Assignments.

Eighteen, seventeen,
Just the beginning.
Sixteen, fifteen,
Just started I say.
Fourteen, Thirteen,
I've broken a sweat.
Twelve, Eleven,
Is it over yet?
Ten, nine,
Only 8 more.
Seven, six,
5 now for sure.
Four, three,
Nearing the end...
Two, one,
Goodness, we're done!

Now let us start over again.....

(The volumptuous life of a grade "11" student.... ohh my goodness. Will it ever end?)

To Make It Right.

I will try a thousand+ times more to make it right.

But I have a question.

Will you try with me?

Because I cannot do it on my own.

Remember When.

Remember when we went on those walks?
Remember when we had those long talks?
Remember when we would laugh and hug?
Remember when on your heart I would tug?
Remember when we were declared to the world?
Remember when we had given our word?
Remember when we would run in the sand?
Remember when you would grab my hand?
Remember when we just sat there a while?
Remember when silence was merely the style?
Remember when we enjoyed life so young?
Remember when my thoughts never stung?

Remember when it was just You and I?
No one else, Simply no one else.

No, no, do you not get it?
None of this took place;
can't you just see?

Because nobody ever understands
that "remember when" refers to
something that never happened.

Coaster of Color.

"Come with me to a world of Black and White,"
said a dear kind sir to me.
"Journey with me to where we can dream;
yes, where we can simply just be."

Piqued with curiosity,
I questioned him.
"What is it like in a world of Black and White?
Tell me, kind sir, and perhaps I will follow.
Are there pretty Flowers and humming Bees?
Deer in the forest and Birds in the trees?"

He took off his glasses and scratched his head;
leaned on the post and thought for a bit.
"The flowers are there, bees and trees too;
deer in the meadow, birds on the fence.
But what is more, I will tell you this...

In a world of Black and White
life is so basic.
Everything so simple;
everything plain.

In a world of Black and White
conclusions are easier.
'The Red or Blue?' are put away;
decisions are so much quicker."

Content to listen on,
but fearful of what might come next,
I asked.... a Question.

"In a world of Black and White
there must be little Color.
The flowers so dull and the bees so dreary;
the deer so sad and the birds so bland.
Oh Please tell me this, am I correct?"

"Oh perhaps," he replied,
"But dreaming comes natural
in a world of Black and White.
Dreams are possible
and Love is the same.
Oh Please darling, will you come with me?"

I looked him in the eyes-
Regret.

My Tears about to fall:
"In a world of Black and White
things would be so tragic.
All of the variety would be gone;
all of it so Absent.
Dreams might still be possible,
but my Love, I fear it might not be the same.

So thank-you anyway, dear kind sir;
but I think I shall have to pass."
My Heart skipped a beat;
I knew right then what he had been missing
and I looked him straight in the Eye.

"Oh, but Please consider this, kind sir!
For I think I see what you ache for.

Come with me on the Coaster of Color
where life is not so basic.
Everything is not plain;
everything not so simple.
Conclusions are harder to come by,
and decisions take a little more time.

But the Flowers come in purple, pink, and blue;
Bees are yellow with black stripes too.
The Deer, they graze by the clear blue creek,
While the Birds- Oh they chatter
in the Midnight Sky so bright.

Dreaming is possible there too...
but it's even more Amazing.
Because in this World of Color?
Well, let me tell you please, kind sir:
In this World of Color you don't just Dream.

You Live."

Searching Deeper.

undeniably [weaker]. \\

vs.

// [unforgettably] You.

[not gonna happen!]

searching deeper.

for something true. ||

searching deeper.

for someone like You. ||

and guess what?

- You won. -