Lost Love

FFarewell my friend

I am sad to see you go

Time is our enemy 

Letting us drift further apart

But i will have the memories we share

The smiles and tears we encountered 

The secrets we told 

And the love we have 

I will cry when you go 

I will cry because you are gone

We can not make new memories 

And time is not on our side 

Before you go 

I must tell you important words 

Keep them close to your heart 

Thank you 

Thank you for listening 

Thank you for caring 

Thank you for laughing 

Thank you for loving me 

Time has passed 

5 years or so 

I still think about our times together 

And my heart aches 

Time has passed 

20 years or so 

I only think of you when I see pictures 

My heart beats steadily 

Time has passed 

50 years or so

You never cross my mind 

My heart lost its love 

Time has passed 

70 years or so 

I can not remember what is on my mind 

My heart has lost you completely 

Before time passes

Remember one thing 

I loved you 

And you loved me 

My Doctor

"Doctor!" I shouted.
No response.
"Doctor! Doctor! Doctor!" I repeated.
Still no response.
Where is my precious Doctor? Has he been  captured by a Dalek? Has he lost the war between the Daleks and Time Lords?
He destroyed his planet to stop this war. He killed millions of children that never had a chance to live. If the Daleks won, then they would try to kill every living thing that is not a Dalek. He was forced to choose between his planet and the universe.
He has spent the last 900 years trying to live with his guilt. He saved thousands of galaxies, millions of plants, and billions upon billions of species. They all owe their lives to the Doctor. A man who tried to escape his past by saving the future.
But where is he now? My life is important too. He promised me he would not let me die under his watch. He is not here, so who is watching me?
I looked up to pray to every God in the universe. It was my last hope. But that is when i saw it. A figure moved swiftly towards me. I panicked. Was this how i was going to die? On a planet trillions of light-years away from Earth.
"Hello, love." A familiar voice chimed behind me.
My Doctor has come just in time to see me die.
But my Doctor had other plans.

Alone

He wakes with a smile

and sleeps with a frown.

He dances in the rain

and soaks his pillow at night.

His laughter chimes in the open wind,

but is ruined by sobs.

His beauty shines brighter than the sun,

but is darkened by clouds.

Every day he fights a war. 

An internal one.

But he wakes in the morning 

with a smile on his face,

like yesterday never happened.

He is a true soldier.

Fighting for happiness

that may never come.

And I will fight along with him. 

So he will not be alone.

And when we die,

we may not be happy. 

But we will not die alone. 

Does Anyone Have A Clue?

Of all the things a person has never attempted, what would I do?
I would not skydive or bungee jump,
nor would i free fall into a watery pit.
I would have a party.
This would be no ordinary party.
My guests would dress in the finest.
They would enjoy sophisticated music.
They would feast on dishes from the skilled French chefs I hired.
We would be in an elaborate mansion,
with a crystal chandelier
swaying above my guests cranium in the ball room.

Laughter would fill the air
and echo in the halls.
Stories about the mansion would spread like wild fire,
stopping the happiness in its path.
The mansion would have a dark past,
including several murders.
What would happen if there was another one?

The room would go dark.
Loud gasps could be heard though out the halls.
A scream.
Glass shattering.

The lights would stagger back on.
Several more gasps and screams would fill the halls once more.

A woman,
lying lifeless on the ground,
with a dagger in her heart.
A pool of blood tinkles away from her body
to a small child crying.
Crying because he just lost his mother.

Someone stabbed her.
That person was still in the room.
Who did it?
Does anyone have a Clue?





For those of you who didn't understand the story, i would have a clue party.
And no, I would not really kill a person,
It would be all fake.

