Cute song.

"Light A Way" - He is We

The morning’s here, and we’re still caught up in the night.
The sky was clear, and everything felt right.
Our time is short, but I’m sure I’ll see you soon.
We’ll take another walk along the bridge, and underneath the moon.
What a find, If I could I’d hit rewind and replay.
All the moments that I wished, I could’ve called you mine.

And tonight, I pray.

Light a way, on my love.
Light a way, from above.
Shine it down, lead me home,
Back to him.

A night away, and we’ve got a few to go.
And I’ve mastered the art of missing, and my smile lacks a glow.
That you showed me how to shine that very night.
We were entwined, Oh God how I wish you were mine.

And tonight, I pray.

Light a way, on my love.
Light a way, from above.
Shine it down, lead me home,
Back to him.
Bring me back to him.

Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray my heart you choose to keep.
And if I die before I wake, all of me is yours to take.
If I don’t see you again, It’d take all I have within.
Maybe I’ll just stay awake, I think I’ll just stay awake.

Light a way, on my love.
Light a way, from above.
Shine it down, lead me home,
Light a way, on my love.
Light a way, from above.
Shine it down, lead me home.

For the Love of Poetry

Acquainted with the Night

BY ROBERT FROST

I have been one acquainted with the night.

I have walked out in rain—and back in rain.

I have outwalked the furthest city light.

I have looked down the saddest city lane.

I have passed by the watchman on his beat

And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.

I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet

When far away an interrupted cry

Came over houses from another street,

But not to call me back or say good-bye;

And further still at an unearthly height,

One luminary clock against the sky

Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right

I have been one acquainted with the night.

Love.

"Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It
opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get
inside you and mess you up."

Who knew? Who knew today I would be sitting here fuming. I just don't get it. You find that one person who you adore, the only one you've ever been able to compliment or even given into and what happens? You stop hearing from him...makes a ton of sense. Then you wonder to yourself, is it me? That in return makes you feel...awful.

Let me let you in on my story.

When it comes to love, oh when it comes to love...I just don't know what to do. My head is going to over a million places within an hour. If the guy only knew how much it took me to even pay him a compliment, I swear, he'd be impressed. Yet, I'm an introvert. I can't just like someone. It doesn't work like that for me. If a person likes me before I like him...it freaks me out, 99.9% of the time. I have to have this mutal likeness with the person. I always knew I would just know, "Thats him, he is the one I want." This has happened to me a total of 2 times. Once quite recent but what can I do about it? I can do absolutlely nothing. It is sad. Honestly, it took me 5 minutes to realize I like him, that has NEVER happened to me.

I've always been a romantic, but I'm so picky when it comes to the opposite sex. Not saying I knew what I wanted, I just wanted him. I wanted this to work. I prayed, "Lord I just don't get it, am I suppose to not end up with the person I want?" I'm also very impatient. I have no idea what is going on in the other person's head but I'm just dying to know. Once you think you have love figured out, take a few steps back...far back. I don't mind being single, I promise, until I talked to him, I was perfectly fine. I like being a hermit. I love music, writing, poetry, and I hate goodbyes. I may never understand love but then, where would be the fun? I guess a girl should always be crossed in love? I guess the worst part about goodbyes is when you don't get one. I'm not writing this for someone to have pity on me, just to all those who can relate.

I hate when you want to love someone and you don't understand why he goes for all these other girls...who don't even really want him. Yet, here you are, not loving anyone and BAM! He sweeps you off your feet within moments. I refuse to understand. I also hate, when people put things in your head,

"He probably thinks it won't work."

"He wouldn't be talking to you if he didn't like you!"

I'm like, seriously, I have all these other thoughts to deal with...I don't want those in my head! I want that person who comes after you, who will love you for who you are. Even as I write this, somwhere in my soul I believe in true love, even love at first sight. I've been through my fair share, for sure, but that person is out there. If I have to wait my whole life for him...so be it. Of course, now would be great. :D Either way, I refuse to be persuaded, to give up on love, and to settle for someone who I will truly never be in love with. I don't want to just love someone, I want to "be" in love with them. I never said I didn't want the heartache, or that I wanted it easy...I just want that "love".

I don't know what will become of my feelings for the person I might like now, but hopefully the feelings will turn into memories and those will turn into something lasting...something real.


