I apologize

You might have noticed that the previous post was even more boring than usual. I apologize. That was actually a school assignment. In writing that, I have completed all but one of my subjects. Thats right. I am one test away from completing high school and two college classes. I'm not even 18. Anywho. I don't say all of this to brag. I just wanted to explain myself.

Not That Simple

The average person probably doesn’t spend too much time dwelling on the subject of economics. Only to swoop in and touch on the subject briefly by boldly stating that the economy has a fondness for taking in vast amounts of air. We blame our problems on the economy. Most people seem to think it should just be “fixed.” As if politicians are immeasurably dense and need to just duct tape the thing already!

                I’m no great fan of politicians, nor do I trust them. But to honestly think that the economy is something that should be fixed easily and quickly is absurd. It’s just not that simple.

                Economics is defined as “The branch of knowledge concerned with the production, consumption, and transfer of wealth.” That might seem like a simple thing to understand. After all, wouldn’t you just need information about how wealth is transferred and goods are produced and consumed? Wouldn’t you be able to twist that system any direction you like, without much effort?

                The short answer is, nope. Economics isn’t just a list of numbers and charts and graphs. It isn’t a set of statistics. Economics isn’t a science ruled by cold, hard facts. It’s pushed and prodded by human desires and emotions, which makes it more stable than any scientific law ever could.

                There are many laws and rules that govern economics. Chief among them is the balance between supply and demand. Supply is the amount of goods or services that a company can produce. While demand refers to how many consumers want those goods and services. The single most crucial thing to keep in mind is that there is always a balance. The market is always pushing to be at equilibrium. It’s striving to even out the supply produced with the demand for that supply.

                A market will always even out the scales between those two forces. Allow me to broaden your understand with a few examples.

                Let’s say for a moment that you have an uncontrollable urge to snack on some spiced ham. You rush into the nearest grocery store and hurry to the aisle where Spam is usually located. It’s not there. You are shocked. Horrified, even. How could this have happened? At that moment your eye catches on the price sticker. It dropped a dollar in price since last week.

                Obviously, dozens of other shoppers saw the drop and took advantage of it. Due to the price drop, demand for spiced ham shot up. And to find equilibrium again, the supply dropped down. To nothing, in your case.

                Now let’s pretend that you go to get some tissues to wipe the tears off of your face after the spiced ham catastrophe. The tissues are there. But you decide you don’t want to buy it. The price for tissues has gone up. You think that twenty dollars per box is an exorbitant price, so you use your shirt sleeve. Now the higher price brought demand down, and as a result the supply is unusually high.

                Price isn’t the only effect though. Maybe it’s quality or the income of a person or even competition. If the prices for chicken go up, people will naturally begin to eat more beef.

                These forces of supply and demand balance out the economy on their own, usually. In some instances though, some regulation is necessary. A common way of controlling a market is by using what is called a “price ceiling” or a “price floor.” They are exactly what the sound like they are. When a price ceiling is set in place, then a product cannot sell for more than that predetermined price. Conversely, when a price floor is in place the price must stay above a certain level.

                The economy then uses other means to balance itself out. When the price is locked in at a certain height, the demand will usually go up. When that happens, supply drops off.

                Another thing that happens is when something has a fixed demand or supply. A fixed demand would be a life-saving drug. It doesn’t matter how expensive that drug gets, people will pay for it. A fixed supply might be a professional sporting event. They only have so many seats and if they run out, then they run out. In that instance, demand will fluctuate greatly.

                All of these factors are only the simplest of the forces that weigh on economics. To cover everything would take years and years of study. In all honesty, many economists do not even fully understand economics and all its subtleties. One thing for everyone to remember is that it isn’t just about money. It’s about human nature. To make economics seem like a simple matter for the sake of politics is foolish. Economics is a cruel science. It doesn’t favor republicans or democrats. It doesn’t choose between conservatives and liberals. It merely tells the truth. It’s up to us to understand it.

If I may be so Italic...

I love italics. I love them muchly. They're just so...tilt-ish.


You know?


I especially love them when they magically appear in a sentence.


Like so...


"The great water buffalo swam across the river and nearly drowned."


