The Rush

What's the rush?
It's you, me and the stars
you make me blush
with one word
you brighten up the world
The darkness stays away
Because it knows of your goodness
your light, your love, your laughter
But when you depart,
The darkness descends upon me,
slowly,creeping its way through my mind.
Creating paranoid thoughts
about you, my love, my life
But I have to stay strong,
I cannot let darkness win,
I must be brave, i must be strong,
You will not always be there when I fall,
even if you promise,
It's probable that you cannot be there at all times,
I will not make you promise,
As I know I do not deserve a love like yours,
I try to push you away, but you softly say. 
'What's the rush?
It's you me and the stars
I like the way i make you blush
I like the way you tremble beneath my touch
But can't you see, It's not me,
It's your light keeping the darkness away,
The stars, Oh the stars, they shine bright for you,
'Cos they know how much I love you'

Who Cares?

As I sat in church today (Yes, I was born and raised a Catholic) and hummed about being the Lord's servant  along with the rest of the congregation, lightning in form of a random, irrelevant but interesting thought struck my over stuffed mind. What happens to people who drink too much soda? Well, except  for turning into a cart - driving - forever - chip - munching - and - yelling - at - strangers obese person what happens to you? Do your insides turn into a soda? Does your brain ooze soda? It's a silly thought and surely can be researched on the World Wide Web and it's various sources, one's imagination could run wild. I imagined that a soda addict could get a brain tumour, or cancer of the lungs, or soda could ooze out of his/her's mouth, ears and nose and other inappropriate places or this weird goo/pus thingie could form. I don't even know what weird off - the -top -of - my head poop I'm talking. Well so after humming about being the Lord's servant I decided I'd go blog about this (Not in some weird geeky, nerdy, lame manner but you know I find stuff like this interesting) Also, this is a serious issue, since a lot of adolescent peers of mine, and me, are addicted to soda and other well, harmful substances. So, if this goes on, in 10 years we're all going to be cart - driving - forever - chip - munching - and - yelling - at - strangers obese people, or we'd all be dead, 2012 and all. On this happy note, I'd like to conclude with,
SODA RULES BUT MAKES PEOPLE OBESE. BUT I DON'T CARE SO I'LL GO CRACK OPEN A CAN OF COCA COLA NOW. (atleast, it's not beer or anything, hey! another topic for my next post , again not in a weird, geeky, nerdy, lame, lonely person kind of way)
So, adios amigos. See ya, when I see ya.

'He's just like a friend to me now!' 'Really?' 'Yeah!.... No'

SO maybe this is going to be about the woes of a 16 yr old Drama Queen who can't get over the fact that her crush likes someone else. Or maybe not. I can't make up my mind right now. So I'll compose a poem.


Imprisoned by a world of Darkness
But so full of love
Trapped by the shackles of fear
Wounded by my own courage
They said , 'Be brave, stay strong'
My own bravery was set to destroy me
Annihilate me, Disembowal me
I fell back, fear overtook me
Shackled me, Pinned me to the wall
A big looming figure approches
I prepare for my gory death
But the figure pauses, and then walks away
The Light finds me, warm and happy as always.
But they have imprisoned me in a world of hate.
I try and try to escape,
To embrace the light,
But I can't pry open the bars,
I can't break the shackles
I will have to feel the little warmth and be content with what I receive,
Until the day comes, when i am set free.

Why?

Why a blog?
Mo ko Man put me up to it.
Who's Mo ko Man?
A character in my life who you will get acquainted with.
What the hell is a Mo ko Man?
A big panda.
How the hell do I know a big panda?
No friggin' idea.
Do I absolutely abhor the 'Idea' joke?
With all my pumping heart.
So, this is my new blog.
Mo ko man will be happy  I mentioned her in my first post.
Also I should get a commission for mentioning Idea in my first blog post. I mean it's MY blog and it's IDEA.
Am I conceited?
100%
Should I do something about it?
It's a phase. It'll go. Most probably.