The thing is, life doesn't wait for you to catch your breath.

Lost Simplicity

I wish that it was simple
Wish everything could wait
Wish that no one had to leave,
Wish everyone would stay

Wish I could avoid this
But no, things have to change
So it won't help if you tell me
I don't have to be afraid

To Neverland

They're so critical
But we're running away
They don't know what it's like
They don't know what to say

And we're different, you and I
They all judge us
For looking to the sky
But we're still running, they can't stop us

I love this
And I think you do, too
Deep inside we've found a hope
So we don't follow the rules

What I Ate Today

Next prompt.
I ate egg and banana pancakes my mom made. They're good.

Yeah...

Your First Love

I laughed when I saw this prompt. And a few of you probably did, too. As some of you know, I have had a few scary experiences in the past (as a little girl) with "my first love." Haha...
Only, none of those were love. And as far as I know, I've not exactly properly fallen in love just yet. Well, not in the way you think.

But my first love was my dad. He has always been my hero. You all know him as goofy, wise, witty, and just plain awesome. And, although he is all of those things, he is so much more to me.
He is the one who leads our family.
Kind is an understatement.
He is so very loving, takes time to be with me, protects me with all of his heart, sings to me, hugs and kisses me, and makes me laugh so hard.
He is everything I need in a father.
And I love him dearly.
My dad has modeled for me what it means to be a true Christian and follow God with everything inside of you.

Now, tell me. Is there a better first love than that?

Introduce Yourself

Okay, so I'm going to start writing some writing prompts into here. I picked out a list I found on Pinterest (figures), and I'm only supposed to post one a day. But those are just rules. Boring. :) I'll probably do multiple each day.

This is the first. Here goes.

My name is Emily. But, in reality, my name means nothing. It's what I put on my name tag. That is all. My name does not accurately describe me. The things that make up myself are found when you spend time with me. Those things may confuse you, annoy you, upset you, or make you happy. But I can't control that, so I will go on introducing myself.
I suppose my name could mean something. To my friends, though, it means all sorts of different things. Since I know only my friends read this blog, I can say that you each put different words and feelings and thoughts with the name "Emily."
Some of you laugh and think of that funny girl. Some of you just smile and say, "Oh, she's kinda nice." Some of you think simply of Rebekah's little sister. Yeah, that one with brown hair. Some of you think of a girl who never talks, or talks too much. Some of you get a bitter taste in your mouth, but some of you lighten up. Some of you think of me as the kind girl, but who is somewhat a mystery.
Some of you do not think of me at all.
I am well aware that many of the people I would count as my friends would never even think of putting me on their friend list.
However, that's not my point in this. My point is that the name "Emily" means many different things to different people.
In truth, my identity lies in my dreams. And nightmares. The things I genuinely laugh at, and the genuine people I laugh with. As well as the people I love. The music I listen to, and the music I write. My poetry. The poems written about me. My identity lies in the sunrise. And when the sun rises, it shines on my identity. I find myself in the wind, and the wind will always lead me to myself. And the people that love me love me for who I am, so I refuse to be anyone else.
But ultimately, my identity lies in God, the one who knew I would one day be born. He knew it while he was creating the galaxies. He knew when he created the dawn that there would be pieces of me inside those colors, as well as the sunset. And before I was born, he died. He was put to death because of my future wrongdoings. And there are so many times where I have hated myself for that. My sins killing my Father. Then He, being the only one who knows who I am, comes to me and reminds me that I am created by Him. My identity is in Him, so why should I hate myself? However, His death is not the end. He came back to life, because He is all-powerful and will not leave us. He defeated death. And, that, my friend, is the One my identity lies in.

This introduction is hardly fit, for I can hardly explain myself. But perhaps this could be the first step.

My introduction.

Waiting

"Just always be waiting for me."

--Peter Pan

I am Loki, of Asgard, and I am burdened with glorious purpose.

Beautiful

You'd better realize that you're beautiful. Even without all that crap on your face.
Oops-- did I say that? I mean makeup. Yeah, makeup.

And I hope you lived out there.

Worth the Wait

And I know it's hard for you
When everyone you know
Is already in love
But it just goes to show
That when you're waiting longer
At the end you'll know
That your love was worth the wait
At last, the sun will glow

Last Night's Dream

Last night's dream was
one where you came home
And so I was devastated
to wake up, still alone

Staring at the ceiling now
I'm starting to realize
Pulling the fob watch from under my pillow
No, it's not yet time

Dandelion

Because she was a rose, and I was just a dandelion.