That, right there, is a fantabulous sentence. You have adventure, and drama, and more than a hint of sarcasm seeping through the tilted letters.


This is all I had to say about Italics. Tune in next week for my post about bold lettering and a quirky pun in the title. It'll be a real treat.

Shortest (and brownie point-iest) post ever.

HAPPY BURFDAY MOM!


I heart you. Have fun being 29. Again.

July 4, 1776

I learned something yesterday. It turns out that King George III had a diary. And that his diary entry for the date of July 4th, 1776 was "Nothing of importance this day."


Yup.


So, what's the moral of this story?


I think it is very clearly this:


Don't get too comfortable. You never know when your colonies might revolt from you.

Love Rocks

Please don’t toss this aside expecting some sort of sappy soliloquy where I detail my deep and eternal appreciation for the concept that is “love.” I assure you that it is not. Nor is it a sarcastic tirade against false, demeaning feelings that only leave a person emotionally crippled and increasing their collection of felines. I promise it’s not that either. This is a story. It is also a rather painful one for me.

             There was this girl. Her name was Meg. Admittedly, I was stricken with intense feelings of admiration and frequent heart palpitations. I liked her a lot, ok? She liked me too, as I had recently learned. The funny thing about cute girls is that they tend to be crazy. Well, Meg had a disturbing way of showing her affection. You might meet her for the first time and think you had stumbled upon an adorable angel of cute adorableness who could do nothing remotely wrong. If you thought that, you might end up in stunned silence when she revealed her true, sinister self.

You see, this girl possessed an appearance of sweet innocence. It was that very appearance that disguised her inner darkness. She was, and is, prone to violence and constant bitterness. Honestly, I don’t know how I was fooled. Meg managed to keep up the ruse for quite some time. She actually seemed nice for a while! I thought she might even be a promising prospect of romantic interest. How very wrong I was.

Before long, her motives came out and she could bury them no longer. One day, she lost control. We were with a group of mutual friends, being silly and doing the sorts of useless things that teenagers tend to do. Somehow, a small-rock throwing contest got underway. I don’t know why, as I was innocently minding my own business. Well, I made the mistake of getting between Meg’s projectile and Meg’s brother. If you read that sentence carefully, you’ll see that it clearly spells “danger.”

The rock hit me in the head! Yes, you read that right. She was fifteen years old and threw a rock at the face of a guy she apparently liked. Those aren’t mixed messages. Those are messages that have been put in a blender all weekend. I was confused. I am still confused.

            I might be showing my ignorance here, but is that normal? It doesn’t seem like it to me. To this day, she claims that she meant to hit me in the chest and that she only did it because she liked me. I’m not sure why that’s reasonable, but she seems sure that it’s a legitimate excuse. Before anyone calls the police to inform them of a psychopathic girl with a penchant for stoning potential suitors, please know that it was a tiny rock and it was hardly a forceful throw. Still, it wounded my pride and gave me a captivatingly beautiful bruise.

            Frankly, I don’t buy her story of it having been intended for my torso. She should have stuck with the “I meant to hit my brother” excuse. I’m fairly certain that she MEANT to hit me in the head. She MEANT to cause brain damage. For a psychopath, she’s actually pretty smart. What better way to trick someone into dating a crazy person than to give them brain damage? Sadly, it worked. Apparently, that rock hit me harder than I thought, because I still like her.

            Actually, she’s sitting next to me now and encouraging me to tell this story. She finds it humorous to look back on. At that point in time, she felt horribly guilty. Now, she’s forgotten feelings of remorse and settled on chuckling about her own cruelty. I’m not sure if these romantic feelings I still feel for her are because of or in spite of the rock incident. All I know is that I still like her. I like her a lot. I might even love her. I just hope the throwing of a rock was a one-time deal. My poor brain cells can’t take any more abuse.

This Giraffe Knows Where He's No Longer Stray (Unstrayified II)

It's a vast, empty world we live in. It's a lonely path I walk on. I'll be attracting a lot of attention, I imagine. With my pursuits, it's only natural. It's to be expected. People will be watching me. Others will be telling me how to live my life, and how I'm a failure. Pressures surround me. They crush me. After a while, it's gotten old and I've gotten bitter.

