Step-By-Step: How to Accept President Obama

Step-By-Step:  How To Accept President Obama

So I’m sure some of you reading this voted for Mr. Barack Hussein Obama to rule over America for a second term.  Congrats, you got your wish.  But this post is for those of us who need a little extra help accepting Barack.  Continue reading if this applies to you.

Step 1: You must embrace him, Barack that is.  For this step, I suggest hanging a few dozen posters around your house of Obama’s face.  This step helped me realize that he isn’t that bad looking.

Step 2: Taxes have risen.  But look on the bright side, I work 4 hours straight at a telemarketing job every single day and Barack only takes $150 out of my $300 paycheck.  Not too shabby!

Step 3: We all attend Lone Peak High School.  So I’d be knocked off my feet if I found one single person without a cell phone.  We all love our phones!  And Barack is willing to add to our national debt by handing out cell phones to everyone who doesn’t have one!  Free cell phones people!

Step 4: The overall safety of our country is better than ever.  With 75% of our nuclear weapons destroyed by Barack, we can put all our trust in America’s enemies to (hopefully) not bomb us!

Step 5: Well, this step is the most important.  The thing is, whether you accept President Obama or not, he is our President.  And there is absolutely nothing you can do about it.

i lost myself.

i lost myself.

You Stole This, Too.

I’m lost in a dream,
And nothing is what it seems.
Searching my head,
For the words that you said.

How could this be happening to me?
I'm lying when I say, "Trust me"
I can't believe this is true,
Trust hurts.

My body aches from mistakes,
Betrayed by lust.
We lied to each other so much,

That in nothing we trust.

If there’s a new way, I’ll be the first in line…

Tears filled my eyes, as we said our last good-bye’s.

“I’ll never forget you”

These are the last words,
I'll ever speak.
And they'll set me free.

Blacked out.

I believe in love.

 

Music for life.

Remember Us. Young and Reckless.

Remember Us.

Look where we’ve come, I never thought I would be here, in your arms, right now.  But there isn’t any other place I would rather be.

I remember the first time I saw you.  We were in the ninth grade, you were rebellious, and I was innocent.  It seemed as though you had already experienced the World, and I was still standing on my front door step.  I had never done anything against what my parents had told me, you broke all the rules.

I remember our first kiss.  We had spent months getting to know each other.  I was hesitant at first, but there was something about you that I just couldn’t resist.  You and your gang had made a clubhouse from an old shed in our friends’ backyard, you called me over and they were all there with you.  In the shed, lined along an old couch you guys had purchased at the D.I.  The night was ending, and you asked me to come lay outside with you, so I did.  We were wrapped in a blanket, I looked up at you, and you leaned in and kissed me.  WOW.  The sparks were flying.  All while your friends watched from inside the shed.

From that point on, you became my everything.  We spent a lot of time together, and a lot progressed into every day.  Not a day went by without you by my side.  We shared a passion that I knew no one else had.  You had given me everything, and we shared the World with each other.  It was a fire that could never be put out, that’s what a first love is.  And it’s young, and it’s reckless, and it feels so perfect.  It’s like you’ve lost all control of yourself, and you’ve trusted someone else with it.  Because they are your other  half. 

And you’re lost without them.

Remember Me.

I come up to meet you, tell you I’m sorry.

                                Tell you I need you,

                                Tell you I love you.

But it’s too late.  You’re gone, you’ve left and you took all our furniture, too.

It’s empty.  Our house, was once our home.  We bought it with the little money we had saved working over the last three summers.  You had said it was a fixer-upper, you fixed and I upper-ed (the decorations, that is).  It was beautiful, with rose engraved wallpaper, and smooth oak floors you spent days re-furbishing.

Remember those long nights when we would stay up, lying on the worn-out quilt I made you in the tenth grade, just talking.  And laughing, and cuddling, and kissing.  Your kisses were sweet.  You said I made them that way.  You said a lot of things.

Remember those mornings, when I would wake up to the beeping from the coffee maker?  You had snuck out of bed, so careful not to wake me.  But you would always forget to turn off the coffee.  You forgot a lot of things.

Remember when we would be eating dinner, and you would sweep me up right out of my chair and carry me upstairs, saying you would do the dishes for me later.  And you would lay me down, and kiss me, and tell me I was your one and only.  But in the morning you left the dishes.  You left a lot of things. 

But not today.  Today you took it all.

We had been fighting a lot lately, the years had worn us and our spark was fading slowly.  But you, YOU were my one and only. 

So I walked into our empty house, our pictures were still hanging on the walls, but the paper had withered away.  All that was left in the center of the floor was your quilt.  My quilt.  The quilt I had made you when I was 15. 

And it was then that I knew, I was no longer yours, and you were no longer mine.

And just like our house, I was empty.

Second Post.

I never know what to write on the second post.
I take that back.
Sometimes I know what to write, but today is not one of those days.
So I am counting this as my second post, about second posts.