“Have you ever been in love? Horrible
isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your
heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up
all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt
you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders
into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it.
They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your
life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats
you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we
should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your
heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a
soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”
- Neil Giaman

Pinky

If you were paying attention to the title and reading this, you're probably wondering what in the world is a Pinky? I am not talking about the lil finger on your left and right hand, or the smallest toe on your feet. Pinky is my brother but, before you think I'm the strangest person on the planet, give me leave to explain. I hope for the sake of your wonderful childhood, you watched Pinky and the Brain. It is a wonderful show about an evil, intelligent mouse (Brain) and his goofy side-kick (Pinky). This is a classic example, describing my brother and I. I am the evil master mind and Caleb is the well....okay so I begged to be Brain but, that is beside the point.

Pinky (Caleb) has been with me, my entire life. My parents have a picture where I climbed up into the crib with him. He was the cutest baby too, although he did look like an alien when he got here. We use to call him "Melonhead", I think you get the point. Anyways, I was always the bossy, hyper child telling Caleb what to do, being independent, and pretty much in my own little world. Caleb, on the other hand, was the momma's boy, the baby of the family, the calm one. We made a good team, and still do. In my family you must understand one thing, all we do is tease, pick, and joke. With that being said, Caleb and I have had our fair share of fights but, we both agree that, it would be weird if we didn't. This is a sad thing for Mom and Dad, guess they'll just have to live with it.

Speaking of arguments, just today he was messing with me while we were at the stores. He likes to trip me, alot. In the store today, he kept trying to do that and push me, and tease me. I finally just started ignoring him, which actually doesn't EVER work but, for some reason it did??? I don't get it. So he loves to tease, laugh at me, and make me trip but he is still my brother. My brother doesn't just talk to people, he observes. So many people have asked me, "Does he ever talk?" My reply is always the same, "You bet, I can never get him to shut up."

He also gives good advice. I don't get people in general so, he helps me see the "flip-side" of things. Like for example, boys. I'll tell him something like, "I just don't get guys." He always gives me an incite to the male mind. That always seems to help. I always have a tendency to "jump the gun," and I'll say, "He must hate me, he hasn't replied or talked to me." Caleb somehow assures me that they don't hate my guts. That gets me to thinking, which in return helps me out. I also give him advice about girls or girl, in this case.

I consider my brother one of my best friends and if I don't tell him enough how much he means to me, I hope this reminds him. I feel sorry for anyone who has missed out on the pleasure of having a brother. I'm glad God blessed me with one, I will be forever grateful.

Love you Pinky,

Amber M. Marshall

Memorable Quotes-

Caleb to me: You got stuff all over your face!

me: You got stuff all in your heart!...its called blackness.

Caleb: lol..wow Amber, fail.

Caleb: Say it. Don't spray it.

(Caleb on modern day people talking like they're from the 1800's)

Caleb: On the contrary...

me: or indeed...

Caleb: 21st century people not 1971!

me: uhm....Caleb...

Caleb: I mean 1871.

Caleb: I need to ask you an important question.

me:okay?

Caleb: Is a titty a freckle? I mean it looks like one...

me: e.0 *facepalm*

Caleb: I'm the happiest kid in the world right now!

me: No you're not, a fat kid who just got a lollipop is...

Caleb while getting peroxide in his ear, "this is the coolest thing I've ever done!"

"Pinky and the Brain, Pinky and the Brain, one is a genius and the other is insane!"

Strange Dreams 0.0

I have the weirdest dreams. Everyone I know always ends up on the topic of dreams. They think their dreams are so weird and don't make sense, until I tell them about mine. My dreams seem to have plots. They also seem to, most of the time, have something to do with what I've done during the day. I've had the same dream 5 times once.

I shall give you a few examples of my dreams. I dreamed once that there was a pool of bacon, yes, bacon. I've dreamed about giant playgrounds so many times, its crazy. I've dreamed about escaping zombies and even what someone looked like when they were older. When I tell people about my dreams, they tell me, "Amber, those are called nightmares." I guess I'm so use to my dreams though it doesn't bother me.

I like when I was little, I use to be able to dream about what I wanted, ah the good ole days. You know, where I could fly and stuff? You know how in dreams, when your falling and right before you hit the ground you wake up? Well, i don't wake up, I hit the ground and bounce back up. I can also feel pain when this is happening. What happened to sleep being your best friend?! You should see peoples faces when I tell them this, it is so funny.

