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Heres the story i wrote earlier today in school..

Happy Ending: Have you ever picked the petals off a daisy? asked yourself over & over " Loves me, Loves me not"...I havent Cause she's always loved me...

Melancholy Ending: Arent stories supposed to have happy endings? no?...guess not, because what we have in front of us, was, is, and will never be happy...

I knew you weren’t perfect but I thought you were perfect for me because you were willing to learn. All you learned was how to break my heart.

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He had a dream that he married, to him, the most important girl in the world. When he awoke, he found it had come true.

A poem for my mom who started her first day of work today. She was very nervous.

I want to tell you that you are okay
And you'll be okay
And you'll do okay
Actually, you'll do great
You'll be great
You'll be marvelous
You are marvelous
So have a fantastic day at work
I know you are supercalifragilisticexpialidocious

They broke my parent’s throat, because their boy was about to turn 10 and he needed a wife. I’ll learn how to love him despite the memories-just like my mother in law. After all, it is a Gypsy tradition.

They became friends. He loved her, and sometimes she loved him too. A conversation of what’s supposed to be about love turned into a discussion. Pride spoke for them and the phrase died on her lips. As he walks away, she turns to touch his hand and they kiss again. She shed a tear that ended in between their lips.

It's that day of the year again. The day where happy couples exchange presents and love, miserable couples exchange bad words and shouts, and single people walk around feeling sorry for themselves because they have no one to share the happy day with.

At six this morning a young girl of seventeen woke up feeling a lot like one of those miserable single people. She had dirty-blonde hair, green-specked blue eyes and she had dreaded waking up this morning just like every other single person in the world, not that she was like every other single person. She knew she had no right to worry about today because soon she wouldn't be single, a boy she liked wanted to be with her and she had "Valentines" so she should feel fine today, but she didn't have that boy today and her Valentines were parts of her family that were very dear to her. But the boy wasn't hers today, she had no "special someone" to share today with and at school she'd be surrounded by happy couples with their tongues down each other's throats.

And she refused to have a bad attitude because the day wasn't everything she wanted it to be, it was difficult but she kept up a smile. First her mom told her that she loved her, then her baby sister told her and her younger sister too. When she was on the road to school she got texts from friends and best friends wishing her a happy Valentine's Day and sending her love. She got a text about a love that would last forever from her very best friend, her valentine. At school she got special hugs and was surrounded by love from her friends.

So, today she's walking around with a grin on her face, a smile in her heart and she more than just a good feeling about the Hallmark holiday. She didn't need a boyfriend or a husband, she didn't need roses or candy, all she needed was her friends and family that loved her. Today is supposed to be about love, not happy couples or proving that you're a good partner… Just love.

For some people Valentine's Day isn't special it seems like it happens everyday...    

Valentine’s day is just another day

Another day to read “Good morning babe. I love you with all my heart.”

On a sticky note

Stuck to the refrigerator door

Another day to receive a kiss on my forehead after every hug

Another day to receive my daily dose of chocolate

That I can’t live without

Another day to have my side tickled as we lay on the couch

My head resting on his shoulder

Letting all my stresses disappear

Valentine’s Day is just another day

To laugh at his stupid jokes

To smile until my face hurts

To hug him and contemplate

Never letting go

Valentine’s Day is just another day

To wonder how I became so lucky

To wish that forever really meant forever

To live every moment with him to the fullest

Valentine’s Day is just another day

To follow our everyday routine

Loving each other unconditionally

Like every day is Valentine’s Day

 The sandwich lay on the table, half eaten.  The TV continued to entertain the empty couch.  She’d left in a hurry; this time for good.

 

2/14



2/15

For the last three months we’ve slow danced in a burning room.

I’ve got the blood caked beneath my fingernails to prove it

Do you? :(

 

We got laughter

Strewn across July linen

On a hot afternoon

In an empty room

With sweat and the beat of a raggedy window fan :)

We made a poster.

This week assignment we had to draw Kim Bush from the angle we stood and she modeled. It was easy at first to get the angle of her shoulder and knee and getting the shape of the behind (which I saw clearly because of where I stood). The shading was difficult because I felt i was losing the body in to much shading but overall i feel i did well. 

Kern Clarke & Alexis Beckton

I'd lived in New Hampshire only a few days before I discovered a hidden trail at the edge of my town.  

I later learned that it wasn't just any trail.  This was the Appalachian Trail, the prized 2,100 mile path that crossed 14 states on the east coast.  It was surely a sight to see; as you walked its length, you were sure to discover rolling hills and lush forests.  With names like the Catskills, White Mountain and Smokies, these mountains drew even the most unexperienced hiker to their summits.  

As I read the plaque marking its beginning, I realized how lucky I was to have simply stumbled upon such a treasure in this quiet town.  

Hey, folks. Be sure to catch The Friday Afternoon Show with Justin Pullins every other Friday starting March 11! It's going to be a lot of fun, but in the meantime, be sure to check out this promo from the show.

Marquis and Lola
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I've been staring at this clock for about 30 minutes and it has felt as though it has been thirty days.  I am so excited about leaving but my ride is taking forever, I walked down the hallway and walked back, same time.  Went into the kitchen and got something to drink, 30 seconds passed.  I made my bed, re-combed my hair, listened to a 7 minute song and still only 1 minute has passed.  This is going to be potentially the longest part of my night.  Tick, tick, tick, he said 3:30 it's 3:31 he's a minute late, I wonder if there's something wrong. Ding Dong, oh that must be him, I should probably get dressed.
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