It's time

It feels like I'm finally coming out of the closet (im not really gay though)

It's been such an honor for me to have this blog. I've enjoyed reading everyone's blogs and they've inspired me.

I loved writing and seeing what I can do with my words. I'm sad to see this class come to an end, but I will treasure this forever.

My name is Darian Power

I seem to have misplaced my memories

I remember waking up at 4 am to watch my favorite show on Saturday
One time I woke up only to realize it was Thursday
I remember crying so hard I didn't have to go to school

I remember going to my grandma's house and running straight to the kitchen
Every day she was baking something
and it always tasted good

I remember watching game shows with my grandpa
He knew every answer and would yell at the TV when they got it wrong

I remember their blind cat roaming around endlessly
One time I followed him around the house and I swear he saw me

I remember running through the sprinklers all the time my swimsuit was never dry

I remember building forts every day for a week

My mother would make us take it down 

But that only added to the fun of creating a new one the next day

If I was Marty McFly, I would go back in time to when I was a child

Oh, what I would give up to do that

To be a kid for one day 

The youngest boy

The youngest boy wanted to earn everything.

His father said that he stopped riding his bicycle.

He would spend a lot of time studying in his room to complete this all on his own.

The tin man

I thought writing about my heart would be easy

But I'm sitting here speechless as if I have misplaced my heart

Maybe I am the tin man

As I look for something to write about

You are always the first thing that pops in my head

Like I pill I can't seem to stop popping

I can't go an hour without my heart whispering your name

I don't ever want to lose you

or this feeling

With every breath of life you give me you keep my heart beating like a song on repeat

I'll never forget that song playing in the car in downtown Salt Lake as you fell asleep on my shoulder

I looked at you and thought "I am the luckiest guy in the world"

My heart has never pumped so fast in my life

At that moment I knew my life would never be the same again

My nature poem

Oh how I love the way the sun peaks through the trees right before noon.

It peaks through like a kid trying to sneak out at midnight.

Like parents spying on their sons first girlfriend.

I love the transition between winter and spring.

Almost like a new birth.

So much dullness that gets a spark of life and all at once

life begins again.

We are like nature.

Oh how I love the smell of freshly poured rain.

The sound of the "pitter patter" on my window could keep me entertained for hours on end.

Oh how I love the sun as it rains down its sunshine on me giving me a feeling of purpose.

This is what I yearn for.

To be Alive

The last time

I wish you always knew when the last time you saw someone would be.

Would we maybe say something different?

Or make the time we have together more meaningful?

But why don't we just live life like it was our last time together?

Our time together doesn't have to be anything grand or spectacular.

All it needs to be is meaningful.

Love

Appreciation

(excuse my cheese)

But it's not cheesy.

Human life is precious and should be treated as such.

Appreciate those who you love and who love you.

Because you never know when the last time really will be the last time.

Phobophobia

Phobophobia- an abnormal fear of developing a phobia; anxiety about showing symptoms of a phobia. 

I'm afraid to show others my fears. 

Especially to those who look to me to not be afraid.

Truth is I'm scared. 

 

I'm scared to dream. 

So much darkness and too much confusion for comfort.

I fear that one day my nightmares will become a reality.

I used to wish I'd dream of you,

But lately you've been in my nightmares.

I'm not saying you're a nightmare, but you frighten me.

Maybe because I'm controlled by my fear of one day losing you.

I'm afraid of addiction.

There are far too many people in my family who have falling victim to this "disease."

I dont want to get too close to this contangious form of torture.

So I keep my distance. 

I listen in on the conversations that always end in my grandma crying.

Take me back to the days where i didnt know what drugs are or the fact that you can so easily become a slave to them.

Take me back to when all fears were irrational and when my mom would tell me that none of this was real.

But now when i tell my mother my fears she shrugs and says "thats life"

I'm afraid of growing up

Slow it down

(Listen to Slow it down by the Lumineers)

All I want is your time.

I miss you.

I know I still see you often, but its not the same.

Your multi-tasking is a curse yet a blessing at the same time.

Slow it down.

Can we please sit down and not worrying about the time?

Lets drop our phones and be with each other.

Lately the best way to talk to you is over the phone. 

Why is that?

Slow it down.

Give me your time before mine runs out.

