Thus the Story Ends

Once upon a time I cried out to God. Let me be the one true love of a girl so true. Many years passed and I felt as if God had forgotten his promise. His promise to bring the girl of my dreams to a reality so vivid. Turning the corners of life and feeling the pain of each shutting door I began to feel alone, helpless and yes, unfaithful to Him.

Then one day she just showed up. We hit it off like fire in dry brush and stayed that way for quite a while. Eleven months to be exact. I feel the story should have been longer. The poet and writer within me saw the potential to paint the most beautiful picture with our words. Sadly though not every story deserves a sequel. Not every poem ends sweetly. Thus My Story Ends.

I found out what it felt like to finally be a woman's number one. A powerful and rushing emotion was introduced to me when she would smile at me. I never thought I would be anything less than her... number one. From the beginning of the dates to the second I called her mine. I knew I must be her number one.

Time turned. Places changed. School started and in some way I felt it. Felt it prodding at my heart. I knew she had changed. Her eyes never glowed with the green they had before. Her smiles seemed forced and weak. I had seen this a many a time before.

All the other girls I had "dated" gave me this look within the first few weeks. They would be excited to have finally found a "good guy" and rush for my never ending hugs... then two weeks or so later. Flat on my back I was alone again.

This same dullness aim to me from the girl I loved with all my heart tore my heart and felt as if even my soul a sunder. I couldn't believe in such a short time... Her number one could become her number zero. I was now back at the start. Confused as how I got there exactly, but never the less back at the horrible, lonely, and cold start.

I suppose I shouldn't be too scared of this place. The start is where I had always been really. Before her that is. I was sadly a home away from home within my romance life. I had gotten used to the cold grimy walls. The dripping water and you cant forget the door way that I can't get out of without someone else's key. Yes the prison of being single is much more luxurious to men who wish to stay as such, but not so much for a romantic.

Nothing I can do really. The number zero isn't worth a damned thing in this world anymore. Either you're first, or your worthless to the girl you love. Though she says she will always love me I know she'll never feel the same again. Her heart is cold to me and to the touch. I was the only thing of her past life left. She had freedom. New friends. A life. A life better without me. So I say once more...

Thus My Story Ends.

Overcoming Adversity

"You have faced the greatest challenge of you life.
You have been knocked down, time and time again.
But you rise up every time you are knocked to the ground.
You push forward when others have given up.
You refuse to quit.
These obstacles only strengthen your resolve.
These struggles build your character, and shape your legacy.
With every failure you are that much closer to your inevitable victory.
You will make the impossible, Possible.
This is your defining moments.
Be determined,
Be focused,
Be relentless,
Be decisive,
Be driven,
Be unstoppable.

This is your life,

Live your passion
Your purpose.
Live your dreams."

A small piece of inspiration I found around the web.

New and Old Horizons "The Fire Remained" (PART 3)

Days past and the fire remained. We played games with each other. Teased and laughed. We enjoyed just the thought of each other and the dream of what tomorrow would bring. Love defined every step we took and passion for each other spelled ever letter of our relationship.

A month passed and the fire remained. Love seemed boundless, and the fun continued to flourish! I never had believed something so wonderful could be carried  far with out a blunder. I finally experienced what it was to be loved with out care or thought. I finally had met the girl had taken the risk, and loved me for who I am.

Three months passed and nothing had changed for the bad tide. No, we still smiled at each other. Called and fell asleep on the phone almost each and every night we could. I would wake up to her alarm clock just like I was with her and sometimes I dreamed I was. There next to me sleeping soundly. Her beautiful long brown hair all messed up just right. A small smiled creased her smooth cheeks while her breathing lulled me into fantasy.

Then, I would wake. Softly but still I had the moment of surprise when she wasn't with me like she was in my dream. The phone lay next to me instead of her. I would wait for the moment where I knew she had to be just waking up. The moment where her eyes just began to flutter open and the world beginning to make it's self known to her. I took that moment to be the first thing she heard.

"Good Morning Beautiful"

The Fire Remained.

A Hearts Journey Into Love (Part 2)

The sounds of night befell the hut. Chirps of crickets and locus filled the silent air. Heart's eye fluttered open. Sleep now evaded him. Awake, he stood and stretched his weary bones. Slumber caused more pain that joy but he had to close his eyes sometime.

Turning his face from side to side to look at the blackened windows he sighed deeply knowing his venture into dreams had only lasted long enough for the sun to escape him and the darkness to seize control of the world he lived.

The flimsy door shook open and a rush of cool air blasted his hair gently. His nose froze slightly and his eyes watered. The night was young still.

The field that stretched his home before the forests in the distance danced a lazy song. The soft breezes drifted the grasses and flowers perfectly, dreams rivaled this but no figment could over-power the feelings and emotion that pulsed on this ever moving moonlit stage.

Heart walked among the festivities. His hands feeling the wind's caresses and the moon seemed to chill his mind and heart. Day had slept while night awoke. He was safe within this solitude and shadow.

A noise that seemed unnatural within the bubble of nature broke the song like a wrong cord played on the piano during a symphony. It was drowned by the other sounds and instruments, but to a listener and practitioner of the art it could be heard.

