Love

Love,

Is a b***h.

It decieves you,

Smiling at you,

Giggling,

Teasing,

Winking,

Until you turn the other way.

Then it stabs you in the back.

Tearing your heart into pieces,

Leaving you standing there, uncertain, bewildered, depressed,

Empty.

Life Story: Shadows

I've always been in the shadows.

From the moment of birth, to the present of today.

Anytime, anywhere, everywhere, anyone, everyone, everytime.

Shadows.

I can't get rid of them.

Shadows of my past, still haunt me to this day.

Mistakes, anguish, dismal, failure, and so on.

I cannot escape.

They are bound to me as long as I live.

I've always been in these shadows.

Once having potential.

An actual bright spot.

Luster to my grime.

Forseeing that the future would have a better outlook.

Then, it just stopped.

Everything fell apart.

My life, it shattered right before my eyes.

I fell into depression, contemplated suicide.

At times, I wonder why I'm still here.

I, am an outcast.

A derelict, a castaway,

Exiled to remain eclipsed from the World.

Embarrassing my "friends", cousins, family.

Causing shame.

I reside in these shadows behind my sister, a bright and shining star.

My younger siblings will soon join her.

Me?

I'll never reach that plateau.

I'll never attain any plateau.

Never...

I, Storm Gray, dwell beneath shadows,

And I will never escape.

I Remember

I remember this little thing called love.

You know? Where you fall head over heals for this "certain someone".

I remember how dumbstruck I was over you.

I remember that one night,

That night when I met you.

It was during the Summer of '09,

When our eyes first met.

How we were both shy,

Okay, I remember that it was just me, not you.

How gorgeous you were, and still are.

Your black, silky hair.

Your red, luscious lips.

Your deep, brown eyes.

I remember how you caught me off guard,

How I just stood there speechless, not knowing what to say.

I remember how we became good friends,

How we started hanging out,

Getting to know each other better.

I remember our first date,

How we cuddled watching "Nacho Libre".

We both knew that it was a stupid movie,

But it was the only movie we had at the time.

You didn't care though,

You just giggled.

I still remember that,

Wondering how we even managed to cuddle.

How I felt the warmth of your body, brush the cold off of mine.

I remember the night we almost kissed,

How you teased me,

And ended up hugging.

I remember how sarcastic you were,

With that glimmer in your eyes.

How you always made me laugh,

Even on those "days".

I remember how everything was great,

Thinking it would stay like this forever.

Then, Summer came to an end.

We both went back to school.

I wondered what had happened.

I wondered if you & me were still "we".

I remember getting invited to your friends Birthday party.

How I was so happy to see you again.

I remember wearing your favorite color, purple, just for you.

I remember the look of your face when we saw each other,

How glad we both were.

We started dancing, and time seemed to stand still.

Then, I saw how the look on your face changed.

It was brighter, giddy with more joy.

But, it wasn't towards me,

It was towards "him".

I remember how you started dancing with him,

Leaving me, standing there in bewilderment.

I remember how you came back to me,

We started to dance again.

I thought he was just a friend of your's.

I remember seeing that look in your eyes,

There was no glimmer.

There was uncertainty.

I remember how the party ended.

You ended up walking off with him.

I remember that one night,

That night you broke my heart.

What, Me Panic? (Entry #10)

"Holy shi-!" Carl's profanity was cut short. Free falling. No parachute, no landing, no nothing. How he ended up here in the first place, he doesn't know. The last thing he could recall was that he went out to a bar with his friends. He faintly remembered how hammered he was, thinking the beer bottle he was holding was a microphone, and that he "knew" he was Sanjaya Malakar, performing on American Idol. After that, he didn't know. He just, blacked out. Thoughts of bewilderment raced through his head, contemplating about the possibility of how this happened in the first place. But who? And why? "If I was actually taken sky diving, wouldn't they have made sure that I had the proper equipment on, and that I knew the safety procedures?" He mused to himself. He then slowly, yet surely started to panic. "Could it have been?", he questioned. His friend, Jeff. He's a licensed pilot. He does own a plane, and he has took his friends sky diving before. "But why?! Why!" He cried, yelling toward the sky. "What did I do to deserve this!?" Carl slowly came to realize that he wouldn't be able to "make it". Unfortunately, he couldn't do anything. The impact of his free fall would result in immediate, and an unavoidable death. Gazing up at the sky, towards the Heavens, he sighed. Then he closed his eyes, thinking about his life. He considered that it was practically a jig saw puzzle that would never be solved due to the "missing piece". "Maybe, just maybe, this is the final piece to the puzzle.", he pondered to himself... "Oh well, at least I finished my Bucket List."

Coffee Shop

Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Tuesday, Dunkin' Donuts, 10:25 A.M. Two of the owners of Paddy's Bar, Charlie & Dennis, discuss about the situations that are going on over at Dunkin' Donuts. (Based off the show, It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia.)

