christie's blog: "this life..........."

Upon the stairway of despair, Complete with broken love affairs And promises that never came, But faded with a touch of shame, A pretty girl with golden hair And innocence so sadly rare, Strove to keep her head above A way of life devoid of love. Feeling pinned against Life's wall, She chanced upon a robot tall And said, "Please come and share with me Whatever Fate has deemed to be. I'm through with love, done with chances Spirit crushed by past romances, Just be a friend in word and deed. That's all that I shall ever need." "There's not too much from me to learn," Remarked the robot, in return. "Emotions do not form a part of my cold, solid-steel heart. Whatever maker fashioned me Did not permit my circuitry Responsiveness to love or pain - You're thoughts for me would be in vain." "No matter", spoke the maid. "No more Do I wish passion to explore. Be someone I can come home to When my exhausting day is through. Count yourself a well-worn shoe - A friend that I can slip into . . . Protection from a stone cold floor . . . For this I ask and nothing more." Agreement made, he took her hand And lived the life that she had planned, Always willing, not demanding, Aiding her with understanding He made her smile with humorous wit (As his restrictions would permit) And, bit by bit, she came to feel That he was more than iron and steel. "I love you, robot", she at last Replied when several months had passed. "You're strength and quiet dignity Have brought a wondrous change in me. No more do I feel all alone, And pray you must be flesh and bone. Deep-set emotions you MUST feel Within that outer coat of steel!" "If I were able, I would say I'm sorry I was made this way But my design and programmation Does not provide for that creation Of feelings normal men may feel That were not born of iron and steel. I told you all this once before. You have no right expecting more." "Go, then!" cried she. "I will not live Beside a fiend who cannot give! Though I be battered by misuse, Misguided trust and strong abuse, At least the men I chose were real And had the power to love and feel. Of all the lovers I recall, You are the cruelest one of all!" The robot, indestructible, Continues freely and at will. Emotionless, apparently, But, bearing closer scrutiny, One can see a small tear streak Down that cold, metallic cheek As I reflect upon my life . . . it was me......the robot was he

I'm that girl that holds a smile on her face, even when things are a mess and her faith falls out of place, I'm that girl who believes in taking chances for what I want, instead of pretending to be happy as someone I'm not . I'm that girl who's not afraid to let her emotions show, and learns to go on as her feelings start to grow, I'm that girl who would never give up on the love of her life, because thereare two paths she can make the wrong or the right, I'm that girl who would travel a million miles away, just to find the love that shes been waiting for everyday. I'm that girl who dosen't care about what other people think of my style, the one that savors every moment even if its only for a little while, I'm that girl that can never keep a secret, I'm shy but that dosen't mean I can ever keep it, I'm that girl who kisses but dosen't believe, because she's sad if she lets go and then her love would leave. I'm that girl that people call weird, random, and dramatic, but theres more to me if you'll listen behind all the noise and static, I'm that girl that can cry and laugh all at the same time, the one that's innocent looking but can commit a heartbroken crime, I'm that girl that trys hard to push herself through, the one that dosen't care if she'll ever fit in tobe kool. I'm that girl you can call unperfect, my hairs always a mess, I'm under alot of pessure and all the stress, I'm really not so diffrent as the rest, if it were up to me I'll say I come in second best. I'm that girl who loves to laugh, the one that can joke around till things get out of control, the one who envy's those blond girls and there perfect lives, meanwhile I'm stuck on this wild ride. I'm that girl that loves to dream, but this reality is not what it seems, a fairytale ending waiting to come true, another risk worth taking what does she have to lose? I'm that girl who can never prove what she can really do, because she gives up to easily but none really knew, instead shes judged by others that are strangers to her eyes, bottled up with any goodbyes and silent cries for help, but nones there so she has to rely on herself... I'm that girl, and that is my world...