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Memory

2006-09-06T11:57:00.000-05:00

Okay, first of all, this is not MY work, this one was written by a friend of mine by the name of Meradi, so this is HER work...I just took it from her myspace page.

"Memory"

This may never start.
We could fall apart.
And I'd be your memory.
Lost your sense of fear.
Feelings insincere.
Can I be your memory?
So get back, back, back to where we lasted.
Just like I imagine.
I could never feel this way.
So get back, back, back to the disaster.
My heart's beating faster.
Holding on to feel the same.
This may never start.
I'll tear us apart.
Can I be your enemy?
Losing half a year.
Waiting for you here
I'd be your anything.
So get back, back, back to where we lasted.
Just like I imagine.
I could never feel this way.
So get back, back, back to the disaster.
My heart's beating faster.
Holding on to feel the same.
This may never start.
Tearing out my heart.
I'd be your memory.
Lost your sense of fear.
(I'd be your memory)
Feelings insincere.
Can I be your memory?
So get back, back, back to where we lasted.
Just like I imagine.
I could never feel this way.
So get back, back, back to the disaster.
My heart's beating faster.
Holding on to feel the same.
This may never start.
We could fall apart
And I'd be your memory.
Lost your sense of fear.
Feelings insincere.
Can I be your memory?
Can I be your memory?

A Little About Me...

2006-01-14T14:30:00.000-05:00

This is going to be a short summary of what's going on in my life right now. My name is Jarrett Willis, and I'm 18 years of age. I am in the US Air Force, and I am waiting right now for my date to leave for boot camp. I am REALLY into photography. If you look at my pictures section of this blog, you'll see that. I spend much of my time (aside from studying) playing poker and Halo 2 on my xbox. I also play the electric guitar, and I consider it a work in progress. If any of you out there would like to lose some of your money to me in poker, email me (jrwillis@usca.edu) and we can set up a match with a few friends. Weekends seem to work the best considering that I have a job and school all during the week. Feel free to browse through my blog and read everything posted...you never know when something a little more interesting is going to show up here. I plan on updating this a few times each week, so keep visiting. Also feel free to post comments to anything that I have posted on my blog, and let me know what you like or what I need to improve.

2005-11-08T02:21:00.000-05:00

My cousin, Daniel. Recently he became a Marine. He's one of my heroes. I love you man!

Anguish

2005-02-03T14:00:00.000-05:00

It’s been going on for a very long time now. I always watch for her. I always think about her. Every part of my existence is centered around her. If only she knew, things would be so much better. I wish I could speak to her. I wish I could tell her exactly what I’m thinking and feeling. It’s not right to keep all of these feelings and emotions inside of me, I know that. Yet, I can’t bring myself to tell anyone. I guess I’m just meant to stay lonely...longing for the one whom I idolize as a god. There is so much that I want to tell her, and simply let out from my bosom. Keeping it all bottled up inside of me is killing me. I think that I will probably lose my mind completely if I don’t say something soon. The only thing that gives me happiness is seeing her face. Just to hear her voice is like music to my soul. She is my very breath of air, my reason for living. If we cannot be together, then what’s the point? I want to see her, touch her. I go over it all in my head at least a thousand times a day. It is all perfect in my own world, but I will never know what exactly things would really be like. Because of my fear of what she might say, I am cursed to live in wonderment of what would say. Of all the saddest words of tongue or pen, the saddest are what might have been. Alas, I sill live in this torment every day. As I awake in the morning, I see her face before my eyes. I hear the sound of her voice as I make my way through the day. When she confronts me, I feel so much happiness...and anguish and despair. If only I could tell her what pulls at my heart all day and night. If only she could know that my love for her is deeper than the deepest ocean. But she will never know that. But still, I refuse to give up. My tears of love are a waste of time if I choose to look away now. Even if I wanted to, I still would never be able to turn away from her because trying to forget someone you love is like trying to remember someone you’ve never met. There seems to be no way for me to truly be happy and cured of this wonderfully awful disease. Even death is not an escape. Death cannot stop true love...it can only delay it for a little while.

Blog Assignment One

2005-01-23T23:28:00.000-05:00

For my first blog assignment, I am going to write about a bacardi commercial. I first saw this commercial a couple of months ago, so it's a little old, but I still like it. At the beginning of the commercial, a man in a fly costume is sitting on a bench in the park. He is talking to an old man in a fly costume. The old fly says that he was born 24 hours ago. He also says that he wasted his life. Then, he immediately falls over, dead.

After hearing this, the younger one flies away. He goes to a party and grabs a bacardi and dances with two women. He then grabs the two women and flies away. He continues his night partying, and then takes them to a hotel room. He is hanging from the ceiling watching the women having a pillow fight in their underwear. While he is watching this, he falls on the floor, dead.

This seems to be geared more toward college age to young men. The moral of the commercial is to get more out of life. Make it mean something. The commercial impies that if you drink bacardi and have fun, you will have, if not a more productive life, a more fulfillng and fun life. Drink bacardi, get women, have fun.

New Sections

2005-01-18T15:34:00.000-05:00

With graded blog assignments beginning this week, I have decided to create sections in this blog. From now on, only news about the blog and graded assignments will be posted here on my main page. Everything else will be divided into different categories and posted on their own pages. The links to these pages will appear on the left side of this main page. Also, you can return to this page by clicking the link, "Back to Main Page," (duh) which will be located right beneath the title on the left side of whatever page you are viewing. As of right now, I am planning on haveing 4 pages: My main page, Love Stories (which will contain all of my love stories and poetry), Pictures (random photos, snapshot of the week, and any pictures that any of you send me and would like for me to post), and finally, a Humor page (I think you can guess what's there). If anyone has any suggestions for any other content that I should post on my blog, please post a comment to let me know. I plan on being finished transferring all of my "stuff" by tomorrow morning. So check back and let me know what you think of it and what needs work.

Message to the Public

2005-01-18T10:21:00.000-05:00

Hey Everybody. I have been looking at my comments today, and while I am glad that you are all commenting on my work, I would like to assure you all that everything that I am posting on this blog is fictional. Everything here is made up, by me, for the soul purpose of entertaining the reader. Don't get me wrong, I am VERY glad that you are all posting comments, and I would very much like for you to continue doing so. I am just publishing this post to inform everyone that I'm not crazy, I don't have personal problems, and I'm not that weird. lol. So please keep me informed on what you think of each post, but also keep in mind that everything here is fictional.

The Darkness

2005-01-13T19:53:00.000-05:00

While I sleep,
The Darkness creeps up on me.
It whispers to me
And lies with me.
I feel suffocated,
Yet strangely arroused.
The cold, lifeless fingers
Don't feel quite so harsh.
The Darkness wraps them
Around my throat
Slowly, and swiftly.
And I allow it to do so.
There is a sense of comfort;
The illusion is like a dream:
A psychedelic and perverted reality
With no consequences or regrets.
I am confused and befuddled,
Not fully aware of what is happening.
The hands that touch The Darkness
Are incoherently digging a pit.
And I am a tool for It,
Preparing for my demise
When the Angel shall thrust me in,
From which there is no escape.