How to blog

• Create a blog

• Be alone

• Listen to depressing music

• Steal from others

• Be different

• Yes I know, the two contradict each other

• Watch a movie

• Be different

• Write about love

• Pimp your blog

• Be a girl

• But if you're a guy then don't

• Act like you don't care if people like your blog, but really you stress over what others think

• Be different

The world is insane

10 reasons why I can't sleep at night

1. Thinking about eternity
2. YouTube
3. When its cold outside but hot inside so I open the window in my room but but then its so cold inside that I need to wear a hoodie to fall asleep but then I wake up in a sweat because I'm too hot
4. College football
5. I get hungry
6. Sometimes when we're texting at night and you take forever to respond and I don't know if you fell asleep or not but I don't want to assume you're asleep because I still want to talk to you so I stay up waiting for a text that never comes
7. Reading blogs
8. Vine
9. Worrying about my future
10. I worry about my future twice as much now that I'm expected to make all these big decisions but I'm only 17

Don't do drugs

Don't do drugs

How to write about bricks

1. Say "bricks" so many times that it doesn't even sound like a real word
2. Why is it normally plural?
3. Brick sounds better
4. Read others blogs 
5. Steal ideas
6. Take a nap
7. Listen to pandora
8. Write about brick
9. Wait, that idea sucks
10. Delete 
11. Write about roses
12. Why roses?
13. Eat mamma's lasagna 
14. Stare at the sun that peaks through the clouds
15. Beautiful
16. Bricks can be beautiful
17. Write about beauty
18. Why aren't most houses made out of bricks anymore?
19. Those are my favorite houses
20. Give up and write a how to

Paris

We flew into Paris during the spring time,

but took the first train ride to Lyon.

We stayed in a tiny hotel room with a tiny room called a bathroom.

Ate some fancy cheese with French people who were too ignorant to learn English.

On the plus side we had crepes with nutella every day for breakfast.

"We're here to get the job done. There's no time to be tourists."

I went to McDonald's twice but I didn't even get to see the Eiffel Tower.

Well I saw the tower from the plane window, but that doesn't count.

We flew all that way and I didn't even get to roam the streets of the most creative city on the planet.

I wanted to be a tourist.

I wanted to sit under the Eiffel Tower while listening to M83. 

They're French right?

So what if Paris is dirty?

I wanted to soak up the feeling of inspiration.

Maybe it's in the water?

No, the water tasted like shit.

Lyon sucked.

It was windy the whole time.

But it was sunny so it was neither hot nor cold.

More cold than hot.

McDonald's was better than here. 

More expensive but still worth it.

The people were rude,

but not as bad as everyone says they are.

Next time I'll go to Amsterdam.

But I wouldn't mind actually going to Paris.

Love is like oxygen

Love is like jumping out of a plane.

So thrilling and exhilarating,

Yet so scary.

It scares me how much you mean to me.

Its the simple things that get me.

When you laugh at my stupid jokes

When you look at me with those hazel eyes

Your rosy red cheeks when you get happy

It all scares me to think that I'm falling in love with you.

Trust me I want to

It would be an honor to love you

But I don't want to lose you.

I'm crazy for you.

I never knew that I was capable of feeling like this.

Nothing has ever felt as right as this.

No one has ever looked as consistently beautiful as you.

You're as consistent as the sun that rises 

Love is like jumping out of a plane.

Love is like oxygen

and baby I can't seem to get enough of you

I am real

I day dream a lot.

Day dreaming makes it hard to know what is really happening.

But I always know one thing for sure

I am real.

We're all real. 

So why do we treat each other like we're nothing?

We're always told to treat others like we want to be treated.

But do we really do that?

Let's put an end to the mistreatment of others

Treat each other with love, respect and kindness.

Please?

I'm not a robot

I promise I'm not a robot.

Trust me.

Or am I?

Remember?

After every day that goes by I can feel my memory disappearing.

The memory of the more simpler times.

My childhood.

I miss not wanting to go to sleep because all I wanted to do was play.

But now all I want to do is sleep.

Take me back to the times of when the hardest decision was which crayon to use.  

I miss my childhood.

Even though I still feel like a child, I'm expected to make these decision that will impact the rest of my life.

That's a lot of pressure.

Remember when we were kids?

Yeah, me neither.

Please Don't Go

This feeling in the depths of my stomach keeps me up at night.

I know you're still here

but it feels like you're going.

You keep telling me you're here,

I believe you,

but it still feels like you're going.

You keep telling me we should spend less time with each other.

But I can't stand to think about that possibility.

You keep telling me to stop worrying.

But that's all I do at night.

Don't Go.

You say I'm turning into you. 

But would it really be that bad if I was like you?

Do I act like you or am I still me?

Maybe we should spend less time with each other.

But I don't want to go.

Don't Go.

Please Don't Go.

I beg of you, Please Don't Go.

What Is This?

This blog isn't going to be a time for me to confess my deepest darkest secrets or for me to try and pretend to be someone I'm not. But this will be my escape. This will be my place to actually feel like I'm opening my mouth and saying something meaningful for once in my life. Too often I sit regretting, wishing I could take back the words I've spoken. With this at least I have backspace.

My pen name is Sherlock. It's only a pen name. 

I hate hello's and goodbye's. Mainly because I'm not very good at them.

P.S. I'm not good with first impressions

Sherlock.