Broken Love

This is a Want Ad written by Ashley and Me. It was inspired by the song "Want Ads" by Honey Cone. Enjoy! Wanted: Two young men (contact for age requirements.) Handsome is preferable. MUST be able to carry on intelligent conversation ! The ability to play an instrument or sing is recommended. Must not be a pansy. Knights in shining armor are frowned upon, but princes are acceptable if they are similar to Aragorn. Facial hair will be decided upon in a case-by-case basis. Once again, he must be smart . The ability to entertain or make us laugh will be a deciding factor. He must be able to handle strong headed women. Cooking is a talent he must possess. He must be passionate about hockey an love converse. Finally. above all else, he MUST love God . Applications are now available; contact if interested. Wimps need not apply .

She wanders, A princess. In the dark she shudders, Her beauty priceless. Her gown flowing, Marking her for royalty. Hair softly blowing, A vision of unreality. Heading to a secret place, Known only to him. The sun as lace, Light beginning to dim. Tucked safe away, She waits. Watching the fading day, She waits. Startled by a sound, She turns. Beautiful eyes dancing around, Perfect body burns. Ready to give everything, Body, soul, and mind. Dreaming of anything, Heart still innocent and kind. Oh where is he? Will he ever come? Where could he be? To her could he shun? Light fades from the sky, What should would give for it to hold on. A crystal tear sliding from her eye, Then the sun is gone. She peers from the trees, Hiding her existence. Tears blurring what she sees, Resisting her resistance. He holds the keys, To her secret heart. The only one that really sees, Nothing can keep the two apart. Soft shoulders stoop, Hope disappearing with the sun. Head begins spinning in a loop, Mind, bo...

Head, hands, feet, Our body works together as one. Logic, Emotion, Joy, Every part fitting like a puzzle. Saying we are only logic, Is like saying we are just a hand. A hand can't survive on it's own, Logic is only a peace of the puzzle. We say she is emo, Is the head all we see? Where are the eyes, legs and arms? Just the head can't move alone. The joy he has is his idinity, We miss the mouth, toes, ears. The puzzle is incomplete, Without the litt le pieces. We start at the four corners, The obvious. The foundation, Of what the puzzle will be. Sometimes we finish the border, The outline. The part that holds it together, The outside of the creation. Maybe we push a f ew layers in, The unique. We start to see a picture, Coloring the art. ......................................... Then we get busy, Maybe even forget. The puzzle laying, Waiting to show off it's u n i q u e art.

Am I the only one left? That knows not to put it there. The only one with clean wrists? The logic that over rides the emotion. How much more can I take?! Every week someone new. What is the reason?! Some bad and some good. It's become more than a drug. Now spreading like a new fad. A mental disses. An epidemic. You think you're unique? You assume this makes you different? You're wrong. You're just following the crowd. I thought you wanted to stand apart? Someone who shines for others? You can't. Everyone is falling in the same dark shadow. You caught his eye, Yes it is true. But honestly what good will it do? Because of this he will never date you. You got a valentine, She got a song. She always has flowers , While the rest of us are left dry. You're not loved now, Because of this. You were before, For just being you. Open your eyes a crack, Look outside the world of you. How it pains those around you, Mom, Dad, Friends, Little sister, Me. I know a better way, ...

Singls Awarness Day = SAD DAY! I HATE Valentines Day. Like really, mega, hate. Not only because I have never had a guy on that day (tho I'm sure that has something to do with it... ), but because it is just a stupid day where the poor guys are expected to do something special and unique for their girl. Honestly when I have a guy I want him to be able to think of that stuff on his own and not have to have a day to remind him... then again guys do need reminders. lol. I have just never liked the holiday and see it as a wast of time. Who knows I might feel different someday. But as of now I'm with all the people that just feel alone every year. But this year was different. No I still don't have a guy. And yes that does kinda suck. I worked all day and at work we gave out special Valentine treats to everyone. It was so much fun being able to see the look on their face and how it just made some peoples day worth being there even. I was in a not so good mood at 8:30 am until the ...

As the tears fill my eyes, Blurring what I thought I saw. Looking around to see what is near, But I see nothing. Utterly Alone Reaching for a hand, Touching only misery. Groping in the dark, But I can't feel a thing. Completely Alone Listening for comforting footsteps, Hearing only my own breathing. Stretching to detect any sign of life, Everything but silence is dead. Disappointingly Alone A whiff of roses floats past, Only to be taking away in the same moment. Breathing deep searching for a treat, Only garbage is found. Disgustingly Alone A hint of honey, To be replaced by onions. Licking lips to find joy, Just to be burned once again. Hopelessly Alone SENSELESSLY ALONE

It's great to finally meet cool people and write crazy Dr. Susse poems in five min! Crystals By Sarah (me) and Josh Peterson Crystals are clear, in all shapes and sizes, their beauty unique amazes our eyeses! They can do many things, they can be used as prizes. They make people think and grow even more wises.