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Sharon asks…
Its long, but help me with my best guy friend?
Me and my best are like umpa tight 
. My name is Daniela, and well His name is Jehu, we have a strong relation ship. We are both Jehovah Witnesses, so we don’t date. He said I was pretty and such. We always love to hanging out and we talk always. Anyway, my friend notices when he reads and he sits back down he stares at me.. When t he reunion is done, he looks for me. A couple days ago he sent me this picture of him (It was cute ) Also, I love him.. I care about him. I gave him a friendship bracelet. and he gave me one. I always wear mine as wll as he. Last year I gave him a puppy dog and he gave me two big flowers with a card that said I love you. One time I was crying and he sent me a message “Danii? Danii! Are you ok? Im here for you.. I love you.” He also gave me a nickname, Minimi, he teases me for being short 
Cause he is a few incehs taller then me. Im a 5 so he is about a 5’2 or 5’3. On saturday his family had a get to gether. Only 9 people went. When i got there he said ” You looked sad when you come in are you ok?” We went outside and well we played hide and seek. I followed him and I kept bumping against him.. I felt like kissing him there,, Alone,, At Night,, But I didnt.. Then I threw away some pizza boxes and we were talking he was like “I can beat you in a race” You wish I responded pushing him against the wall. We went onto the grass and he’s like.. I’ll count, He ran GO! I was like what XD. Oh ya When he were seeing who would be the person who counts for hide and seek I put my foot in, They were new cute checkered converse, He stepped on them and I was Jehu! He blushed and scooted away. <3 Inside Late on people played a game and I was standing there waiting for my team and well swinging my hips a little. He's like "Yewh dance weird" I just smiled and put my hands in a heart and giggled, He smiled and walked away. I'm sorry this is so long XD Theres waaaay more. A couple months before there was a party and for the whole time he stared at me. Like a statue..He asked me to dance and ya a slow dance. So anyway back to the get to gether. So we were talking a picture (group) he kept ruffling my hair with a baloon. and at the end he opened His arms and I was Nuuuh and I poked his sides. Your mean D: He said playfully, 15 minutes before I left I opened my arms and he hugged me. When I finally left I was holding something in my hands both. and I was like Byeee Jehuu and Body bumped his front and I took a step he grabbed and hugged me from behind. Does he like me? He said he wants me to attened the same highschool as him. I said dure Anyway, when we talk He puts his hands in his pockets and smiles. He is gorgeous. Sometimes I just want to grap him and kiss him.. Grr. His cheek or lips. Whatever, I’ve been dreaming about him recently. And he said he has dreamt about me. His sister tells me when a Lady asked them to go to eat and they were sitting down, all of a sudden he says “Why dont you call daniela?” Why? my friend asked, and he was quiet and was like “Erm.. Well… Shes.. alone at home!” So they called me and they passed me to him he was nervous. Cute :3. I think he nows I like him or love him. His parents are wonderful. Oh ya. Weres on a 2 week vacation and he really wants to do something. I was thinking Rollar skating he said awesome. So ya were going NEXT year (Get it? January 2010 On thee 2nd) And I wanted to well see.. WHat should I do? Kiss him? Cheek? XD Too soon right? I dont know. Does he like me? When he was he stares at me and he sometimes touches his hair and says somthing random like” Oh ya you have a part next week” And he always looks for me. He sometimes pops out in front of me to say Hi. Im like Jehu xD Your gonna kill me … Ya.. I gave him my year book picture He always asks for it and a letter. He gave me love letters before. We were way younger XD Like 10. Right now we are both 13. Yesterday when we were preeching His parents turned around and he hugged me from behind. We went to grab ice cream after preecing and He hugged my front. He sent me a lest that said I Love you..
So.. What do I do?
