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Monday, March 12, 2012
Christmas 1994
Christmas of 1994 is one that I will never forget. I was six years old
that year and my mom and dad had sat me down and explained to me that we
did not have the money for Christmas presents that year because dad’s
shop was not doing well. I remember being disappointed and upset and
since my parents did not let me believe in Santa Claus the situation
seemed hopeless. Christmas Eve rolled around and like my parents said
there were no presents under the tree. While we were eating dinner I
heard sirens outside. At first I thought they were going past the house
and then I realized that they were pulling in our driveway. I then saw
the flashing lights reflected through the window. I clearly remember
wondering what my dad had done to have the police coming on Christmas
Eve. I was afraid that they were going to take him to jail… for what I
did not know. It turned out that the policeman was one of our friend’s
brothers and that they had filled the backseat of his squad car to the
brim with Christmas presents for us. Instead of being one of the worst
Christmases of my life it was one of the best. It had such a positive
impact on me because it taught me to be thankful for what I have because
you never know when you will lose what you have. It also taught me the
value of compassion and caring for others. I learned what it felt like
to be helped at that young age and I decided that from then on I would
help others as much as I could throughout my life. The experience
changed me and I think it helped mold me into the person that I am
today. I am thankful for the kindness of that family that year because
without their generosity I would not have that lesson to think back on.
You and Me
I look into your eyes and see
All of the hurts and troubles of times past
I wish I could turn back time
And change the hurts to joy and trouble to good
Erase the bad and replace it with good
Ease your pain and be a balm to your soul
I hope when you see me
You know that I care
And I hope I help make your day
A little bit Brighter and more hopeful
A lttle more fun and joyous
I care more than you know
All of the hurts and troubles of times past
I wish I could turn back time
And change the hurts to joy and trouble to good
Erase the bad and replace it with good
Ease your pain and be a balm to your soul
I hope when you see me
You know that I care
And I hope I help make your day
A little bit Brighter and more hopeful
A lttle more fun and joyous
I care more than you know
Winter
Winter is coming,
Winter is fast approaching.
Cold winds are blowing,
Look its snowing.
Days are short,
With little time to consort.
Nights are long,
And filled with song.
Icy roads,
Sleighs with loads.
People bundled up,
With tea in many a cup.
Every thing is crystal clear,
Winter is near!
Winter is fast approaching.
Cold winds are blowing,
Look its snowing.
Days are short,
With little time to consort.
Nights are long,
And filled with song.
Icy roads,
Sleighs with loads.
People bundled up,
With tea in many a cup.
Every thing is crystal clear,
Winter is near!
Why?
Why?
A single word.
How can a single word
Reflect so much anguish?
Why did you do this to us?
How could you desert us?
Why?
What did we do?
Why won't you come back?
Why? Why?
ANSWER ME!
But you won't,
I know you won't.
You left us.
All I ask is why?
Why?
A single word.
How can a single word
Reflect so much anguish?
Why did you do this to us?
How could you desert us?
Why?
What did we do?
Why won't you come back?
Why? Why?
ANSWER ME!
But you won't,
I know you won't.
You left us.
All I ask is why?
Why?
Wasted Garden
: She runs and runs, forgets where she's going
: All she knows is she's sowing
: Seeds everlasting into fertile soil
: Grown with ceaseless toil
: Into a garden oft' neglected
: Into a soil oft' rejected
: Now cared for in such haste
: And left as such a sad waste
: All she knows is she's sowing
: Seeds everlasting into fertile soil
: Grown with ceaseless toil
: Into a garden oft' neglected
: Into a soil oft' rejected
: Now cared for in such haste
: And left as such a sad waste
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Wonderful and mysterious
Complicated and twisted
Hard and strange
Full of trials and joys
Never ending
Always beginning
Always multiplying
Never dividing
Always Present
Always renewing
Complicated and twisted
Hard and strange
Full of trials and joys
Never ending
Always beginning
Always multiplying
Never dividing
Always Present
Always renewing
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Are you happy??
You've made me cry
I swore no one would make me cry
Ever again
Yet somehow you made me cry
You have hurt me more deeply than you will ever know
Instead of trying to work things out
You insist on taking revenge
I didn't do it to hurt you
But yet you are doing your best to hurt me
I sit all alone and think about you
Think about what has happened and how things could be different
I am growing up
I am learning some hard lessons in the process
I realize now that you never really know what people are like
Or how they will treat you
I thought that I was more important to you than your pride
Just because I am not what you wanted me to be
Does not mean that I am not your daughter
Do you not love me because I disappointed you?
Do you still care about me at all?
Or am I just a chapter in your book that has ended?
I am an adult now
Whether you like it or not
Whether you acknowledge it or not
All I want from you is the love and respect that I deserve
I work hard all the time to make you proud
I keep my grades up
And I always work to better myself
I got a job
I am saving money
I try to make you proud
I refuse to be treated like a child
I refuse to be put on a guilt trip
I refuse to let you manipulate me
I refuse to be a puppet
And I refuse to be an instrument of spite
I am my own person
I have my own hopes and dreams
I will live my life the way I want
And I will not be ordered about by anyone
You've made me cry
I swore no one would make me cry
Ever again
Yet somehow you made me cry
You have hurt me more deeply than you will ever know
Instead of trying to work things out
You insist on taking revenge
I didn't do it to hurt you
But yet you are doing your best to hurt me
I sit all alone and think about you
Think about what has happened and how things could be different
I am growing up
I am learning some hard lessons in the process
I realize now that you never really know what people are like
Or how they will treat you
I thought that I was more important to you than your pride
Just because I am not what you wanted me to be
Does not mean that I am not your daughter
Do you not love me because I disappointed you?
Do you still care about me at all?
Or am I just a chapter in your book that has ended?
I am an adult now
Whether you like it or not
Whether you acknowledge it or not
All I want from you is the love and respect that I deserve
I work hard all the time to make you proud
I keep my grades up
And I always work to better myself
I got a job
I am saving money
I try to make you proud
I refuse to be treated like a child
I refuse to be put on a guilt trip
I refuse to let you manipulate me
I refuse to be a puppet
And I refuse to be an instrument of spite
I am my own person
I have my own hopes and dreams
I will live my life the way I want
And I will not be ordered about by anyone
Untitled 12-25-2005
The choices we make determine our future
The choices we make reflect who we are deep down inside
Sometimes we cannot see
The consequences of our actions
Every action has a reaction
Every action causes good things as well as bad
Every choice we make creates change
Every change is hard to handle
What if??
What if we never voiced an opinion?
What if we never made a decision?
What if we always let someone else run our life?
We would never have to take responsibility for our actions
We could always blame everything bad on someone else
But could we call that living
Or merely existing?
How do we handle the pain brought about by our choices?
How do we know what to do??
The choices we make reflect who we are deep down inside
Sometimes we cannot see
The consequences of our actions
Every action has a reaction
Every action causes good things as well as bad
Every choice we make creates change
Every change is hard to handle
What if??
What if we never voiced an opinion?
What if we never made a decision?
What if we always let someone else run our life?
We would never have to take responsibility for our actions
We could always blame everything bad on someone else
But could we call that living
Or merely existing?
How do we handle the pain brought about by our choices?
How do we know what to do??
Untitled
Anger flows through my veins.
My blood boils.
My head pounds.
I wish everyone would just shut up and leave me alone.
Where is my place of solitude?
Where is my moment of peace?
They are all gone and all that is left is anger.
Raw and untamed.
Fast and furious.
Rage is fast consuming me.
So leave me alone before I explode.
My blood boils.
My head pounds.
I wish everyone would just shut up and leave me alone.
Where is my place of solitude?
Where is my moment of peace?
They are all gone and all that is left is anger.
Raw and untamed.
Fast and furious.
Rage is fast consuming me.
So leave me alone before I explode.
Ultimate Happiness
I have a box that I keep close to my heart. In this small box are three
things that I hold very dear. The box is black with gold swirls covering
the surface. The box holds love, family, and freedom for those are the
things that comprise my ultimate happiness. Love is extremely important
to me because I grew up feeling unloved and unwanted. Now I wrap myself
in the love and support of those around me and I feel secure and happy.
Family is important to me for similar reasons. My biological family does
not support me or help me in any way. For many of them I am an
inconvenience and an embarrassment. I have basically been shunned by
them. Now I collect family like some people collect coins. My friends
become my family and support me more than many members of my biological
family. Finally I come to freedom. Freedom is in my box for several
reasons. I grew up basically in a box without any freedom. Every single
choice in my life down to what I wore and who I knew was controlled by
my mother. I never experienced the ability to choose my life for myself.
Now I am the one responsible for myself and I know that if something
goes wrong I am the one who must deal with the consequences. No one
tells me what I can or cannot do and that is something that I will never
take for granted. I love being my own person and being free. Love,
family, and freedom are all crucial to my ultimate happiness and
therefore they are kept in my little box right next to my heart.
Truly Scrumptious
Bubblegum and Lollypops,
Have a wonderful sound- POP
Gummy Bears are chewy
Gummy worms are gooey
Chocolate is great
Gummy Fish makes for good bait
Ice Cream is cold
Ice is made in a mold
Have a wonderful sound- POP
Gummy Bears are chewy
Gummy worms are gooey
Chocolate is great
Gummy Fish makes for good bait
Ice Cream is cold
Ice is made in a mold
Time
The tall, willowy blonde nibbled delicately on the leafy, green salad.
Her face was perfectly composed, posture impeccable. A few minutes later
she sighs and pushes the salad away. As she stands her dress swirls
gracefully around her thighs. Her long, lean legs are beautifully toned.
Her muscles in her legs are toned, emphasized by her stilettos. Every
male eye in the room remained glued to her as she glides out of the
restaurant. She strolls towards the pier, the wind tearing at her hair,
whipping it about her face. As she gazes out to the ocean her mask of
confidence slips away replaced by sadness. Silent tears slip down her
face as she grips the railing. Shaking with the effort she regains her
composure and wipes the tears off her face. She turns away from the rail
and walks off towards the town, her confident air restored.
The Do's and Don't's of Life
Have you ever been told to cover your mouth when you sneeze? Did
you wonder why? Well, the reason that you cover your mouth when you
sneeze, is to avoid spreading germs. Another reason we cover our mouths
when we sneeze is because it is polite. When you sneeze it is polite to
turn your head away from the people near you.
Did you know that it is not polite to burp without saying excuse me? On the other hand, in India it is considered a compliment to burp at the table. If you do not burp at the table you are insulting the cook's food. This is also true in Japan. In many countries it is very rude not to try some of everything that is offered to you. In some countries you sit on a mat on the floor and your table is a small coffee table in front of you. When you are eating you always chew with your mouth closed and you never talk with your mouth full. Never read or watch television if you have a guest, or if you are having a family meal. When you are finished eating you say excuse me and wait for permission to leave the table. This rule also applies if you need to go to the restroom or if you need to get by someone.
When you ask someone to pass you something you always say please and thank you. This rule also applies when you ask someone for help to do something. If someone asks you to do something and then thanks you, always tell them that they are welcome.
Never interrupt a conversation. Either tap the person on the shoulder and wait for them, or wait nearby for them to notice you. When you are indoors never raise your voice in order to talk to someone. If you cannot be heard, wait and say what you have to say later.
A rule of thumb is that the gentlemen always remove their hats when they enter a building. Ladies, on the other hand, may leave their hats on anywhere they are. Ladies never do their makeup or their hair at the table or in the kitchen. Always go into the bathroom or into the bedroom to fix those little niceties. Never blow your nose in public if you can avoid it. Excuse yourself and go into a seperate room, preferably a bathroom.
If you are cooking for a large group of people be sure to pin your hair up so that none of it gets into the food. If you can remember and apply these rules of conduct to your life, they will help you on your way.
