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Help Me, God

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Help Me, God

Help me, God. Lift away my pain. I feel like I can’t go on. The tears are now like rain. I scream on the inside and shake with fear. Sometimes I feel like my end is near. God, protect me; help me through this ordeal. I’m wheezing with confusion and none of this seems real. I pray to you. I cry out from hurt. My cheeks are stained. I’m always on the alert. But sometimes I just can’t seem to see things coming. I feel like I’m tired and exhausted, like I’m always running. My heart is heavy, my throat is sore. My eyes are drooping. Can I take much more? My lips are dry, my nose is runny. My body is numb.

Christmas Is Here, Bringing Good Cheer

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Christmas Is Here, Bringing Good Cheer

Christmas Is Here, Bringing Good Cheer Snow fell gently down from the heavens. A castle, dark and filled with centuries’ worth of memories, came into view. Waves crashed into the rocks that the castle set upon high in the air. The gray sky became darker as the sun set up ahead. A figure stood outside the castle, narrowing their eyes up at a certain window. They snuck into the old building and looked around cautiously. No one in sight, they thought with satisfaction. They pulled the hood of their cloak over their head and quickly went up the long flight of stairs. In a room, a young girl sat on her bed staring out her fogged window.

Merry Christmas, Alyssa! (Poem)

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Merry Christmas, Alyssa! (Poem)

Merry Christmas to a queen on this holiday of red and green. Though we've not met a single time, I'm still glad you are a close friend of mine. This poem may sound cheesy and lame, but I don't care. This is my game! The first line came to me while I was trying to fall asleep. I didn't want to forget it, so off my bed did I leap! I hope you and your family have a wonderful Christmas day and I pray to God that a lot of happiness comes your way. Merry Christmas, Alyssa! I love and I miss ya! (That was a bad rhyme, I know. I'm sorry . . .)

Make the Memory Last

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Make the Memory Last

Blue. That was my new favorite color. As I stared from across the room his eyes connected with mine. They were like diamonds, shining with grace and so pale in color. The gray—really a blue that seemed to be fading—clouded around his pupils like fog over a pond. Music drifted into my eardrums, snapping me from my gawking. Embarrassed, I peered down at my hands as they were folded on my lap. People talked and laughed and danced all around me. I just sat there on the wooden chair that was set up against the wall. My bottom was aching from sitting there so long. I gripped the sides of the chair and fidgeted in my seat. The smell

And I Come With a Heavy Heart

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And I Come With a Heavy Heart

And I come with a heavy heart. My bones suddenly ache and my throat becomes dry as dirt. Eyes seeping into tiredness, I realize I feel like crying, but for what? Do I cry for all that I've lost, or all that I have yet to gain? Do I cry for the feelings that have been shed and wounded within me? Am I to cry because I miss the people that I loved, the people that I still love and want back? My heart is heavy and all I do is look for guidance, guidance in Him and others around me; none of them knowing that I seek it so . . . Huddled near a glowing screen, I write. My emotions are bottled, sealed. The things that bring me happines

Dear Adult Me

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Dear Adult Me

Dear Adult Me, I'm sure you're probably wondering why I've sent you this letter. It's me; your past self! If you want to get technical, I'm your teen self. Yeah, I know it's hard to believe, but I just wanted to let you know that I've been thinking about you a lot lately. I thought I'd drop you a line and tell you I'm proud of where you are right now. I don't know what you're doing yet, but I'm sure it's great. You know how we used to dream about becoming an amazing author and having a wonderful family of our own? I still think about that and I hope you were able to achieve that. If not, well . . . you still have t
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Christmas Is Here, Bringing Good Cheer

C

Christmas Is Here, Bringing Good Cheer

Christmas Is Here, Bringing Good Cheer Snow fell gently down from the heavens. A castle, dark and filled with centuries’ worth of memories, came into view. Waves crashed into the rocks that the castle set upon high in the air. The gray sky became darker as the sun set up ahead. A figure stood outside the castle, narrowing their eyes up at a certain window. They snuck into the old building and looked around cautiously. No one in sight, they thought with satisfaction. They pulled the hood of their cloak over their head and quickly went up the long flight of stairs. In a room, a young girl sat on her bed staring out her fogged window.

Merry Christmas, Alyssa! (Poem)

M

Merry Christmas, Alyssa! (Poem)

Merry Christmas to a queen on this holiday of red and green. Though we've not met a single time, I'm still glad you are a close friend of mine. This poem may sound cheesy and lame, but I don't care. This is my game! The first line came to me while I was trying to fall asleep. I didn't want to forget it, so off my bed did I leap! I hope you and your family have a wonderful Christmas day and I pray to God that a lot of happiness comes your way. Merry Christmas, Alyssa! I love and I miss ya! (That was a bad rhyme, I know. I'm sorry . . .)

Make the Memory Last

M

Make the Memory Last

Blue. That was my new favorite color. As I stared from across the room his eyes connected with mine. They were like diamonds, shining with grace and so pale in color. The gray—really a blue that seemed to be fading—clouded around his pupils like fog over a pond. Music drifted into my eardrums, snapping me from my gawking. Embarrassed, I peered down at my hands as they were folded on my lap. People talked and laughed and danced all around me. I just sat there on the wooden chair that was set up against the wall. My bottom was aching from sitting there so long. I gripped the sides of the chair and fidgeted in my seat. The smell

And I Come With a Heavy Heart

A

And I Come With a Heavy Heart

And I come with a heavy heart. My bones suddenly ache and my throat becomes dry as dirt. Eyes seeping into tiredness, I realize I feel like crying, but for what? Do I cry for all that I've lost, or all that I have yet to gain? Do I cry for the feelings that have been shed and wounded within me? Am I to cry because I miss the people that I loved, the people that I still love and want back? My heart is heavy and all I do is look for guidance, guidance in Him and others around me; none of them knowing that I seek it so . . . Huddled near a glowing screen, I write. My emotions are bottled, sealed. The things that bring me happines

Dear Adult Me

D

Dear Adult Me

Dear Adult Me, I'm sure you're probably wondering why I've sent you this letter. It's me; your past self! If you want to get technical, I'm your teen self. Yeah, I know it's hard to believe, but I just wanted to let you know that I've been thinking about you a lot lately. I thought I'd drop you a line and tell you I'm proud of where you are right now. I don't know what you're doing yet, but I'm sure it's great. You know how we used to dream about becoming an amazing author and having a wonderful family of our own? I still think about that and I hope you were able to achieve that. If not, well . . . you still have t

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Current Residence: Peanuts and Peaches :)
Favourite genre of music: All Of It, Baby!
Favourite photographer: I really don't know any photographers.
Favourite style of art: I dunno ^.^
MP3 player of choice: My silver iPod nano.
Shell of choice: Velveeta
Favourite cartoon character: Oh, dear Lord... I have not a clue!
Personal Quote: Everybody wants to be a cat because the cat's the only cat who knows where it's at.

Favourite Visual Artist
I don't have one :P
Favourite Movies
TOY STORY! "To infinity and beyond!"
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
It's so hard to just choose one... :(
Favourite Writers
James Patterson and Erin Hunter
Favourite Games
Toy Story 2 for Nintendo 64.
Favourite Gaming Platform
Nintendo 64 and Atari.
Other Interests
Lots! Do I have to be specific?

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