face,

“Can’t I sit and listen to a pretty girl tell me a story?”

The girl’s smile grew slightly bigger, and Aaron felt strange as she studied him.

“Buy me another coffee and I’ll tell you the rest.”

So he did.

summer is supposed to be


full of fun and relaxing,


but here I am


running to and fro


with so much work to do

So, this is my terrible first and last attempt at a rhyming poem.

I asked you to come with me
to sail across the glittering sea
you smiled and took me by the hand
ready to depart this piece of land


We traveled to to the nearest bay
and then I heard you say
"return, when will we?"
I answered, "please patient be"


Many days and many nights
we sailed under the skies brilliant lights
'till finally our destination reached
so our little boat we beached


You stood in glee at what you saw
a land without rule or law
to run and be ever free
so won't you stay here with me?

Terrible, wasn't it.........

College

Well, I normally would have my poem for today posted by now. But seeing as how my laptop chose the worst possible week to break down on me, I haven't had the time or means to post my poem.

But thank goodness, mom has a computer that will facilitate my needs for now ;-)

Three days ago I finished school. Now that fact would normally illicit much happiness and relief from me, but the time comes with the tide of a lot of stress and other such troublesome things, so it wasn't as wonderful as I had hoped it would be. But, I am both amazingly exited and terrified to tell you, that I may be starting college in August. I previously wasn't going to start until January, but recent developments have taken that road elsewhere.

Proving that I pass the CHSPE, I will start college in August. I am fully confidant that I will pass said test, which means I have only three months of normality left........and I finally starts college in three months.

THREE MONTHS, what am I going to do!?

Now, don't get me wrong, I am so exited I could shoot into the sky and explode. But, I'm also kind of freaking out. I've been home-schooled my whole life, not that I think that's a bad thing, I loved it, but this means I'm on my own! Having teachers and professors, a giant library and even bigger campus, a huge track field and an Arts Building. I could go on and on, but I won't, save you from eternal boredom.

So, that's it...........wow, aren't I such an exiting person?

And I leave you with that.

If you emailed me right now

I would be too busy to answer,

but if you emailed me in a week

you would get

a three paragraph long reply

expressing my joy and relief

about how I am finished

with the teenage torture tool

called school.

Nobody told me

that getting older

would be so very hard,

and the only thing I can see

is the hard road ahead.

Standing in the middle  

                                                                 

of a lone, barren room,

tears silently escaping,

leaving tracks down my face,

all I want is a hug.

Hot, sunny days


turn to cooler days,


which turn to cold days,


which turns to


rain all day long

I Will Fly

Yeah, I may be a little fragile,

I am not the strongest,

I've got a few cracks,

but, I am me.

I have the strongest

of strengths 

here by my side,

and I am not going down easily.

these broken wings of mine

will be healed again,

I will soar and I will fly,

I will touch that bright blue sky,

Dear Sun,

You hit my face early, this morning.
Leaking through the cracks in my curtains to grace my pillow and face with soft warmth, your rays hitting my closed eyes, too bad it was a tad early for my liking, seeing as my sleeping habits do not grant me a full nights sleep. I love you, dear sun, but please, do not wake me when I still have thirty minutes of rest left.

                                                                                                                Sincerely,
                                                                                                                       Dani

Never Alone

Lord, how many times


must I stumble, fall and be in tears, 


before I learn


that with You by my side


I will never be alone.

Funny how a melody sounds like a memory......

I turn on the radio


and hear that old tune playing,


it floats through the air,


making me think of you,


and I smile

Whispers

That feeling in the air

getting closer and stronger,

a change is coming.....

as the wind carries whispers

of summer

Masks of Paper and Ink

 Hidden.......that is the status of many of my writings. Hidden......hidden away in a notebook next my bed, the ones that hold pieces of my heart, they hold pieces of me, those who write can understand this, I believe.

Sometimes what we write, it just wasn't meant to be seen by others, we pour our hearts out in a poem two pages long, beautifully written, but unable to be enjoyed by others, because for them to be read feels like a violation, as though someone caught you at your weakest moment when you fell flat on your face.