Did you know that it is not polite to burp without saying excuse me? On the other hand, in India it is considered a compliment to burp at the table. If you do not burp at the table you are insulting the cook's food. This is also true in Japan. In many countries it is very rude not to try some of everything that is offered to you. In some countries you sit on a mat on the floor and your table is a small coffee table in front of you. When you are eating you always chew with your mouth closed and you never talk with your mouth full. Never read or watch television if you have a guest, or if you are having a family meal. When you are finished eating you say excuse me and wait for permission to leave the table. This rule also applies if you need to go to the restroom or if you need to get by someone.
When you ask someone to pass you something you always say please and thank you. This rule also applies when you ask someone for help to do something. If someone asks you to do something and then thanks you, always tell them that they are welcome.
Never interrupt a conversation. Either tap the person on the shoulder and wait for them, or wait nearby for them to notice you. When you are indoors never raise your voice in order to talk to someone. If you cannot be heard, wait and say what you have to say later.
A rule of thumb is that the gentlemen always remove their hats when they enter a building. Ladies, on the other hand, may leave their hats on anywhere they are. Ladies never do their makeup or their hair at the table or in the kitchen. Always go into the bathroom or into the bedroom to fix those little niceties. Never blow your nose in public if you can avoid it. Excuse yourself and go into a seperate room, preferably a bathroom.
If you are cooking for a large group of people be sure to pin your hair up so that none of it gets into the food. If you can remember and apply these rules of conduct to your life, they will help you on your way.
The Circle
Every sunrise is the beginning of a new day
Each new day starts off fresh with a clean slate
Every sunset marks the ending of the day
It marks the passing of time and the completion of the circle
Each new day starts off fresh with a clean slate
Every sunset marks the ending of the day
It marks the passing of time and the completion of the circle
Take Back the Night
Many people experience sexual violence of one form or another. Some
never recover from the experience. I have endured many different types
of sexual violence including rape. I was seventeen the summer that I was
raped, and living with my mother in South Carolina. I met a guy who
said that he had just moved to the Carolina's from California and that he
did not have any friends yet. We began corresponding through MySpace
and the telephone and finally agreed to meet up and hang out. I was
thinking that we would go to the mall or to the movies, get to know each
other better, and maybe I would introduce him to some of my other
friends. He picked me up and we started just chatting while he drove. I
didn’t really pay attention to where we were or where we were headed
just talked to him. We stopped outside of a house and he invited me in.
He said that he needed to pick a few things up. Without warning he
started to kiss me, take my clothes off, and then he raped me
repeatedly. I did not feel that I had the option to say no because I was
afraid of him hurting or possibly killing me. I did not know where we
were and I had no way to contact anyone that I knew. I was at his mercy
and no one even knew who I was with. I was scared of the possibilities,
anything could have happened. He later contacted me and had the nerve to
suggest that we repeat the “exercise”. He made it quite clear to me
that he thought I was trash for him to use and then toss out. To this
day I struggle with the repercussions of that night. I was lucky in that
he wore condoms when he raped me, but the emotional struggle is still
there. I struggle to regain confidence and self worth. Now whenever I
am with anyone I have not known for a long time I am sure that I have a
cell phone with me, several people know who I am with and where we are
going, and that I pay attention to where we go. I hope this helps others
who have been through a similar experience or who may be faced with
similar situations in the future.
Sunset in the Mountains
Scene 1:
"Oh, honey, you have such good ideas. I am so glad we came," she said softly as she reached over to take his hand.
Gently he slid his arm over her shoulder to protect her from the chilly wind. As he glanced down at her, his love shone in his eyes, like the last golden rays of the sun, reflected off the surrounding rocks. As dusk begins to blanket the canyon, the couple turns to each other and shares a deep, promising kiss.
Scene 2:
As the sun sinks down below the horizon, he turns to his wife. "Are you sure that you are warm enough?" he asks tenderly.
"Yes, dear. I couldn't possible be cold with all theese blankets on. Besides I just want to see the canyon aglow again," she replied her eyes shining with a mixture of joy, sorrow, pleasure, and pain. As the radient sunset deepens to a royal blue, the strength seems to flow out of her body, leaving her as weak as a kitten. Quickly he wheels her back indoors, murmering comforting words all the while.
Scene 3:
"Mommy, are we going home now? I want to go see Daddy."
"No, sweety, we are not going home. We are going to Grandpa and Grandma's for a while. Won't that be fun? she said determinally cheerful. While she watched the sun sinking down, she felt a cloud descending upon her soul. Sighing heavily she turned the car down the bumpy road and headed into the future.
Scene 3:
"Wow! It is so breathtaking." she breathed in awe. I can't believe I'm finally here. It is so quiet and peaceful. I feel ready for anything. Almost like I could take on the world."
"Oh, honey, you have such good ideas. I am so glad we came," she said softly as she reached over to take his hand.
Gently he slid his arm over her shoulder to protect her from the chilly wind. As he glanced down at her, his love shone in his eyes, like the last golden rays of the sun, reflected off the surrounding rocks. As dusk begins to blanket the canyon, the couple turns to each other and shares a deep, promising kiss.
Scene 2:
As the sun sinks down below the horizon, he turns to his wife. "Are you sure that you are warm enough?" he asks tenderly.
"Yes, dear. I couldn't possible be cold with all theese blankets on. Besides I just want to see the canyon aglow again," she replied her eyes shining with a mixture of joy, sorrow, pleasure, and pain. As the radient sunset deepens to a royal blue, the strength seems to flow out of her body, leaving her as weak as a kitten. Quickly he wheels her back indoors, murmering comforting words all the while.
Scene 3:
"Mommy, are we going home now? I want to go see Daddy."
"No, sweety, we are not going home. We are going to Grandpa and Grandma's for a while. Won't that be fun? she said determinally cheerful. While she watched the sun sinking down, she felt a cloud descending upon her soul. Sighing heavily she turned the car down the bumpy road and headed into the future.
Scene 3:
"Wow! It is so breathtaking." she breathed in awe. I can't believe I'm finally here. It is so quiet and peaceful. I feel ready for anything. Almost like I could take on the world."
Sunset Blanket
Resting on a cloud
Tucked 'neath sunset's cover
Nothing is loud
Under my myriad cover
A lonely child
I sit and hover
Tucked 'neath sunset's cover
Nothing is loud
Under my myriad cover
A lonely child
I sit and hover
Suicidal
Life is just not worth fighting for anymore
There is nothing left to live for
everything is falling apart and there is no end in sight
My grip on life is fragile
One small blow will tear it away forever
I am standing ashore watching the colossal waves of the ocean
the tsunami forms as I stand and wait
Despair clouds my features as I wait for it to engulf me.
Drowning me, crushing the breath from my lungs.
At least it will be over.
No more fighting.
I am perched percariously on the edge of a cliff
Blankly I stare downwards preparing for the final step
I embrace the coming pain
At least it will be over
No more thinking
My heart pulsates faster and faster in my chest
I stand poised a knife in hand
Invisioning the blood dripping down to the floor
my body going limp
At least it will be over
No more hopelessness
My knees quiver
The chair shakes
One small push and I will be choked
At least it will be over
No more sorrow
I lay in the middle of a vast plain
The sky above is so peacefull
All I have to do is wait
Death is near
At least it will be over
No more pain
It wouldn't matter if I did it
No one would even notice
These dark thoughts creep inside my skull
A broken record reapeating in time with my racing heart
Louder and louder they echo until I scream
Scream with all the anguish and torment and pain I am enduring
Slowly the thoughts receed.
I can breath again.
My heart begins to beat more normally
I am in control once more
A light shines on me and I know that I am not alone
If I give up now what would I miss?
There is nothing left to live for
everything is falling apart and there is no end in sight
My grip on life is fragile
One small blow will tear it away forever
I am standing ashore watching the colossal waves of the ocean
the tsunami forms as I stand and wait
Despair clouds my features as I wait for it to engulf me.
Drowning me, crushing the breath from my lungs.
At least it will be over.
No more fighting.
I am perched percariously on the edge of a cliff
Blankly I stare downwards preparing for the final step
I embrace the coming pain
At least it will be over
No more thinking
My heart pulsates faster and faster in my chest
I stand poised a knife in hand
Invisioning the blood dripping down to the floor
my body going limp
At least it will be over
No more hopelessness
My knees quiver
The chair shakes
One small push and I will be choked
At least it will be over
No more sorrow
I lay in the middle of a vast plain
The sky above is so peacefull
All I have to do is wait
Death is near
At least it will be over
No more pain
It wouldn't matter if I did it
No one would even notice
These dark thoughts creep inside my skull
A broken record reapeating in time with my racing heart
Louder and louder they echo until I scream
Scream with all the anguish and torment and pain I am enduring
Slowly the thoughts receed.
I can breath again.
My heart begins to beat more normally
I am in control once more
A light shines on me and I know that I am not alone
If I give up now what would I miss?
Spirit
My spirit is free
I fly born on the winds back
My troubles stream behind me
Unable to catch me
When I fly with the wind I am safe
When I fly with the wind I am carefree
Nothing can harm me
Everything is right
When my spirit is free
I fly born on the winds back
My troubles stream behind me
Unable to catch me
When I fly with the wind I am safe
When I fly with the wind I am carefree
Nothing can harm me
Everything is right
When my spirit is free
Sold as a Slave
Moonshild Flowergirl hustles down the sidewalk her mind in a fog, one
idea clear in her head. Must..... get... drugs... She is on the verge of withdrawal when she spots him. Her dealer lounges casually against the
corner of the building his eyes darting continuously about the street.
She slows her pace knowing she cannot appear to eager or he will torment
her because of her desperation. As she comes closer to him he turns and
fades into the shadows of the alleyway. She slips into the darkness and
holds her breath. Outside the alleyway people hustle past and the noise
of the street obscures all sound from the alleyway. Moonchild waits
chilled to her bones and shaking from head to toe with nerves. She can
almost feel the presence of the drugs. She gasps a quick, sharp intake
of breath. A small sinister chuckle is heard behind her as cold sharp
metal is pressed to her throat.
"Got my money Bitch?" he snarls as he pulls her head back by her long hair.
She whimpers, "Please I need my drugs. I don't have and money for you bur I will do WHATEVER you want."
"Got my money Bitch?" he snarls as he pulls her head back by her long hair.
She whimpers, "Please I need my drugs. I don't have and money for you bur I will do WHATEVER you want."
Sisterhood
Me and my sis
Love each other a lot
We fight sometimes
But it always works out
She is the one I know I can always turn to
When things are hard
Me and my sis
Have a special bond
We listen to each other's problems
And give each other advice
She teaches me things I need to know
And a few I wish I didn't need to know
Me and my sis
Will always be close
No matter what happens
I love you Tone
She holds me while I cry
And helps me find solutions to my trouble
She cheers me when I'm sad
And helps to make me glad
Me and my sis
We never miss
Love each other a lot
We fight sometimes
But it always works out
She is the one I know I can always turn to
When things are hard
Me and my sis
Have a special bond
We listen to each other's problems
And give each other advice
She teaches me things I need to know
And a few I wish I didn't need to know
Me and my sis
Will always be close
No matter what happens
I love you Tone
She holds me while I cry
And helps me find solutions to my trouble
She cheers me when I'm sad
And helps to make me glad
Me and my sis
We never miss
Shells
Many sizes and shapes
Gathered up in a cape
Brown, white, gold, and pink
Bump together with a faint clink
Curvey, smooth, and round
Collected by many a hound
What are they you say???
Why of course shells.
Gathered up in a cape
Brown, white, gold, and pink
Bump together with a faint clink
Curvey, smooth, and round
Collected by many a hound
What are they you say???
Why of course shells.
Setting
Daylight fades away as dusk begins to turn to dark. The sun sinks behind
the trees while the moon peeps its pale white face onto the scene. The
forest slowly comes alive. The tall sinister trees seem to soften into
something vaguely human. The fairies slowly drift into view chatting
softly amongst themselves. The dryads glide from the trees that are
their homes to join the gathering crowd in the open glade. A hush grows
over the group as a majestic figure appears in the very center high
about the heads of the assembly. She floats gently down to the ground.
