Happy Birthday to a Good Friend

You know, it's been quite a while since we first met for good.

That one time swinging at a dance and I found another who could.

I spied you across the parking lot dancing expertly,

Having a blast spinning around, smiling and laughing brightly.

Though you looked older and more mature, (surely a senior at least!)

But then I reasoned it wouldn't be long until I turned into a priest.

So summoning up my courage, I asked you for a dance,

Wanting to know you better, luckily you gave me that chance.

Well we became friends and messaged late into the night,

Playing Truth or Dare (but mainly Truth) and discussing things we liked.

 :D and :) and O.o and ;) used more than necessary

And introducing ::) which has proven very handy.

Then when I'm bored and looking back at messages we've sent,

I realize that you still need to teach me how to do a pirouette.

In conversations about books, you sure don't disappoint.

Plus you have a love of poetry, an instant +10 coolness points

We've danced and sung and talked a lot, truly you've been grand

Even though you don't like boats and prefer to stay firmly on land. ;)

 I trust your day has proved lots of fun, I hope it's been filled with glee.

I'd just like to celebrate this special time, a "Happy Birthday" to you from me.

Arrg! Feelings!

Arrg!  Feelings!  What have I ever done to you?
Confusion. Jealousy. Love?  What am I to do?
I came to high school prepared.  Ready to fight off drama.
Expecting to shout, "I did it!" as I hold up my diploma.
Why pick on my life?  I was happy before you came!
But then you feelings dropped in, like heartache, sorrow, shame.
I'm puzzled, stressed, and overwhelmed.  Heart racing all the while.
Yet I can't let it out.  I have to pretend.  Hiding behind a smile.
I'd love to just be done.  Finally confess; give up the fight.
Only, that'd just create drama, which I've been trying to avoid, right?
Why so difficult?  At times like this I'd like to be a tree.
Sturdy, steady, inanimate.  With no feelings, I'd be free.
Except, I'm only human.  So I guess I'll just keep living.
Struggling on, day by day, although my heart is bleeding.
Longing for times far gone when I was left unmarred.
Oh feelings, why me?!  Why are you making this so hard?

16

Since youth I've been taught by so many teachers

To pause till I'm sixteen to date.

For then you decide what girl has those features

You want in a wife! So I wait.

Other things fill my life as years pass me by.

My non-Mormon friends are confused.

Daily saying, "Hey! There's no need to be shy!"

I smile, shake my head, and refuse.

The older I get, my patience starts to thin

As cute, funny girls come along.

Yet, seeing couples in school, I think I win

To avoid that teen drama throng.

My patience for delay has not been for naught.

I have no need to cringe in fear!

With kids near in age, my advice has been sought.

MY morals have not disappeared!

But times are a-changing, now that I'm fifteen,

And though I've no cause to regret.

That one day I turn into fabled sixteen

Is becoming hard to forget.

Twenty-four hours left! Has time passed that fast?

It's really quite hard to believe

That days of not dating will be in the past

I'm barely able to conceive!

At last! The anticipated day is here!

Who needs to drive when they can date?

I'll catch up with the rest! My purpose is clear.

I just hope that I'm not too late!

But a few days later, the splendor's worn off.

The desire's faded it seems.

Could we hang out as friends? For now that's enough.

...maybe I'll wait till seventeen.

The Sun Rises Everyday

The sun rises everyday.
Did you know that little fact?
For this small, unchangeable detail can affect the ways we act.
When clouds are gray, the feeling grim
And moods change with every whim,
Don't worry, there's no need to fear,
The sun will rise tomorrow here.

The sun rises everyday.
But sometimes people forget.
For when life seems utterly hopeless, all they want is to submit.
Their personal raincloud follows,
Bringing to surface all their sorrows,
And yet with that despair and woe,
Defeated can be this depressing foe.

The sun rises everyday.
"How?" The pessimists cry.
"To remind you that I am still here." Is God's constant reply.
For with good deeds and loving words,
The shepherd will his young sheep herd,
And when we forget the Savior's cup,
All we must do, is then, look up.