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We Laughed Until We Cried.

Oh man, we were livin'.

Sittin' there reminiscin'.

Yeah, we sang and talked and

travelled back in time.

We laughed until we cried. ♥

Dear Heart.

Dear Heart,


I'm sorry for the agony.

I'm sorry for all the times,

You've fallen to pieces.



Dear Mind,

I'm sorry for the fantasy.

I'm sorry for the pain,

I've made myself endure.



Dear Eyes,

I'm sorry for the tears,

I'm sorry that you drowned,

In pain that wasn't yours.




Dear Pillow,

I'm sorry for the screams,

I'm sorry for the sleepless nights,

It wasn't my fault.



Dear Love,

Why did you hurt me like you did?

All I want is to be accepted?

Why would you deny me that?

Walk a Little Straighter.

  You're still leading me.

That Bitch.

I think everyone has that one loud ass bitch you would love to slap the shit out of.

Age Is Just a Number Take 2.

Same Senior: "I'm older than you."

Same freshman: "You'll die first."

Senior: "You say that again and I'll guarantee you'll die first."

Swimming and Cheerleaders.

Swimming is the only sport where you can wear less than a cheerleader and look better.

Dude...

You are white as shit. Pull your pants up and walk faster.

Good-byes.

The most painful good-byes are the ones that are never said and never explained.

Growing Up.

As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to ever let you down probably will. You will have your heart broken, probably more than once, and it's harder every time. You'll break hearts too, so remember how it felt when yours was broken. You'll fight with your best friend and maybe even fall in love with them. You'll blame a new love for things an old one did. You'll cry because time is passing too fast and you'll eventually lose someone you love. So take too many pictures, laugh too much, and love like you have never been hurt, because every sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you'll never get back.

Those Days.

Five years old
First day of school
Barbie backpack on
thinkin I was cool

I remembered comin back
tellin about my first day
Couple years later
Got my first bad grade

And I never understood
why mom smiled and kept laughing
my face was red and I kept crying
I was relieved when momma said
It was all okay..

Times were easy
Just a game of tag
Lots of cute boys
for me to chase

First skinned knee
Cause I tripped and fell
got so mad
and covered my face
Oh..How I miss those days..
Runnin through the house
playin cops and robbers
havin so much fun
with my little brothers

Nothin made sense
and I liked it that way
I love you
was so easy to say

Times got harder
the game of life
too much to do
but so little time

First broken heart
from my first love,
my family was torn apart
nothin was ever enough

I wished for change
every night and day
for ones to change their ways
but it all got harder
throughout those days..

These are new times
new people, new ways
ten years from now
Hope I can say..
I miss those days

She's My Baby.

Alyssa Kaye, you're my baby girl. No matter what you ever need me for,

I promise I'll be there for you.

Pinky promise. ♥

Age Is Just a Number.

Senior: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I'm older than you!

Freshman: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. You'll die first.

I Miss You.

You can miss someone who died , you can miss someone who moved away, but the worst is having to miss someone you see everyday.

Relationship Equation.

Relationships= 1 girl + 1 boy + 1 stupid hoe that ruins everything.

Oh Shit...

..... I just said that out loud didn't I?

Swim Team!

I'm on the swim team at school now! YAY! :D

Light and Sound.

Light travels faster than sound. This is why some people appear bright until you hear them speak.

"You're So Pretty!"

"You're so pretty!"
"No, I'm not!" :(


Listen here, bitch. You're gonna shut the fuck up and take that God damn compliment.

Mind Your Own Business!

If I say "it's personal", that's your cue to butt the hell out.

THANKS.

Why?

Out of ALL the people in the world, WHY did I have to meet YOU? Great.

When I Die...

I swear to God I'm going to haunt you. I'll knock shit off walls, slap you in the back of the head, and change the channels on the tv right before the Titans score a touchdown. Just for all the hell you've put me through. Serves you right.

Bitch, Did I Ask You?

I really hate it when I'm talking to some one and some one else butts in with their two cents worth. Did I ask you? No. So shut the fuck up.

"I Need You." LOL JK.

Don't let the door hit you where the Good Lord split you.

"OMG. And he was like.. and I was like... and he was like... and ooooh girl...."