I'm caught up in it and lost in anger. That's not where I should be. My focus has been taken away from God. One step at a time, He's led me where He wants to. I've learned so much and grown even more. One thing after another, God has taken care of for me. It's like He's paving in front of my footsteps.

I'm not complaining. God has blessed me so much. So much more than I deserve. All that is another post. This is about the greatest blessing he's given me: my best friend.

I've mentioned her before.

Her name is Meg.

She's incredible. She's persistent and unbearably stubborn. That's good though. She's stubborn about loving me. Probably too stubborn for her own good.

You see, when I'm struggling to be in a good mood and because of chemical imbalances in my brain I can't, all she does is try to make me smile. She tells me that she loves me a thousand times. She grins. She does loving things. In short, that girl melts me. She scares away the stress. She promises it'll all work out.

I love her. So much.

I want the whole wide world to know that she is the best, most incredible girlfriend ever.

That's not a smitten, sappy guy talking. That's not someone who isn't thinking clearly because he's madly in love. I mean, I AM smitten, sappy, and madly in love with that girl, but that's not where this is coming from. I've had her in my life for a brief two years. In comparison with the rest of our lives together, we're just starting out. But I know she's amazing. I don't just say that as her boyfriend. I say that as her best friend. I say it as the person who knows her better and loves her more than anyone else. I say that as the person who knows all her deep, dark secrets. And as the person who has cried with, hugged to death, and survived so much with her.

Mostly, I say that as the man she'll marry.

I'm not just saying a tired, old line when I tell you that I'm the luckiest guy in the world. She REALLY loves me. She loves me so much. That young woman is everything to me. And she'd do anything for me.

I can't stop thanking God. He's blessed me so much. Of all the little and large things He's orchestrated all my life to get me here, the best one was that little piece of paper. The one that I wrote one little word on. The moment I said, "sure," was the best thing I've ever done. I'd say it was the best choice that I've ever made, but it wasn't a choice. You don't "choose" to love a girl like Meg. She forces your heart into love with nothing but a grin and those brown eyes that have more love than I've seen everywhere else.

I love her. I always will.

"Where it's all a blur

You are the hard line

In the disorder

You are the peace sign"

Shivers

You're in a small house. Warmth and wood and light surrounds you. It's a little bit loud with all the people buzzing about. You don't mind though. The evening is too optimistic to bring down with thoughts of silence. Weeks have been spent mourning, but not tonight. Tonight you'll dance.

Everyone is hurrying to hang up decorations and string together lights. Apple pie is being baked in the kitchen. You smell it. Everyone smells it. It's both torturous and pleasant. You can only bear the wait because you know it can only bake for so long. Soon you'll taste it, only to forget about the wait. So you decide to enjoy the wait.

It's a beautiful night inside. Outside, the wind is howling and swirling around the tiny home. Trees rise up and glower at the house. It's a brave, little cabin sitting all alone in a forest of trees. Daring to shine out into the night, it attracts all sorts of attention. The wind batters it. The rain soaks it. The moon glares and growls.

You walk over to the frosty window to check on the moon. Just to make sure she's playing fair and minding her own business. Something catches your eye. A shape in the snow. The shape is red and curled up and shivering. It's alone.

The shape is a boy. The party is for him. He knows that. He planned the party mostly alone. The boy is sitting out in the snow expectantly. He's waiting to see headlights. No, he's straining to see headlights. Peering around trees and hoping to see light soon, he's practically bouncing. Mostly, he shivers though. He shivers a lot.

The boy wouldn't think of heading inside. He wouldn't dream of hanging up his coat. How could he? The headlights are coming soon and he must be ready when they do. Others will attend to the party. They'll set it up. But who else can wait for the headlights? No one but him.

The boy waited hours and hours. Night was dragging by. Finally, the smell of apple pie dragged him inside by the ankles. He flung off his jacket and sunk into his favorite sofa. Before he could think of pie, sleep took him. And sleep took him for a while. Not too long though. Sleep never takes him for too long.

