Enoch

Life's curves I don't know, I get so confused sometimes. I listen to people talk, read stories (fiction, i know) and like all stories there's usually a grain of truth in them. They do came from someone's experiences. Like it's been said, there's nothing new under the sun. Years ago I admitted to a friend that being gay scared me not because of what other people thought, since I had been through so much already by the age of 27 to worry with opinions not my own. It scared me because I never saw any older gay couples and I didn't want to die alone. I think the fear of dying alone made me reach out through the internet to feel close to more people since I was limited at home. Through all the chemo, radiation, and other crap I had to deal with, I was always scared of dying alone. I mean I knew my parents would always be there for me, but I mean that someone, that special someone. Yet the more I learn about life, the more I feel alone. I don't even know why I'm writing this. I'm not in remission yet, but I should be soon. So, I guess I'm getting better. There's still the bone marrow transplant donor to find and do. But, things are looking better again. Yet, I also see now that I missed out on so much as a teenager. I think I would trade my life today to have had a normal life as a teenager. Making all the mistakes and finding the new experiences. I guess I'm making a fool of myself. Tonight I set up most of the night reading a long story on nifty and envied the characters, even the sad ones. At least they got to experience life. I guess after so many years of battling my battles, I'm starting to become a little bitter over it. I do treasure my online friends, even some of the old guys that pretended to be teens before they either literally died from old age or disappeared. Life isn't always fair, in fact, it rarely is. But, I have to have the hope and belief that if you pour yourself into life, in the long run, it's all worth it. I am however real enough to know that's not always true. And it saddens me to see people have to deal with the worst life can throw at you. I wish the world wasn't like that. And like I said earlier, I dunno why I'm writing this, but here it is, raw, unedited me. Please, if you feel you can't take anymore, it will get better. There's nothing life can throw at us that we can't over come or find a way around it, it will get better. Nothing last forever, including the bad times, it will get better. Reach out to someone, talk to someone, share your feelings, it will get better. Never ever give up, it will get better. There are organizations that are there to help us through the bad times, it will get better. The Trevor Project is just one of those, reach out to them, support their work, it will get better. The Trevor Project

I've said it once and I'll say it again, you're a very naughty boy!

Oh My God!!! It's not like I have any insight to what the ending is going to be. It's just a feeling I wish Richie would be understanding, but if you have spent months trying to prepare yourself for death only to be thrown into the life of darkness, you might be a little bitter. But I do feel that in the end, Richie will play a key role in helping Justin save Taryn from what everyone thinks is his fate. I can't accept that Justin will save the world and bring everyone together only to lose his true love. If it ends up that way, I will be truly disappointed.

I don't believe in destiny. Or at least in that it means fated to happen. I believe where there is free will, there's hope. Where there is hope, all things are possible. Especially since there is an author that can make anything happen Perhaps the answer does lie in the circles. Maybe seeing the interconnections between people and events that leads to events can allow Justin to accomplish what's best for all and save Taryn as well. But, as I sometimes say, Time Tells All Tales.

I already have a feeling Richie isn't going to like being a vampire and may end up being more like Taryn's brother.

I already read it and said I liked it

I agree with you Mike. Justin's love for his friend and mother even with his troubles at school, his mother's drinking. his father walking out. and his friend's cancer, had a hook in my heart, like you, from the beginning. Not to mention his kick ass extra!

Sorry, I'm a bad boy.

Thank you Mark, and you're more than cool, you're awesome!

Of all the characters in all the stories by Comicality, who do you feel the most for? Not who is the hottest or the sexiest or the one you want to spend a night or a life time with. But which one grabs at your heart the most and makes you just want to hug them and take all their problems away?

