Let's talk about magic.
When I say magic, I mean love.
Sometimes magic can be abused. Sometimes it can be startling. Sometimes it can be just what the doctor ordered. Sometimes it can be, well, magical.
And Just Like Magic
And,
Just like magic,
Love comes as a surprise.
And sometimes,
Sometimes,
It's a sunrise;
Soft,
Sweet,
Warm,
New.
As it rises,
You see the rays,
Like the sparks of a first meeting;
Exciting
And enrapturing.
And as the sun glides
Across the sky,
Your world is made warm–
Sometimes hot,
Heated by passion.
Then,
The sun begins to set.
It begins to descend
Into the scheme of forever–
That endless cycle
Of never-ending sunrises and sunsets.
And so,
Even though in the darkness we are left in,
We cannot see tomorrow,
We know it will come
And that the night is darkest
Just before the sun rises.
And the sun is set;
Set on its course.
A display of magic
That never ceases to amaze,
As it never fails to reign.
Saturday, June 7, 2014
Wednesday, May 14, 2014
The Boy Who Couldn't Laugh
Once upon a time, there was a little boy who couldn't laugh. The people in his village pitied him, but the boy had magical powers. When people laughed at him, he would scowl and release a flash of magic from his fingertips that would shut off their laughter.
After many years, the village was cloaked in an aura of sadness. The people pleaded with the boy to break his spells, but he refused.
One day, a stranger entered the village. The stranger was a young girl of seventeen years who carried a mirror in her hand. Upon realizing that something was eerily different about this village, she asked a woman what was wrong.
“There is a young man that has silenced our laughter with magic,” she said. The young girl cocked her head in befuddlement.
“But why?”
“Because he cannot laugh himself,” was the reply. Then, the young girl began to laugh. She couldn’t stop.
“How ridiculous and impossible,” she thought.
From the window of his cottage, the young sorcerer saw the girl laughing. In a rage, he stormed out of his home and approached her. In an instant, his hand was raised to the girl, ready to cast his spell. Sparks shot out of his hand and through the air. From behind her back, the girl pulled out her mirror and faced it towards the man.
Suddenly, there was a brilliant flash.
The young girl, still laughing, stood there and watched the sorcerer as he came near. Hesitantly, he peered into the mirror. It was then when he began to laugh. In the mirror, he saw a man with milk-white skin, a bright, red nose, and blue ellipses over his eyelids.
After many years, the village was cloaked in an aura of sadness. The people pleaded with the boy to break his spells, but he refused.
One day, a stranger entered the village. The stranger was a young girl of seventeen years who carried a mirror in her hand. Upon realizing that something was eerily different about this village, she asked a woman what was wrong.
“There is a young man that has silenced our laughter with magic,” she said. The young girl cocked her head in befuddlement.
“But why?”
“Because he cannot laugh himself,” was the reply. Then, the young girl began to laugh. She couldn’t stop.
“How ridiculous and impossible,” she thought.
From the window of his cottage, the young sorcerer saw the girl laughing. In a rage, he stormed out of his home and approached her. In an instant, his hand was raised to the girl, ready to cast his spell. Sparks shot out of his hand and through the air. From behind her back, the girl pulled out her mirror and faced it towards the man.
Suddenly, there was a brilliant flash.
The young girl, still laughing, stood there and watched the sorcerer as he came near. Hesitantly, he peered into the mirror. It was then when he began to laugh. In the mirror, he saw a man with milk-white skin, a bright, red nose, and blue ellipses over his eyelids.
Tuesday, May 13, 2014
And Now Here I Am, The Fool
Well, "I knew you were trouble." God, did I know. I even wrote about it on here a couple times (those posts are unavailable). I even said that you're friends with the ex-girlfriend so that had to be bad news. And guess what? It was. It is. I don't even know what to make of you.
You make me wanna set a stampede of buffalo on you
Like in The Lion King, you'd stumble as they'd hustle you
And you'd scream, but the stomping would muffle you
And I'd be sitting in a bungalow eating a chocolate truffle, ohhhhh
You make me wanna set a stampede of buffalo on you
Like in The Lion King, you'd stumble as they'd hustle you
And you'd scream, but the stomping would muffle you
And I'd be sitting in a bungalow eating a chocolate truffle, ohhhhh
Saturday, May 10, 2014
Zero
He had a smile that never failed him. Even after many years of use, it maintained its ability to mend a broken heart or to heal grief-stricken eyes. It spoke in such a loud but comforting voice. It spoke to those afraid to die and those afraid to live.
He brushed his teeth three times a day, every day. He used to count his brushstrokes. Now, he starts to count, then forgets what he is counting. Sometimes he keeps counting because he thinks it will lead him back to where he started. But most times he stops. When he stops, he looks in the mirror. Then, he starts to cry.
