Only In Utah

Luckily, the glass was there. Behind it stood a man. Early 40's, dull, combed over brown hair, somewhat chubby, and white & pale. GANT glasses, jaw gaping wide open, shouting blasphemies of some sort. *Sigh*, only in Utah.

A Gift I'd Like to Give

I've always wanted to be a superhero of some sorts. You know? Spiderman, Batman, Superman, The Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers, you name it. Even still do this day, I wouldn't mind flinging webs and swinging through the cities around here, or flying sky high to save a crashing plane. But, I'm just your average everyday normal guy. I'm not a Humanitarian Aide, Firefighter, Policeman, or Doctor, I'm just, me. I'm a 17 year old, high school teenager, who has not yet matured, or reached his potential. But, I am a 17 year old, high school teenager, who shows compassion, is respectful, and appreciates the well being of others. Now, some of you may be questioning why I'm rambling on like this. You're waiting for me to reveal "my gift". "A Gift I'd Like to Give", is the gift of service. I'm not a hero, and nor will I ever be. But, I can open the door for a friend of mine, help an elderly lady across the street, climb a tree to retrieve a neighbor's cat that got stuck up there, and so on. There are plenty of opportunities to help out with an act of service. All I need to do is reach out and lend a helping hand. How hard is that? Not hard at all. From picking up turkeys, to aerating in the rain, I remember it all. I remember the pain, the cold, and just about everything else. But, it was worth it, completely worth it. There's been plenty of service given to me, and I think that it's time that I return the favor. I'm going to be a better brother, son, cousin, friend, student, and so on. And on those days when I am put down and what not, I always say, you don't need to be a superhero to lend an act of service. Just be yourself.

Excitement is a Blue New Pair of Kicks

They arrive,

Your heart skips a few beats.

Fresh out the box.

Air Jordan 1's.

White,

Fresh,

Hightop.

You can't help but stare,

The old school logo, the laces, and everything.

You just fell in love.

You reluctantly pull them out of the box,

Treating it as if it were a new born.

Smiling, chuckling a little.

You put them on,

The mold fits your foot perfectly.

You tie the laces, cherishing every minute of it.

All of sudden, you hop up,

With a little bit more enthusiasm.

You stride towards the door,

Thinking of the perfect day that it is about to become.

You open the door,

The sun beams through, it's shining brightly.

It seems to smile at you,

And you can't help but smile back.

You jump down the steps,

Feeling like a child once more.

"This day couldn't get any better".

Then,

They're scuffed.

Confusion is a Red Pen

The clock keeps ticking.

Your glance around the room, frustrated, yet relieved.

The stack of papers accurately organized next to you is all done.

Except for one.

Sitting there, motionless, in front of you on the table.

White,

Pristine,

Clean.

You glance at the paper,

Somewhat intimidated.

You pull out the red pen out of your pocket.

A look of uncertainty masks your face.

Your eyes show a gaze of bewilderment,

Confusion.

You slowly pluck off the cap,

Tossing it offhandedly to the side.

The pen touches the paper,

It starts to trickle.

Let the bleeding begin.

Love (Part 2)

Love,

Your eyes meet.

Childhood.

Her teasing you,

You teasing her back.

Cooties,

EWW!

Animal Cookies,

Elementary School.

Best Friends Forever.

You start growing up,

As does she.

More school,

Junior High.

You part ways,

Wondering what happened to her.

Years pass by,

You enter High School.

You're at this party,

You meet "her".

She looks familiar,

Then you realize, it is HER.

She realizes it is you.

You reunite,

Hanging out, reminiscing about all the good times.

First Date.

Her.

You're nervous.

You pull up to her house.

Knock on her door,

Her father opens the door,

You see the "if you do anything to her look" on his face.

He reluctantly invites you inside.

You sit on the couch,

Nervously awaiting.

She walks down the stairs,

Stunning.

Gorgeous.

Beautiful.

You sit there, uneasy.

Asking yourself whether you look "okay".

She giggles,

You're speechless.

You take her to the movies,

She's just sitting there.

You make a move reluctantly,

With the fear of being rejected.

She accepts it.

Cuddling,

Has never felt so good.

The movie ends.

You drive her home,

Walk her to her door,

Mesmerized by her beauty.

You both stand there, waiting for that "moment".

"Make the move".

You kiss,

Your first kiss.

Each other's first kiss.

Love.

Just to think this all started when you're eyes first met.

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.