The sad truth

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The sad truth in life is we all have to die.

You cant avoid this and some even look forward to it.

The best you can do is live your life well and enjoy every little tenth of a second

Forgive the people that hurt you

and try not to hold grudges, all they do is make you bitter

smile even when your really hurt

laught out loud even when its completly sileny

but most importantly do not be afraid to dream

Hold On

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Hold on to the people you cant live without

Hold on to to the people you cherish the most

Even if  they do get you angry

Hold on to  them and never let go

Even if  they hurt you once or twice

Hold on to  them really tight and dont let them go

Even if they start slipping away

Hold on to everything they mean to you

Even if they satrt walking away

Hold on to the people that make you smile the most

Even when there the ones that cause you a frown

My Political Poem

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Stereotypes all they do is force you to be something your not

Doesn’t allow you to stretch and bloom

People categorize each other not giving you a chance to reach out

Id like to scream out

cant we all just be

cant we all just be what we want to be

I’m tired of this

How are you going to tell me who I am or who I should be

Well you cant, and I wont let you

Don’t put me somewhere I don’t belong too

You might as well create another Genocide

Ill tell you this

I wont, I wont take this !

Ill talk to whoever I want to talk

act however I want to act

You can choose to join

That is if your not afraid !

I dare you too be different

stand out from the person sitting next to you

Step out !

Step out of your comfort zone

Step out!

Dont let yourself get pushed around

Stand straight up

with your head held high

”You don’t know how it feels
To be outside the crowd
You don’t know what it’s like
To be left out
And you don’t know how it feels
To be your own best friend on the outside looking in

If you could read my mind
You might see more of me that meets the eye
And you’ve been all wrong
Not who you think I am
You’ve never given me a chance”

Step out before its too late

Don’t be a robot, think for yourself

even if it is just this once

Just remember

Be your own Person!

Be your own person

Be your own person

Pondering.

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Tears running down my face,I sit in the dark thinking about my life.I shouldn’t be complaining, theres people out there with much worse.I hate this feeling of remorse, it does me no good.I don’t even know why I feel like this. Its as If all the things from the past come together with the present to haunt me.All these emotions are traveling through me, I don’t even know what to feel.I hate this feeling,Its as if I’m lost and I cant seem to find my way.

New message.

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I sit here going through all our pictures and letters while listening to all our old songs. I laugh at all the good times we had and smile when I see all the old letters you would sneak into my pocket when I wasn’t looking. I wonder what you’re doing, if you still think about me. I go to my E-mail and I see a new message sign flashing. I see your name in the letter, as I’m reading it I can’t help but smile thinking to my self he still cares. You were good to me it’s a sad thing that one day we had to separate by many miles. I start reading the letter you too were wondering these questions too. I sign out and turn off the computer. I have all these emotions going through me, its not every day that something from your past comes back, especially something this great. I sit and ponder should I write back of course I should I think to myself. I turn on the computer and open up my E-Mail again. I’m hovering over the reply link; I don’t know what to say should I say that I too find myself occasionally thinking about you too. Should I write about my new life or should I ask about you. I decide to do all three. I press save as draft, something is stopping me from sending it. Maybe deep down inside I don’t want too talk to him, maybe destiny meant for us to be apart. I don’t send It. Time pasts and I’m going through my old junk and I see the draft. This time I send it, I still haven’t gotten a response and something tells me I’m not getting one either. I guess that people do get tired of waiting until someone returns and eventually they to have to let go and move on. Ironic how he sent me a message asking me for my phone number. We talk a couple of times and it stops. I decide to ask for advice, and decide to message him and ask to see him again. He is excited and for once I am to I realize this was the right thing to do. Destiny comes through once again this time in a bad way. I am forced to cancel all plans with him. He calls two days after and starts telling me how excited he is too see me, I know I have to tell him about canceling the plans. I tell him and there is a sudden awkward silence. He says that every time he finally gets the courage to come to me I turn him down. I tell him maybe it’s just not meant to be .He starts crying and his last words were Ill stop waiting now. This simple message started all of this, all the problems, and now ended a great friendship. I guess sometimes things are meant to stay in the past and never be brought up again

I used to be but not anymore

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I used to be lost but now I am found.

 I found myself the day I was sitting alone, I thought to myself who am I?

