Jeff Burton

Dude, I miss you so much. I read these stories and I remember the times we spent on IRC, and I can still see those paragraphs I helped you with, in probably the only place my words remain published because I thought my work was never good enough, despite what you told me. I don’t know what happened to you, one day you just weren’t there anymore and neither was I. But I never forgot man. I traveled the country dude, even California, I even briefly found the love that eluded me for so long. I’m older, a little wiser, and a little less lost yet I still have the memories and even the stories I wrote but never finished so long ago. I hope you’re still out there somewhere and your happy. And I hope someday maybe one day your beautiful creative soul crosses paths with mine again. With much love and cherished memories, — Jeff

A small collection of poems, written by emotion.

It was a dream from which you didn't want to wake, It was a step you didn't wish to take. No matter how much you willed it away, Nothing you said could have made him stay. Now you want nothing at all, Except wish that he would call. His voice to carry you high, Out of the pit and towards the sky. You know the call will never come, Because what was done cannot be undone. Now you live with the regret, Because of the course you set. Now you are alone, Which your heart cannot condone.

I can say I've been depressed for a very long time. I've been told depression can come and go, but for me it's been there for as long as I can remember. There are some periods there where it isn't as bad though. I've tried medication, and I haven't found one yet that doesn't have an adverse effect on me, so I quit taking it. There was a time though when it was bad and it made me very unstable. Usually for me though that lack of stability always occured when I was by myself. These days I'm by myself quite frequently and the episodes, well I haven't had one in a good long while. I definately don't think it's my fault, and it's something I try not to let effect other people. Since I've had it for so long I've grown the ability to ignore it when I'm with people, I've developed a fair amount of self control and pretty much keep it in check. Inside me it's a torrent though. Like a billowing storm that has no end. I can close my eyes and see a bubble surrounding it, keeping the storm contained. How I'm not sure anymore. There are days when it feels like the bubble may come down, I can feel it stretch, and weaken just a little bit but for the most part, it hasn't popped. Like most people who have depression, mine is most likely caused by a serious of unfortunate events that someone mentioned before, is simply the sub concious can not get over. I can relate to that, as these 'events' are numberous and never seem to stop. It does have it's adverse effects, it makes me anti social, quiet and reserved. I've seen how bad life can get, I've been at the bottom many times. Those experiances however have shaped how I handle other people. Since I know how bad it can really be, I'm not really an angry person if some minor to moderate inconveniance caused by someone else occures. Knowing how bad it can really get gave me the ability not to only sympathise or empathise with others, but it gave my heart the ability to be genuine with people. To really care. Really the only people who get it are customers at work, since outside of work I rarely want anything to do with anyone. It's crazy sometimes because in ways I'm surrounded by people yet feel so lonely, yet its all I know how to be. Depression makes me lack ambition, it makes me choose not to care about whats outside my immediate bubble unless I'm drawn to it because someone, somewhere needs some kind of support because they too are hurting. For me it has had its ups and downs, but I wouldn't be me without it. I'm not suicidal, nor am I up in everyones face. I don't express my saddness to the world because I do not feel the need for pity, nor for people feeling sorry for me because I don't feel sorry for myself. Really, I'm a very sensitive and emotional person. Sometimes it feels like I feel certain things a bit harder and more in depth then most people. But I treat life as simply a ride for my soul, for my essense, or whatever spark that's in each of us that makes us 'alive.' I learn what I can, do what I can on my own time, and simply wait it out till the end.

I read this and then sat and thought about it for the moment. I know for a fact that I am indeed quite stressed but for the life of me I'm not really bothered by it. Lately I've just been roller-blading or be out talking with the neighbors. Really I've been trying to settle down enough to write since that does do it. Now if I could only find a little focus (or someone to give me a swift kick in the rear)

I know this thread is old but, it actually gave me an idea for the Summer Anthology. I'm not sure if it holds to the idea perfectly but... It gave me one hell of a boost in my writing.

It's the end of one page, and the beginning of another. Happy Birthday Myr.

At times everyone needs a little whine. It's a relief valve, just make sure it doesn't get stuck open. Also, I miss ya Steve. -Jeff

Blood in the hotel room? Oi vei. Okay I've lived in this city and it's surrounding counties for all of my life. There's just places you don't want to go if you see something labled "oak cliff" turn around and drive away Mid cities is almost as scary. So if your on the Tarrant County side of the fence you're lucky Blood was on the ceiling and not on the bed. Anyway. Hope six flags was better. I'd be out there myself but my transmission blew up so it's my luck

That was indeed intense. And the crazy thing is I got to agree with em. The above list is pretty much why I never really cared to be gay. I didn

Do you guys know where your gonna meet up on friday night?

I plan on it.

Yeah I just found out actually. Depending on how my visit to the transmission place goes tomorrow I may pop up somewhere.

I've had an account here for a couple of years and only just realized in a fit of insomnia that I've never actually posted on the forums. Crazy how that works eh? I'm what you call a prolific reader, and I do write some. Or at least I used too. Maybe I will again. Anyway just wanted to say hi. - Treyvan

Hello everyone, I've been a fan of this site for uh a great long time. Alot of thestories here have kept me great company over the years so I figured I'd attempt to participate in some of it as well (I write a little but still learning!) Anyway see you all out there ~ Jeff

Wow... I haven't seen that in a long time. Talk about memories and nostalgia. Thank you for posting that.