As soon as the tips of her toes touch the packed dirt the clearing
changes and morphs into a grand ballroom. Soft lighting and beautiful
music fill the air. The fairies and dryads choose partners and begin the
intricate, elegant dance to invite spring to visit the land. As the
dance progresses the air warms and the trees bud with new leaves. Small
sprouts of grass begin to shoot up underfoot.
Self Portrait
1
A lone figure perches precariously in the window
A book in hand,
She sees not the book but stares fixedly at some unknown object.
Emotions flit across her face like dancing butterflies
Pausing for a moment or several only to be chased away by the next.
2
A girl dances in the rain oblivious to the calculating stares directed her way.
She feels free to do as she wishes,
Their opinions mean nothing to her!
She hears the music and sees the beauty that they disdain.
3
Surrounded by a few close friends she giggles
Relating the newest events with her crush
She gazes outside of the circle and
Blushes ten different shades of red as she spots her crush.
She hurries over to talk to him
He gives her a big hug and her smile stretches from ear to ear
4
Eyes glistening with unshed tears she slowly lowers the phone.
Another heartbreaking conversation with one she loves
It promised to be a good talk but in the end all it brought was pain.
5
Her hair has been curled,
Her eyes sparkle,
She is afraid to sit down, it might crush her dress.
The doorbell rings! The time is here.
She has waited for this magical night forever.
Hours later she stands outside, a solitary figure in the dark
And in the quiet stillness she cries
The bitter tears of disappointment and pain.
A lone figure perches precariously in the window
A book in hand,
She sees not the book but stares fixedly at some unknown object.
Emotions flit across her face like dancing butterflies
Pausing for a moment or several only to be chased away by the next.
2
A girl dances in the rain oblivious to the calculating stares directed her way.
She feels free to do as she wishes,
Their opinions mean nothing to her!
She hears the music and sees the beauty that they disdain.
3
Surrounded by a few close friends she giggles
Relating the newest events with her crush
She gazes outside of the circle and
Blushes ten different shades of red as she spots her crush.
She hurries over to talk to him
He gives her a big hug and her smile stretches from ear to ear
4
Eyes glistening with unshed tears she slowly lowers the phone.
Another heartbreaking conversation with one she loves
It promised to be a good talk but in the end all it brought was pain.
5
Her hair has been curled,
Her eyes sparkle,
She is afraid to sit down, it might crush her dress.
The doorbell rings! The time is here.
She has waited for this magical night forever.
Hours later she stands outside, a solitary figure in the dark
And in the quiet stillness she cries
The bitter tears of disappointment and pain.
Secret
I have a secret. It is hidden so deep down that no one ever guesses that
it is there. Not even my best friend knows about it because I have
never told anyone about it especially him. What would he do? What would
he think? How would he reply? I will probably never tell him. I couldn't
handle it if it ruined our friendship. Besides he doesn't look at me
that way. I am just one of the guys and nothing more. Oh, how wonderful
it would be if he liked me but I know he never would. I am too plain and
too much of a tomboy while he likes dainty, girly-girls. I can't hide
it anymore. Maybe I should just telll him but I am so scared. It could
be the beginning of something beautiful or the ending of the best
friendship I have ever had. He would be the best boyfriend in the world.
But how do I tell him? I can't tell him, he will just laugh. This is
hopeless. No way would I be good enough for him. Do I tell him or not?
It is an impossible question. Maybe I should wait for him to make a
move. No that wouldn't work he is too shy. Even if he liked me he
wouldn't say it. OK I'm going to tell him. I can't keep tourturing
myself over it.
School End
The end of the year,
Is almost here.
Final papers are due,
Before the summer begins anew.
Final exams are upon us,
So studying is a must.
Soon we will be free,
If we don't get a D.
Though the last days drag on,
We soon will be gone.
Free at last,
School is a thing of the past!
Is almost here.
Final papers are due,
Before the summer begins anew.
Final exams are upon us,
So studying is a must.
Soon we will be free,
If we don't get a D.
Though the last days drag on,
We soon will be gone.
Free at last,
School is a thing of the past!
Random
Relative justice, combined with
relational mayhem,
ordered confusion,
joins hands with pretend reality,
imagined truth,
and cautious dare devilry,
follow deceptive honesty,
positive negativity,
instigates a potential conniving scenario,
which imployes a reluctant volunteer.
relational mayhem,
ordered confusion,
joins hands with pretend reality,
imagined truth,
and cautious dare devilry,
follow deceptive honesty,
positive negativity,
instigates a potential conniving scenario,
which imployes a reluctant volunteer.
Questions
What defines true happiness and how do we know when we are truly happy?
What is true love and how do we know when we have found it?
Without love what is there worth living for?
Does anyone really make a lasting impression in the world or a real impact at all?
If I died right now would anyone outside my family even miss me?
Do I really matter to anyone?
How does anyone know when they have met "the one"?
The one they can express everything to and who they can spend their life with?
What is true love and how do we know when we have found it?
Without love what is there worth living for?
Does anyone really make a lasting impression in the world or a real impact at all?
If I died right now would anyone outside my family even miss me?
Do I really matter to anyone?
How does anyone know when they have met "the one"?
The one they can express everything to and who they can spend their life with?
Question
How does one fly with broken wings
How does one tell of unseen things
How to begin a song unsung
What of a bell not rung
Can we listen without an ear
How is it so near
And if so what do we hear
How does one tell of unseen things
How to begin a song unsung
What of a bell not rung
Can we listen without an ear
How is it so near
And if so what do we hear
Peaches
Have you ever eaten a peach? You haven't! Well let me enlighten
you. When you pick up a peach the first thing you notice is that the
skin has a velvety feel. As you take your first bite, juice comes
splattering out and gets all over the place. The inside of the peach is
very sweet and soft. Once you reach the middle of the peach you come to
the pit. Do not eat the pit, throw it away. Now you know how to eat a
peach. ENJOY!
Peace
All is quiet and still.
Take a big breath.
Now let it out slow.
Look at the glow.
The sun's glow.
As it dips below
Below the horizon.
Look at the colors,
The hues of pink
Blended with blue and yellow
The sky is ablaze
But all around is a deep quiet
As though nature itself
Is in awe of the beauty
the beauty of the sunset
And all around in this quiet
Is a feeling of peace
Fill your heart with this peace
For soon it will end
And reality will kick in
As the last rays of the sun
sink below the horizon
nature resumes its hustle and bustle
and you return to your busy life
there to await the next sunset
and the next moment of peace
Take a big breath.
Now let it out slow.
Look at the glow.
The sun's glow.
As it dips below
Below the horizon.
Look at the colors,
The hues of pink
Blended with blue and yellow
The sky is ablaze
But all around is a deep quiet
As though nature itself
Is in awe of the beauty
the beauty of the sunset
And all around in this quiet
Is a feeling of peace
Fill your heart with this peace
For soon it will end
And reality will kick in
As the last rays of the sun
sink below the horizon
nature resumes its hustle and bustle
and you return to your busy life
there to await the next sunset
and the next moment of peace
Oh to Fly
: Oh to fly
: Soul too high
: Up to touch the sky
: Lifted on an angel's sigh
: All I ask is why
: Do the salty tears I cry
: Serve to help you fly
: Soul too high
: Up to touch the sky
: Lifted on an angel's sigh
: All I ask is why
: Do the salty tears I cry
: Serve to help you fly
No Way
Raised voices can be heard from inside the tiny, colorless shack.
The door slams against the outside of the shack as a tall, muscular man
storms out into the bare yard. Behind him a small, nervous woman wrings
her hands.
"How could you do this to me?" he screams. "Damn you woman. How could you?"
"Baby, I..." she stutters painfully to a stop. "I'm sorry Baby."
"Sorry?" he yells, pacing about the tiny yard. "Sorry isn't good enough. How am I supposed to face our friends after this?"
"How are you supposed to face them? Of course it is always all about you. How do you think I feel about all of this? You have it easy compared to me." she yells furiously.
She sits down on the hard ground and buries her face in her hands. Her shoulders shake as silent sobs course through her body and tears pour down her face. Something on the man's face softens and he slowly walks over to his wife, kneels down, and wraps his arms around her.
"Baby I'm sorry. I love you. Come here and lets talk." he says softly in her ear. "We can work this out."
"Thank you Baby. I love you so much and I never want to loose you." she says through her tears.
He helps her to her feet and says "Come on Baby, we have a lot of plans to make and many things to discuss."
She looks at him and says sadly. "I don't deserve you."
Arm in arm they slowly walk back into the house and close the door.
"How could you do this to me?" he screams. "Damn you woman. How could you?"
"Baby, I..." she stutters painfully to a stop. "I'm sorry Baby."
"Sorry?" he yells, pacing about the tiny yard. "Sorry isn't good enough. How am I supposed to face our friends after this?"
"How are you supposed to face them? Of course it is always all about you. How do you think I feel about all of this? You have it easy compared to me." she yells furiously.
She sits down on the hard ground and buries her face in her hands. Her shoulders shake as silent sobs course through her body and tears pour down her face. Something on the man's face softens and he slowly walks over to his wife, kneels down, and wraps his arms around her.
"Baby I'm sorry. I love you. Come here and lets talk." he says softly in her ear. "We can work this out."
"Thank you Baby. I love you so much and I never want to loose you." she says through her tears.
He helps her to her feet and says "Come on Baby, we have a lot of plans to make and many things to discuss."
She looks at him and says sadly. "I don't deserve you."
Arm in arm they slowly walk back into the house and close the door.
My Heart Filled With Love
Here is a small representation of what is in my heart,
Shown through these words,
Illustrated thourgh art,
I hope this tugs on cords,
Cords of your heart and emotions,
Showing my devotion,
And my love for you,
Oh so true.
Thankyou for all you do,
And your love that is always new,
You are always there,
(In my hair)
You support me always,
Every day.
Your love holds my up,
Like a mother dog with her pup.
I love you.
Shown through these words,
Illustrated thourgh art,
I hope this tugs on cords,
Cords of your heart and emotions,
Showing my devotion,
And my love for you,
Oh so true.
Thankyou for all you do,
And your love that is always new,
You are always there,
(In my hair)
You support me always,
Every day.
Your love holds my up,
Like a mother dog with her pup.
I love you.
Murder
It was dark and stormy. Scary weather that followed my mood. Pathetic
fallacy I know but the time had come where the act was destined. I walk
into the kitchen, grab the knife and started chopping. Swing, Hack,
Dice, Chop. I have always dreaded carving raw meat. Who would have
thought that I would be here, now , covering up this dreadful crime.
There! Now I throw all the pieces in the pot and boil the flesh off the
bones. Next step, bury all the incriminating evidence. No one will ever
know I am a murderer if there is no evidence to prove it. I look down at
my hands, my stomach churns at the sight of blood. How will I ever
sleep again with blood on my hands? My God what have I done! I have
literally cut my best friend in a million pieces. I cannot stand this
anymore. The blood is everywhere. I do not deserve to live after the
horror I have inflicted. *Grable the knife* Oh cruel and hopeless world
how can you betray me like this. *Slits wrists.* Who knew dying would
feel like this. The next morning discovery was made of the girl dead on
the floor, with a pile of beef on the table next to her.
Moving
Moving is complicated. Packing, driving, and unpacking. Moving implies
starting over. Starting fresh in a new place whether it be a new town, a
new state, or even a new country. Saying goodbye to old friends.
Meeting new people and making new friends. The butterflies in your
stomach as you prepare for the first day of school in a new school with
new people. Adjusting to new teachers and new methods of operating.
Realizing that you have a chance for a new reputation. Figuring out that
no one knows who you have been or what you have done. Attempting to
establish a good reputation as hardworking and trustworthy. Putting the
past behind you and focusing on the now and preparing for the future.