Dennis: You're such a cheapskate.

Charlie: Pshhh, what?

Dennis: You heard me.

Charlie: Well... Well! Sor-ry that I got robbed last night!

Dennis: You, got robbed? When did you get robbed?

Charlie: Last night!

Dennis: What were you even doing last night?

Charlie: I was! Well, I was walking through Woodland Park.

Dennis: Woodland Park?

Charlie: Yeah! Woodland Park!

Dennis: Charlie, there's no such thing as a park called "Woodland".

Charlie: It was late last night! You know, I was just walking through a park! And some guy just ran up to me with a loaded gun! And I gave him my money!

Dennis: Alright, how am I supposed to believe that?! "Woodland" Park? And, who was this "guy" that robbed you?

Charlie: He, I don't know! He's hard to describe!

Dennis: Then why don't you describe what you know.

Charlie: Fine! He had, um...

Dennis: So, I'm taking that as a no?

Charlie: No! He, he had, um, black hair, red eyes, he looked, well, I don't want to sound racist...

Dennis: Charlie, you are racist.

Charlie: Pfff! What!?

Dennis: Continue.

Charlie: He looked German, had huge hands like the Incredible Hulk, and smelt like kielbasa!

Dennis: Mhm... You're lying.

Charlie: What!? No!

Dennis: Charlie, that description sounds like, if anything, the Terminator's Nemisis!

Charlie: ...

Dennis: And besides, I bet you don't even know what "kielbasa" is.

Charlie: I do too! It, it is, um... It is a type of animal! You know, it's um, related to the walrus family.

Dennis: Noooo, it's a german sausage.

Charlie: Oh. Ha, ha, you're right. I must be thinking of "keilbasa". (Wink, wink.)

Dennis: No! There's not even a word that means something called "keilbasa"! You just switched up the "I" and the "E"!

Charlie: So!? What if I did!

(Awkard Silence)

Dennis: Charlie! Honestly, what were you even doing last night.

Charlie: I...

Dennis: Were you with that homeless man again!?

Charlie: What!? No! I was hanging out with Frank. We went out and got a couple beers at the new bar, ya know? Just to see if they had the competition, and what it takes to run a bar in the streets of Philly.

Dennis: Promise?

Charlie: Yes!

Dennis: Well, I have to disagree...

Charlie: Why! I just promised you didn't I?

Dennis: Well, you did, but lets get real here for a minute, you're a terrible liar.

Charlie: Okay, Mr. "I'm so good that I don't have to tell the Truth"! If that even was me, how could you tell?

Dennis: Seriously.

Charlie: Yes.

Dennis: First off, you were completely hammered, and we all are after we close up the bar. And you were the one who was closing that night, so it's a given. Secondly, you're always wearing that same, stupid, old, and utterly pointless, "St. Bernard's Jr. High Wrestling" t-shirt, which you bought for ten dollars at a garage sell five years ago. I mean, it's pathetic. It was the biggest rip off that you bought something like that! You even have to keep sewing it so it won't all tear apart. And last but not least, you're Charlie. It's not hard to tell whether its you or not, even if I was standing one hundred feet away.

Charlie: Hey! That shirt is awesome!

Dennis: Not really.

Charlie: Okay, well that proves that it wasn't even me.

Dennis: Nope, I'm pretty sure it was you.

Charlie: Prove it.

Dennis: As if I haven't already? Fine then... Ok, who else knows the homless man on 45th Avenue named "The Wiki Man", who happens to enjoy playing a half-broken trumpet during Thanksgiving Day, who brushes his teeth with tuna paste, goes dumpster diving for "trinkets of gold", and believes that he can speak to eagles?

Charlie: Bu-

Dennis: But before you can say anything, I, Dennis, do not know him. Dee doesn't know him, Mac, he surely doesn't know him, or anyone outside of the bar, and Frank, he doesn't ever want to see him again around the bar, especially after that incident.

Charlie: But you do! And so does Frank! How do I know that it wasn't you? Or Frank!? And wait, what "incident"?

Dennis: I'll get to that, patience my friend... Because, you're the one who told me that you know him! I know him, through you. And Frank? He's like, four foot four on a good day, which means that it sure as h**l wasn't him... And besides, he would never be seen with him after he lost a poker game to that son of a gun, and ended up losing his prized "steak knife". That Charlie, was the "incident".

Charlie: Whooooa, no wonder why I never see him eat steak anymore...

Dennis: Yeaah... So...

Charlie: So?

Dennis: So, since we're speaking of the Wiki Man, I have to ask you this question.

Charlie: Go ahead.

Dennis: That couldn't have been you singing "Dancing in the Rain", and dancing to Beethoven's "Piano Sonata", with him, could it have?

Charlie: ...

Dennis: Riiight. I'll take that as a yes... So, what are you gonna get?

Charlie: I, I don't know.

Dennis: Well, you might want to buy something off the dollar menu, after all, you are a cheapskate.