And does anyone miss a dandelion?

I Wonder...

And here I am,
Wondering if you
Wonder if I
Wonder about you.

Because I do.

Fob Watch Under My Pillow

Here comes the night
I say goodbye
But rest won't come to me

Turn off the light
And close my eyes
But still, I cannot sleep

Maybe it's 'cause
I'm thinking of you
But I thought of you all day

And now you're gone
I said, "So long"
So why am I still awake?

The morning finally arrives
I wake up far too soon

Can't fall back asleep
'Cause hey! Guess what?
I'm thinking about you

Tick
Tock
Tick
Tock
Tick
Tock
Tick
Tock 

Streak of Blue

I hope you know
That you're the streak of blue
In my clouded sky

You were there all along
But suddenly you flew
And joy made me cry

Fob Watch

I bought a fob watch
To count the minutes
Until you're coming home

I watch the time
As it ticks and tocks
But time ticks far too slow

Flying

That moment when you're a lot closer to someone than you realized.
And they understand you.
And you understand them.
And you swear you could fly.

Ordinary Day by Vanessa Carlton

Just a day,
Just an ordinary day.
Just trying to get by.
Just a boy,
Just an ordinary boy.
But he was looking to the sky.
And as he asked if I would come along
I started to realize
That everyday he finds
Just what he's looking for,
Like a shooting star he shines.

He said take my hand,
Live while you can
Don't you see your dreams lie right in the palm of your hand

And as he spoke, he spoke ordinary words
Although they did not feel
For I felt what I had not felt before
And you'd swear those words could heal.
And as I looked up into those eyes
His vision borrows mine.
And I know he's no stranger,
For I feel I've held him for all of time.

And he said take my hand,
Live while you can
Don't you see your dreams lie right in the palm of your hand
In the palm of your hand.

Please come with me,
See what I see.
Touch the stars for time will not flee.
Time will not flee.
Can you see?

Just a dream, just an ordinary dream.
As I wake in bed
And the boy, that ordinary boy
Or was it all in my head?
Did he asked if I would come along
It all seemed so real.
But as I looked to the door,
I saw that boy standing there with a deal.

And he said take my hand,
Live while you can,
Don't you see all your dreams lie right in the palm of your hand
In the palm of your hand,
In the palm of your hand.

Just a day, just an ordinary day
Just trying to get by.
Just a boy,
Just an ordinary boy.
But he was looking to the sky.

Take This With You

As you leave, would you take this with you
Before you sail away?
Keep a joy inside your heart
As you wake up each day

Don't let storm clouds bring you down
Trust me, it's just rain
The lightning's striking all around
But keep your smile the same

Don't be afraid to live it all
And love it all the same
'Cause even if you ever fall
You can get back up again

This ship of life, it goes through storms
The waves get really high
But once you see your sails are torn
You'll find that you can fly

Behind Those Clouds

Can't you hear the birds singing?
Take those headphones out!
I'm outside swinging
Though rain is pouring down

Listening to these lovely sounds
I think my life's been found
The sky's still blue behind those clouds
They're separating now

Rescue

Maybe you're like me
Maybe you just need
Someone to save you

If you're all alone
Living on your own
I'll be your rescue
(Will you be my rescue too?)

Fairy Tales

Through this life, I've learned that fairy tales aren't always just tales. Time to believe in magic again.

Night Sky

Once upon a time there was a boy. He enjoyed looking at the stars, but hated change. He knew that sometimes there was good change, and sometimes there was bad change. But those days it had mostly been bad change.
Still, the stars kept shining.
The future, though it held many opportunities, scared him. He made a point of being optimistic around others, hiding his fears.
Still, the stars kept shining.
He was so selfless that he didn't let himself bring others down. Smiles were always seen on his face, and his joy gleamed through his eyes. But when night fell, his fears sometimes came back.
Still, the stars kept shining.
Little did he know, however, that once in a while, someone would truly see him for all he was.
And that's when the stars became brighter.

Cloud Cover

Sometimes the world was gray. The clouds covered the sky, rain poured down, and the only light came from the furious bolts of lightning as they shot out from the masses of storms. And no one understood.
But sometimes that wasn't the case. Sometimes the sun decided to come up, breaking through the darkness with radiating brightness, scaring away the ever-powerful thunder. And colors burst forth with the dawn, like a victorious army, destroying all pain with its glorious joy.