Moving
Why would someone move?
As to me the possible reasons are limitless.
Whether a person moves to advance in a job,
Or moves for treatment of a ptentially fatal disease,
Or wants a fresh start with a clean slate,
Or the excitement of meeting new people,
Or perhaps moving to a bigger house,
Or a safer, cleaner, neighborhood,
Or perchance to keep life exciting and avoid the mundane,
Or to accomadate a child's dream for school,
Or to escape trouble with the law,
Or to get away from unsupportive family members,
Or to be close to someone you dearly love,
Or simply enjoy the thrill of seeing new places,
These with all the rest are only a few,
Of the multitude of incredible reasons for moving.
To me moving is an adventure,
Every challenge,
Every opportunity,
Every possibility that awaits.
To me it is not why would someone move, it is instead why wouldn't someone move?
As to me the possible reasons are limitless.
Whether a person moves to advance in a job,
Or moves for treatment of a ptentially fatal disease,
Or wants a fresh start with a clean slate,
Or the excitement of meeting new people,
Or perhaps moving to a bigger house,
Or a safer, cleaner, neighborhood,
Or perchance to keep life exciting and avoid the mundane,
Or to accomadate a child's dream for school,
Or to escape trouble with the law,
Or to get away from unsupportive family members,
Or to be close to someone you dearly love,
Or simply enjoy the thrill of seeing new places,
These with all the rest are only a few,
Of the multitude of incredible reasons for moving.
To me moving is an adventure,
Every challenge,
Every opportunity,
Every possibility that awaits.
To me it is not why would someone move, it is instead why wouldn't someone move?
Moments of Romance
Walking down the beach,
Hand in hand.
Wind whipping our hair,
Smell of the ocean in the air.
Sunsets and crashing waves,
Tender moments.
A moment away from reality,
Special times remembered forever.
Hand in hand.
Wind whipping our hair,
Smell of the ocean in the air.
Sunsets and crashing waves,
Tender moments.
A moment away from reality,
Special times remembered forever.
Missing You
I miss you.
I miss the sound of your heartbeat as we lie together.
I miss the warmth of your body next to mine.
I miss looking into your eyes.
I miss holding your hand and the feel of your lips on mine.
I miss watching movies all snuggled up together.
I miss your smile and the twinkle in your eyes.
I miss running my fingers through your hair.
I miss stealing your soap.
I miss watching the sun set with you.
But most of all I just miss being with you.
I miss the sound of your heartbeat as we lie together.
I miss the warmth of your body next to mine.
I miss looking into your eyes.
I miss holding your hand and the feel of your lips on mine.
I miss watching movies all snuggled up together.
I miss your smile and the twinkle in your eyes.
I miss running my fingers through your hair.
I miss stealing your soap.
I miss watching the sun set with you.
But most of all I just miss being with you.
Minnie's Apple Pie Disaster
"Mother, is it almost time for us to make apple pie? The apples look
ripe, and last year you said I could help you this year," Minnie asked
excitedly.
"Now dear, calm down. I was just thinking about it. I have to run to the store today, so we can make the pies tomorrow. While I go to the store, you need to pick three baskets of apples," Mother said.
"Ok mother, I will. Have a good time in town."
Minnie hurried out to the orchard to pick apples, pulling the baskets behind her. When she reached the orchard, she set the baskets down and begins picking. At first, picking the apples was very easy. All of a sudden she found that she could not reach any more.
"What am I to do now?" she asked herself. "My first basket is only half full. I know! I will go ask father to help me build a ladder."
"Why do you need me to help you build a ladder?" asked father.
"I'd rather not say. It is a surprise. Will you please help me anyway?" asked Minnie sweetly.
"Okay, I will help you by designing the ladder, cutting the wood, and showing you how to put it together. Afterwards, I will let you finish it all by yourself," said father.
About two hours later Minnie rushed back to the orchard with her newly made ladder and resumed picking. An hour later she slowly walked into the kitchen with her apples, one basket at a time. All of her baskets were overflowing with apples. Her mother looked up, surprised.
"Good job, Minnie. Pull up a chair and you can start peeling and chopping the apples." her mother said. "First thing tomorrow we will begin the pies."
The next day Minnie's mother showed her how to make a crust and the pie filling. She left her alone to work on the pies.
"My, oh my, I never realized how much work making a pie is," Minnie said to herself.
Slowly and carefully, she began to work on her pie. First she measured out all the ingredients for the pie crust and mixed them together. Next, she greased up the pie pan and smoothed the crust over it, leaving some extra out for the top. Then she began making the filling.
"Let me see, I have put everything in but the sugar. Well, here it goes," Minnie said to herself.
Minnie added the sugar, put the filling in the pie, and popped it in the oven. About thirty minutes later she removed the pie and tasted a tiny bit of the filling.
"Oh no! It is completely and totally salty! I'm going to have to start all over," she wailed.
Minnie quickly made a new crust and smoothed it out. Then she made a new pie filling. This time she tasted it before she put it in the crust. Then she carefully slid it into the oven. Thirty minutes later she brought it out of the oven. It looked absolutely perfect. Now, all she had to do was wait.
That night after dinner she presented it to her family and eagerly waited for their response.
"Why honey, it is delicious!" they chimed together.
And that is how Minnie's disaster turned into a great apple pie!
"Now dear, calm down. I was just thinking about it. I have to run to the store today, so we can make the pies tomorrow. While I go to the store, you need to pick three baskets of apples," Mother said.
"Ok mother, I will. Have a good time in town."
Minnie hurried out to the orchard to pick apples, pulling the baskets behind her. When she reached the orchard, she set the baskets down and begins picking. At first, picking the apples was very easy. All of a sudden she found that she could not reach any more.
"What am I to do now?" she asked herself. "My first basket is only half full. I know! I will go ask father to help me build a ladder."
"Why do you need me to help you build a ladder?" asked father.
"I'd rather not say. It is a surprise. Will you please help me anyway?" asked Minnie sweetly.
"Okay, I will help you by designing the ladder, cutting the wood, and showing you how to put it together. Afterwards, I will let you finish it all by yourself," said father.
About two hours later Minnie rushed back to the orchard with her newly made ladder and resumed picking. An hour later she slowly walked into the kitchen with her apples, one basket at a time. All of her baskets were overflowing with apples. Her mother looked up, surprised.
"Good job, Minnie. Pull up a chair and you can start peeling and chopping the apples." her mother said. "First thing tomorrow we will begin the pies."
The next day Minnie's mother showed her how to make a crust and the pie filling. She left her alone to work on the pies.
"My, oh my, I never realized how much work making a pie is," Minnie said to herself.
Slowly and carefully, she began to work on her pie. First she measured out all the ingredients for the pie crust and mixed them together. Next, she greased up the pie pan and smoothed the crust over it, leaving some extra out for the top. Then she began making the filling.
"Let me see, I have put everything in but the sugar. Well, here it goes," Minnie said to herself.
Minnie added the sugar, put the filling in the pie, and popped it in the oven. About thirty minutes later she removed the pie and tasted a tiny bit of the filling.
"Oh no! It is completely and totally salty! I'm going to have to start all over," she wailed.
Minnie quickly made a new crust and smoothed it out. Then she made a new pie filling. This time she tasted it before she put it in the crust. Then she carefully slid it into the oven. Thirty minutes later she brought it out of the oven. It looked absolutely perfect. Now, all she had to do was wait.
That night after dinner she presented it to her family and eagerly waited for their response.
"Why honey, it is delicious!" they chimed together.
And that is how Minnie's disaster turned into a great apple pie!
Melissa (Observation) 8-9
As I lay on the grass, I could see a group of children playing
across the street. One was a little girl named Melissa. Her straight,
chin-length, blond hair framed her light blue eye and her freckles. Her
thin limbs were encased in a bright, shiny, silver shirt and a pair of
blue jeans. Her legs flew swiftly across the grass as she ran.
Suddenly she fell. A moment later, I heard her crying. I watched as she slowly pulled herself up and limped inside. A few minutes later she reappeared with a large band aid peeking out from the huge hole in the knee of her jeans. She was once again smiling and appeared pain free. All of a sudden her eyes lit up and she dashed across the yard, rushing to greet the older girl who was walking on the sidewalk. I watched as they exchanged a few works, and then the older girl continued down the sidewalk.
The sound of a door slamming echoed over the yard and Melissa turned just in time to see a plump little boy come running down the stairs and over to the swing set. Laughing, she over and began pushing him. A moment later two of the children ran across the yard and shoved Melissa and the little boy out of the way and took over the swing set. Melissa's lower lip began quivering, and the little boy began screaming. Immediately, Melissa dashed back into the house. A few moments later her mother came to the door and called the other two children inside. Smiling, Melissa ran back over to the little boy and together they got back on the swing and began pumping their legs faster and faster. Quickly, Melissa began gaining height until it seemed she would fly over the swing and never come back down again. A moment later she jumped off the swing and ran over o the tree next to the swing. After just a moment or two she was at the top of the tree, looking down at the little boy as he swung.
Suddenly she fell. A moment later, I heard her crying. I watched as she slowly pulled herself up and limped inside. A few minutes later she reappeared with a large band aid peeking out from the huge hole in the knee of her jeans. She was once again smiling and appeared pain free. All of a sudden her eyes lit up and she dashed across the yard, rushing to greet the older girl who was walking on the sidewalk. I watched as they exchanged a few works, and then the older girl continued down the sidewalk.
The sound of a door slamming echoed over the yard and Melissa turned just in time to see a plump little boy come running down the stairs and over to the swing set. Laughing, she over and began pushing him. A moment later two of the children ran across the yard and shoved Melissa and the little boy out of the way and took over the swing set. Melissa's lower lip began quivering, and the little boy began screaming. Immediately, Melissa dashed back into the house. A few moments later her mother came to the door and called the other two children inside. Smiling, Melissa ran back over to the little boy and together they got back on the swing and began pumping their legs faster and faster. Quickly, Melissa began gaining height until it seemed she would fly over the swing and never come back down again. A moment later she jumped off the swing and ran over o the tree next to the swing. After just a moment or two she was at the top of the tree, looking down at the little boy as he swung.
Melissa (Journal) 8-9 years old
Dear Journal, 2-14-05
Oooooo! Those mean old boys. I wish I could make them be nice. Why can't they? I mean it's not that hard. Is it? Grrrrr. Anyways enough about them. Guess what? I picked out the blanket for my room today. It is so pretty! It has Tinkerbell all over it and it has all kinds of pretty blues and sparkles in it. It will go great in my new room! I hope Mommy and Daddy finish it soon. I can't wait to move into it. It's gonna be sooooooo pretty. I won't have to share with both my sisters' just Josie! YAY! Samantha will have her own room. Mommy said that our room won't be finished until the end of the summer. I don't think I can wait that long.
Goodnight, Journal
Dear Journal, 2-15-05
Yes, I got an A+ on my spelling test. Mommy was sooooo happy. I studied for a long time for that test and I did really well. Tomorrow Mommy said we would go get ice cream to celebrate. I love ice cream. Mommy loves to tell people that her girls all have straight A's. I wouldn't want to disappoint her. I mean I love making her smile.
Goodnight Journal.
Dear Journal, 2-16-05
I accidentally said that Uncle Jerry was ugly. I didn't mean to but I did. Mommy and everybody else started laughing. I started crying after they left cause I thought I hurt his feelings. Cousin Lila let me borrow her cell phone to call him and make sure he wasn't mad. Boy, was I ever glad to hear that he wasn't mad at me. I get so upset when people are mean to me that I hate it when I am mean to someone else.
Goodnight Journal.
Dear Journal, 2-17-05
Grandma had surgery the other day and we haven't heard from her. I hope she's ok cause I love her and I miss her. We can't even go see her because she lives in Michigan. We went to Mishigan last summer and got to go swimming and boating and all kinds of other cool stuff. Mommy and Daddy were there for 2 weeks and then I stayed up there for 2 more weeks. It was a lot of fun and I had a blast. Oh, Sunday we are getting together with the whole family for Aunt Melanie's birthday. I hope she likes the present I made for her.