Just Like Me

Beep
Beep
Beep
Beep
I reach over and turn off the alarm clock before i slam it against the wall for waking me up.
Yet another long day ahead. Let us hope that everyone cooperates.
I roll out of bed and fumble for my slippers so i can feed the dog. But before i even get the bowl, my phone rings. It is going to be one of those days.
After ignoring the call for the third time, i answer pleasantly, "Hello."
"Good morning Ms. Moen." My assistant commences, "I would like to remind you that high school students are coming on set today for a field trip."
"Thank you Sidney, I almost forgot!" I lied.
"Alrighty  Ms. Moen, I will see you soon." She chimed.
I hung up before she got that last word out. I do not want to see a bunch of ungrateful high school students today. They put too much pressure on the actors, Jared and Jensen. Also, Misha becomes moody brat when students surround him. He likes his personal space.
The disadvantages of being a producer.
But in the end, it can be worth it. I get to see the girl who cries because she meets her idols for the first time. Then she will elaborate on how my show effected her life. She will articulate about how terrible her life is and how watching the show is an escape for her. She evades real life to live in the fantasy world i have created. Mine has a happy ending. I am honored to give her that happy ending, even if it is just for a second.
With this thought in my head, i finish getting ready for work. I drive with a smile and say hello to everyone i see.
When the students arrive, I spot her immediately. She could not smile yet, she was in shock. Her fantasy is finally coming true. Her eyes twinkled with a tear that she wiped away instantly.
I look at the lost girl and smile. I know where she will end up one day. She will be a producer on a television show or movie, just like me. She will help others that were like her, just like me. She will help them flee this world for a better one momentarily, just like me.

There is not an answer to every question

Cupcakes or cake? Why can I never make up my mind? Cupcakes! I finally decide. Chocolate of course. Chocolate goes best with a fruity butter cream  It is too quiet. I need music. The family should be back in a couple hours. I should be done by then.

So let's get started.

I grab a bowl while fumbling the eggs, oil, and cake mix in my hands. I quickly put everything down before I break something.

Do no make a mess, Carson.

I follow the directions on the cake mix box until the bowl is filled with all the necessary ingredients. I plug in the mixer, but stop. How can those yolks be perfect circles? I literally hit them on a bowl. How did they not break? What is this nonsense? I pick up the mixer and, without turning it on, poke at the yolk so it will ooze over the brown powder. Once everything is covered in yellow slime, I press the mixer to the bottom of the bowl and turn it on. I watch the segregated ingredients slowly become one until it is all one smooth, brown substance. I grab the cupcake pan and pour the thick liquid into twelve separate slots.  

While I let it bake, I scan the fridge for fruit that would make a good butter cream. Strawberries. Perfect! 

I make the butter cream carefully, trying not to get powdered sugar everywhere. But I once again put too many strawberries in it. Instead of the light, fluffy consistency, it becomes a thick, pink liquid. When I pour the topping on the mini-cakes, it seems like a volcano erupted on a chocolate mountain. 

After I place these eruptions on a platter, I start to clean. I begin to question everything because I hate cleaning. Why do I even bake? Is it because I can do anything with baking and still get a great result? Or maybe because it allows me to be alone, escaping reality. It could also be that I like to see people enjoy my creations. 

I do not have an answer to this question and I am okay with that. Not every question has an answer. 

Rapping

Me trying to rap...

value

What exactly is value? Worth? Importance? An idea? Or is it all three? I value art, all art. I may only be good at a couple forms of art, but i can appreciate all of it. I value the changes art has on a person, like in music. When i'm in a bad mood and i listen to the right song, i will be happier. Singing has also changed my life. I can not even imagine where my life would be if i did not sing. Everyone has an outlet and singing is mine. I also like photography. I mostly take pictures of nature so i can preserve the beautiful world around us. In a picture, time is forever frozen in that second and the whole world can see. I also like to make videos. Though it can be incredibly difficult, i love what it has done for me. It has opened my eyes to a whole new world. It allowed me to pay attention to every single detail and appreciate the time that went into making something. Another incredibly difficult form of art i have found, is baking. It is probably the most frustrating thing i have ever done, but i still do it. It has taught me patience, which is something i needed. But without art, none of this would be possible. I would not be where i am today. Come to think of it, everything is art. Doing a math problem, writing a story, and drawing a picture are all forms of art. But not everyone sees it that way. Art has changed everyone for the better. Art has changed me for the better. There is no material value you could ever put on it.



I decided i will show you my favorite forms of art. Below is a video of me singing. I would have spent more time on the video, but i didn't have any. Also there are some pictures of flowers i took and a TARDIS cake i made with a converse shoe, a fez, and a bow tie (because bow ties are cool).