Come find me when the clouds cover your world, and I will convince the sun to come back up for you.

Waiting for Peter Pan

She was a girl
In love with the world
And everything was perfect

Chasing her dreams
Believing in things
'Cause risks were always worth it

Time flew right by
And it made her cry
Red eyes looking for Neverland

And here I am
Still waiting for Peter Pan

Please Awaken

When I awake, I'm afraid
That I will not see you again
I've lost too many to forget
That overnight a life can end

Sun comes up, I open my eyes
Hope you've made it through the night
Dark is cunning, I have heard it
Tries to convince you life's not worth it

As it comes, call the Lord
He's fought off things like these before

When I awake, I'm afraid
That I will not see you again . . .


(Sorry for the poor grammar!)

More Than You Know

I'm coming up for air
Do you know me to keep it inside?
Well, I do

I'm coming up only to show you love
Do you know me to find solace in the sunset?
It's true

I'm coming up only to tell you someone cares
Do you know me to love more than I can express?
Do you know me
At all?

Because I swear, I care, and I
am
not
leaving
you.

Stars and Scars

Her eyes turn sympathetic as she watches her friend. It's dark outside, and they're both in the front yard at a friend's house with many others. But right now, her focus isn't on them.
He listens to his music as they go on talking, and though most people don't see it, she notices the brokenness inside of him. He's been torn and repaired so many times, and the scars aren't terribly noticeable, but she still sees them.
You know those stars in the night sky, the ones that don't shine too brightly? You're always so distracted with the ones giving the most light, that you completely forget the others. Yet, the sky wouldn't be the same without them.
This boy is one of those stars.
The girl has learned over the years that all the stars are needed to make the sky, and she is now able to see every star for itself. She realizes that this boy is hurting more than anyone else can see, and he takes refuge in his music. She's nearly positive his foundation is on the right thing, so she knows he'll make it.
We're all a little broken, and noticing when someone's broken can be a life and death matter. You have to look closely to see all the stars.
This boy doesn't shine as brightly as some people, but don't forget that he still shines.

Another Language

That girl has a way of talking. She'll deliberately  say things that mean different things to different people... and it's amazing. As if she were speaking three languages at once.

But If You Close Your Eyes...

She walks through the same doors, but it doesn't feel the same to her. She enters the same, large building, but still, it doesn't feel right. She looks around, seeing the same two basketball half-courts, the same upstairs balcony, the same worn-out furniture, the same information desk, the same auditorium, hearing the same noises around her. But nothing feels the same. It feels empty.
Then her eyelids shut.
But if you close your eyes, does it almost feel like nothing changed at all?
And if you close your eyes, does it almost feel like you've been here before?
She opens them and sighs, tears threatening to spill over. How was she going to be an optimist about this?

Protect You With My Life

Her little brother screams
She bolts upright to find him
He's been scared out of his sleep
The nightmares must've been grim

She comforts him with soothing words
Lets him know he's not alone
His nightmares flee before they hurt
So she turns to face her own

On Top of the Mountain

It took me some time to figure things out

I'm still learning

It took me some time to stop my heart from screaming out

So forgive me

It was a hard path I took that made me look back and say with a smile,

Oh, the things I never knew...

Ethan, My Dear Mystery

My brother, Ethan, is such a mystery. He is loving. He is caring. He is incredibly deep. But he will never show anyone but me his deep side, and it doesn't make sense. I want his friends to know who he really is. Instead, he is a funny goofball. I love his goofiness, and I laugh so hard when I'm around him, but I'm waiting for the day when he'll open up to someone.
If he ever says anything to you that's from his heart, know that you really matter to him.

Invisible

You won't give me a chance
You won't listen at all
You won't let me catch you,
But you don't want to fall

And I wish you would care
Wish you knew me at all
I want you to see me,
But that isn't my call

Green Light

There's a little green light on the ceiling in my room
I think that it's a star
It comes to me when I close my eyes
To take me somewhere far

I know now that it's the world I visit
Once I fall into sleep
The keeper of my every thought,
My nightmares, and my dreams

Then suddenly it flashes red
And I am now aware
That the red light means distress
I'll help because I care

"I'm coming," I try to tell the star
But it cannot hear
So I try to fall asleep
But I only fear

"What if there's an evil there
"That's attempting to win the fight?"
But part of me is also thrilled
 "I could be the hero tonight!"

And so at last I fall asleep
To find my world somewhere
But I will never, ever tell you
What I have found in there