Today, he doesn’t stop. One, two, three… broken vase, then small, triangular darkness, footsteps above… seven, eight, nine… spinning, then hard, cold, flat… thirteen, fourteen, fifteen… first, kiss, scream… nineteen, twenty, twenty-one… wet, cold, deafening, corpses… twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven… a woman, ring, sobbing, asking, wanting, wondering… thirty-one, thirty-two, thirty-three… black, dirt, stone… thirty-seven, thirty-eight, thirty-nine… bedtime, stories, teddy… forty-three, forty-four, forty-five… lost, police, worry… forty-nine, fifty, fifty-one… cap, diploma… fifty-five, fifty-six, fifty-seven… breath, gasp, sweat, chest… sixty-one, sixty-two, sixty-three… humidity, hot, ocean… sixty-seven, sixty-eight, sixty-nine… visit, greeting cards, toys… seventy-three, seventy-four, seventy-five… stranger, intruder… seventy-nine, eighty, eighty-one… “Who are you and where am I…?”
...seventy-eight, seventy-seven, seventy-six… tree, car, thunderstorm, typewriter… seventy-two, seventy-one, seventy… white, bed, gala, garden… sixty-six, sixty-five, sixty-four… Bingo, Olympics, walking… sixty, fifty-nine, fifty-eight… dinner, evening, girlfriend… fifty-four, fifty-three, fifty-two… wedding, family, spring… forty-eight, forty-seven, forty-six… bottle, then spinning, skidding, crash, court, help… forty-two, forty-one, forty… late, coffee, office, meeting, fired… thirty-six, thirty-five, thirty-four… flowers, then nightmares, brave, tissue, smile, diaper… thirty, twenty-nine, twenty-eight… therapy, past, cleanse, anniversary, hesitation, comfort, conception… twenty-four, twenty-three, twenty-two… interview, schedule, hired, productive, city… eighteen, seventeen, sixteen… test, then failure, a want to escape, a lie, the army… twelve, eleven, ten… a mother, mine, gone, alone, defenseless… six, five, four… a man in white, hands, covering my mouth, kicking, touching, crying… zero.
He brushed his teeth three times a day, every day. He used to count his brushstrokes. Now, he starts to count, then forgets what he is counting. Sometimes he keeps counting because he thinks it will lead him back to where he started. But most times he stops. When he stops, he looks in the mirror. Then, he starts to cry.
Today, he doesn’t stop. One, two, three… broken vase, then small, triangular darkness, footsteps above… seven, eight, nine… spinning, then hard, cold, flat… thirteen, fourteen, fifteen… first, kiss, scream… nineteen, twenty, twenty-one… wet, cold, deafening, corpses… twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven… a woman, ring, sobbing, asking, wanting, wondering… thirty-one, thirty-two, thirty-three… black, dirt, stone… thirty-seven, thirty-eight, thirty-nine… bedtime, stories, teddy… forty-three, forty-four, forty-five… lost, police, worry… forty-nine, fifty, fifty-one… cap, diploma… fifty-five, fifty-six, fifty-seven… breath, gasp, sweat, chest… sixty-one, sixty-two, sixty-three… humidity, hot, ocean… sixty-seven, sixty-eight, sixty-nine… visit, greeting cards, toys… seventy-three, seventy-four, seventy-five… stranger, intruder… seventy-nine, eighty, eighty-one… “Who are you and where am I…?”
...seventy-eight, seventy-seven, seventy-six… tree, car, thunderstorm, typewriter… seventy-two, seventy-one, seventy… white, bed, gala, garden… sixty-six, sixty-five, sixty-four… Bingo, Olympics, walking… sixty, fifty-nine, fifty-eight… dinner, evening, girlfriend… fifty-four, fifty-three, fifty-two… wedding, family, spring… forty-eight, forty-seven, forty-six… bottle, then spinning, skidding, crash, court, help… forty-two, forty-one, forty… late, coffee, office, meeting, fired… thirty-six, thirty-five, thirty-four… flowers, then nightmares, brave, tissue, smile, diaper… thirty, twenty-nine, twenty-eight… therapy, past, cleanse, anniversary, hesitation, comfort, conception… twenty-four, twenty-three, twenty-two… interview, schedule, hired, productive, city… eighteen, seventeen, sixteen… test, then failure, a want to escape, a lie, the army… twelve, eleven, ten… a mother, mine, gone, alone, defenseless… six, five, four… a man in white, hands, covering my mouth, kicking, touching, crying… zero.
Thursday, April 24, 2014
A Grand Generation
My grandmother just passed away. She was 92 years old. Her name was Philomena Vuozzo. Her health had been fluctuating for the past year. She fought hard. In fact, the last time my family visited her at the nursing home, she had seemed to recover from a recent condition.
Only a couple of weeks ago, she was suffering from an unknown problem that made her very sleepy. She was unable to stay awake and it seemed as though she wouldn't be able to pull through; but she did. Then, today, for some strange reason—a riddle as old as time itself—she went to Heaven.