Sometimes it's all I can do when people are telling me some kind of stupid story about how their neighbor's dog's former owner's mother's brother's granddaughter's boyfriend's cat's fuck buddy's owner's gardener's mom's ex boyfriend's sister-in-law twice removed on his aunt's side did something stupid not to just stomp my foot like I did when I was little and yell "SHUT UP! NOBODY CARES!"

"You Can Only Do What You Can Do."

I love my first block teacher.

"You can only do what you can do."
-Coach Derek Crutchfield.
21 September 2010.
Block 1.
American Government.


♥

I love...

Writing, skies full of stars, getting butterflies when I'm nervous, the sound of waves as they crash on the shore, painting pictures in my mind, dancing when no one's around, making wishes on 11:11, late night walks, watching reruns of CSI at two in the morning on a school night, chasing time as it passes by, the thought of college, the sounds of a big city, days when I'm sick and can lay around doing nothing, summer nights, chasing fireflies, being alone for long periods of time, the word "whisper", the sounds of a newborn baby crying, sweet old couples that still love each other, passing a test I thought I'd failed, Friday night high school football games, light that erases the dark, inside jokes, seeing my dad after he's been gone for awhile, finally speaking my mind, when my puppy wants to cuddle up next to me late at night, old people's stories, getting letters in the mail, laying in the grass, watching the clouds, walking outside in the fall and smelling fire wood burning, flipping my pillow to the cool side, hot showers on a horrible day, getting dressed up, feeling special, the feel of grass on bare feet, overhearing some one say something nice, listening to "Rockin Around the Christmas Tree" in July because it's the best song EVER, secrets, the beating of two hearts, watching the sunset, pretty pictures, going out on the lake, fresh cookies, homemade soup, and memories that will never be forgotten.

♥

She's the Girl.

Another poem by me. :D
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She’s the girl that giggles and wears skirts that are too short,

She messes around with the guys, just for the sport.

Yea she’s the girl you roll your eyes at as she walks by,

The girl who’s popular and doesn’t even have to try.

She’s the girl who’s dating the football star,

And everyone tells her that she’s gonna go far.

Constantly wearing pink, and fixing her makeup,

Passing notes in class, never shutting up.

Her hair’s always in place, and her outfits are perfect,

You glare at her, knowing trying to be nice isn’t worth it.

She’s always got her cell phone, texting throughout class,

And you hope that next message will be her last.

She’s the girl that gets away with everything,

All the teachers love her, and her family would give her anything.

She’s head cheerleader, and all the guys kiss the ground she walks on,

She’s that little bubbly chick, the preppy, brainless blonde.

She’s the girl you hate, even though she’s not all that bad,

She’s the girl whose life you secretly wish you had.


-Logan Glover.
18 September 2010.
♥

About Me.

I hate typing about me's. I never know what to say. I know what I WANT to say, but there's no way I'm putting it on one. Ever. They usually end up saying: "I'm Logan. I'm 16. I'm a writer, and I don't need anybody but myself." or "I'm Logan. I'm 16, and there's nothing else to me." or something like that. Short, sweet, and to the point. But that's not exactly true. There's alot more to me. It's just stuff that no one has ever cared to take the time to learn.

So I'm writing my own about me right here. Mostly since nobody will ever read it more than likely. What could it hurt? Here goes:

I'm Logan. I'm 16. I'm a writer. I've been to hell and back.

I'm annoying and confused. Don't try to figure me out, because you will regret getting to know me. I promise. But hey, you're already here, so you may as well read the rest. I took the time to type it. Humor me.

I'm depressed and yet the happiest girl in the world (rarely, but hey, it does happen). I'm the girl you'll ignore. You won't notice me unless you happen to be looking for me for some reason.

I'm the girl that doesn't stand up for herself like she should. You can run over me, and I won't say anything about it.

I try to be a good person, but I'm not. I'm selfish, stubborn, and you're better off without me.

I have dreams. I always have. Since I was a little girl I dreamed of getting married to a man that loved me and having a large family. But recently I've realized that those dreams are the kind that aren't going to happen. I'm going to do what makes me the happiest. That means I'm going to live in Colorado, be a writer, live in an apartment, and have a kitten. My dad says that I have to go to Motlow, but he's wrong. I'll take out a student loan and go where I want. And I don't care if I have to spend the rest of my life paying it back. I'll be happy for the first time in a long time, and you can all get over it.

I'm not pretty or friendly. I'm not perky or hyper. I'm plain, shy, quiet, and calm.