Pieces of our hearts get put into it, pieces of us, our dreams and our fears, the darkest corners of our hearts, a light shined upon them from our point of view, onto a piece of paper. 

The time we felt as though we were nothing at all, that we could turn to dust and be blown away by the wind, and no one would notice or care, the moment we felt such anger or hate, it tainted our thoughts before we felt ashamed. All these, woven onto a piece of paper in scribbles lines, written through tears or whispered through a smile.

The pain or the joy in your heart, fallen onto a sheet of white, held in a trembling hand. The emotion of the moment, fueling the words, more and more begins to pour onto the page, until finally............finally, it is emptied from your heart, like a poison cleansed from your veins.

Who could dare read these words? We keep them hidden for fear of what others may think, but why?

We are not alone in our battles, we are not the only ones who feel fear, regret, pain, sorrow, shame, anger........why can't others see what we feel, why can't others understand our fear, try to understand our sorrow, empathize with our pain? Why must we keep ourselves hidden? Hidden behind our masks of paper and ink...........

Because, we are in our writing, we pour ourselves into it, what you read from my hand, that.........that is me.

So now I look to my left, at the worn, doodled over notebook resting by my bed, the holder of my heart, the recipient of my fears and dreams. Why should this inanimate thing, this emotionless object, be the one to see my heart?

If you read the contents of my heart, what will you think? Will you feel sad, will you feel sympathy, will you experience understanding? If you read the contents of my heart, feel not less of me...... 

This song is.......chillingly.... relateable.....

My favorite lines being......

"The tricky thing is just yesterday we were just children, playing soldiers just pretending, dreaming dreams with happy endings. In backyards, winning battles with our wooden swords, but now we've stepped into a cruel world where everybody stands and keep scores........Everbody's waiting for you to breakdown, everybody's watching to see the fallout....."

Shades of Gray

                                                                     

The days when we were young

with no fears or cares 

or worries,

no lines to recognize.

The world was full of color,

but now 

there are only

shades of gray

Outside the Line

Standing

outside the line

peering across

do I dare

step over?

Writing a Story

A half written story,
so much to plan and research,


Elven names, Old English Phrases,


formal greetings and insults,
who knew it took so much time!?




*True story.....pun intended

Sometimes the words

spoken in a moment 

of anger and pain

cannot be taken back

or forgiven,

the tongue

a weapon of the strongest

and most fearsome strength

will cleave the deepest wounds

As you may have deduced from my frequent template changes, I am easily bored....my room decorations, it's layout, games I play, books I read, the fact I am easily bored applies to it all :-)
So, I became bored with my previous template, and I have changed it.....again.

I hope it still looks nice and is easy to navigate, which I believe it is.
So, just remember if you visit one time, and come back a few months later and it is different, just know I became bored :-)

P.S: This is my 102 post, I never even realized i had reached 100 last week :-)

                                                      

 

Here I am 

writing a song,

my heart laid bare

in a simple melody,

never to see the light of day

Cold day activities

Bundled up in a sweater,

school is finished for the day,

curled up on the couch,

headphones over my ears,

crocheting a blanket.

*Yes, I am actually crocheting this blanket, and it's folded

so it's actually three times that width....

Rain

Stepping out the door


peering past the awning


at the rivers of rain falling


a single drop drips down


now I'm staring cross-eyed

Have you ever come across a song that expresses exactly how you have been feeling? But you just never seemed to express it right? Well, I found mine.
It's by a teenage YouTube star with a beautiful voice, her name is Megan Nicole, and these are the words.......

........She's with him, I'm in the back seat, 
know it's not right but it hurts when their laughing, 
I've never been where they are.........
chorus: I wanna be blown away, I wanna be swept off my feet, I wanna meet the one who makes it hard for me to breathe, I wanna be lost in love, I wanna be your dream come true, I wanna be scared of how strong I feel for you......
Everywhere  look people holding hands, 
when am I gonna get my chance at love......
'cause she's with him,
try to pretend but it's not working
I just wanna be where they are.......
chorus: I wanna be blown away, I wanna be swept off my feet, I wanna meet the one who makes it hard for me to breathe, I wanna be lost in love, I wanna be your dream come true, I wanna be scared of how strong I feel for you......




