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