His eyes shot open at strange lights. Headlights shone on his ceiling. He leapt up, not seeing the party. He was out the door and in the air. His feet hit the snow, toes tingling. The car was here. The lights were here.

I am the boy.

A Snowflake On Your Cheek

This is what I had written right before the power went out. It stayed out for over 67 hours. That's one heck of a coffee break. I'd finish writing this but it seems silly. Bigger and better things, Nate. Bigger and better things. If you'll excuse me, I have a rant to compose.


I might never have enjoyed peeking outside my window so much as right now. It's as if sugar is leaping from the sky and landing on my driveway. I'm not gonna lie. I love this.

I know, I know. I'm a lunatic. A marauding band of people from the surrounding areas is, no doubt, walking to my front door with evil intent. I'm sure they plan to take me from my home and murder me deep in the woods somewhere for stating such heresy.

I don't care. This is too good, too perfect not to praise. Nothing matches the first snow of the year, whether its in October or January. The first snowflake is so magical that it almost makes the subsequent months and hundreds of snowstorms worth it. Almost.

I have a confession to make.

This snowstorm is a direct result of my actions.

If that offends you, I'm sorry. If you feel a sudden and nearly unbearable urge to shove a pillow over my mouth until my flails cease and I can no longer cause emotional turmoil, then I'm also sorry.

Yellow

It’s an important thing. The color yellow, that is. Like a superhero of the color spectrum, he’s in an elite group. They call themselves, “Primary Colors!” The exclamation point is a big deal to them. Never forget the exclamation point when talking to a primary color. They’ll shut you up and make you look like a dilapidated rainbow. No one wants that. So, just do yourself a favor and throw in the exclamation point even if you aren’t feeling particularly “exclamatory” that day.

            If I may say so, yellow is the kindest of the primary colors. He’ll still kick your teeth in if you offend his elite status, but he promises to do it lovingly as long as you aren’t wearing red or blue anywhere on your person. If you happen to be in a school bus or wearing a bumblebee costume, he might forget the whole incident altogether. He really can be a reasonable guy.

            Just think about what kinds of things are yellow. You’ve got sunshine, daffodils, bananas, the gross kinds of tortilla chips, wax beans, brick roads, summer squash, part of Batman’s symbol, a Coldplay album, corn, and the best Angry Bird. The possibilities for yellow are endless. How can a color that is represented by so many inspiring objects be entirely bad? I don’t think we’ve given yellow a “fair shake.”

            I’ve seen this firsthand. One day when I was walking down the street just minding my own business, a yellow goat just leapt in front of me! I said to myself, the goat, and a nearby microwave operator, “The NERVE of that goat! I’ll bet he thinks he’s better than me and more deserving of a ham sandwich on rye bread! I won’t stand for this.” So I sat down in the middle of the street. The microwave operator continued to whisper to his burrito. Did I mention that? I didn’t? The man was whispering to his burrito! Who does that? Seriously, I’m fairly certain he was flirting with it. It was gross.

            Anyway, I couldn’t spend an absurd amount of time paying attention to the creepy burrito lover. I was being summoned by a goat. Have you ever been summoned by a goat? It’s unbelievable. You feel weak, patriotic, and a slight tingle in your leg. All of that makes a guy want to listen to the goat. So you do. This specific goat was yellow, as I’ve already mentioned. Obviously, he was giving me wise words of caution.

            He thought I should get off of the road. I found that a little strange since the yellow goat was the reason I was sitting in the middle of the street. I suppose that makes sense. If one’s sole purpose is to caution people, sometimes you must create danger.

            With all this in our minds, we must conclude several things. First, yellow is beautiful. Second, yellow holds on to its responsibility like a buffalo wing holds on to a helmet. Finally, I’m wearing a chicken suit. I hope you’ve all learned a lot from my presentation on the color yellow. Don’t forget any of it. Your life hinges on it.

Things Look Grim(m)

I won't be going for walks alone in the woods for a while. Or maybe ever. I've begun watching a new show tonight. It's Grimm. I like it so far. It might become a show I love. Who knows? It got off to a weird start. Almost like it couldn't decide between being serious and being silly. Halfway through it's gotten much better.

Honestly, what's not to like about a show with detectives and fairy tales? Not much. Let me tell you.