[My poem titled I Wanna Be is based off the idea of this]

Music

Laying on my stomach

feet swinging in the air

headphones covering my happy ears

as my favorite music

plays way too loudly

I couldn't help myself!!!
She's so adorable!!



A virtual cupcake for whoever thinks up the best caption!! ;-D

Words

Aren't words just wonderful?

They flow and they lilt, they can be created and crafted, tales can be woven and spun with them.

They can sing and they can harmonize, letters and speeches are written with them.

Some words just sound wonderful on your tongue, some you feel you have to belt out in a yell, others you want  to whisper in secret, some you want to shout to the world, others you want to say with a smile on your face.

Eloquence, cadence, praise, mediocre, sir, apothecary, renowned, subtlety, sensibility, joyful, beautiful, thrumming, lilting, harmonizing, beautifying, lovely, glorious, omniscient, sparkling, harp, raining, thundering, love. 

So many wonderful words! Words that mean so many things and used in so many ways.

And eloquent sir gave his praise in a glorious cadence, harmonizing with the the beautiful thrumming of a harp.

See! It can be so fun just stringing together in a sentence all your favorite words :-)

OK, I'm finished, just had to express all of that before I began my post :-)

Things have been a little crazy for me personally lately. I have been doing a plethora of writing lately,  (plethora! nice one eh eh! ;-) I have been writing three fanfiction [yes I know, I don't need to hear it ;] A bunch of poems and I have re-taken up my novel, having written the ending and annoying my best friend with it, I am working on the rest :-)

School has been giving me minimal issues, which I am eternally grateful for, I'm flying through everything while still retaining most of the information! It's a miracle! 

I am being annoyed at the crotchety weather lately, it's January, we're supposed to swamped by now, but nooooo, there has only been three days of rain for the whole month!!
Bad weather! Get your act together! ;-P

Have I mentioned, I love driving!! I don't love our car, but I love driving :-)

As I have taken up a saying after my dad, "I am the only good driver on the planet" hehe.

One of these days I'm going to take the advice of a certain someone, and drive up to the city and have a girls day with my friends, only I will be substituting ice-cream for a hot mocha :-)

You may ask, 'where does she live, saying 'up to the city'" Weeellll, I technically live in a city, but it's so tiny and I never see any one person only once....sooooo, I call the city above us 'the city', because their definitely big enough to be called a city. *grin*

I am trying to decide of I wish to spring into the horrors of job searching......... OK, I will.

So, I have been signing in at our local grocery store for about three weeks straight now, everyday, neither wind or rain, nor sleet or hail will keep me from it!

I have been the third most consistent 'signer-iner' [I made up another word! *adds to the list*]

So I am holding out hope for a job there, which I will be [quietly] ecstatic to get [if I do, of course]

And I also have news, I may not be able to call our 'city' [pssh] 'not a city' for very much longer, for we are getting a Target, a Fresh Food Market, a STARBUCKS! [now my life is complete, a Starbucks in town] a Petco, and Marshal's will be finished in a few months. YAY!! *happy grin*

Oh oh oh!! Aaaaaannnd, there is only FOUR more months of school left!!!!!!

As you can see by my excessive use of exclamation points, I am VERY happy about it. 

Sooooo, if I am allowed, and Lord willing, I graduate after this school year, I WILL BE DONE WITH HIGH SCHOOL!!!!! For those of you who read this and are either in college, or graduated high school without going to college, you can understand my exuberance.