Goodnight, Journal.
Oooooo! Those mean old boys. I wish I could make them be nice. Why can't they? I mean it's not that hard. Is it? Grrrrr. Anyways enough about them. Guess what? I picked out the blanket for my room today. It is so pretty! It has Tinkerbell all over it and it has all kinds of pretty blues and sparkles in it. It will go great in my new room! I hope Mommy and Daddy finish it soon. I can't wait to move into it. It's gonna be sooooooo pretty. I won't have to share with both my sisters' just Josie! YAY! Samantha will have her own room. Mommy said that our room won't be finished until the end of the summer. I don't think I can wait that long.
Goodnight, Journal
Dear Journal, 2-15-05
Yes, I got an A+ on my spelling test. Mommy was sooooo happy. I studied for a long time for that test and I did really well. Tomorrow Mommy said we would go get ice cream to celebrate. I love ice cream. Mommy loves to tell people that her girls all have straight A's. I wouldn't want to disappoint her. I mean I love making her smile.
Goodnight Journal.
Dear Journal, 2-16-05
I accidentally said that Uncle Jerry was ugly. I didn't mean to but I did. Mommy and everybody else started laughing. I started crying after they left cause I thought I hurt his feelings. Cousin Lila let me borrow her cell phone to call him and make sure he wasn't mad. Boy, was I ever glad to hear that he wasn't mad at me. I get so upset when people are mean to me that I hate it when I am mean to someone else.
Goodnight Journal.
Dear Journal, 2-17-05
Grandma had surgery the other day and we haven't heard from her. I hope she's ok cause I love her and I miss her. We can't even go see her because she lives in Michigan. We went to Mishigan last summer and got to go swimming and boating and all kinds of other cool stuff. Mommy and Daddy were there for 2 weeks and then I stayed up there for 2 more weeks. It was a lot of fun and I had a blast. Oh, Sunday we are getting together with the whole family for Aunt Melanie's birthday. I hope she likes the present I made for her.
Goodnight, Journal.
Thursday, March 8, 2012
Lost
I am lost in a sea of people
I am one of the crowd
And yet I am all alone
I am lost in a fog
A fog of confusion and doubt
I don't understand myself anymore
I don't know what I want
What happened to the self-assured person
Who knew exactly what she wanted from life?
Who knew exactly what her next move should be?
I wish I had someone to turn to
Someone who could set me straight again
My dreams feel like they are impossible to attain
My goals feel like they are too high to reach
What do I do?
Tell me
Someone
Please
I am one of the crowd
And yet I am all alone
I am lost in a fog
A fog of confusion and doubt
I don't understand myself anymore
I don't know what I want
What happened to the self-assured person
Who knew exactly what she wanted from life?
Who knew exactly what her next move should be?
I wish I had someone to turn to
Someone who could set me straight again
My dreams feel like they are impossible to attain
My goals feel like they are too high to reach
What do I do?
Tell me
Someone
Please
Lonely
I am so lonely.
I wish you were here.
But you don't know me.
And I dont know you.
Or if we do know each other,
We dont know we are meant to be
together
I long to feel your arms around me.
I wish I knew you were there for me.
I wish you would always be there whenever I needed you.
Be there for me throughjoy and sorrow.
I am so lonely.
Will you come fill the void in my heart?
I need you to make me whole.
Without you I am a shell
I am so lonely.
I wish you were here.
But you don't know me.
And I dont know you.
Or if we do know each other,
We dont know we are meant to be
together
I long to feel your arms around me.
I wish I knew you were there for me.
I wish you would always be there whenever I needed you.
Be there for me throughjoy and sorrow.
I am so lonely.
Will you come fill the void in my heart?
I need you to make me whole.
Without you I am a shell
I am so lonely.
Literacy in America
America is said to be the land of the free, the home of the brave,
and the land of opportunity. America prides itself on being the best
country in the world. It is where people from all over the world strive
to be. People everywhere believe that if they can just make it to
America they will have opportunities they never would have in their
homelands. The American Dream is one where anyone, no matter their
money, status, or education can move up the ladder of society and be
whatever they want to be. However for those who cannot read the
opportunities for advancement are greatly limited or nonexistent.
In the Academic American Encyclopedia (AAE) Vol. 12 literacy is defined as the ability to read and write. The levels of ability to read and write are redefined according to the culture and time as well as the part of the world one is in. Earlier in American history literacy was defined as the ability to write one’s name, while today literacy in America is defined as “understanding and producing a simple statement on everyday life” (Cockcroft 368). Functional literacy however is a different thing altogether.
Culture, critical, and workplace all have standards for functional literacy. “Cultural literacy is the ability to read in order to express oneself, solve problems, and participate in educated society” (Cockcroft 368). If one cannot communicate clearly on a day to day basis they are culturally, functionally, illiterate. “Critical literacy is reading not just for information but to evaluate the information” (Cockcroft 368). Not only should one be able to read but one should be able to withdraw information from what they read to use in other ways. “Workplace literacy involves such things as verbal communication skills, how to use a computer, reading blueprints, and using elementary statistics” (Cockcroft 368). Many aspects are involved in being functionally literate in the workplace. Some aspects differ between different careers but the basic aspects are the same in every job.
According to the National Adult Literacy Survey (NALS) approximately fifty percent of the population is functionally illiterate. This means that they are only literate on level one or level two. There are over ninety million adults in America who can only perform the basic literary functions. The NALS found around sixty-one million adults could function on level three which indicates that they are moderately functioning in literary aspects. They are able to decipher and integrate information from long, difficult passages of text. Close to twenty-percent of the adult population functioned on the highest levels of literacy. Level four and level five are those who are able draw information from the longest and densest articles and documents. Not only can they draw the information out but they can then use that information in something else.
Adult illiteracy also impacts children. Children of illiterate people are often illiterate themselves. A person’s surroundings often impact their life in many ways. Children who grow up having their parents read to them and take an interest in their schooling tend to be better in school. Those children who have illiterate parents often grow up in poverty and the cycle repeats itself over again. It is like being in the middle of a dark tunnel. They cannot see the light nor do they know if it is even there. Since they cannot see the light they do not attempt to move toward it. This causes them to be stuck in a rut and live their lives the same way their parents did-in poverty.
The NALS also tried to make connections between literacy levels and ability to function in the professional world. The average that level one adults worked was eighteen to nineteen weeks per year while the level four and five adults worked were almost three times that amount. The monetary earnings varied greatly between levels. Level one adults made around two hundred and thirty dollars a week while level three adults made three hundred and fifty dollars a week and level five adults made six hundred and twenty to six hundred and eighty dollars a week. Levels of literacy also corresponded directly with requests for food stamps, poverty, and whether or not they voted. Many consequences result from illiteracy. Poverty, welfare, employment, and crime rates are all related to illiteracy according to Barton. In prisons that were evaluated approximately seventy percent of the inmates were illiterate.
“Yet, some argue that lower literacy skills mean a lower quality of life and more limited employment opportunities. As noted in a recent report from the American Society for Training and Development, The association between skills and opportunity for individual Americans is powerful and growing… Individuals with poor skills do not have much to bargain with; they are condemned to low earnings and limited choices” (Jenkins 22).
Although having a high literacy rate is a bonus it does not necessarily guarantee a job. Having said that, it is still highly important for those in America to be functionally literate and if possible functioning at a high level of literacy.
“Still, literacy can be thought of as a currency in this society. Just as adults with little money have difficulty meeting their basic needs, those with limited literacy skills are likely to find it more challenging to pursue their goals- whether these involve job advancement, consumer decision making, citizenship, or other aspects of their lives” (Jenkins 22).
The higher literacy rate one has the better one’s chances for advancement in life.
One of the problems on the road to literacy according to The National Right to Read Foundation (NRRF) is the method of teaching reading.
“Learning to read is like learning to drive a car. You take lessons and learn the mechanics and the rules of the road. After a few weeks you have learned how to drive, how to stop, how to shift gears, how to park, and how to signal. You have also learned to stop at a red light and understand road signs. When you are ready, you take a road test, and if you pass, you can drive. Phonics-first works the same way. The child learns the mechanics of reading, and when he's through, he can read.” (Sweet 1).
The method of teaching still used today is outdated and useless.
"In the course of researching this book, I made a shocking, incredible discovery:
that for the last forty years the . . . children of America have been taught to read
by a method originally conceived and used in the early 1800s to teach the deaf
how to read, an [experimental] method which has long since been discarded by
the teachers of the deaf themselves as inadequate and outmoded. Yet, today, the
vast majority of . . . American children are still being taught by this very method.
The result has been widespread reading disability" (Sweet 1).
Even though the system was discarded by the teachers who came up with it many of today’s youth are still being taught by the outdated system which researchers have found to be ineffective. Phonics should be taught rather than the look say method. Phonics are the building blocks with which any student can read any word simply by sounding it out. Why then is this system for teaching the youth to read not been discarded? Tradition plays a big part in keeping the system in operation. Another reason is that of the businesses that profit from the system. America does not want to acknowledge the literacy problem. If the problem is not acknowledged there is no way to fix it.
The World Socialist Web Site (WSWS) informs the reader that out of one hundred and ninety-one adult Americans forty-four million cannot read a newspaper and another fifty million cannot read above an eighth grade level. These statistics mean that one out of two people in America are functionally illiterate. The research for this article also shows that this illiteracy rate is growing rather than shrinking. If America continues to decline at this rate it will not be long before the population as a whole is functionally illiterate.
The southern states are the worst statistically in many ways including literacy rates. Mississippi is ranked the ultimate lowest in the United States. Thirty percent of Mississippi’s adult population placed in the first level of literacy meaning they could not even read a newspaper. Louisana comes in second place with twenty-eight percent and Alabama, Florida, and South Carolina are all tied for third place with twenty-five percent statistically. If the statistics for level one and level two were combined in these states the illiterate portion of the population would be approximately seventy percent of the population. Although the US prides itself on being better than the other countries of the world the sad truth is that America is the most illiterate country in the world second only to Poland. How is it that a country can pride itself on an illiteracy rate that bad?
One of the major concerns for those in this country who are illiterate is not only the inability to hold jobs and the fact that those who are functionally illiterate generally fall below the poverty line, but also medically. Many of the illiterate population cannot follow basic medical instructions which can therefore cause their health to take a drastic downward turn. In one study seventy percent of those who participated could not understand the consent form. The inability to understand something as simple as a consent form raises questions about whether the patients could in fact take care of themselves.
What is America going to do about this problem of illiteracy? According to the DeVos Center for Religion and Civil Society (DCRDS) one solution that was put into affect was free compulsory education. Over one hundred and eighty-four billion dollars is poured into compulsory education each year. Although free education is in place many Americans graduate without the basic reading and writing skills needed in the working world. In 1988 over three hundred million dollars was funded to attempt to make the illiterate population functionally literate. Job Corps and other non-profit organizations are not included in that count.
The solutions to fix America’s illiteracy problem are not perfect nor are they easy solutions. It is never too late for an illiterate adult to learn to read and write and to become functionally literate (Barton 1). There is Adult or Family Literacy Programs that are free based through public libraries, churches, and synagogues. One method used to teach those who are illiterate is the Barton Reading and Spelling System. (BRSS). The BRSS is highly effective especially on those adults who have trouble reading because of dyslexia. Illiteracy is a huge problem in America. What is going to be done to help America educate not only its young people but its adults?
Works Cited Page
Adult. “Adult Literacy.” Barton Reading and Spelling System. September 28, 2006
http://www.bartonreading.com/adult.html
Allen, Jeanne. “Illiteracy in America: What to Do About It?”
Research DeVos Center for Religion and Civil Society. February 10, 1989.
