A Honest Poem. From Me: For You:

I come from a cookie cutter family. Where mom works too late, my brothers don't use their table manners, and somewhere in the mix there are even some daddy issues... I don't have a sister so I guess that's were I fit in... 

I can't sing and I never learned how to play the piano. I heard the Killers for the first time in 4th grade and they are still my favorite band.

I look in the mirror a lot. 11% of the time its because I think I have something in teeth. 89% of the time its because I am searching for the beauty in my reflection the everyone else seems to see but me. And I've forgotten what it was like to never wear make-up...

I have never been in love but, I am crazy for the boy with the crooked smile that dances to his own beat. 

I go to church every Sunday and hear the same holy words that I've heard for 17 years of my life. And every Sunday, those words pierce my fickle heart. But, I haven't read my scriptures in awhile. I figure its because I have a to do list a 100 miles long and never trying, usually come before doing anything ambitious.

I have pockets full of secrets and I am neck deep with regrets.

My bones are shaking and I have butterflies in my stomach. That's how I know that all of this is real.

There's not much left to say but, here I am. Take me if you can.

-Darla Roe

Please, don't let me forget

I remember grandma's back yard. With the orange and blue slide and the witch my cousin and I thought lived in the bush on the side of the house. Someone else lives there now and they've let the grass die.

I remember when the sound of my mom drawing a bath helped me to fall asleep and delilah was still on the radio.

I remember when my mom took us driving through the canyon on a Sunday afternoon. There was a thunderstorm outside and we were listening to Enya. That was the day I fell in love with nature.

I remember the first time I got a black eye. A boy threw a rock at my face and it hit my eye. That was the day I learned that boys can be cruel.

I remember grandpa giving out bags of Doritos for halloween because he used to be a truck driver for Frido Lay. He still works a lot and he still drives trucks. 

I remember my brother and I building a fort in our room. We would sit in it and watch the Bernie Mac show when it was way passed our bed time. We don't get along anymore and we always fight over car keys and the T.V remote.

I remember the three different schools I went to for second grade, And I remember why.

I remember the first boy I had a crush on. His name was Derek. He had one ear piercing,frosted tips in his long brown hair and he always wore black. I wouldn't let myself date a guy like that now...

I remember hating my neighbor after seeing him with another woman. And I remember the neighbor girl who I used to play with. She lied a lot and ate her hair. Well, She's a model now and cheer captain at her high school. 

I remember when my mom was depressed. Always sleeping and never wanting to go to church. Im afraid of ending up they way she was. I remember the day she met my step dad and the day they got married. She's happy now.

 Oh, I remember.

I remember it all...

And I don't want to forget.

Be Different. Act Normal.

jUST bE A lItTLe dIFFeRnT...

You're All In My Head and Stuff...

Im thinking about you. 

Like stars think about being with stripes. 

Like blood thinks about different types? 

Am I your type?

I think I'm going crazy.

Cause your making me go crazy.

You also make dizzy. 

Like carousels think about getting dizzy. 

And, like bee's think about getting busy.

I can't stop thinking about you.

Like protons think about neutrons.

Like Jupiter thinks about Saturn. 

Like salad thinks about garlic cheese croutons.

And, who gives a crap about all the different patterns!?

Cause I'm thinking about you.

Like swings think about the clouds.

Like birds think about flying South. 

Like I'm trying not think about going South. 

(do not insert "if you know what I'm sayin'" phrase here)

I'm thinking about you like, headphones think about your ears.

And, like commercials think about beer. 

but, sometimes also that stupid seductive shampoo hair model... 

I hate her.

Like legos think about building barbie houses.

Like the Sun thinks about the Moon

Like Mickey Mouse is crazy for Minnie Mouse's... everything. 

And, like a soldiers wife thinks about her husbands life and the last thing on his lips saying, I love you. 

P.S. I'll be home soon. 

I'm thinking about you like movie tickets think about hands. 

Like, wrinkled hands with a watch think about the hands on the clock that think about the time and where its going. 

I'm thinking about you like, Elton John on the record player thinks about Daniel.

and like a broken record playing, I'm thinking about... thinking about... thinking about.... you.

Reasons I am happy ect.

 A list of things I'm in love with:

• The smell of campfire smoke from a distance
• Warm showers
• The reflection of the sun on the moon
• Falling asleep to music my mother played when I was a child
• Sunbeams through the trees
• Boating in Lake Powell
• Camping under the stars
• Watching the sunset on the beach
• Getting my hair played with
• Warm rain
• Temple Square Christmas lights (the way they used to be)
• Laughing when its late at night
• Pinterest 
• The way guys smell when they walk past you in the hall
• The sound bullets make when they ricochet off of metal targets 
• The feeling you get before you sneeze
• Hercules the cartoon character(too fine)
• Dancing and not caring who is watching
• The corn dogs at Disney Land
• Dressing up
• Sleeping
• Drawing pictures
• Wearing new shoes
• Scratch and sniff stickers
• Peony bushes
• Hi-Chews
• Receiving a sincere compliment
• Water balloon fights
• Lamp
• Roller coasters
• When the sky reflects on water
• Hearing the words I love you

I'm just sayin'...

Q: Why did the chicken cross the road?

A: To get to the other side!

I don't get it...

Why are knock knock jokes also supposed to be funny?

Wanna hear another joke?

Q:Why does everybody seem to have someone but me???

A: Because I always take advice from other single girls.

Q: Why do people pretend to be someone they're not to get attention?

A: Just be yourself. Be yourself.  

(Laugh if you understood what the line above was from)

Q: If you drop a bowling ball and golf ball at the same time from off the top of a building, which one will hit the ground first?

A: Shut up. You'll never understand physics.

Q: Why does the moon go through different phases?

A: Because the moon is just like me and I also need the sun to keep me from disappearing...

Here's a little fact for you.

F: Stop pretending that you know everything. You don't know anything.

Death

Death. 
Im am supposed to write about death... 
Death is kind of an awkward thing to write about. 
One second you are here, you're blinking and you're heart is beating, and the very next second, you're in a place none of us have ever been. 
I don't know what I should think about it. 
I don't know wether to think of it as a good thing or to think of it as a bad thing. 
Like when your grandpa is dying from Cancer and you would do anything to make him feel better. 
but then death opens up with a warm embrace to take you onto "a better place". 
How is that a bad thing? 
Or like the time when your best friend from childhood is shot and killed at the age of 4. 
How is that a good thing? 
Death is the most two faced son of a mother that I have ever known! 
Death is completely unpredictable yet absolutely predictable. There are times when I see death and it seems so friendly and welcoming and it makes you feel like everything is going to be okay. 
But then, There are other times when I see it and its just down right cold and selfish and remorseless. 
Death is no friend of mine. 
In fact, I'm actually quite scared of death. 
I'm scared of the fact that you can't run or hide from it.
Even if somehow you do, it will always find a way to catch up with you. 
I'm also scared of the next time I will see it. 
Who will its next victim be? 
I hope and pray everyday that it won't be someone who means the world to me.
I'm also scared of when my time will be. 
I haven't finished seeing the world yet! 
I haven't finished trying to influence it! 
And then, along comes death to take you away wether your finished or not! 
I'm sorry if this sounds like a hate letter about death. 
I guess it's just doing its job... 
I was watching Forrest Gump last night, and I learned from Mama that " Death is just a part of life, something were all destined to do." 
Yeah I guess she is right. 
Were all going to die someday. 
But, don't let 'YOLO' become a way of life. 
Do something great and make and adventure. 
That's all I have to say about that...

-Darla Roe