Shall I compare thee to Disney Princess? 

Your every wish is my command;

You're fiery red, a siren, a innocent temptress,

Loving the water as well as the land.

You're smart and brave, always stuck in a book,

Yet you captured my heart and tamed a beast,

As you were somehow able to see past my looks

While we danced under the fading stars as the sun rose in the east.

A fighter, a warrior with a will of steel, 

You're my comrade in the face of an invading army

With enough power and might to make an emperor kneel

That I have your love makes me more than just a tad smarmy. 

Since you're my princess, I hope I'm fit to be your knight

I can't let it go, but someday you'll be walking toward me in white. 

Prologue 

   There is nothing as depressing as being in love with a person who doesn't even know you exist. Well, that's not entirely true. There's nothing as depressing as being in love with a person who doesn't even know who you are and that your best friend is dating. Welcome to the life of a high school girl, or as I like to call it, hell.

   See I'm a bundle of hormones and anxiety all rolled into one, tied by the knot called puberty. It is a strange affliction that plagues every member of the human race aged 11 to 23 with some poor souls in which it hits earlier or stays longer. Side affects of this plague include but are not limited to acne, random growth spurts, hair growing in unmentioned places, extreme mood swings, and the fatal, horrible attraction to the opposite sex (or the same sex, hey it's 2017). Right now I'm affected by all the previously mentioned banes of my existence. I ranked about a zero on the one to ten popularity ranking that determined everyone's place in the high school hierarchy. 

   While ranking a big fat zero might seem like a death sentence for any member of the sect that society called teenagers, I really didn't mind. Honestly. This was mainly because of Nan. Nanette Williams is eveything that I am not, slim and petite with a gorgeous heart shaped face, framed by waist length chestnut hair. On the popularity scale, she was a solid 15. It might seem strange, our friendship I mean, she was the most popular girl in school and I well, wasn't. However this was a case of a preschool friendship that somehow managed to survive the storms of grade school, the trials of middle school, and now was weathering the waters of high school. The only strain on our relationship was known only to me. Mark Danvers, quarterback, future valedictorian, and current heartthrob. I, along with the majority of the female student body, and a few of the males, was desperately in love. 

   That's where I am now, my sorry existence split between being loyal to the one friend that had stood by my side for years, and pining after her boyfriend. In summary I am a terrible human being who is probably going to get run over by a truck and than reincarnated into a fly in my next life because karma. So now that you know the backstory I'll spill the tea and dish out the current ways I'm making a fool of myself, while you can enjoy all the second hand embarrassment from my exploits from the comfort of your own couch. Catch you on the flip side! 

     I don't know what happened. One moment I was eating breakfast and reading the newspaper and than the next there was screaming. I will never forget it. The sound went on and on as more people joined in like it was some kind of hellish choir. The next most noticeable sound was that of gunshots. 

     I can't even explain what I was thinking when I ran to my room and grabbed my own gun. I have lived alone since my father died and as I huddled in the back corner behind my bed, desperately clinging to the gun, I prayed. For the first time in years did I have the fear to look to heaven for answers. 

     I don't know how much time passed as I hid. Eventually all the sounds stopped and the world seemed to standstill. That was when I crept from my hiding spot and quietly turned on the news. 

     I was confused. I was horrified. I was scared. I watched with growing horror and fear and a little exasperation as the anchorwoman monotonly reported that the dead were rising from their graves. The next few minutes were filled with videos and snapshots that people had sent in, some being taken moments before the photographer's own demise. 

     Starting to go numb I turned the tv off and sat in silence and darkness. Only when I could summon enough courage could I crawl to my window and pull back the curtains use enough to see the hell that lay before my house.  For as long as I live, however long that may be at this point, I will never forget what I saw. Bodies or pieces of them rather, strewn thought my yard and street, blood covered eveything, and above all, not a living soul was in sight. Neither was the undead which gave me a little hope at the prospect of my own fate, but my neighborhood which had at one point been a kaleidoscope of activity, was now a boody ghost town. 

     It has been several hours since I learned of the world's fate. The lights stopped working 2 hours ago and all power went off shortly after. I stockpiled my food and hope that it will get me through the next two weeks. Maybe in a couple days I will see if I can go outside and get some gas for my truck. After that who knows. 

     - Murphy 

I saw God.

He was crying, tears spilling over the newborn's face without the protection of a mother.

I saw God.

His face was filled with fear, the dirt and blood caked face, filled with doubt and insecurity and pain and fear as he looked at the burning hot sun.

I saw God.

She was jumping up and down in small, snug pajamas with the dreams of men in red suits.

I saw God.

Racing towards a lover unseen in many moons, grass whipping and their legs.

I saw God, in the most unconventional of places.

God's love and light and forgiveness and glory abd redemption and power.

I believe in the Holy Trinity.

The Father

The Son

The Holy Spirit.

He is Who i believe in.

I believe in God

Not man.

The moon is brave to chase the sun

Ever loyal to always rise

And leave the sky without complaint

Whenever it is the sun must shine

The moon is brave to chase the sun

Faithful to a hopeless cause

Reaching with open arms like child's play

For the one thing it cannot have:

The time of day

Oh, how the moon is brave

To always fail

Wearing as much of a smile as its face will allow

For, I guess, he is content with the night for now