September 28, 2006. http://www.heritage.org/Research/Religion/bg690.cfm
Cockcroft, James and Radwin, Eugene. “Literacy and Illiteracy.”
Academic American Encyclopedia. Vol. 12. Danbury, Connecticut; Grolier
Incorporated, 1998.
Jenkins, Lynn and Jungeblut, Ann and Kirsein, Irwin and Kolstad, Andrew.
“Adult Literacy in America”. U.S. Department of Education. April 2002.
September 27, 2006. http://nces.ed.gov/pubs93/93275.pdf
Roberts, Larry. “Illiteracy on the Rise in America” World Socialist Web Site.
October 14,1998. September 28, 2006.
http://www.wsws.org/news/1998/oct1998/ill-o14.shtml
Sweet, Robert. “Illiteracy: An Incurable Disease or Education Malpractice?”
The National Right to Read Foundation. 1996. September 28, 2006.
http://www.nrrf.org/essay_Illiteracy.html
In the Academic American Encyclopedia (AAE) Vol. 12 literacy is defined as the ability to read and write. The levels of ability to read and write are redefined according to the culture and time as well as the part of the world one is in. Earlier in American history literacy was defined as the ability to write one’s name, while today literacy in America is defined as “understanding and producing a simple statement on everyday life” (Cockcroft 368). Functional literacy however is a different thing altogether.
Culture, critical, and workplace all have standards for functional literacy. “Cultural literacy is the ability to read in order to express oneself, solve problems, and participate in educated society” (Cockcroft 368). If one cannot communicate clearly on a day to day basis they are culturally, functionally, illiterate. “Critical literacy is reading not just for information but to evaluate the information” (Cockcroft 368). Not only should one be able to read but one should be able to withdraw information from what they read to use in other ways. “Workplace literacy involves such things as verbal communication skills, how to use a computer, reading blueprints, and using elementary statistics” (Cockcroft 368). Many aspects are involved in being functionally literate in the workplace. Some aspects differ between different careers but the basic aspects are the same in every job.
According to the National Adult Literacy Survey (NALS) approximately fifty percent of the population is functionally illiterate. This means that they are only literate on level one or level two. There are over ninety million adults in America who can only perform the basic literary functions. The NALS found around sixty-one million adults could function on level three which indicates that they are moderately functioning in literary aspects. They are able to decipher and integrate information from long, difficult passages of text. Close to twenty-percent of the adult population functioned on the highest levels of literacy. Level four and level five are those who are able draw information from the longest and densest articles and documents. Not only can they draw the information out but they can then use that information in something else.
Adult illiteracy also impacts children. Children of illiterate people are often illiterate themselves. A person’s surroundings often impact their life in many ways. Children who grow up having their parents read to them and take an interest in their schooling tend to be better in school. Those children who have illiterate parents often grow up in poverty and the cycle repeats itself over again. It is like being in the middle of a dark tunnel. They cannot see the light nor do they know if it is even there. Since they cannot see the light they do not attempt to move toward it. This causes them to be stuck in a rut and live their lives the same way their parents did-in poverty.
The NALS also tried to make connections between literacy levels and ability to function in the professional world. The average that level one adults worked was eighteen to nineteen weeks per year while the level four and five adults worked were almost three times that amount. The monetary earnings varied greatly between levels. Level one adults made around two hundred and thirty dollars a week while level three adults made three hundred and fifty dollars a week and level five adults made six hundred and twenty to six hundred and eighty dollars a week. Levels of literacy also corresponded directly with requests for food stamps, poverty, and whether or not they voted. Many consequences result from illiteracy. Poverty, welfare, employment, and crime rates are all related to illiteracy according to Barton. In prisons that were evaluated approximately seventy percent of the inmates were illiterate.
“Yet, some argue that lower literacy skills mean a lower quality of life and more limited employment opportunities. As noted in a recent report from the American Society for Training and Development, The association between skills and opportunity for individual Americans is powerful and growing… Individuals with poor skills do not have much to bargain with; they are condemned to low earnings and limited choices” (Jenkins 22).
Although having a high literacy rate is a bonus it does not necessarily guarantee a job. Having said that, it is still highly important for those in America to be functionally literate and if possible functioning at a high level of literacy.
“Still, literacy can be thought of as a currency in this society. Just as adults with little money have difficulty meeting their basic needs, those with limited literacy skills are likely to find it more challenging to pursue their goals- whether these involve job advancement, consumer decision making, citizenship, or other aspects of their lives” (Jenkins 22).
The higher literacy rate one has the better one’s chances for advancement in life.
One of the problems on the road to literacy according to The National Right to Read Foundation (NRRF) is the method of teaching reading.
“Learning to read is like learning to drive a car. You take lessons and learn the mechanics and the rules of the road. After a few weeks you have learned how to drive, how to stop, how to shift gears, how to park, and how to signal. You have also learned to stop at a red light and understand road signs. When you are ready, you take a road test, and if you pass, you can drive. Phonics-first works the same way. The child learns the mechanics of reading, and when he's through, he can read.” (Sweet 1).
The method of teaching still used today is outdated and useless.
"In the course of researching this book, I made a shocking, incredible discovery:
that for the last forty years the . . . children of America have been taught to read
by a method originally conceived and used in the early 1800s to teach the deaf
how to read, an [experimental] method which has long since been discarded by
the teachers of the deaf themselves as inadequate and outmoded. Yet, today, the
vast majority of . . . American children are still being taught by this very method.
The result has been widespread reading disability" (Sweet 1).
Even though the system was discarded by the teachers who came up with it many of today’s youth are still being taught by the outdated system which researchers have found to be ineffective. Phonics should be taught rather than the look say method. Phonics are the building blocks with which any student can read any word simply by sounding it out. Why then is this system for teaching the youth to read not been discarded? Tradition plays a big part in keeping the system in operation. Another reason is that of the businesses that profit from the system. America does not want to acknowledge the literacy problem. If the problem is not acknowledged there is no way to fix it.
The World Socialist Web Site (WSWS) informs the reader that out of one hundred and ninety-one adult Americans forty-four million cannot read a newspaper and another fifty million cannot read above an eighth grade level. These statistics mean that one out of two people in America are functionally illiterate. The research for this article also shows that this illiteracy rate is growing rather than shrinking. If America continues to decline at this rate it will not be long before the population as a whole is functionally illiterate.
The southern states are the worst statistically in many ways including literacy rates. Mississippi is ranked the ultimate lowest in the United States. Thirty percent of Mississippi’s adult population placed in the first level of literacy meaning they could not even read a newspaper. Louisana comes in second place with twenty-eight percent and Alabama, Florida, and South Carolina are all tied for third place with twenty-five percent statistically. If the statistics for level one and level two were combined in these states the illiterate portion of the population would be approximately seventy percent of the population. Although the US prides itself on being better than the other countries of the world the sad truth is that America is the most illiterate country in the world second only to Poland. How is it that a country can pride itself on an illiteracy rate that bad?
One of the major concerns for those in this country who are illiterate is not only the inability to hold jobs and the fact that those who are functionally illiterate generally fall below the poverty line, but also medically. Many of the illiterate population cannot follow basic medical instructions which can therefore cause their health to take a drastic downward turn. In one study seventy percent of those who participated could not understand the consent form. The inability to understand something as simple as a consent form raises questions about whether the patients could in fact take care of themselves.
What is America going to do about this problem of illiteracy? According to the DeVos Center for Religion and Civil Society (DCRDS) one solution that was put into affect was free compulsory education. Over one hundred and eighty-four billion dollars is poured into compulsory education each year. Although free education is in place many Americans graduate without the basic reading and writing skills needed in the working world. In 1988 over three hundred million dollars was funded to attempt to make the illiterate population functionally literate. Job Corps and other non-profit organizations are not included in that count.
The solutions to fix America’s illiteracy problem are not perfect nor are they easy solutions. It is never too late for an illiterate adult to learn to read and write and to become functionally literate (Barton 1). There is Adult or Family Literacy Programs that are free based through public libraries, churches, and synagogues. One method used to teach those who are illiterate is the Barton Reading and Spelling System. (BRSS). The BRSS is highly effective especially on those adults who have trouble reading because of dyslexia. Illiteracy is a huge problem in America. What is going to be done to help America educate not only its young people but its adults?
Works Cited Page
Adult. “Adult Literacy.” Barton Reading and Spelling System. September 28, 2006
http://www.bartonreading.com/adult.html
Allen, Jeanne. “Illiteracy in America: What to Do About It?”
Research DeVos Center for Religion and Civil Society. February 10, 1989.
September 28, 2006. http://www.heritage.org/Research/Religion/bg690.cfm
Cockcroft, James and Radwin, Eugene. “Literacy and Illiteracy.”
Academic American Encyclopedia. Vol. 12. Danbury, Connecticut; Grolier
Incorporated, 1998.
Jenkins, Lynn and Jungeblut, Ann and Kirsein, Irwin and Kolstad, Andrew.
“Adult Literacy in America”. U.S. Department of Education. April 2002.
September 27, 2006. http://nces.ed.gov/pubs93/93275.pdf
Roberts, Larry. “Illiteracy on the Rise in America” World Socialist Web Site.
October 14,1998. September 28, 2006.
http://www.wsws.org/news/1998/oct1998/ill-o14.shtml
Sweet, Robert. “Illiteracy: An Incurable Disease or Education Malpractice?”
The National Right to Read Foundation. 1996. September 28, 2006.
http://www.nrrf.org/essay_Illiteracy.html
Life and Love
I never knew that I could feel this way
It never occurred to me
I thought I knew what love was but I didn't have a clue.
True love is more than a feeling, more than an emotion.
True love is:
Doing anything for them no matter the cost.
Wanting whatever will make them the happiest even if it means loosing them.
Laughing with them,
Crying with them,
Sharing equally in joy, sorrow, anger, hurt, work, play, and all that life offers,
Love is more than just a four letter word.
Love is life lived not for self but for another,
Love is baring your soul regardless of possible pain.
Love is the essence of life and without it life is empty and meaningless.
Life without love is like a black and white painting,
Adding the love is like adding color, dimension, texture, and interest.
Love turns something good into something wonderful, spectacular, and amazing.
Love makes even the hardest situation bearable because there is another sharing the situation and telling you it is going to be fine.
Love and life go together like peanut butter and jelly.
It never occurred to me
I thought I knew what love was but I didn't have a clue.
True love is more than a feeling, more than an emotion.
True love is:
Doing anything for them no matter the cost.
Wanting whatever will make them the happiest even if it means loosing them.
Laughing with them,
Crying with them,
Sharing equally in joy, sorrow, anger, hurt, work, play, and all that life offers,
Love is more than just a four letter word.
Love is life lived not for self but for another,
Love is baring your soul regardless of possible pain.
Love is the essence of life and without it life is empty and meaningless.
Life without love is like a black and white painting,
Adding the love is like adding color, dimension, texture, and interest.
Love turns something good into something wonderful, spectacular, and amazing.
Love makes even the hardest situation bearable because there is another sharing the situation and telling you it is going to be fine.
Love and life go together like peanut butter and jelly.
Life
Passing Time
Turning Wheel
Carrige
Trip
Parting
Sorrow
Tears
Healing
Restoration
Joy Laughter
Good Times
Children
Hope
Turning Wheel
Carrige
Trip
Parting
Sorrow
Tears
Healing
Restoration
Joy Laughter
Good Times
Children
Hope
Imagination
Imagination powers the best writing and has the best ideas. Using you
imagination leads to creativity. When you imagine you create and
entirely new world and a space for yourself to be free. It doesn't
matter if the sky is blue or neon green. All that matters is that the
space is yours and no one can take that away from you. Feel free to
dream and be unique. Be weird if you want to. The only limit to your fun
and expression is the limit you, yourself put on your imagination. If
you set your imagination free to roam where it will, you open the door
to a whole new realm of possibilities.
hmmm?
