Guilt is a cellar door, cracked open

Guilt is something felt;
It comes from the inside out.
The cellar door cracked open, is letting the guilt peak through.
Guilt has no fear of light, the door just isn't open far enough for the guilt to show itself.
The strength of guilt, however, puts a strain on the cellar door like no other.
Something about that door makes guilt push just hard enough to annoy the door.
The annoying push on the door from guilt makes the door finally, CRACK!
Guilt slips through and makes the cellar door fell... guilty.

Strong

I am Strong because I am Weak.
I am Beautiful because I know my Flaws.
I am a Lover because I am a Fighter.
I am Fearless because I have been Afraid.
I am Wise because I have been Foolish... and I can Laugh because I have known Sadness.

A Cycle

Love is a CYCLE.
When you love, you get hurt.
When you get hurt, you hate.
When you hate, you try to forget.
When you try to forget, you start missing.
And when you start missing, you will eventually fall in love again.

Life is to short...

Life is too short to wake up in the morning with regrets. So, love the people who treat you right and forget about the ones who don't.  And believe that everything happens for a reason... if you get a chance- take it; if it changes you life- let it.  Nobody said that it would be easy... They just promised it would be worth it.

Random Words

On the outskirts of this metropolis
lies a turqouise ocean; One with a bottom made of pebbles
and fossils of ancient creatures.
A lighthouse stationed on a crooked angle,
is stationed off the coast, illuminating the waters for the brave souls who challenge them.
The waves have a voice, one that soothes when it is calm,
and disrupts when it is angry.

Entry 3

He has brown eyes that light up when he sees me.  He has pink, thick lips that glisten before he kisses me.  His ears, nothing like Dumbo's or an elf's', but seem to grow to the perfect size when I talk and he listens so closely.  His muscular arms and back wrap around me; they enclose me with safety.  The scars and wounds in his stomach remind me of the disease he fights every minute of his life.  The tattoo on his arm, a medical alert, lets people know he is a Type 1 diabetic.  This man, 20 years old, is my best friend, and soul mate.

I Remember When...

I remember when I had no troubles or worries.
When I was young and innocent;
a child with blond, silky curls, and big, deep blue eyes like the ocean.
I remember when my father hurt me;
And when my mother hurt me, too.
I remember when I cried myself to sleep, and the times I forced myself to go to school while I was sick,
Just so I wouldn't have to stay home.
I remember when it got better than worse but better again.
I remember the times when I had fun and lived life to the fullest, then I started getting sick.
I danced and played almost every sport I could.
I remember the doctor's appointments becoming so frequent it was practically a second home.
I remember when I grew up,
Even thought I am still growing.