There's just one problem with this. My over-active imagination is going to have a field-day with this. I'll be drifting off to sleep and into dreams of battling countless mythological creatures. I'll be walking down the street and wondering who would be a fairy tale creature.

*sighs*

Who knows why I do this to myself?

2,000!

I haven't been on my blog much lately. I honestly haven't had the time. Imagine my surprise when I go on tonight and find that I happened to have EXACTLY 2,000 views. Words can't describe my happiness. I don't care if all of them were friends and family. I don't even care if all of them were me. I have had this blog for less than a year and already its been looked at 2,000 times. 2,000!


That's amazing. I don't know why anyone's listening, but I'm super happy that they are. Sorry for this boring post. Maybe it'll help to think of it as a Viewer Appreciation Post. Hmmm...


I should actually write one of those.


Soon, Faithful Viewers. Soon.

Pearly Streets And Golden Gates

Im a musician of sorts. I write songs all the time. The words end up here and the music stays in my head since I am not yet talented enough to get it out into your ears. All of my furious song writing has culminated in this moment. My very first, complete album. It is entitled Pearly Streets And Golden Gates. And the band is Eternally Stray.

I'm really happy about how all these songs have a certain flavor, and all my other songs have another flavor. Here are the songs:

We’ll Dance

Breathe in the air

Meant for sorrow

Take a good look

At what once was tomorrow

Not a bad day

In more than one way

When the walls

Forgot their purpose

Misplaced memories of their solid surface

Love’s lights dance

Behind her brown eyes

With every other step

Another floorboard sighs

If the breath that she takes

Matches the move that I make

Then the moon

Would call us her own

We’d finally be home

We’ll join the stars in their dance

Beneath the lonely expanse

And wish for

When we’re alone

Our hearts supply the beat

Which is only ignored

By our clumsy feet

Slipping across her floor

There’s no sign of music

Outside of our heads

But the dishwasher’s hum

Might be music to some

If they worried about love instead

Love’s lights dance

Behind her brown eyes

With every other step

Another floorboard sighs

If the breath that she takes

Matches the move that I make

Then the moon

Would call us her own

We’d finally be home

We’ll join the stars in their dance

Beneath the lonely expanse

And wish for

When we’re alone

If I answer to the impulse

To dance and not let go

Would I remember

This moment again?

It feels more than worth it

To remember our first dance

Anything for a smile

She laughs for a while

At something I forgot I said

Old misery so far gone

She says it’s too late

Not to fall

In love with all

She ever wanted

 I’ll hold her in my arms

Keep my hands at her sides

Right where they belong

Since she’s all mine

And I think we’ll dance

Until we’re done

Drop everything else

Just hold this one

Love’s lights dance

Behind her brown eyes

With every other step

Another floorboard sighs

If the breath that she takes

Matches the move that I make

Then the moon

Would call us her own

We’d finally be home

We’ll join the stars in their dance

Beneath the lonely expanse

And wish for

When we’re alone

Letters to a Thieving Moon

Dear Moon

I thought you might like to know

That you just stole

What is dearest to me

You can’t hide the fact

You stuck a knife in my back

And I know that you’re a thief

Another day

Another choice not mine to make

Another night

Another smile mine to fake

With misery picking a fight

I wish that time would finally wait

So I don’t have to

I might have misplaced my say

In the matter

If you could go or stay

I’d vote for the latter

The moon’s grinning face

Hid the curse

It just wished upon me

As I say “hi”

To its cool, pale gleam

I might as well

Wave goodbye

To the source of my

Missing heartbeat

Another day

Another choice not mine to make

Another night

Another smile mine to fake

With misery picking a fight

I wish that time would finally wait

So I don’t have to

I might have misplaced my say

In the matter

If you could go or stay

I’d vote for the latter

Warmth and your glow

Ignite the chill in my bones

That peace you placed in my heart

Was lessened at least in part

When you reached down

Beneath the depths

Of the cold, hard ground

And without a second thought

Dear Moon, you broke my heart

Now that she’s not here

She’s standing over there

Gazing at your face

Hanging in the air

Thinking it’s not fair

Disbelief

Under the cloudy canopy

Known to some as northern Tennessee

I found myself in a downpour

That could be called torrential

It wasn’t until then

That my poncho did seem essential

It’s a relief

A release

The gravelly streets and I

Are in disbelief

We walked and you talked

In your all too prudent

New York accent

I hated it

And you bit into

A letter of intent

Catch your gasps of breath

You left me here

To die this death

We both knew

She’d twist us askew

I am finally getting in

And settling

For my title

Of “has-been”

