No heroes.

There wasn’t any hero’s welcome.
No parades, no cheering crowds, no confetti, no citation from the president, “Thank you, you did a good job.”

No.
Nothing at all.

It was my mangled, clenched fist that fought for everything; my hopes that lay wasted on tear-soaked shoulders; my concern that hovers silently over deafened ears.

Still, there were no thanks, though…never asked for any…
The princess needed saving and that was enough.

So here I am, a veteran of the battlefield; just a damn old tired soldier, sent out to fight again and again. Not for me to question why…

Just once more…into the breach…

>>Love<<

Happy Valentine’s Day!

I’ll keep this short.

For the girl this is meant for…
I hope you understand that this is more than just words; that I finally could say what my heart and soul have been telling me ever since I met you, and that, even though I cannot promise you forever, nor guarantee you the world, I can only hope that you see what I am and what I offer: to love you with no regret and no hesitation, always and forever.

Wherever you are and whatever has or will happen to us, you will forever have a piece of my heart.

Happy Valentine’s Day.

Here’s to love.

Happy Valentine’s Day….

She turned away for a moment, hiding the tears that she eventually couldn’t hold back. I took a step forward, hand outstretched but was stopped by her voice.

“I’m sorry.”

I could only stand there; mouth closed, heart wide open.

“I’m not saying that I appreciate you for everything because of sympathy, I sincerely said it because you mean something and everything you’ve said to me means something to me.
I appreciate every single thing that you’ve done to make me smile.
I could never have asked for more or anyone else to make me smile but you.
I turned to you everytime I am down because I love the way you are, what you do to make me smile, what you say to keep me thinking positive.
Or how you goof around and be yourself…
…how you look at me when you think I’m not looking at you…
…how you blush when I say something sincere…
I love the way you look at me and say things will be ok, or the tone of your voice when you say things are going to be alright when you and I both know it’s not just because it’s strong and calming.
I love everything that you are.”

She paused.
A pause that I am too familiar with.
This time, it was my turn to speak.

“I get it.”
“……”
“I just….for a moment, I just let myself believe that there was something between us.”

She replied, “We do have something between us…”

“It’s just not what you wanted.”

Putting a hand on my chest, she slowly came in closer only to push herself away from me, and everything I could have been. My heart hit the floor at the same time the roses did. An eastern wind blew behind me as I whisper something into it  hoping that it would carry it to her ears…

“Happy Valentine’s Day…”

Pro / mise

Hello. Let me start off this rant with a flowchart I so expertly made.

According to top researchers, this is an accurate depiction of the dating scene.

And to the point: I hella got flowcharted.

And the winner is…

I’m sure most of us have fallen into this situation before, but rarely admit that it’s happening.
Well, for a nice guy like me, I am always the one to get left behind (aka cheated on).
That’s not what I’m talking about though, what I wanted to get into is AFTER the breakup.

Have you ever felt the need to show them that you did much better than they expected you would do after the breakup?

“…I miss your face…”

That’s what she told me.
She said, she missed my face.
As odd of a phrase it was….I smiled.

Someone misses my face.

I couldn’t help but smile…but only for a little…

The Master of Bad Timing.

Hey, sorry again for not having the time to post this week. I always feel like I should post something meaningful everytime I log on but there have been days where I sit here and stare at this blank slate thinking about what I’ve been going through.

Well anyways, I found out recently that I am a superhero. I apparently am the Master of Bad Timing.

Watch my show weekly! >_<

The Ten Dimensions to the Meaning of Life

Today has been a bit slow, I’ve been sick since my return from Canada but my mind has been given a mental workout while I rest my physical state in this couch.

It started off with me having a couragous dogfight in the infinite beauty of space, only the stylus and the Nintendo DS in my hands being the flaming sword to smite all opposers. Pontificating to deaf ears about the duties of being a true Star Fox pilot (which I advice anyone that reads this to go to your local game store and purchase this game immediately), I calmly shut the game off and turn on the TV.

Comedy central, it seems, is playing Dogma.

I hate Kevin Smith but this was a great movie.

Stolen moments…

First off, I’m calling it.
I’m a bitch. I just saw this movie and I liked it.

Holy shit, I'm lame.

Despite my need of castration, I will admit to a lot of the things said in this movie…

Kyra, here. Post here.

So, you want me to take back what I said.

Are you telling me you want to date me?!

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“Wait, I’m reading this one right now…wtf is this?”

“Thanks, Kyra.”
“No problem. “
“So…do you wanna go out or something?”
“Ewww, no.”

“Did I ever say that…?”
“No…not really, but it made for a good ending to the post.”
“You gotta take that back, I need to have a good reputation with your friends.”
“Then post in it. Post in my blog. Tell them that you would go out with me.”
“Ok.”
“…what?“
“Fine!!!”
“…really?”
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I’m saving this spot to write something but right now…I’m working on something for a company. >_<