However, the thing that is a nightmare to me, would seem ordinary for you. I had this dream that my cousin (a girl) who I am really close to is about to get married. That is good right? Wrong. She is marrying the wrong guy and then she tells me, I can't be her Maid of Honor.

I think that is what freaks me out the most, its on my bucket list to be a made of honor. One other dream that I consider a terrible nightmare is this one. I'm with some tribe, and someone shoots me in the back of the head with three arrows. I should be dead right? Well, I don't die. I spend the whole dream trying to live with these arrows sticking out of the back of my head! It's horrible! If I try to pull them out, it is to painful.

I told my best friend that I cut one of the arrows so you couldn't see it poking out of my head. She died laughing. Either way, I can beat just about anyone with strange dreams. Sometimes I will have a really amazing dream but I guess I'm just too imaginative.

Live Long & Prosper,

Amber M. Marshall

Starlight and the Moon is Big and Bright

Sometimes at night, I just lie there. I look up at my ceiling at the one glowing star that I taped there. I love stars. We have an R.V. in our driveway and sometimes on a beautiful bright night, I'll climb up the ladder. I sit there, on top of that R.V. and look at the moon. You know what I love? I love how God just threw the stars in the sky. For His own pleasure, He just threw the stars into the heavens. I also love how on a real clear night you can see that the earth is a sphere. I love how God just gave a wretched sinner like me, something like the stars to look at. I don't know many constellations but, I'm over imaginative anyways. The first thing I spot, when I look up in the sky is Orion's belt, then the little dipper, and finally the north star. I think of Peter pan every time I see the north star. Ah, the moon! That there moon! I actually do see a face upon it. It looks so serious but, I can imagine it smiling or tilt my head a little to one side. Hey but who says it has to smile to make me happy? I'm just glad there is something beautiful and worth looking at in the sky. God is good.

Live Long & Prosper,

Amber M. Marshall

*Theme Music Plays*...STAR TREK!

"Space the final frontier"...honestly that is all I remember. I never really did watch the original star trek but my grandpa was pretty much obsessed with it. I remember seeing the new movie though, it was AWESOME. The guy who plays the main character's father (and his name mistakes me) is actually the guy who plays "Thor." The main character (his name I also can't remember) played off of "Princess Diaries 2'...that would suck, just say'in. Anyways, after seeing this amazing movie called "Star Trek", the "live long and prosper" part stuck with me. Maybe, I'm really just a nerd but whatever. Spock! I adore Spock! He has got to be one of the best characters through the whole movie! They added a pretty good bit of humor in this movie as well. As you can probably tell by now, i'm into filming, movies, actors, and etc. I think it is amazing how someone can take a story and make it come to life or make it to the "big screen" in this case. Kirk! That is the main character's name. I suppose I'm just one of those girls who just kind of like the rebel but, that is who Kirk starts out as being. He is the rebel, who is pretty self conceited. In the end though, he becomes a hero and saves the day, along with Spock. I enjoyed the movie and now I really want to watch it again, hahaha.

Well, "LIVE LONG AND PROSPER,"

Amber M. Marshall

ps- I was one of those people who used a quarter to be able to do this,

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"A Little Thing Called Love"....

Despite the name of my title, I will probably not be talking about love. One day soon I probably will, but until then I will use these cheesy/catchy titles to attract your attention. Is it working? Anyways...there is so much I want to write about...so many things I want to say...but not yet! I will remind myself to be patient...patience is a virtue. Last night, I actually wrote something to post on here but I felt like just free styling it at the moment. Let's see, what topic should I talk about? I could talk about texting....eh. I could talk about getting drugged up at the dentist, I'll save that one. I could make this a very pointless update? I got it! Why don't you pick a topic...comment!

Live Long and Prosper,

Amber M. Marshall <3

That One Person

I suppose there is always that one person. That one person who just tries to make your life miserable. That one being, who for some unknown reason just wants you to suffer? Why? Is it meant for me to understand? I may never know why. My first reaction to the situation is of course, to lash out in anger. I am quickly reminded to get down on my knees instead. After a few moments there, and even though I might not know anymore than what I did before, there is a sense of peace. It amazes me how people can be so easily persuaded and even though I hate, no I loathe the very thought of a friend (close friend) being mad at me because of something that one being said, somewhere I forgive them. I know that its not that they hate my guts but, that it is simply that the other person, that one person, has somehow persuaded a close friend to believe otherwise. I do not pretend to know what to do about any of this, except try to forgive to the best of my ability, and with God's help I know things will be okay.