I may not be the best person you've ever met (and I know I'm not) but I'm hoping that someday I'll be the girl that everyone wishes they had been a little nicer to.

Things to Love.

♥ :

Red starbursts, not the pink ones.
Comfortable jackets.
Big cities.
Denver, Colorado.
Writing.
Reading a good book.
Friday night high school football games.
Summertime.
Carmex.
Ramon noodles.
Blue or brown eyes.
Making wishes.
Smiles.
Mexican food.
The beach.
Quiet people.
Black and white together.
Hugs.
I love you's.
Little kittens that love to cuddle with you.
Great big brothers.
Pinky promises.
Good songs.
Late nights.
Friends.
Family.
The thought of college.
Lockets.
Babies and little kids.
CSI and NCIS.
Hot showers.
Being organized.
Daisies.
Keith Urban.
Pretty pictures.
Peaceful moments.
Swimming.
Necklaces.
Moments that I'll remember forever.
♥

Invisibility.

I see him
And he sees me
Or does he

I look at him
And get a glance once in awhile
Sometimes I get a smile

It was fine
Until he found out how I feel
Like it's not real

Now he walks by
Like I'm not there
Just like the air

What does he see
Does he see me
Or just invisibility.



-Logan Glover.
15 September 2010
♥

Well...

Apparently I'm really plain and boring. That's what I've been told a time or two anyway. I'm not perfect (and believe me, I've tried to be). I've often been told I'm a fighter, not a lover. And I guess that's true. No one has been able to change me yet, and they have most certainly tried. What you see is NOT what you're going to get. I'm a totally different person after you get to know me. And no, you probably won't like any of it. I guess most of that is my problem.

I'm nothing special. I hear people say "no regrets, just lessons learned" alot. Screw that. I regret alot of things I've done, and I'd change every bit of who I am if I could. I'm trying so hard to forget my past. Yeah, I know that's what made me who I am today. So what? I don't like who I am, and that's really none of your business... Harriet...

I've learned the hard way not to let one person be your whole world. It will soon crumble, and then you have nothing. The only person you can ever count on is yourself. Don't let anyone lie to you.

I hate the fact that I'm what most people call a "country girl". Buuuullllll. I do NOT belong here. Denver, Colorado is my destination, and I swear I'll be there one day. With or without the people I know now, it makes no difference to me anymore. If you don't care, I'll stop caring, too.

I've recently decided I'm living my own life and I don't care about pleasing you, or you, or the kid next to you. You've got your own life, use it. Not mine.

I don't have enough confidence, probably. Except on some things. I also don't have a lot of will-power or dedication to anything. I'm not going to fight you for anything. If you want it that bad, you can have it. I was fine before, and I'll make do after.

Some of my family means alot to me, and some of them don't. I don't care if that hurts anybody's feelings. You didn't have to read this.
Stepping on toes is something I'm getting fairly good at here lately.

I like to think I'm nice. But then again that's pretty much up to you to decide.

I'm a girly girl. Not as much as some girls. I don't do a whole lot of pink, or purses, and what not, but do NOT bring a bug, dirt, or anything like that anywhere near me. Especially spiders. I will scream and cry like a baby until it's dead. Don't think I won't.

I've liked some one ALOT before, and that seemed to backfire on me. Nice to know you let other people's opinions of you keep you from doing what you want to do. I guess that's my loss, huh? Oh well.

I usually get on people's nerves by either not talking at all, talking like a counselor when I DO talk, or correcting other people's grammar when they talk. Sorry, but I can't help it. Bad grammar is the one thing that never fails to annoy the heck out of me.

I'd like to say I don't and won't change for anybody, but I can't. I probably would if some one I really liked came to me and told me to change. Simply because I let people boss me around too easily. I should probably work on that.

Photography is a small passion of mine. I'm not that good, but I really do love it. I can't see myself making a career out of it simply because something else is calling my name.

I don't smile or laugh alot just randomly. But that doesn't mean I'm upset. I just find it annoying when people strut around smiling like an idiot and laughing and giggling about random nonsense. Perky people are pretty annoying. Which is probably why I love Samantha and Evan so much. They get it.

I'm NOT stupid. I'm actually a very smart girl. AND just for the record, the main goal I have for my life is to make every one sorry for how they've been to me for the past fifteen years. One of these days they will be.

I don't speak my mind alot, but when some one asks me something I'm going to tell them what I really think. And this tends to get me in trouble sometimes. I'm not one for sugar-coating things.