Does he like him? Should I kiss him? Nah right? Im confused
Btw: were 13.
admin answers:
You’re not going to like my answer….. But thirteen is too young to date, to kiss because they lead quickly to other things. You have high school to finish. You should go on group dates for the safety of both of you., talk and do things together but no where you’d be both be alone. Although I know how you feel.
Here’s why: there are 27 sexual diseases out there, possibility of pregnancy, possibility of the relationship not working.(a huge percentage). If you get too intimate, then you’re in trouble with your religion and the elders. Plus your hormones and his are probably RAGING. If you tried to get intimate, you might even lose your friendship which sounds valuable to you. Please consider these points. God bless.
George asks…
What would you do if you were inspired by an unpublished poet in his 80′s, & you wanted to honor him?
Painted out in brush strokes,
Propped up on an easel that I broke,
(But fixed with duct-tape)
An unframed canvas, dog-eared, moth-eaten-
Upon which were painted Great Blue whales,
Pirate ships with black death-flags unfurled,
And bare-breasted mermaid nymphs
Riding waves like wild stallions,
Leading an army of storm clouds
On towards Armageddon
I set sail on that ocean,
Without a thought to run ashore,
Steering by the stars,
I got caught up in constellations;
I hunted with Orion
And swam with schools of starfish,
Thinking about Earth-bound whales,
Their diminishing numbers
Doomed because we do not do unto them
As we would have them do unto us
How could we have forgotten-
Their futures were in our keeping.
Music begins to play
At the edge of my awareness
Like the sound of a forlorn coyote
Left behind wounded and starved…
It reverberates through the amphitheater of night,
Undulating frantically, a desperate crescendo
Fading into futility, a single drum beat slows…
I cringe and cover my ears with my hands to no avail
The song has no mercy for the penitent or the mad
Maudlin as laughter on the day of the funeral,
Full of desire and intent as if it were a living thing…
My spirit withers in Epiphany:
What I was to have, and now cannot become…
Frame such moments of existence,
Each painting found unsigned and dusted
In brown boxes up in attics
Forgotten and forsaken
Until touched with a single tear given to them
By you…
Frame them in your memories
With your other treasured keepsakes
And present them to the future
With hope that another soul may feel
This too…
admin answers:
Lovely. That is a fortune in futures to explore there.
Donald asks…
What would you do if you were inspired by an unpublished poet in his 80′s, & you wanted to honor him?
Painted out in brush strokes,
Propped up on an easel that I broke,
(But fixed with duct-tape)
An unframed canvas, dog-eared, moth-eaten-
Upon which were painted Great Blue whales,
Pirate ships with black death-flags unfurled,
And bare-breasted mermaid nymphs
Riding waves like wild stallions,
Leading an army of storm clouds
On towards Armageddon
I set sail on that ocean,
Without a thought to run ashore,
Steering by the stars,
I got caught up in constellations;
I hunted with Orion
And swam with schools of starfish,
Thinking about Earth-bound whales,
Their diminishing numbers
Doomed because we do not do unto them
As we would have them do unto us
How could we have forgotten-
Their futures were in our keeping.
Music begins to play
At the edge of my awareness
Like the sound of a forlorn coyote
Left behind wounded and starved…
It reverberates through the amphitheater of night,
Undulating frantically, a desperate crescendo
Fading into futility, a single drum beat slows…
I cringe and cover my ears with my hands to no avail
The song has no mercy for the penitent or the mad
Maudlin as laughter on the day of the funeral,
Full of desire and intent as if it were a living thing…
My spirit withers in Epiphany:
What I was to have, and now cannot become…
Frame such moments of existence,
Each painting found unsigned and dusted
In brown boxes up in attics
Forgotten and forsaken
Until touched with a single tear given to them
By you…
Frame them in your memories
With your other treasured keepsakes
And present them to the future
With hope that another soul may feel
This too…
admin answers:
I found this poem both moving and thought provoking. It is good.
If this was written by an unpublished 80 year old poet, the way to honour them would be to get it published in a writing journal.
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