Maybe she missed Grandpa. Now she is an angel; at least, an angel in a different place, a better place. She is sitting next to Grandpa, hand in hand, making her friends laugh while God makes us cry. Yet, we are lucky; for her own laughter forever echoes in our hearts and her smile is stamped on our souls.
And now, four beautiful souls that touched my life like no others are together in Heaven. They are the grand generation, in every sense of the word.
I love you, Grandpa and Grandma Stevenson. I love you, Grandpa and Grandma Vuozzo. I love you. I love you. I love you. Ti amo.
Only a couple of weeks ago, she was suffering from an unknown problem that made her very sleepy. She was unable to stay awake and it seemed as though she wouldn't be able to pull through; but she did. Then, today, for some strange reason—a riddle as old as time itself—she went to Heaven.
Maybe she missed Grandpa. Now she is an angel; at least, an angel in a different place, a better place. She is sitting next to Grandpa, hand in hand, making her friends laugh while God makes us cry. Yet, we are lucky; for her own laughter forever echoes in our hearts and her smile is stamped on our souls.
And now, four beautiful souls that touched my life like no others are together in Heaven. They are the grand generation, in every sense of the word.
I love you, Grandpa and Grandma Stevenson. I love you, Grandpa and Grandma Vuozzo. I love you. I love you. I love you. Ti amo.
Tuesday, April 22, 2014
Cookies
So...
I am in very good spirits today. I had a splendid workout this morning and have stuck to my healthy diet (oh, wow, one day). Anyways, in all of this cheer, I want to bake cookies. Yes, right after I mention how I am being all healthy, I have a desire to not be healthy. What a predicament I am in. Oh, well. I suppose I'll just get by on tea and a good time. That reminds me; I wrote a song and some of the lyrics were, "We'll get by, on love and wine." It's funny because I don't drink wine.
Where was I? Oh, yes. Cookies. I'll battle it out. If I make them, then I can only have a couple and maybe it'll do me some good to exercise my will-power. Then again, if I don't make them, that is also exercising my will-power. Blahhhhh.
I am in very good spirits today. I had a splendid workout this morning and have stuck to my healthy diet (oh, wow, one day). Anyways, in all of this cheer, I want to bake cookies. Yes, right after I mention how I am being all healthy, I have a desire to not be healthy. What a predicament I am in. Oh, well. I suppose I'll just get by on tea and a good time. That reminds me; I wrote a song and some of the lyrics were, "We'll get by, on love and wine." It's funny because I don't drink wine.
Where was I? Oh, yes. Cookies. I'll battle it out. If I make them, then I can only have a couple and maybe it'll do me some good to exercise my will-power. Then again, if I don't make them, that is also exercising my will-power. Blahhhhh.
Monday, April 21, 2014
Weight Off My Shoulders (And Everywhere Else on My Body)
I want to lose weight and tone up. I know I'm quite healthy and I have a decent body, but I want to be, well, hot. I'm sick of kicking myself in the (fat) ass every time I eat a piece of candy. I love to run, but then, I love to procrastinate too. It makes the whole idea of getting fit a little illogical. So, while I've had my short-term good spurts and my long-term failure periods, I'm going to just get to it.
I once tried this diet plan and let me tell you: It works. Of course, I wasn't going as hardcore as they suggested, but I wasn't in a hurry to lose ten pounds in a week. Seriously, though. Now that Easter is over, I don't have any holidays to get in my way and mess with my self-control.
http://voices.yahoo.com/bikini-emergency-lose-10-pounds-week-6224706.html
I don't have that much on my plate anymore with school winding down so I'll be able to exercise much more. It's a good time of year to buy fresh produce so I won't have an excuse for eating unhealthy, processed foods. The weather is nice so I can't say that it's too cold to run or be outside. Just with those things in mind, I think I'm in a good place. However, we all know that we make these decisions and then we counter them. Well, I'm going to do my best not to. So, if it's not too much trouble, comment whenever you feel inclined. Thank you.
I once tried this diet plan and let me tell you: It works. Of course, I wasn't going as hardcore as they suggested, but I wasn't in a hurry to lose ten pounds in a week. Seriously, though. Now that Easter is over, I don't have any holidays to get in my way and mess with my self-control.
http://voices.yahoo.com/bikini-emergency-lose-10-pounds-week-6224706.html
I don't have that much on my plate anymore with school winding down so I'll be able to exercise much more. It's a good time of year to buy fresh produce so I won't have an excuse for eating unhealthy, processed foods. The weather is nice so I can't say that it's too cold to run or be outside. Just with those things in mind, I think I'm in a good place. However, we all know that we make these decisions and then we counter them. Well, I'm going to do my best not to. So, if it's not too much trouble, comment whenever you feel inclined. Thank you.
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