The Secret Journal of Brett Colten

This was an amazing book! I really love it! I read another book by the same author (Kay Lynn Mangum) called when the both breaks and I feel in love with that one too. But I think I like this one more! It's about a girl named Kathy who was born 16 years after her brothers and sisters were born and her brother Brett died of leukemia when she was two years old. She gets really annoyed with her family because they never stop talking about him and she doesn't even remember him. Then she gets a journal that he left for her before he died. She finds out how much he truly loved her. And while she's reading it she feels that she gets really close to him though she can't remember him. She also find out about his endeavors in investigating the Mormon Church which makes Kathy interested in the church as well. It's a very inspiring and touching book and I enjoyed it thoroughly!

Me

Okay, I'm going to be honest.
I don't know much about writing and my worst subject in school is English.
But, I did take this class for a purpose. Not just for a grade but for better creative mind.
I may not have the best poems in the class and to be honest a lot of my posts really suck.
But I don't think I care what you think about my blog.
At least not as much as I used to.
I think I owe a lot of that to our teacher because he's stressed just being who you are.
And I did that.
I gave you the best representation I could of my heart and I learned a lot.
I learned that I love to write!
I may not be good at it but nevertheless, I love it.
I have learned that poetry means everything to me.
I find so much beauty in words and I found myself appreciating lyrics, poetry, talks, books, any spoken language, a lot more than I ever have.
I have learned to stimulate the right side of my brain.
And that means the world to me.
So while you may not care , I care and that's all that matters.
Thank you for all those who have posted positive, encouraging, and critical words of praise onto my blog posts.
I have treasured your words and you have truly encouraged me to keep writing.

I guess there's no more stalling now.

I guess all that's left to do is tell you who I am.

I guess I am a little scared.

I guess I do care about what you may think about me.

Oh well, here it goes.

My name is Kylie Young.

Dear Bobbie

Dear Bobbie, do you remember
When you were young and very pretty? I do
I remember pleated skirts, black and white saddle shoes
Do you remember dancing that night? I do
I still think of you when we dance
Although we cant jitterbug as we did then}

Do you remember when
How long has it been?
Nineteen forty five
You opened my blue eyes
To see a whole new life

Do you remember when
I told you this that night
That if you're by my side
When everyday begins
I'll fall for you again?
I made a promise when
I told you this that night

That I'll be fine
Cause when I die then I die loving you
It's alright, I'll be fine
When I die then I die loving you
Loving you, loving you

{Do you remember the times
We would give up on each other and get back together
Then we finally was married in nineteen forty nine
We drove the yellow convertible all night long
Do you remember? I do}

Life has led us here
Together all these years
This house that we have made
Holds twenty-thousand days
And memories we've saved
Since life has lead us here

And I'll be fine
Cause when I die then I die loving you
It's alright, I'll be fine
Cause when I die then I die loving you
Loving you, loving you

I'm coming home to you
Stepping off my shoes
Resting in my chair
See you standing there
The silver in your hair
I'm coming home to you

When I lay tonight
When I close my eyes
I know the sun will rise
Here or the next life
As long as youre still mine

Then it's alright, I'll be fine
Cause when I die then I die loving you
It's alright, I'll be fine
Cause when I die then I die loving you
Loving you, loving you

{You have gray hair now but you're a, a beautiful women
And the years have been good to both of us
We walk slow now but we still have each other
The glue of love is still bonding us together
That is what I remember, do you remember?

-Yellowcard

Reasons to love

Looking On Forever

It's funny how your smell 

is the warmest thing I know.

How your laugh 
is my favorite soundtrack

and your chest 
is the strongest sleeping pill.

I love the way you make me smile

when I couldn't on my own.

I love the way you lift me higher,

just by being around.

I am a better person 

Because I know you're watching.

But when I can not seem to change

You love me just the same.

What would I do 

with out your crazy obsessions?

I would never know the empowering sound of the color yellow,
nor the thrill of the fight among the living and the dead.

Your art colors my art, love,
Your passion feeds my passion.
Without you, my song would sing a different tune.
I guess that isn't a bad thing,
but, oh, what a sweet melody you've given me.

Thank you for the moonlit talks
on those sleepless nights.
You listen to me, like what concerns me
concerns you.
You listen not only with your ears
But with your eyes.
You listen not only for today
But for every tomorrow.

Thank you for giving me your precious time.
I know how much that costs.
But, baby,
If you asked,
 I'd pay you hourly
To have you by my side.

Thank you for understanding
even when I'm trapped in confusion.
You hold my hand
Oh so firmly in your own
and we walk through the fog.
We walk together.
We walk together.

Could I take you back
to the days where love
was a yes or no question?
Lets touch the sky together
on a little old swing-set!
Lets giggle as our swings move in sync
You know what that means!

Come run in the feilds
as fast as we can
and pick the most beautiful dandelion we can find.
Come discover the simple exhilaration
 found in holding hands
and watch me blush
at your kiss on my cheek.

As we grow old lets always grow young.
I want to always find joy in the simple things.
I want to never feel like there isn't anything left to be explored.
And though we know
love may be more complicated
I want to always answer
with a yes or a no.

You are my best friend.
Yes you!
We'll play together
And we'll cry together
But through every up and down

You'll be there.

I'll be there too.

Would you sing me a lullaby tonight?
Is that too much to ask?
Would you tickle my ears with your gentle breath?
If I fell asleep,
would you stay by my side?

Come dance in my dreams,
and play in my thoughts
I want you here with me.

Come watch the sunrise on a thousand futures,
And tell me you see us in each of them.

I could make you happy!
Baby, I know I could make you happy!

I would love you and hold you
Through every darkened day
and every awakened night.

My world would be yours
My hopes,
my dreams,
my days,
my everything,
I give to you.

I love you!

I love you, I love you, I love you!

I know it may sound cheesy
but isn't that what love is?
A bunch of raw feelings
that came from the inside of our heart
pressured into hard deep affections
 and with time
 turned into a molded culturized devotion
that we crave to consume.

And maybe we're young and naiive.
Maybe the more advanced may scoff
and maybe we're two foolish kids
Falling for that foolish game called love.
But maybe
Just maybe
we're not.
Maybe 
Just maybe
we are looking on forever.

So darling, won't you take my hand?
And never let go?
Because
I don't know about you but...

I'm looking on forever.

My Butt Is Freezing Cold

The sun is bright

the sky is blue

the pond is wet

and my butt is cold.

Yeah, maybe the ducks are cool

but all I hear is squaking

slashing up a silent morning.

Yeah the leaves are fun

and crunchable

but all I see are dead tree's.

Mornings are not meant for pretty poems.

They're meant for sleep.

I waited an hour with a freezing butt

all for a bright glare in my face

and still a freezing butt.

Maybe I'm just not feeling it today.

Or maybe I just suck at writing.

Either way

a pretty poem

is not what you'll find on this blog today.

All you get is some pessimistic words

on what should have been beautiful

and a few complaints on how my butt is freezing cold.

Poetry at it's prime

Watch this. Breath the energy in. Live in the glory of his genius lyric. This is poetry at it's prime.