Brave-Wolverine

“This is an amazing opportunity. Why aren’t you taking it?” “Because it means I can’t be with you, and you are the most important thing in my life. Besides I can compose anywhere.” “Yes, but this opportunity isn’t anywhere, it’s in LA.” “It means that I have to be away from you for two or more years, so I am not going to take it.” “Your music has really taken off here, but it’s time to move onto the next step. You’re not going to get anywhere in the Bay Area.” “Look: you are all I need, I don’t need this program. So let’s just lea

Again. Again. Why the hell did I do this AGAIN!?!?!? How long will she keep conning me? How long will I meet death only to wake up in some strange hotel with an almost completely new identity? I feel that I should explain, you see I'm a little different than most people. I know, I know what your thinking, "Uh-huh? Let me guess your magical?!" Well to some point yeah, true. However my uniqueness goes deeper than that. I'm an emotion. Repeat I'm an emotion. I am the embodiment of love itself, and when I say I have met death, I have literally met death. He's cute. Kinda dark though, reminds me of my co-part, heart break. I looked at the mirror

   You see I'm not one of those super dramatic teenagers that the average adult thinks of today, I'm actually pretty calm and I think through things and try to imagine the worst thing that can happen. Which is pretty fun seeing as I have an over active imagination. But that isn't really important to what I'm getting at. Like most teenagers some big things happen in my life, which really affects me. The summer before my freshman year in high school some big things happened, one dealing with my mom and the other with my dad.   Well like all teenagers I have questioned my sexuality, and came to the conclusion that I'm bi-curious at the least.

“This is an amazing opportunity. Why aren’t you taking it?” “Because it means I can’t be with you, and you are the most important thing in my life. Besides I can compose anywhere.” “Yes, but this opportunity isn’t anywhere, it’s in LA.” “It means that I have to be away from you for two or more years, so I am not going to take it.” “Your music has really taken off here, but it’s time to move onto the next step. You’re not going to get anywhere in the Bay Area.” “Look: you are all I need, I don’t need this program. So let’s just lea

Get over yourself. Those words have been said to Me many a time, and repeated In my own off toned voice. What do these three words mean? What action is expected to follow? I have gotten over myself. I No longer view myself as a Brilliant gifted individual with a boat Load of potential and overwhelming success. The praise has been heard enough. Nor do I think that I Am a failure, or someone to Disappear into the woodwork of society. I am not the stereotypical teenager Full of eternal angst and hatred. I’m simply over myself and my “greatness” Or my “follies”.  I am content. I know who I am. Thus why Are adje

I am a playful person. I run my way through land and water. I am on every corner of the world at one time. I sweep through the plants that come in everyone's ideal places. I range from how fast I run. Sometimes I am a slow, calm zephyr. Other times I am a twirling and spinning whirlwind. But most of the time I am a smooth stunning breeze. My power and speed can do so much to mere mortals. It could make lovers realize how beautiful their partner is. I can tear whole cities down and into devastation. Or I could cool off a well worked person on a hot day. But no matter what I consider myself the messenger. Bringing smoke and leaves

I ushered my tired gray steed on as we raced down the lakes rocky and unforgiving shore. I would have never put Odysseus through this rough terrain, but she was dying on my living room floor and she needed better medical care than my short training could provide. Odysseus' footing was slipping and I could tell that he wanted to slow down; I fought against the desire to let him and kept my legs pressing into his sides. Callie is going to die unless I get the doc- My eyelids fluttered open. The familiar gray expanse met me. I could tell that I was lying down on my back but I couldn't feel the ground, yet I knew that I wasn't falling or floati