Success Is The Only Option

I succeed
Failure is not an option
It is a learning experience that is painful
I have had the painful experiences
Not failures.

I succeed
Winning point by point
Or acing a test
But when I flunk
It is an obstacle to overcome
Not a failure.

I am guarded
Too afriad to let anyone get close to me
That resembles weakness
That's unacceptable and unbearable
But I am social, and not because I have to
Rather because I need to.

I am not shy
I am not afraid to be me
From having a neglected childhood
To divorced parents
Having psychotic relationships, and overcoming them
I accept nothing less than success.

I raised my little sisters
When I was still a kid, myself
I was not resentful
Nor was I the one to argue
"Just shut up and get 'er done"
That is what I would think.

Did Micheal Jordan give up
When he was cut from the high school team?
Did Lucille Ball quit acting
When critics said she was too afraid?
Did Abraham Lincoln shut down after he lost 8 elections?
No.


Here I am
Unafraid, guarded, outstanding
The pain suffered was but a small moment in history
I overcome
I overdo
I know how to love and be kind
But better yet,
I know
I succeed.

I Remember

I remember dancing with you in the street.
I remember the stars shone bright, and no care in the world seemed to matter.
I remember the notes we shared.
I remember how we took a million pictures.
I remember the Porsche, and how much we were obsessed with it.
I remember your house, with the indoor basketball gym in the basement.
I remember watching movies, but not really watching.
I remember hunting, singing, hiking.
I remember going out to eat, and you just staring at me.
I remember how we met, although, it wasn't romantic at first.
I remember our first kiss.
I remember the time where you were all I thought about.
I remember feeling like the luckiest person in the world.
I remember getting caked in mud from a mud fight with you.
I remember prom, and the food.
I remember how it rained all day during prom.
I remember us going outside in the rain, hand in hand.
I remember slow dancing the night away in the rain.
I remember our prom clothes getting ruined, and I still laugh.
I remember the signs.
I remember you getting distant.
I remember how you broke my heart.
I remember how I turned my heart from something so nice, to stone.
I remember how you came back to me.
I remember telling you how I could care less how sorry you were.
I remember missing you.
I remember feeling sorry for myself, when I should have moved on.
I remember you being ashamed.
I remember you cheating on me.
Then I remember that I wasn't so sorry anymore.

The Woman In The Black Dress #13

I walk aimlessly towards the beach. For someone who has had as big of a misfortune as me, they would understand. No. Not misfortune, more like a hard life. It never seemed to end or slow down. I start to think that God is punishing me. But for what? The sand beneath my feet is scoldingly hot, the grains squish inbetween my toes. Focus. One thought at a time. With each step, a tear flows off my swollen cheek as the memories of my husband and I roll over my thoughts.

I step into the water. The coolness of it cools down my burning feet. The feeling was a calming sensation, however, my hatred still burned from within. My heart, engulfed in misery.

"Oh, God! Why have you done this to me?" "I know you love me, but do you really care?" "Why, God?" I sobbed, falling into the water on my knees. My hands sifted through the wet sand underneath the salty water. I grabbed a handfull and brought it to the surface. A precious sea shell appeared through the sand. Its shape, and colors were breath taking. It was like the shell my husband brought back when he went to Hawaii.

My husband just died of cancer. It was a long process for him, and extremely painful. He was suffering, and I couldn't do anything to save him. I watched him slowly die. The cancer basically sucked him dry of all life, and for that, and for many unanswered prayers, I was angry at God. I stood there, in my elegant, black dress. Crying. Pleading with God to give him back to me. I knew this wasn't going to happen. So, I turned towards the beach and started walking away. A thought came to me. I had no direction. I was lost...

"What am I suppost to do now, God?!" I yelled out to sea.

Impulse 2

Brad: "World's Best Cup of Coffee". Sounds like a scam.

Jamie: It's just coffee, not a bomb to blow up all of Juno.

Brad: (deep in thought) What if it is a bomb? (he says in hushed tones)

Jamie: Brad, don't be stupid. It's not a bomb alright?

Brad: (uneasy) What if it's poisonous?

Jamie: Why don't you order one and shut up.

(Jamie tells the waitress that she wants Hot Chocolate and Chicken Tortilla Soup. The waitress turns to Brad)

Waitress: Can I get you anything, sir?

Brad: Can I ask what's in your "World's Best Cup of Coffee"?

Jamie: You have got to be kidding me!

Brad: You can never be too sure these days.

Waitress: Uh... Coffee, sir.

Brad: Don't get smart with me! Just get me a Dr. Pepper then.

Waitress: Anything to eat?

Brad: I'm risking my life as it is ordering the drink! What are you trying to do? Poison me?

Jamie: I'm so sorry. He's not right in the head right now. He thinks that everyone is trying to kill him.

(the waitress just stares, then slowly slips away. Jamie is glaring at Brad now)

Brad: What?

Jamie: You're an idot.