I'm not much of a lover, to be honest. (I said that earlier). So there are only about fifteen people I really* love. And maybe three or four that I would die for. And I'd do it without a second thought. Especially for my sweet girl.

I don't trust people. I honestly think that everyone would sell some one out for either theirself or some one else if it came down to it. I know I would.

I'm really stubborn and hard-headed. I don't take much advice from anyone. If I don't want to hear what you have to say I'll either tell you or just flat-out ignore you.

The hardest lesson I've ever learned is having to forget the people who forget me. It hurts to let people go, but if they want to walk away then what other choice do I have? I'm not going to force some one to stick around when they don't care anymore.

So many people have told me that life isn't easy, but they promised me that it would always be worth it. I've yet to see that they were right. Maybe it is, maybe it's not. So far in life the only thing I have to live for is writing.

I'm a nerd. Not a lot of people like nerds (at Adamsville anyway). But hey, I am what I am. The best thing about being a nerd though, is that nobody starts drama with the nerds.

When I tell you I love you, I mean it. I don't say that to just anybody. But I'm not going to keep saying it if you're not going to show any sort of reaction to it at all.

I wear my heart on my sleeve alot. More than I should. I get upset over the littlest things. Everything must be perfect, and if it's not, I have a melt down. Always.

It really does take a lot to make me mad. But when I'm mad, I'm really mad. I get that from my dad. I also tend to hold grudges for a while. And I don't care if that's good or bad. That's me.

I wish I was a better person. But I guess there have to be some good and some bad in this world. And yes, I do mean that I think I'm a bad person. Since November anyway. I've been told I am enough.
 
I don't know why I felt the need to pour my heart out right now. But I'm glad I did. I feel alot better. For now anyway.

Learn to Talk, You Idiot!

I hate it when I run into some dumb hillbilly that can't talk right. For crying out loud, I know toddlers with better grammar than Larry the Cable Guy.

NEWSFLASH #1: It's pronounced "Estill Springs", not "Estale Sprangs".

NEWSFLASH #2: It's not funny when you talk like that. ^^^

NEWSFLASH #3: It's also not cute.

NEWSFLASH #4: Overalls are not attractive. Ever. I'd rather my daughter date a guy with his pants around his knees than one in overalls and hay in his mouth.

NEWSFLASH #5: Lynard Skynard is the one who sings "Sweet Home Alabama". Let's keep it that way.

This is one more reason I don't like small towns. I hate running into people in Wal-Mart and them saying stupid things like "Oh well hay there lil lady. How's it goin' over there where bouts you live? How's ya momma 'n 'em? Tell 'em I said hi now, ya hurr?"

People like that are the reason people look down on Southern people. Because the ones they meet talk like idiots and make the rest of us look bad. At least TRY to sound educated when you talk.

Humor the ones of us who are normal.

Please.

Mom and Pop Shops.

They absolutely SUCK. I hate small town stores and diners. Especially when you walk in one and some old hillbilly in overalls comes out to take your order and looks like he hasn't showered in a year. Umm, thanks, Jethro, but I'll pass on the good eats.

And they all have that smell to them. Seriously. Who likes that smell anyway? No one, that's who. No one likes that smell. And you know what I'm talking about. (No, not the smell from Jethro this time). That smell is the smell that is in every small town diner and Mom and Pop Shoppe in America. And not only that, but it stays with you for two hours after you've left.

Another thing that irritates me about these places is the food. I'm just not one for tradtional home cooked food I guess. I also don't like not knowing who is touching my food. My dad finds it odd I'll let a Mexican fix my food and not a "good old Southern boy".

Well, if the Mexican screws it up, he gets deported. If Jethro screws it up you get a coupon for a free oil change.

I'm sticking with Pedro.

Always Remember to...

Smile at strangers on the street.

Dance when no one's around.

Love with all your heart.

Believe in promises.

Play like a kid.

Dream of the future.

Write to live.

Inspire others and yourself.

Try everything once.

Work hard.

Trust your heart.

Wish on shooting starts.

Listen to the voice in your head.

Cherish all the memories.

Learn something new every day.

Sing your heart out.

Care about yourself.

Whisper late at night.

Wonder about the mysteries of life.

Pray every night.

Hope for the best.

Imagine how things could be different.

Share your life stories.

Laugh when you want to cry.

Know that things could always be worse. ♥