But you, you
You are the hole in my chest
The missing piece to my puzzle
The coffee in my mug
The rhythm in my step
The crack in my world.

Aaron ran through the camp blowing his horn, it was time for the men to come and eat their supper. This was Aaron’s favorite time of day, for then Jidda, his grandmother would tell them a story. Aaron’s father had died in Israel; he had been stoned by the leaders of his family’s village. Aaron’s relatives believed the teachings of Jesus and so were persecuted by all leaders in their homeland. Aaron never understood why the others (As I will call surrounding countries who don’t like Christians) didn’t like Christians; couldn’t they all get along in peace?

Dear little firefly, 
Flying all alone, 
Dim and floating slow, 
Not knowing where to go. 
Didn't know if we caught you, 
Or if you landed in our hands, 
But the fact remains, 
You rested in our open palm, 
Having found a second home.
Fading we taught you how to glow, 
Taught you how to fly straight, 
To act beautiful, 
To shine bright. 
Little lonely firefly, 
Flying in the night, 
Didn't know how loved she was, 
Didn't know how bright, 
How bright, 
How bright, 

Lost Families
Sometimes I miss you all, 
It's almost as if I lost two families, 
In losing the connection with just one, 
And it's not fair that I had to give you up, 
Because it didn't work out between him and I. 
I wish it wouldn't be awkward, 
To reach out and stay in contact with you,
But somehow it feels wrong, 
And somehow it's just not right, 
Because him and I are through, 
And you all love him more than I do, 
Why keep my friendship,
When we are no longer friends. 

And here's the first piece that I wrote!
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I have been super busy this week and didn't have time to write something new so I pulled this out to share. :) It is the second flash story that I ever wrote, and the second piece of fiction that I wrote. :) So please forgive it's pitiful appearance and feel free to laugh!
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Chapter 2: Is ruined
All I remember after that is a blur of screams and people, a whack on the head, and total darkness. I woke to a violent shaking, for a minute forgetting where I was, and tried to roll over, suddenly I was jerked up and found myself staring into the face of Abdul Rasheed, the most feared raider in the east.
“Where is your gold?” he asked, spitting into my face as he talked.
“What gold?”
“What gold?” he mimicked, “the gold your caravan was carrying you silly!”
“We carried no gold, we were fleeing from… oh never mind.”

I. Friend
Worrying about this situation
Is taking up a significant portion
Of my time
Thinking my way through every
Possible scenario, worry eats me up
Then dissipates, I let it fade
Only 18 more days of this to go.

II. Rejection
I'm more disappointed than I anticipated
Even though this is just about what I expected
Could I even be relieved?

Excited
I apologize in advance, 
If I laugh too loud, 
I blush in advance, 
For my tongue running away, 
Fumbling and mumbling, 
My fast and jumbled thoughts, 
Seem to appear wilder out loud. 
My voice, 
I wonder what it sounds like? 
As I speak boisterously, 
Yelling practically when excited, 
And I am easily excited. 

A bird's eye view of psychology today shows three major fields, each headed up by three major psychologists. They are Sigmund Freud's Depth Psychology, with its id, ego and superego; B. F. Skinner and Behaviorism, teaching that humans are conditioned by their experiences like the rats Skinner experimented on; and Carl Rogers of the Third Wave Psychologists, who believe in the basic goodness in the human heart and the importance in finding yourself by looking within.