Life can sometimes seem like you are just barely holding on to a thin weak string. Having a hard enough time that you are just getting through life one day at a time, and can't see a reason why to plan your life any further than one day at a time. But the truth is, nothing lasts forever, including bad times. I have had my share of things gone wrong. At 15, I realized I was more interested in guys and their bodies than girls. This lead me to getting caught sneaking a peek at a high school sports star taking a leak. Which lead to me becoming his personal sex slave over that summer. I had mixed emotions about the whole thing, but I was getting what I wanted from him, sex. But everything was totally for his pleasure, none for me. He used blackmail to keep me under his control, but in the end I think he was more afraid of me than I was of him. Nevertheless, that too passed. So the summer of blackmail was over and on to a new beginning with the new school year. But, it wasn't a few weeks before I was informed that I had an aggressive form of leukemia A.L.L.. That in and of itself is unusual because mostly adults have the ALL form. Yet, my parents, doctors, and friends all expected me to beat it, and so far I have with a few relapses. But for whatever reason, I had side effects and tumors. It seems my body likes to grow them. I've lost my voice box, a kidney, and part of my liver. Yet, here I am. I always try to look at things through other people's eyes. I know that I haven't had an easy life so far medically, but my life has been blessed. It's the starving children in Africa, the Middle East, the Far East, that have it a lot worse than I do. How can I, with a straight face, complain about my life when so many go to bed with hunger pains. How can I complain about all the doctors I've had to see over the last 12 years when some kids will never see a doctor. How can I complain about not getting another car yet when some kids today will never own a car or ride in one. It has been said that this country is becoming a country of victims. I refuse to be a victim. Every day is a new beginning. Every day you walk out your door, you are choosing the path you walk. You alone have control over what you say and do with others. You should be the only one that has control over your emotions and thoughts. So it's only you that chooses to smile or not. A smile can go a long way in making a difference in not only your life, but others as well. Because of my illness, I do tend to live life one day at a time, but I do have plans for my future. I intend to go to the University of Kentucky, against my Dad's wishes (He wants me to go to Virginia where he went), but he knows my love of Kentucky basketball and thinks I'll return home to Virginia for Law School. We'll see. I hope each of you that read this get something good from it. Life is a wonderful experience even with the bad stuff that happens. We surely can over come the barriers placed in front of us, or be smart enough to learn a way around them. The bottom line is, life is what you make of it. If you choose to be a victim, that's what you'll be. But if you choose to live life as best you can, you can be a happy person with control over life. So smile, because you have the power.

Our pain may not be exactly alike, but I feel if you read one of my blogs on myspace you might find there are not so far apart. So, I think I can say I feel your pain and let you know you are not alone.

Thank you for sharing a piece of your heart with us. It reminds me of my grandpa and the hurt I still have for his passing. Yet it also reminds me of all the fond memories I have of him.

I'm not totally sure what you mean by expanding, but I'm interested. You are more than welcome to write me anytime and have a willing listener or in this case reader. Thank you very much for reading and commenting. It means a lot to have anyone, but especially people of your talent to comment.

This poem was written about a time I spent in the hospital when I was in my mid-teens. This was my second operation to have a tumor removed. Once they got in, they had to take out a kidney. I felt like nothing I did was making a difference. My body was working against me. And when my parents visited, I would alway see the tears in their eyes when they looked at me. I was starting to give up. Then nightmares began. I couldn't take it anymore. Then one day, my best friend visited me. The Shadow Please let me know what you think. Should I continue to write or leave it to others that know what they are doing?

You naughty naughty boy.

The Shadow A shadow, a faceless figure stands off in the distance, in a black cloak dressed. My eyes narrowed, searching for the unknown motive, trying not to stress. As the shadow draws nigh, darkness seems to surround me. Where's the light? The heart quickens, cold sweat, muscles tense, I turn and take flight. I awake to the sound of beeps, in a room of white and disinfectant smell. Voices outside the door, people dressed in white, a place I know too well. Familiar voices enter the roo

I would want to be Justin from GFD, because I would "have" Taryn! Not to mention a kick ass extra. Then I would be King of the vampires with Taryn at my side. I could live an eternity with Taryn.

I remember reading Its Not Easy Being a Tree back at the first of the year and I really enjoyed it. And I am still reading The Move as it comes out. Both are well written stories by talented authors. GA has a lot of talented authors I enjoy reading. I'm really glad I found GA so I can read more stories like these and all of Comicality's stories. Come on Comicality, we need more of Gone from Daylight!!!

The times are changing, for the good or the bad, time will tell. Thank you for reading my poem and taking the time to leave a comment.

Thank you Greg for reading my poem and your kind words. They mean a great deal to me.

I kind of thought the same last night.

Thank you Michael. It's always good to be told that something you've done means something to others. And yeah, I can be a brat at times But, I use to be a lot worse

I've recently posted three poems here and I was hoping for some feedback to know if I should or should not continue to post anything at all. O' My Lake My Angel My Devil Stand Tall Stand Free

As I mentioned in chapter 50 review, I love the story and am found left wanting. I will PM you an idea. Awesome story!