It’s a relief

A release

The gravelly streets and I

Are in disbelief

Hours before the Sun’s alarm

Is set to blare

I’m grinning and shaking

In streetlight after streetlight’s glare

Do you smell worn-out paint splatter?

I don’t either

But that never really mattered

I see the blue

I smell it in the harsher avenues

It’s a relief

A release

The gravelly streets and I

Are in disbelief

The stars aren’t lit up quite yet

I’ve been told they will be

Warmth known to erase regret

I don’t have it in me

To nod and pretend to agree

Nothing is able to reset

Just me

It’s a relief

A release

The gravelly streets and I

Are in disbelief

The scent of gasoline

Warms the innermost parts of me

I’ve tripped and fallen in

Too many caverns

For my liking

Print me out a whole new pattern

I’ll taste the jet black ink

And tell you what I think

It’s a relief

A release

The gravelly streets and I

                                 Are in disbelief

Only

Drops of rain hit my window

Then drip into my soul

They can’t dampen

The mood Im in

Because I already know

I already know too much

To turn around

I’ve met the only one

Who can save me if I drown

I know I’ll never be lonely

Since you promised me

I’d be the only

One that you would love

I know you love me

And I love you

Now the only choice

We have left to choose

Is if we mean it

I know we mean it

We’re the only ones

We’ll ever love

You’re the only one who understands

The only one who will hold my hand

When I need it

And I need you

You’re the only girl I want by my side

Now and for the rest of my life

Oh, I love you

And you know I always will

You’re the only best friend I’ll ever need

The only one who will never leave

And I’ll never walk away

Because you’re here to stay

You promised you’d always stay

With me

Only you ever took the time

To take a long, hard look inside

Of my heart

And love me

Despite what you see

I know you love me

And I love you

Now the only choice

We have left to choose

Is if we mean it

I know we mean it

I see the way you look in my eyes

And I can’t find any lies

In them

Because you love me

And you always will

You’re the only one

Who will never run

You’re here to stay

So let me say…

I love you

You’re the only girl for me

And you’ll always be

The only one

The only one for me

I’d Take The Fire Over The Frying Pan Any Day

Dancing finger-like flame

Dive, dive deeper in

Curl around your prey

Wood you bite and maim

Is turning charcoal gray

I’d wave back, but you’ve forgotten me already

So I’ll sit here with you

Since my feet can be unsteady

Dancing, shining, flickering

To what seems a random beat

I’ll tap it out

Just to find

It originates in me

While I watch the ancient coals glimmer

They soothe my aching feet

And soon it feels like summer again

Down in my snowy basement

I dance as if my feet have strength

And try not to slip into pain

Soft, inviting warmness

Draws me closer to the flames

Swirl and swing

Lick the iron roof

Face your fears

And drift for years

In an island full of proof

My heart leaps with the sparks

Before they disappear

They’re gone too soon

Gone from me

Gone like you

Soon will be

Rustic

The peppery scent

Of smoke and fire

The first one sent

Not to the sky, but higher

Pine needles bend and twist

Between my toes

They crack

I pretend we kissed

And we’re taken aback

The rusty breeze

And its metallic glow

Waft up from the street

Just to let you know

You’re finally home

The word “Cutie” comes to mind

But I’ll ignore it to pass the time

Too bad you begged me for a response

I haven’t yet mastered nonchalance

Will you please understand

That this night

Is nothing at all like

Sleight of hand?

That star flew

It sprang and I knew

By the reflection

Of my glasses

I had an addiction

To each one of its passes

Smile, My Dear

Your grin has a certain

Effect on and off me

And I’ll be waiting here

Ignoring the gray

Until it reappears

When it does

It melts my heart

Seems to be enough

Straps down my head start

And Baby, every one is a work of art

You’re too cute for this

Too perfect not to miss

It’s still now

And already I reminisce

Of the hours tonight allows

If my fingers beg for yours

Would you hold me safe for hours?

