Yeah, I stole it! Do something.

I WANT to be happy.
I FEEL like crying way more than I should.
I SING in the shower, in the car, a lot.
I URGE to see change.
I NEED stability, order, safety.
I HATE ignorance.
I ENVY natural beauty.
I REGRET The Incredibles.
I CRY at the end of RENT. Everytime.
I THINK about the future.
I YELL when I'm angry. And hurt.
I MAKE stories.
I PUMP IT UP!
I DESIRE true love.
I DEMAND a fair chance.
I WORK for change.
I LIE to avoid conflict.
I WATCH entirely too much tv.
I ASK why?
I SLACK off.
I KEEP secrets.
I CHANCE a lot to fate.
I LUST ...sorry, Jesus.
I IGNORE things not worth my time.
I BREATHE ...duh!
I FORGET to say how much I appreciate you.
I LOVE whole-heatedly.
I KNOW my limits.
I FORGIVE if you ask, earnestly.
I DESPISE your wastefulness.
I BRAG about my laptop. But it's sooo AWESOME!
I HURT when you yell at me.
I PROCRASTINATE like a second religion.
I CAN only dream.
I CAN'T be immortal.
I HIDE behind a mask of naivety.
I PROMISE to always be there as long as you want me.
I LOOK at my life and say, "Damn, how'd I get so lucky?".
I SNORE maybe?
I LEARN when I want to.
I SCARE easily.
I DANCE to the beat of my own drum.
I AVOID conflict.
I WAIT for my chance.
I EAT when I'm bored.
I STUDY psht.
I BUY smartly
I DRIVE inattentively.
I STEAL ...NO.
I FIGHT battles worth it.
I GIVE in a heartbeat.
I TAKE what I'm given.
I CONFRONT ...no.
I SLEEP a lot.
I FLIRT shamelessly.
I BITE if you like that ;).
I IMAGINE a world of my own.
I TOUCH and watch it all slip away
I ARGUE only in debate. And when provoked to.
I INSIST on my privacy.
I ASPIRE to be that published author.
I CHEAT with sign language
I GO to the Rock.
I DIE without you.
I BITCH when I'm in pain.
I PAY what I owe.
I DEFINE according to what I've always known.
I JUDGE though I shouldn't.
I DRAW in the margins.
I WALK --okay, I admit it, quickly.
I WAKE to the sound of my phone.
I SCREAM when I'm scared.
I PRAY a lot.
I SPEAK quickly.
I PLAY on the internets.
I THANK God for everything.
I READ fantasy, anything that provides an escape.
I DREAM day and night.
I ACT like the child I am.
I VENT to my sister.
I WISH whenever I find the chance.
I DO not believe you just read all this.

.:~o*'Kaylyn'*o~:.

Like a bad dream you can't wake from

Thought I'd try a different way of writing. Here goes:

It wasn't supposed to to happen like this...

"Is this Emily Thompson?"

We were supposed to be happy...

"This is Tommy Parker of the Chicago Police Department. I'm sorry to tell you this, but your husband's been in a car accident..."

We were going to share our lives together...

"Ma'am, we had trouble locating his next of kin. Did your husband have any family here in Chicago. We like to inform the families when things look as though they are going... badly."

We were going to live...

.:~o*'Kaylyn'*o~:.

Faceless Terror

Her countenance is unlike any other,
for she is your best friend, your enemy, your lover.

She holds the world in the palms of her hands;
along with your hopes, your dreams, and your demands.

She only bends to Her will and Her will alone,
saying goodbye to all you’ve ever known.

And She will turn in the blink of an eye,
leaving you begging God why.

She strikes like lightning, bright and bold
and all your secrets are foretold.

You may worship Her if you please,
but She will bring you to your knees.

Stand in amazement and watch Her create,
You will never see such talent--such passion than in the artwork of a bitch called Fate.

.:~o*'Kaylyn'o*~:.