

Invisibility is My Best TraitI am sick: I do not know how, or why, or when it happened, but I am sick.Invisibility is My Best Trait
My mind is falling off, and my heart is growing old. My body is breaking, breaking down slowly.
I am angry: I can't explain why, or at whom, or when it will end, but I am angry.
My knuckles are white, and my lungs are exploding. My teeth are bared, bared at anyone.
I am hurt: I don't remember when it started, or why, or if I will let it end, but I am hurt.
My eyes are not red, and my lips are not frowning. My heart is not b


Falling for Joseph SmithI fell in love with Joseph SmithFalling for Joseph Smith
before I even met him. A picture says a thousand words, but his held a billion. Into the wee hours of the night, sleep deprived, ignoring schoolwork, I was a teenager in love for the first time.
I fell in love again two months later. This love was short-lived and had many regrets. And as it turned out, was not love at all but mere infatuation.
I fell in love with Joseph Smith on a Tuesday in March. It took a full year to learn what love meant and to learn how to use it.
That flicker


Letters To JosephJoseph- It was the worst you'd ever seen me: Baggy sweats, Pink eye, Plus a cold. But you told me I looked beautiful. And I could tell you meant it.Letters To Joseph
I asked my mother how you put up with me, She said, 'He loves you.' I told her no, but I wonder: Do you really? -Me
Joseph- You say it seems like forever, But to me it seems like yesterday. I still remember every second we've spent together. Now, I wonder: Do you remember, too? -Me
Joseph- You told me you like the real me, The one that jumps out


The Orange NotebookIt was her orange notebook I noticed first. She kept it with her at all times, as if it were some elixir of life that she didnt want anyone else to discover. The thing never saw the inside of her book bag, only her arms closed tight around it. She always made sure to keep the cover of the notebook to her chest allowing no one entry to her own little world. The one time I did see the cover of that notebook was when some jerk grabbed it from her arms and threw it onto the ground. I was quick to jump in and pick it up from the ground, but she just snatched the notebook from me and walThe Orange Notebook


The Problematic DilemmaThe Problematic DilemmaThe Problematic Dilemma
I once wrote a story that had no words And it was the most beautiful work of sounds You have ever heard
Cellar door it said As loud as could be With the most perfect and vivid Of all imagery
It was a sure piece of perfection And I held it in my mind Locked in my memory It was simply divine
But there is quite a tragedy in this I fear Because I wanted to write something That you could hear
So bright and beautiful That it would warm your heart And keep you company On the nights da
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