 I thought about it deeply and figured out that I’m a girl who just wants to be happy.

I figured out that what matters to me most is my faith in God and my love for my family.

I figured out that Ill let you push me around all you want but when you mess with someone I care for I will stand up and protect them.

 I figured out that I have morals and I won’t ever compromise them.

I figured out that I don’t need drugs or alcohol to have a good time.

 I figured out what I want in life I want to grow up and be someone who has a meaning someone with a reason to be on this place people call earth.

 I figured out that I found my self and this will not change for anyone in this world.

 Now that I found myself I will be true to me

Stars journal

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Background Information: Star is a girl who is very peaceful and loves the environment.

April 3rd 2008

Today I was walking around the park I noticed that lately people have been mistreating it .There was trash everywhere and all the playground materials had graffiti. It was such a horrible place for kids to play in. I thought to myself it would be nice to do something for our community. I walked home grabbed a couple of trash bags and walked back to the park. I started picking up all the trash, I knew it wasn’t going to be easy but it would be rewarding to see the smile on the kids faces. As I was picking up trash a boy about 10 years old laughed and purposely threw trash on the ground. I’m not the type to go off on him so I sat down and took deep breaths. Later when I was calmed down I talked to him about how it’s wrong to litter. He agreed and decided to join me in cleaning up the park. I smiled and agreed. It’s nice to change someone’s mind about something. We picked up the entire park it took a long six hours but the park still needed something new playground materials. I felt sad because I can’t afford to buy the new playground material, so I decided to start a fundraiser. I was not about to give up on something that I really truly wanted and believed in.

Adrenaline

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“I have to get out of here” I said aloud. He could come back any second know. Only god knows what a crazy obsessed criminal would do. My hands are tied down and I’m blind folded. All I can think about is escaping. I hear the door knob move slightly. I start to shake from fear. The door slams open and he barges in. “aw have you been trying to get out you silly stupid girl” he says. I can smell the alcohol in his breath; he seems like he’s not full in senses.” no I … I promise” I slowly stutter. He knocks me down from my chair. I can feel the tension he is drunk and I don’t want to anger him so I sit there not getting up. I know that if I want to get out alive I have to think smart and wait for the right time to escape. “Get up now “he screams. He starts kicking me and kicking me, I can feel the hard pain especially in my rib cage. I let out a soft cry and he picks me up by my hair and gives me a forceful slap. He leaves me alone; I can still feel the sting on my face. I’m filled with rage and I know that my life is now in danger. He starts drinking again and he just passes out .I know I have to get out. I don’t know if I can my body is in so much pain. I sit there for half an hour and decide to let my self loose. Luckily the impact from the fall cracked the chair a little bit. I let my wrist free then untie my feet. I can hear him move. I’m free now, but wait where’s they keys. I search and then I see them on his coat he’s wearing. I decide to go for it and take the risk. I’m thinking hey at least Ill die giving up a fight. I grab them, go for the door and get out. I was about a mile a way when I can hear a car. I hide in top of a tree. A few minutes later it passes by and it was his car. I start hyperventilating. I get back to my senses and decide to run. He’s drunk he won’t be able to think clearly. I run and I run and I run without stopping. I can hear the beat of my heart thump. It feels as if it’s going to break pout of my skin. My legs are clamped up but I know I have to keep going. I hear the car again; oh no he’s right besides me. I run faster, I get him lost and run for about 16 more miles. I can hear the sounds of cars; yes I can see a road about a mile away.

Cold night

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As I’m laying down wrapped around my smothering blankets. I can hear the wind knocking down the branches .The night is peaceful and the soft noise of the wind is relaxing and comforting. I can see snow falling and melting as it hits the floor.As I’m laying down I can hear the flames from the fireplace.Theres nothing more comforting than staying home on a cold night enjoying my favorite book.The silence is broken when my dog starts barking at the unfamiliar snow.I can see him overwhelmed sitting there just watching the snow fall.I let him out for a while, watching him just stand there feeling the snow flakes fall on his fur.

An oath to the xx-large cookie

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You may be rich and delicious but you fill me up with guilt

you suduce me into your trap with your rich dissolving dough

you leave me feeling bad and filled with remorse

you lure me into the quicksand of your gyp.


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