A small amount of fuzz covers the smooth skin, perfectly rounded,
encasing its delights. Inside the juicy, tender, perfectly ripe fruit
hides under the pink skin. The intoxicating smell beckons, tells how
delicious the fruit is. Breaking the skin releases the juice to flow
freely, leaving behind sticky residue in it’s wake. As the fruit is
consumed the shriveled, hard core is all that remains of the once
delectable fruit.
Guys
sometimes i wonder
is there really someone for me??
or am i doomed to live a lonely life
i want someone special to sweep me off my feet
someone who really cares
who wont just use me or pretend to like me
ive had a few jerks
but i havent given up
there are good guys out there
and i am going to find me one
a guy who will love me and support me
no matter what i chose to do
so dont worry about me im still looking
and maybe one day ill find that special someone
and fall madly in love
but i hope it happens soon
cause i really want a guy to love me and cherish me
who i can love and cherish in return
is there really someone for me??
or am i doomed to live a lonely life
i want someone special to sweep me off my feet
someone who really cares
who wont just use me or pretend to like me
ive had a few jerks
but i havent given up
there are good guys out there
and i am going to find me one
a guy who will love me and support me
no matter what i chose to do
so dont worry about me im still looking
and maybe one day ill find that special someone
and fall madly in love
but i hope it happens soon
cause i really want a guy to love me and cherish me
who i can love and cherish in return
Daphne
Love is dangerous and complicated
Even those who wish to avoid its snare
Cannot ever be completely free from it.
Consider Daphne
Who in avoiding love was in fact caught
In her freedom she was even more enticing
To those she wished to avoid
Her flight ended in a disaster
Perhaps this tale illustrates
That resistance to Love is a futile attempt.
Maybe it is just better to give in
And allow Love to run its course.
For once it tires of the game
It is likely to relinquish its prey.
However if one tries to flee
It’s grip grows ever tighter
Till misfortune is inescapable.
Even those who wish to avoid its snare
Cannot ever be completely free from it.
Consider Daphne
Who in avoiding love was in fact caught
In her freedom she was even more enticing
To those she wished to avoid
Her flight ended in a disaster
Perhaps this tale illustrates
That resistance to Love is a futile attempt.
Maybe it is just better to give in
And allow Love to run its course.
For once it tires of the game
It is likely to relinquish its prey.
However if one tries to flee
It’s grip grows ever tighter
Till misfortune is inescapable.
Fun With Rhymes
Use your imagination
to bring animation
go and follow your dreams
to the heavenly reams
give in to many flights of fance
do not let yourself be ancy
allow your mind be free to roam
on multitudes of clouds of foam
set your spirit free to roam
like a bumble bee at home
imagination is the key
let it go free and you will see!
to bring animation
go and follow your dreams
to the heavenly reams
give in to many flights of fance
do not let yourself be ancy
allow your mind be free to roam
on multitudes of clouds of foam
set your spirit free to roam
like a bumble bee at home
imagination is the key
let it go free and you will see!
Flying High
I am on an emotional high
So please don't tell me goodbye
You are so sweet
This is so neat
I hope you feel the same way
I'll ask you some day
But for now I'll just see how things go
So please don't tell me goodbye
You are so sweet
This is so neat
I hope you feel the same way
I'll ask you some day
But for now I'll just see how things go
Feb. 1
February 1, 2008 had finally arrived. Everything was packed and ready to
move into our new apartment. We had arranged it so he would be off work
and as soon as I finished school for the day we would begin the move.
We had five different people lined up to help us throughout the day,
none of whom knew each other. Little did we know that the move was going
to take us several weeks. Actually moving the items only took a couple
of days because of all of the help we had throughout those days.
Unpacking, finding, and organizing all of the items from the move took
even longer. The beginning of the move was interesting because no one
that was helping us move knew anyone else who was assisting. This meant
that there were awkward silences all around until people got comfortable
with each other and then once people realized that they had things in
common, laughter became commonplace. Because we had so many people
helping us the move was much less stressful and was completed with far
more ease than it would have been if it was just the two of us. Needless
to say we were both extremely nervous. After all it was our first
apartment on our own and not only was it on our own; we were completely
dependent and reliant on each other to survive. That weekend we learned
much about each other and made new friends that have since enriched our
lives.
False Love
A flower blooms-
For a time
It is beautiful
The red, flame-shot bud
Below, unseen roots twist in the dark-
One by one-
The fiery petals slowly drift to the ground
While the bud shrivels into nothing
For a time
It is beautiful
The red, flame-shot bud
Below, unseen roots twist in the dark-
One by one-
The fiery petals slowly drift to the ground
While the bud shrivels into nothing
Monday, March 5, 2012
My Heart Filled With Love
Here is a small representation of what is in my heart,
Shown through these words,
Illustrated thourgh art,
I hope this tugs on cords,
Cords of your heart and emotions,
Showing my devotion,
And my love for you,
Oh so true.
Thankyou for all you do,
And your love that is always new,
You are always there,
(In my hair)
You support me always,
Every day.
Your love holds my up,
Like a mother dog with her pup.
I love you.
Shown through these words,
Illustrated thourgh art,
I hope this tugs on cords,
Cords of your heart and emotions,
Showing my devotion,
And my love for you,
Oh so true.
Thankyou for all you do,
And your love that is always new,
You are always there,
(In my hair)
You support me always,
Every day.
Your love holds my up,
Like a mother dog with her pup.
I love you.
Christmas
Spread the cheer,
Christmas is here.
Have fun with family and friends,
Don't wait till the season ends.
Giving gifts,
Playing in snow drifts.
Eating and eating and eating some more,
Is part of the Christmas lore.
Tis the season of giving,
And a time for living.
So pass on the Christmas spirit,
And have a great holiday!!!
Christmas is here.
Have fun with family and friends,
Don't wait till the season ends.
Giving gifts,
Playing in snow drifts.
Eating and eating and eating some more,
Is part of the Christmas lore.
Tis the season of giving,
And a time for living.
So pass on the Christmas spirit,
And have a great holiday!!!
Peace
All is quiet and still.
Take a big breath.
Now let it out slow.
Look at the glow.
The sun's glow.
As it dips below
Below the horizon.
Look at the colors,
The hues of pink
Blended with blue and yellow
The sky is ablaze
But all around is a deep quiet
As though nature itself
Is in awe of the beauty
the beauty of the sunset
And all around in this quiet
Is a feeling of peace
Fill your heart with this peace
For soon it will end
And reality will kick in
As the last rays of the sun
sink below the horizon
nature resumes its hustle and bustle
and you return to your busy life
there to await the next sunset
and the next moment of peace
Take a big breath.
Now let it out slow.
Look at the glow.
The sun's glow.
As it dips below
Below the horizon.
Look at the colors,
The hues of pink
Blended with blue and yellow
The sky is ablaze
But all around is a deep quiet
As though nature itself
Is in awe of the beauty
the beauty of the sunset
And all around in this quiet
Is a feeling of peace
Fill your heart with this peace
For soon it will end
And reality will kick in
As the last rays of the sun
sink below the horizon
nature resumes its hustle and bustle
and you return to your busy life
there to await the next sunset
and the next moment of peace
It Hurts
Oh, how I wish I could dam up my heart.
Then you couldn't hurt me ever again.
If I could dam up my heart,
Don't you think I would have done it by now?
I pretend it doesn't hurt when you choose them over me.
After all I'm only your daughter.
Why should you worry about me?
I'll get over it.
I always have.
If only I could stop caring
Caring about what you do or say.
But I can't.
Believe me I've tried.
So go on live your life.
LEAVE ME ALONE.
I know you won't, you never will.
But you will never know, I swear.
You'll never know how much it hurts.
To live day by day
Without you.
Never knowing where you are,
Or whether you even care about me at all.
Then you couldn't hurt me ever again.
If I could dam up my heart,
Don't you think I would have done it by now?
I pretend it doesn't hurt when you choose them over me.
After all I'm only your daughter.
Why should you worry about me?
I'll get over it.
I always have.
If only I could stop caring
Caring about what you do or say.
But I can't.
Believe me I've tried.
So go on live your life.
LEAVE ME ALONE.
I know you won't, you never will.
But you will never know, I swear.
You'll never know how much it hurts.
To live day by day
Without you.
Never knowing where you are,
Or whether you even care about me at all.
Torn Apart
I'm torn between two places.
I'm torn between two people.
I'm always in the middle,
Always on edge.
Who do I believe?
Who do I support?
How can I go on torn in two?
How can anyone live a full life,
When they are in pieces?
My heart has been ripped apart,
By two people seeking to hurt each other.
But what they don't realise
Is that in seeking to hurt each other
They have instead hurt me.
I'm torn between two people.
I'm always in the middle,
Always on edge.
Who do I believe?
Who do I support?
How can I go on torn in two?
How can anyone live a full life,
When they are in pieces?
My heart has been ripped apart,
By two people seeking to hurt each other.
But what they don't realise
Is that in seeking to hurt each other
They have instead hurt me.
Anger
Anger flows through my veins.
My blood boils.
My head pounds.
I wish everyone would just shut up and leave me alone.
Where is my place of solitude?
Where is my moment of peace?
They are all gone and all that is left is anger.
Raw and untamed.
Fast and furious.
Rage is fast consuming me.
So leave me alone before I explode.
My blood boils.
My head pounds.
I wish everyone would just shut up and leave me alone.
Where is my place of solitude?
Where is my moment of peace?
They are all gone and all that is left is anger.
Raw and untamed.
Fast and furious.
Rage is fast consuming me.
So leave me alone before I explode.
School's End
The end of the year,
Is almost here.
Final papers are due,
Before the summer begins anew.
Final exams are upon us,
So studying is a must.
Soon we will be free,
If we don't get a D.
Though the last days drag on,
We soon will be gone.
Free at last,
School is a thing of the past!
Is almost here.
Final papers are due,
Before the summer begins anew.
Final exams are upon us,
So studying is a must.
Soon we will be free,
If we don't get a D.
Though the last days drag on,
We soon will be gone.
Free at last,
School is a thing of the past!
Life
Life can be hard,
So be on your guard,
People will hurt you,
Sad but true,
Stressfull times will come,
So don't be dumb,
Be sensitive and caring,
Be outgoing and daring,
But most of all be true to yourself,
Through trouble and sadness,
Through good times filled with gladness,
Hold fast to your goal,
Don't let gloom swallow you whole,
Be bright and cheerful,
And ever be hopeful,
For life is ahead,
So don't lie in bed,
Greet the world with joy,
For it is your toy,
So go now and live,
Life as it is meant to be lived.
So be on your guard,
People will hurt you,
Sad but true,
Stressfull times will come,
So don't be dumb,
Be sensitive and caring,
Be outgoing and daring,
But most of all be true to yourself,
Through trouble and sadness,
Through good times filled with gladness,
Hold fast to your goal,
Don't let gloom swallow you whole,
Be bright and cheerful,
And ever be hopeful,
For life is ahead,
So don't lie in bed,
Greet the world with joy,
For it is your toy,
So go now and live,
Life as it is meant to be lived.
Shells
Many sizes and shapes
Gathered up in a cape
Brown, white, gold, and pink
Bump together with a faint clink
Curvey, smooth, and round
Collected by many a hound
What are they you say???
Why of course shells.
Gathered up in a cape
Brown, white, gold, and pink
Bump together with a faint clink
Curvey, smooth, and round
Collected by many a hound
What are they you say???
Why of course shells.
