Iris Doyle• Show stories

this is me.

i am
secrety free
constantly alerted
too immature to understand
forced

i am
a song writer
my life's own mapmaker
misunderstood imperfection
gifted

i am
lyrically sweet
clumsily imperfect
written as a star in stories
divine

i love love love a. a. milne and edgar allen poe.

SOLITUDE- A. A. Milne
I have a house where I go
When there's too many people,
I have a house where I go
Where no one can be;
I have a house where I go
Where nobody ever says "No";
Where no one says anything- so
There is no one but me.

i like photography. and writing. they're pretty dang sexy.

people who dont know me think im popular, people who think they know me think they are my friends, but people who do know me are the ones who know i dont have very many...

i dont know if im good enough to be published.
but i dont care.
this is my own little world.
that everyone can see but doesnt understand.

im not who i used to be.
ask anyone.
but i dont know if its for the better.
or for the worse.

if you know who cute is what we aim for is, then youre cool.

the odyssey is like. the coolest book ever written.
homer is my hero.

i have a scattered variety of styles in my closet right now.
but im leaning towards emo.

my favorote colours are silver, dark blue, & dark teal.
but green. & black are cool too.
and i love the night. in the spring time.

volleyball is like a dance to me.

im in love with daisies, sunflowers & moon flowers.
so i decided my husband.
will give me those.
instead of. roses.

im better at writing stories than i am at poetry (though im not promising you'll like my stories).
so read my stories (and not my poems [on allpoetry.com]) and maybe i'll be cooler than you thought.

i love vintage.
& cute classic picket fences.
with a garden
that i can wear my yellow sundress with a hat in it.

this is kind of lame. sorry.

my life was destroyed by the economy.
so if youre out there thinking "oh my bf dumped for whats-her-name.
& thats the worst thing that could ever happen to me.
i think i'll go cut."
then go die already.
because whats happening to me
isnt pity drama.
its real life stuff that involves my family.
& i cry every night praying that God will save me....
but for now.
i just deal with it.
so you should too.





i decided this poem describes my life right now.
enjoy. its by lady pixie. shes pretty good. check her out.
http://storywrite.com/story/268138




Countdown to the End of the World



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For those of us who still believe that the United States of America remains "One nation, Under GOD":

One day a young girl was sitting in a classroom. The Teacher was explaining evolution to the children. The Teacher addressed a little boy:

TEACHER: Tommy, do you see the tree outside?
TOMMY: Yes.
TEACHER: Okay. Do you see the grass outside?
TOMMY: Yes.
TEACHER: Go outside and look up. See if you can see the sky.
TOMMY: Okay.
~*Tommy exits. He returns a few minutes later.*~
TOMMY (Continued): Yes, I saw the sky.
TEACHER: Did you see GOD?
TOMMY: No.
TEACHER: That's my point. We can't see GOD because HE isn't there. He simply doesn't exist.

The little girl spoke up, then, wanting to ask the boy some questions. The Teacher agreed.

LITTLE GIRL: Tommy, did you see the tree outside?
TOMMY: Yes.
LITTLE GIRL: Did you see the grass outside?
TOMMY: Yessssss!
LITTLE GIRL: Did you see the sky?
TOMMY: Yessssss!
LITTLE GIRL: Tommy, do you see the Teacher?
TOMMY: Yes
LITTLE GIRL: Do you see her brain?
TOMMY: No!
LITTLE GIRL: Then according to what we were taught today . . .she doesn't have one. . .

"For we walk by FAITH, not by SIGHT."





True love is hard to find, but when you do find it, there is nothing stronger. This is an illustration of what true love is:

A young lady and her boyfriend were on a motorcycle, traveling over 90 mph on the road:

Girl: Slow down. I’m scared.
Guy: No, this is fun.
Girl: No, it’s not. Please, it’s too scary!
Guy: Then tell me you love me.
Girl: Fine, I love you. Slow down!
Guy: Now give me a BIG hug.
~*Girl hugs him*~
Guy: Now, can you take my helmet off and put it on yourself? It’s bugging me.

In the newspaper the next day, the report read:

A motorcycle crashed into a building by the cause of brake failure. Two people were on it; only one survived.

The truth was that halfway down the road, the guy realized that his brakes were out, but he didn’t want to let the girl know. Instead, he had her say she loved him and felt her hug one last time, then had her wear his helmet so that she would live even though it meant that he would die.

This is the ultimate sacrifice that true love can make. If you would make this kind of sacrifice for the ones you love, please post this on your page.