Heart followed to trail of misheard sound within the hall of nature's music and dance. His eyes traces the note and to his surprise he saw what he had never seen. Something so beautiful, so wonderful that the moon and stars dimmed before the sight, greatly. Fear vanished, hate dissolved, sadness lifted it's self from Heart's heart.

There in the distance. Between two large maples that seemed to be a gateway to the Ever-Lost Forest stood a girl. Beauty shimmered off of her like faintly glowing fairy dust. She seemed to absorb the moonlight. The spotlight of the night-world beamed on her. She was awe-striking. Heart had befallen her wonderful spell.

New and Old Horizons (PART 2)

~Peace... That's what I lived in for nearly all my life. Never before had I known the chaos. Then... That day. That faithful day it all changed. Those doors swung open and my eyes shifted to where you were. A sudden pounding. Like a drum in the distance, I couldn't figure what it could be. War? No... It's a time of peace! It's always been! What could this be... It was such a loud pounding now. What is this? *Thump Thump* You were getting closer! *Thump Thump Thump* No! I must be able to hear your voice! Your name! My chest was pulsing and my head aching for I believed I would miss my chance, but as if a miracle from God himself, the thumping stopped... Just like that. I heard your voice as clear as day. As beautiful... No! more beautiful that I could have ever imagined!

Then I added it all up. I knew where the sound came from all in one instance. For the reason of the silence... Was because... For when I heard your voice... My Heart... It skipped two beats.~

I leaned in, Kissed the woman of the fairy tales... My princess in her shining dress. My heart jumped when she pressed her self against me and her passion ignited. We kissed softly, but firm. New found love filled our hearts and gripped our young souls. We had finally met some one worth while. Some one that understood the pain and confusion. Together finally. Now just the future remained ahead.  Fear was a thing of myth and of the past. We danced the night away. Laughs drowned out the pain we had felt from the darkness of the past. Smiles erased heart ache, and the wars we fought for the one and only that we both believed was out there for us was now over.  Peace. It settled within us. Together. Two Souls meeting for the first time in love and free will, but bound by fate and time to meet.

A Hearts Journey Into Love (Part 1)

The world seemed alive more than before. Heart knew this. He stood silently outside his house that he hid in now mostly all the time. His hair seemed black with a red blood-like sheen to it. The wind tossed it softly and the fibers danced and swayed with the music that nature played for them. Smiling he turned from the world of the outside and back into the dark but safe sanctuary of his hut. 

His eyes turned to the mirror that hung so terribly on the northern wall. Striding towards it the figure came into view, his figure. His shirt was torn and bloodied. Scars laden most of his skin and his eye was torn. Blood stains still remained. Caked upon the now healed wounds of the past. As if he refused to wash away the proof of the pain they had caused. A recent small cut lay on his right cheek. Nothing big but it was sure to leave it's mark, just as all the others had on his life.

The pain never healed from some the larger marks. Wincing at the pain whenever he remembered the fight he fought and lost for them. Seemed nearly worthless now. He would never fight again, no not until a knock should rap upon his door. Until then. Inside he laid, waiting.

He swore himself to solitude. That war he fought for those many years. Trying to win prizes and honors he only dreamed of being true. Failing... Every single time. His eyes opened. They shined a green tint, but seemed to despair at the new emptiness that his warrior soul now felt knowing he would never rush into battle once more, no, his Master swore his solitude to be sure. To never initiate a war without the Sign.

Leaning over a small wooden desk that seemed to be the center piece of the dark and musty room, Heart, picked up a small pen and began to write. 

"My soul burns with a passion unloved. A passion that seeks to be quenched. No normal Heart of woman has understood, felt and embraced what power I wield. No... They all waited till they had me trusting them. Releasing the gift I sowed for so many years to them. Then in fear and desperate retreat they slash and hack at my flesh. A heart alone I am. For no love could love, Heart."

Sighing the black haired boy laid the pen down and closed the book before a single tear of blood dropped. Landing on it's cover it seemed at home. For this was the book of a writer's Heart. His blood ran deep within the pages and stories. The cover wasn't to be any different.

New and Old Horizons (PART 1)

I found the girl of my dreams. She smiled like suns and dreams of her made me sway with joy. I screamed for love and wished for the ending I had always bet on but never got paid out. There she was. In my arms. Dancing to songs I knew oh too well. People surrounding us. Swaying as we did and hold like we do, but together we were alone.

The music turned into a world that we danced in, a world where only each other could understand the feelings and messages we sent with small smiles and the occasional tightening of hugs we shared. I never knew I could meet a girl that saw me this way. Past my thousands upon millions of imperfections she saw...Me.

I turned and turned with her as we slow danced on the gymnasium floor. Hoping I was sweeping her off her heart's feet just as she was stealing my own heart. The sounds of the soft music rang in my ears and seems like even to this day it was a message from God. As to say, "Here she is, Dillon. Here's the girl you've always asked me for. The girl I always promised you. Kiss her."

The music seemed to stop even though I knew the song was in mid swing... I couldn't figure the mechanics of it. What was happening, but then I remember back to when I first met her. The same strange happening well happened. I diagnosed it before as my heart responding. Responding to what my soul knew very well. This was it.

My heart... Skipping beats.