Clouds
Light and fluffy
Big and puffy
Soft as a kitten
Made out o knittin
Big and billowy
Small and sleek
Black and Gray
Storm it may
Gentle drizzle
Or fearful torent
But after the storm
All is new again
Big and puffy
Soft as a kitten
Made out o knittin
Big and billowy
Small and sleek
Black and Gray
Storm it may
Gentle drizzle
Or fearful torent
But after the storm
All is new again
Cry
I want to cry
I need to cry
But I just can't cry
Everything seems to be going wrong
I met a guy
I fell for him
Hard and fast
I thought we had something special
Then he ditched me
And I came back to earth
I came crashing down
Just as life seems to settle
Something changes
Just as I begin to feel like I fit in
My life is uprooted again
I wish I could just let go and cry
But I can't
I need to cry
But I just can't cry
Everything seems to be going wrong
I met a guy
I fell for him
Hard and fast
I thought we had something special
Then he ditched me
And I came back to earth
I came crashing down
Just as life seems to settle
Something changes
Just as I begin to feel like I fit in
My life is uprooted again
I wish I could just let go and cry
But I can't
Just too hard
Sometimes I think life is just too hard
Sometimes I wonder if it would just be easier
To give up
I wonder what there is to live for
Why should I keep on?
Would anybody miss me?
I can't handle the pressure
I can't deal with it all
Everyone wants something different from me
Nobody ever realizes the turmoil inside me
I hurt so much
I feel like ending it all
My achievments don't seem to mean anything
What do I do?
Someone help me
I feel like I am losing my mind
I can't control anything
I want to curl up in a ball and just die
Help me. Please help me
I feel like I am drowning
Sinking into crushing black oblivion
Will someone please rescue me
Sometimes I wonder if it would just be easier
To give up
I wonder what there is to live for
Why should I keep on?
Would anybody miss me?
I can't handle the pressure
I can't deal with it all
Everyone wants something different from me
Nobody ever realizes the turmoil inside me
I hurt so much
I feel like ending it all
My achievments don't seem to mean anything
What do I do?
Someone help me
I feel like I am losing my mind
I can't control anything
I want to curl up in a ball and just die
Help me. Please help me
I feel like I am drowning
Sinking into crushing black oblivion
Will someone please rescue me
Lost
I am lost in a sea of people
I am one of the crowd
And yet I am all alone
I am lost in a fog
A fog of confusion and doubt
I don't understand myself anymore
I don't know what I want
What happened to the self-assured person
Who knew exactly what she wanted from life?
Who knew exactly what her next move should be?
I wish I had someone to turn to
Someone who could set me straight again
My dreams feel like they are impossible to attain
My goals feel like they are too high to reach
What do I do?
Tell me
Someone
Please
I am one of the crowd
And yet I am all alone
I am lost in a fog
A fog of confusion and doubt
I don't understand myself anymore
I don't know what I want
What happened to the self-assured person
Who knew exactly what she wanted from life?
Who knew exactly what her next move should be?
I wish I had someone to turn to
Someone who could set me straight again
My dreams feel like they are impossible to attain
My goals feel like they are too high to reach
What do I do?
Tell me
Someone
Please
Questions
What defines true happiness and how do we know when we are truly happy?
What is true love and how do we know when we have found it?
Without love what is there worth living for?
Does anyone really make a lasting impression in the world or a real impact at all?
If I died right now would anyone outside my family even miss me?
Do I really matter to anyone?
How does anyone know when they have met "the one"?
The one they can express everything to and who they can spend their life with?
What is true love and how do we know when we have found it?
Without love what is there worth living for?
Does anyone really make a lasting impression in the world or a real impact at all?
If I died right now would anyone outside my family even miss me?
Do I really matter to anyone?
How does anyone know when they have met "the one"?
The one they can express everything to and who they can spend their life with?
The Circle
Every sunrise is the beginning of a new day
Each new day starts off fresh with a clean slate
Every sunset marks the ending of the day
It marks the passing of time and the completion of the circle
Each new day starts off fresh with a clean slate
Every sunset marks the ending of the day
It marks the passing of time and the completion of the circle
You and me
I look into your eyes and see
All of the hurts and troubles of times past
I wish I could turn back time
And change the hurts to joy and trouble to good
Erase the bad and replace it with good
Ease your pain and be a balm to your soul
I hope when you see me
You know that I care
And I hope I help make your day
A little bit Brighter and more hopeful
A lttle more fun and joyous
I care more than you know
All of the hurts and troubles of times past
I wish I could turn back time
And change the hurts to joy and trouble to good
Erase the bad and replace it with good
Ease your pain and be a balm to your soul
I hope when you see me
You know that I care
And I hope I help make your day
A little bit Brighter and more hopeful
A lttle more fun and joyous
I care more than you know
Suicidal
Life is just not worth fighting for anymore
There is nothing left to live for
everything is falling apart and there is no end in sight
My grip on life is fragile
One small blow will tear it away forever
I am standing ashore watching the colossal waves of the ocean
the tsunami forms as I stand and wait
Despair clouds my features as I wait for it to engulf me.
Drowning me, crushing the breath from my lungs.
At least it will be over.
No more fighting.
I am perched percariously on the edge of a cliff
Blankly I stare downwards preparing for the final step
I embrace the coming pain
At least it will be over
No more thinking
My heart pulsates faster and faster in my chest
I stand poised a knife in hand
Invisioning the blood dripping down to the floor
my body going limp
At least it will be over
No more hopelessness
My knees quiver
The chair shakes
One small push and I will be choked
At least it will be over
No more sorrow
I lay in the middle of a vast plain
The sky above is so peacefull
All I have to do is wait
Death is near
At least it will be over
No more pain
It wouldn't matter if I did it
No one would even notice
These dark thoughts creep inside my skull
A broken record reapeating in time with my racing heart
Louder and louder they echo until I scream
Scream with all the anguish and torment and pain I am enduring
Slowly the thoughts receed.
I can breath again.
My heart begins to beat more normally
I am in control once more
A light shines on me and I know that I am not alone
If I give up now what would I miss?
There is nothing left to live for
everything is falling apart and there is no end in sight
My grip on life is fragile
One small blow will tear it away forever
I am standing ashore watching the colossal waves of the ocean
the tsunami forms as I stand and wait
Despair clouds my features as I wait for it to engulf me.
Drowning me, crushing the breath from my lungs.
At least it will be over.
No more fighting.
I am perched percariously on the edge of a cliff
Blankly I stare downwards preparing for the final step
I embrace the coming pain
At least it will be over
No more thinking
My heart pulsates faster and faster in my chest
I stand poised a knife in hand
Invisioning the blood dripping down to the floor
my body going limp
At least it will be over
No more hopelessness
My knees quiver
The chair shakes
One small push and I will be choked
At least it will be over
No more sorrow
I lay in the middle of a vast plain
The sky above is so peacefull
All I have to do is wait
Death is near
At least it will be over
No more pain
It wouldn't matter if I did it
No one would even notice
These dark thoughts creep inside my skull
A broken record reapeating in time with my racing heart
Louder and louder they echo until I scream
Scream with all the anguish and torment and pain I am enduring
Slowly the thoughts receed.
I can breath again.
My heart begins to beat more normally
I am in control once more
A light shines on me and I know that I am not alone
If I give up now what would I miss?
Guilt
Betrayal, that's what it was.
Maybe not in action but in thought.
Guilty thoughts plague me.
I didn't do it!
I said no.
My conscience refuses to be soothed.
Disloyal it accuses.
Cheater it screams,
Are you trying to lose him?
Tears fill my eyes,
My vision blurs.
No! No. I cry out
Pain squeezes my heart like a vise.
The little voice in my head berates me until I can't take it.
Everything it says is true.
The tears flow freely as my guilt rips at my heart.
Maybe not in action but in thought.
Guilty thoughts plague me.
I didn't do it!
I said no.
My conscience refuses to be soothed.
Disloyal it accuses.
Cheater it screams,
Are you trying to lose him?
Tears fill my eyes,
My vision blurs.
No! No. I cry out
Pain squeezes my heart like a vise.
The little voice in my head berates me until I can't take it.
Everything it says is true.
The tears flow freely as my guilt rips at my heart.
Blue-free write
Doug's favorite color is blue. I got him a blue dragon trinket box for
his birthday and an ice blue dragon picture. Blue is a pretty color but
if I am depressed it just makes me sadder. I love to look at the blue
cloudless sky when the wind is blowing. It melts all my trouble away
until I feel ready to face anything. It gives me courage to do the
impossible until I float far above the limits of reality. Such times are
the essence of peace, hope and joy. Joy cancells out fear and despair
and all manner of negative feelings and emotions. Vibrant blues are full
of vivid thoughts and potential ideas and circumstances. Blue is the
color of the deepest, cleanest, purest sea and the reflection of love in
one's eyes. Eyes are the windows to the soul and show the deepest
levels of emotions and truth.
Autobiography-free write
Sleepless nights a bundle of nerves. Awaiting the next big moment, the
huge event looming around the corner. Emotions pull into a whirlwind of
uncertainty. Where do I go? What do I do? How do I choose? Guy magnet,
kid magnet, gaga-eyed over a guy or teary-eyed over a child. An
overwhelming sense of loss. Loss of innocence and virtue. Loss of
friends who were once dear. Loss of opportunity. New feelings of gain
unwanted or not. Gain new knowledge and new friends. Gain hurtful
memories and joyful ones as well. Wind in my hair and water on my skin.
Dancing in the rain and being kissed in the rain. Goofing off with close
friends and future boyfriends. Laughing at stupid things and enjoying
life. Reminiscing about the good. Hurting over the bad. Crying on
someone's shoulder. Being held while down. Holding someone else or just
being and ear to listen. Eating ice cream, writing stories or poems.
Drawing and phone conversations and movies.
Abortion
A tiny, fragile life hangs in the balance,
Who has the right to decide
Wo extinguish the bright light
That is their future shinning
Full of possibilities?
How is killing a defensless baby
Any different from commiting murder?
Some may argue that a fetus is not a human.
All anyone needs to do is look
It is obvious to everyone
Babies are people too!
Even in the early stages of development
Distince body parts are discernable
Abortion is on the same leves as terrorism
Terrorists are persecuted but those
"Doctors" who kill babies are applauded.
How can those two things be seperated?
It's simple... They CAN"T!
Who has the right to decide
Wo extinguish the bright light
That is their future shinning
Full of possibilities?
How is killing a defensless baby
Any different from commiting murder?
Some may argue that a fetus is not a human.
All anyone needs to do is look
It is obvious to everyone
Babies are people too!
Even in the early stages of development
Distince body parts are discernable
Abortion is on the same leves as terrorism
Terrorists are persecuted but those
"Doctors" who kill babies are applauded.
How can those two things be seperated?
It's simple... They CAN"T!
A Fresh Start
It is time to begin again
The slate ha been wiped clean
Past mistakes are forgiven
Your life is in you hands
Make of it what you will
Be unique and individual
Don't follow the crowd
Or let other's expectations define you
Follow your heart
And let your life be full of woderful experiences
Your life starts now
If you follow your heart and your dreams
Be smart and think
You will be amazed at all life has
In store for you
Go now and live up to your great potential
The slate ha been wiped clean
Past mistakes are forgiven
Your life is in you hands
Make of it what you will
Be unique and individual
Don't follow the crowd
Or let other's expectations define you
Follow your heart
And let your life be full of woderful experiences
Your life starts now
If you follow your heart and your dreams
Be smart and think
You will be amazed at all life has
In store for you
Go now and live up to your great potential
3 Emily Dickenson Style Poems
Love-
Feeling-
The meaning of life-
Yellow-
Happiness-
Beams of the sun-
Warming my face-
Wind in my hair-
Love and life-
Hand in hand.
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Relationships-
figuring out...
how you feel-
akward conversations-
lots of fun-
interesting times-
learning new things!
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-Tickle fights-
elbow wars-
laughing-
joking-
goofing off-
having fun.
Feeling-
The meaning of life-
Yellow-
Happiness-
Beams of the sun-
Warming my face-
Wind in my hair-
Love and life-
Hand in hand.
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Relationships-
figuring out...
how you feel-
akward conversations-
lots of fun-
interesting times-
learning new things!
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-Tickle fights-
elbow wars-
laughing-
joking-
goofing off-
having fun.
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