Well, I believe that is all, life has been rather slow these past few months. I wish you all a goodnight [or day]

ma-salama


*I got an image with writing and a mocha :-D

I Wanna Be

I wanna be the face that takes your breath away
I wanna be the number you call when you wanna cry
I wanna be the princess in a fairy tale, 
The girl who get's swept of her feet
I wanna ride behind you on a white horse
I wanna be rescued by you


I wanna be the reason your smiling
I wanna be the name on your lips
I wanna be a dream come true
I wanna get lost in love's maze
I wanna be held by you


I wanna be a love story
The love drunk girl who can't see straight
I wanna get lost in your eyes, captured by your smile
I just wanna find you, I wanna be with you
I Wanna Be........loved

Star Gazing

Lying here gazing at the stars,
wishing once again 
I could be among them,
basking in the light
of the lonely and tranquil moon

Lord, here I am at your feet

my path is yours to lead,

show me thy will oh Lord,

that my life may be a a story

written for your glory

Wishing upon the Stars

A girl as beautiful and lonely as the moon

gazing to the heavens with longing on her face,

her tears shimmer against her pale skin

her eyes glow and sparkle like the stars,

she raises her face to the heavens and wishes once again,

to be with her kin, in the company of the silence of space

Dream

I wondered through this dream


quiet, peaceful and serene


with not a care nor a trouble,


but then I awoke to find 


that the world had passed me by

Whither shall I go from thy spirit?
  or wither shall I flee from thy presence?
If I ascend up into heaven, thou art there:
  If I make my bed in hell, behold, thou art there.
If I take the wings of the morning,
and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea;
Even there shall thy hand lead me,
  and thy right hand shall hold me
                                                       -Psalm 139: 7-10

Oh Lord, thou has searched me, and known me.

  thou knowest my downsitting and mine uprising, thou

  understandest my thoughts afar off.

Thous compessest my path and my lying down, and art

  acquainted with all my ways.

For there is not a word in my tongue, but lo, Oh Lord,

  thou knowest it altogether.

Such knowledge is too wonderful for me; it is high, I cannot

  attain unto it.

Yea, the darkness hideth not from thee; but the night 

  shineth as the day: the darkness and the light are both

  alike unto thee.

                                                      -Psalm 139: 1-4, 6, 12

Oh the depth of the riches both of the wisdom and
knowledge of God! how unsearchable are His judgement,
and His ways past finding out.
                                                      -Romans 11: 33

He is the Rock, His work is perfect: for all His ways are judgement, 
a God of truth and without iniquity, just and right is He.
                                                      -Deut. 32: 4

Busy Bee

Busy, busy, busy

my repetitive lines for this week,

running to and fro

searching for employment

is such a job itself!

Art Forms

                                                                       or................

To me, art is defined by the person who observes it. 
The orchids to some, are simply beauty, but to me, to me they are art. The earth is a masterpiece and we are it's details. The trees and flowered bushes, the oceans and seas, the fields and the valleys, the mountains and the hills. All of these are art, sculpted by the Creator's hand, to me, anything created is a form of art. Does that make me art? It makes me smile thinking so.
A definition of art states that art can be something that is more than ordinary, we were made uniquely weren't we? So that makes us art, and I love to believe it.


*Painting: View of Toledo by: El Greco

Once Again

And once again, I am awed by the majesty of my Savior. I recently posted a rather drawn out post of how my life had been going, but now, now I wish to convey that I am happy again.
I have done exactly as a poem of mine recently said,

I went to You in prayer

I laid my sorrows at you're feet
You eased my hurt and heartache


Fresh strength You bestowed me
I felt you're peace and love
I arose from my knees


And I held my head high
for in You I know
I can fight through another day
with You by my side, I will stand


I am constantly reminded everyday, that I can be strong in Christ. I feel like I was trapping myself in a cage, but when will I realize, "in You I am free to fly?"
As it always will, life has thrown me for a loop, it's made me cry, it's made me laugh, it's made me sad and it's made me happy.
But in and through all of it, I knew I had a constant Fortress, an unbreakable Rock.
Things have been happening, I'm looking to the future and something I wish to do, being in constant prayer on the matter. I'm feeling like I'm moving towards the place God wants me, letting Him lead and show me the way.
Life was difficult for awhile, but things have quieted down, things are going well, and I'm happy :-)
There is a very good chance I could be getting a job in town, one that I would enjoy and be happy to work at, and school will be over in four months, that's always a plus ;-)

So now I bid ma-salam, may the rest of you're day be blessed.

Up & Away

While your out there flying through life

I'm here with my feet on the ground


playing with frail paper birds,


waiting for the time of year


when you'll come back to me