I Had an Awful FeelingEver since that night,
I had this feeling,
That he wasn't alright
When he said "I'm ok."
He wasn't even my boyfriend yet,
Yet I knew so much about him;
I could tell when he was ok,
And I could tell when he was just faking it.
I said nothing as the days flew by,
But I kept trying to cheer him up;
I let him make the decisions,
To make him feel like he was in charge.
Lame though it sounds,
I couldn't think of anything else.
I thought I filled him so much already,
But then he asked that question I thought I'd never hear.
"Will it be ok with your dad if you could be my girlfriend?"
Odd way of asking me.
I was perplexed and happy;
What could he love about me?
I already told him my past,
I already told him my weaknesses;
He said that he would love me no matter what,
And I believed him.
And even after we were officially together,
I kept trying to make him happier than he was,
Because even after we said "I love you" for the first time,
I guess I just wasn't enough
He needed more,
Justice: So Far Away Prologue
Rain poured down upon the 3rd district, a place where humans and hybrids lived together in harmony.
Today was too gloomy for one hybrid in particular. Thunder cracked and lightning streaked across the sky. This hybrid, with wolf ears and a fluffy gray tail, sat on the sidewalk. Mizuki Haruno is her name. Her usually bouncy blue hair was now flat from the rain, and she was soaked to the bone. Her ears drooped and her tail was wrapped around her in vain to try and keep warm. What made it worse was because she wore a blue tank top and worn out jeans. Her light blue eyes showed nothing but dullness and weakness.
She was full of it. She was only 13 years old. The only reason she was out in the rain was because her parents died protecting her from some jackal gang that's currently going around killing everyone. They lusted after blood, the smell and the taste, and the sight.
Don't you want to become stronger?
There was that voice in her head again.
The Night I found Perfection
I always wondered if I'd ever meet
Someone who wouldn't criticize
Me because of my past.
When I entered into high school,
I searched and searched,
Never finding the right one to meet my expectations.
They were all boars;
Too busy eating up everyone else's heart,
Tearing them to pieces and leaving them hopeless.
But then one night,
I walked into the classroom,
And met someone
Someone who took the time to say "Hi."
Someone who was brave enough to enter into my heart,
And completely fill it
I never knew he existed,
Until that night;
The perfect stranger
Who became the perfect lover.
What's wrong with it?
It's not a bad word.
Why can't I say it?
Tell me what's so wrong about it.
It's an insult to women.
Do you think she LIKES being a toy?
Do you think she enjoys you more if you call her that?
"You're so sexy."
That basically says,
"All I want is your body, not you."
This world's version of love is so wrong.
Perfect, perfect, perfect.
None of us have perfect bodies;
None of us are magically beautiful like those photo shopped celebrities;
That's all a guy wants in a girl after looking at certain magazines.
"You're not sexy enough."
"You're trash to me, and I am unable to love you for who you are; all I want is your body, and it's not perfect enough for me."
I'm not perfect.
You're not perfect.
He's not perfect.
She's not perfect.
It's not perfect.
Sexy DOES NOT equal true beauty.
Then what DOES?
Look in the mirror.
THAT'S true beauty.
For someone to love
On a cool, November night,
The night I walked into the room,
And sat down next to you.
It was you who said "hi";
I remember looking at you,
And seeing at once that you MUST be the one
I said "hey" and I smiled at you.
We talked as the chatter around us seemed to mean nothing anymore,
And I found out that you were a senior.
I thought that our future
Was now impossible
But when you left,
You said "see you later",
And you kissed my cheek,
And headed off.
Even though you used that kiss as just a goodbye,
It felt like much more.
That night was the night
I had a REAL crush.
I went to your soccer games,
And for the first time,
I enjoyed watching them;
Something was changing in me.
January 23, 2011;
You had come to my parish,
And after talking awhile,
I recalled the time you said "you are the most beautiful angel from heaven that came to make my life better."
You hadn't even said I like you,
Yet you showed all signs of it.
I knew that I couldn't hold in what I felt any
A Worried Mother's Situation
Never before was I in a situation
Of a mother trying to convince her daughter
To value her life,
And never think of suicide.
Try as I might,
She would not listen,
And she pushed me away,
Closing herself to the world.
Only one person can penetrate her walls;
He is everything to her,
And according to her,
He was the only one to bring her up when she was down.
My own love told me,
To be a true friend to her and not a mother;
I'm very young;
Too young to act as a mom to my best friend.
He also told me,
All I could do was pray for her and let God do the rest;
He reminded me that,
"With God, all things are possible."
I was too depressed to think;
All I wanted to do was cry;
All I wanted was to scream;
I couldn't bear losing a friend like that.
But after everything my love told me,
I felt the weight lift from my shoulders;
I am grateful for someone
Whom I can trust with my problems.
My friend is as stubborn as a rock,
But at least she has goals;
She believes in a future,
And that gives me hop
Flower of White
A beautiful white lily flower seed
Is placed into the soft soil.
The time when it will bloom is uncertain;
It is having trouble coming out of the ground.
No matter how many times it was watered,
It refused to grow.
No matter how long the Creator stared at it,
It remained dormant and unwilling.
But finally, it started to grow;
Slowly, but surely.
But it didn't have the confidence to continue;
Because it thought its petals were stained with dirt.
A white lily that refuses to grow;
That is what I relate to.
I'm too shy to come out of my shell,
And proclaim to the world what I'm all about.
But at times I did start to bloom,
And I showed the worlds my talents.
But then I became shy again and uncertain,
Burying myself back into the ground under the soft, warm soil.
But then someone new visited the garden.
The Creator was with him,
And he told the stranger to kneel and watch the lily for awhile;
The Creator knew this would work.
After many hours of staring at the soil,
The lily burst out from