9:57 p.m.
Today was the first chance that I had to actually scan through some of the diaries on this site to see what kind of format other people were using. I have not taken many computer classes, so all of this html. coding is so confusing right about now. I wanted to change the color of the text I am using, and maybe reformat the layout of the page.
I started to feel like my diary is pretty bland. Actually, AL told me it was bland.
Then I found myself at the diary site of a kid that got me interested in writting a diary. I found that his writting style was a lot like mine, but I will never tell....
I have had a love for writting since about 3rd grade. Since then, I write about everything from broken hearts to mop and glow...
Since the concert on Friday, I haven't really found myself thinking about guys too much. That is a nice feeling. Guys always find their own way to complicate things.
I spent most of the day at home doint things that I would normally put on the back burner. Dad is doing well. I've been elected to take him to his occupational therapist tomorrow, which is ok, It's not like I have anything better to do. I am more thankful than ever that he is around!
Part of the family went out for breakfast today, and since then, I've been so hungry. It doesn't matter what I eat, or how much, I am still hungry. I'm sleep deprived. I think the most restful sleep I have had is a few hours each night. I wake up to every single faint sound.
I got up last night to read the book of poetry that I had printed and binded for my friends. "The Best Kept Secrets".....I found some of my favorite poems.
This one is "I want to show you beauty."
I want to show you beauty
With honesty and truth
Convinced that my absent vanity
Will offer you no proof
This life has something more
This life has something good
There is something I work for
Sometimes it�s just misunderstood
I want to offer you love
I want to bring you peace
So much I know nothing of
And you see me as a beast
Love that left you cold
Has left you so alert
Shun the advice you once sold
Convinced love�s what makes you hurt
I�m not willing to lie
Just to make you see
You don�t seem like other guys
When you take the time to notice me
I wonder what you think
I wonder what�s on your mind
Our time slips by in a blink
And I can�t leave our conversations behind
I think of you when you�re not around
And I want to see you again
Think of what I�ve found
And I wonder if we are friends
I want to do more than play
I can�t handle anymore games
I think I know what I want to say
Then I can�t even recall my own last name
I want to offer you my trust
In hopes to gain yours in return
Offer me more than lust
And I promise you won�t get burned
By: Kelly Timm
This next poem was written when I was thinking about how I felt after I turned 21. I didn't feel any different than I did when I turned 16, and when I tried to buy beer, I actually felt guilty, like I was doing something wrong...
21
Where do I start
Lets start with this grain of sand
Breathe some soul in my heart
And I will try to stick to the plan
I am always One skip from love
Two days away from dreaming
Three baby steps and you give me a shove
4 minutes until I am screaming
I'm not walking more than 5 miles from home
And I take six deep breaths before I fall asleep
7 seconds ago I started feeling alone
While I am 8 days away from falling in too deep
9 dollars short of 10
I never wanted to be 10 days late
But I would do it 11 times over again
If it meant I would meet my 12th soul mate
13 gates from heaven
14 credits short of a full game
Four more than eleven
And I still haven't seen my 15 minutes of fame
Have you thought of me more than 16 times this year?
Would 17 just throw you off the edge?
18 years ago I never had a fear
And 19 years from now I will make a retirement pledge
20 and I thought I knew it all
What did I really know?
21 and the world doesn't seem so damn small
and life doesn't seem to be moving all that slow
By: Kelly T