I need your hand

In more ways than one

It wasn’t planned

But I’ll take the chance

In the hopes you fall in love

October blocks my view

That stop sign was brand new

It’s no wonder

It stayed covered

And out of sight

Could this ignite

Your love for me?

It couldn’t hurt

You’ll always be my first

The word “Cutie” comes to mind

But I’ll ignore it to pass the time

Too bad you begged me for a response

I haven’t yet mastered nonchalance

Will you please understand

That this night

Is nothing at all like

Sleight of hand?

Our flashlight beams

Between our cozy feet

A veritable

Tinker Bell

My Love?

Can I give you

My only thimble?

A heart attack seems all new

In this rustic

October night

I didn’t plan this

And neither did you

I wouldn’t change this

And neither could you

Fireworks Inside

Falling sparks light up the night sky

But I hardly notice their reflections in your eyes

Jarring explosions threaten to tear us apart

But we don’t care

Because they can’t compare

To the fireworks inside of our hearts.

Your hands and arms wrapped up in mine

I feel so warm and safe inside

I never want to leave this place

Your weary head rests on my shoulder

The other side seems so much colder

Your contented sigh makes my heart race

No, I never will leave this place

Despite the crowded city

I only notice you standing next to me

Im paying no attention to the merry throng

Their voices vanish from my hearing

Deep into your eyes, I am peering

Into the brown eyes which haunted my thoughts for so long

We share a calm, yet nervous smile

As if to say, “It’s been awhile.”

Even though we’re here together

I know that I’ll miss this day

When you and I have gone away

But, for a moment, our hearts are tethered

The rainbow blasts seem dull

So I wait for a quiet lull

I bend to whisper in your ear

You tighten your grip on my shaking hand

Somehow, I know you’ll understand

The thought that I need you to hear

We’ve waited for this moment our whole lives

It’s what’s kept us up at night

Try not to be distracted by

The explosions in the sky

From the fireworks inside

Of our hearts and our eyes

Who Needs a Heartbeat, Anyway?

Sitting next to the girl I love

Trying to forget the ticking clock

I don’t have a single complaint

I only wish that time would stop

With you, Megan, my world is perfect

But these seconds keep ticking past

Despite my very best efforts

These moments never seem to last

Time always flies by so fast

I recall the way my heart stopped beating

When I was first introduced to you

I know I’ll never forget that meeting

Cause now heart attacks are nothing new

Every time I see you

My tongue gets re-tied

When will I learn to say

The thoughts buried inside

I love those moments when my heart stops

Meg, do you know what you do to me?

Time almost seems to pause

When you give heart attacks so frequently

Hurry Home

I drove farther than I care to admit

To you and your worn out smile

I can hear it in your voice

You’re lost without me there

I don’t have a choice

But to stay here

Blame a cruel, twisted fate

That tears me away

My arms won’t relax their grip

Once they capture your frame

I’m ready to be home

Tell me to hurry home

Oh hurry home

Sweetheart

Hurry into my arms

My love

Is far too strong

For you to ever be far enough

Away

To stop it in its tracks

And as soon as you can

Please be heading back

So hurry home, Honey

Hurry home to me

You drove further than I care to admit

To me and my weary sighs

You keep telling me all about

Mountains and the sunrise

But the truth is

I cant get through this

I need to see your eyes

Feel your hands settle into mine

So hurry home

Sweetheart

Hurry into my arms

My Love

Is far too strong

For you to ever  be far enough

Away

To stop it in its tracks

And as soon as you can

Please be heading back

So hurry home, Honey

Hurry home to me

Well, that's it really. Thats my first album. Any observant readers will have noticed the fact that song #9 wasn't on this post. That's because it only exists as a letter at the moment and as I don't have that letter I can't yet type it out. For a while you'll just have to pretend that you know that song. I'm sorry if I bored anyone. I only meant to have fun with this. And I honestly loved every second of it.