Pain

I wish I had the words
to make you feel the way I do.
Wish I could use them
to crush you,
to grow a seed inside you
that roots in your guts,
blooms
white-hot
rage;
angry vines that snake
around your heart,
your lungs,
and squeeze
until you can’t
make words.
Until you can’t
breathe.
Until you hurt
like me.

Someday

Sometimes when I lie awake,
stars twinkling above me,
I think back on the days,
the years that you loved me.
How you claimed every shore as yours,
spun the world on your fingertips.
The way you could outshine the sun
with just a grin.
I’m scared that
one day,
someday, I’ll forget.
I fear that
one day, I’ll forget.
Sometimes when I lie awake,
the shadows starting to fade,
your smile going with them
and I’m afraid that I’ll forget.
How you claimed every shore as yours,
spun the world on your fingertips.
The way you could outshine the sun
with just a grin.
I’m scared that
one day,
someday, I’ll forget.
I fear that
one day, I’ll forget.

Without Him

What is a rose without its petals?
It is but a stem.
Beauty which goes unnoticed,
-a hidden gem.

A breeze, she whispers
A flirt, a laugh
The sea and his love tides,
Her other half.

Perhaps the minor and seemingly trivial,
Are otherwise and blissful with meaning,
Shoes that are ragged by years of ambition;
A tower discerned by its leaning.

Maybe you fell once your touch met with mine,
how simply elated you felt.
A flare of desire; sparked, ignited
intensity that makes you melt.

Two can dance, create, be-a symphony.
Pairs exist, to complement; to duet
What is a color without a hue?
What is ‘me’ without ‘you’?

Darkness

light is something to be admired
it is the essence of good
the symbol of a new day, of new life, of new beginnings
regeneration and hope
a reminder that light penetrates darkness
overcoming night and the shadows lurking within

but there is a peculiar beauty about the fog that cloaks the morning skies
something about it that disguises the world
enveloping, hugging, caressing
all who dwell in its grasp
speaking volumes in its silence
in a language that light never could

something about it that brings comfort and safety to its inhabitants
an uneasiness in what lurks in the distance
a beautiful uneasiness
that reflects emotions, unspoken fears, and the future
the very epitome of uncertainty

hiding behind the veil of misty clouds lies an unspeakable beauty
beauty which represents all the trepidations of the world
an emotion that not even the most heavenly of lights could reveal in its eternal glow
one it cannot translate
one it will not allow
for darkness consumes the soul
a magnificent darkness
reflected, embraced, created by the transient fog

Attack

Closing in all around me
a fear I cant describe.
All shaky and confused
I think I'm going to die.

Thoughts so unsettling
are blocking everyone's attempts.
When all they try is to help me
I cant make sense of this.

My heart hurts
my head hurts.
And crying about it
only makes it worse.

Nobody can ever
truly understand.
And unless you've went through it
you wouldn't stand a chance.

It's just anxiety
another day of black.
You must think that I'm crazy
it's just another panic attack.

Within my Thoughts

Feel broken down, my body aches
My heart it bleeds from past mistakes
Can't stop the tears, they fall like rain
The words are spinning 'round my brain
So scared and feeling so alone
The coldness fills my every bone
No food, no sleep, can't think at all
Each way I turn, another wall
This darkness haunts my very soul
My world seems dead I've lost control
The only weapon is my pen
Depression has moved in again

My Childhood

my childhood was the time when i was innocent
when the world seemed to be fair
when my universe was around my toys

my childhood was the time when I lived in dreams
when everyone was selfless
when everyone appeared to be a friend

my childhood was the time when my life was full of colors
when sorrows never knocked my door
when smile was gift presented to everyone

my childhood was the time when love was pure
when there were no obligations
when tenderness prevailed

my childhood was the time which is long gone
tears flow from my eyes when i go back in my childhood
my childhood will never come back but
the child in me will never go      

Take Your Own Advice

You tell me to dry my eyes
You tell me not to worry
But when it comes to you nothing you said is true

You tell me nothing matters
to put it all behind
But when it comes to you
your locked with the key nowhere in sight

Feelings are very tricky
but friends make them subside
So when they give advice keep it close in mind

Do You Know What Its Like?

Do you know what it’s like
to grow up too fast...
to have different feelings because
of your past?
 
Once so innocent, so young...then
in the beat of your heart
your childhood’s...done
 
Deprived of the memories
you shared with your friends...wishing
your life would just come to an end
 
Do you know what it’s like
to have life taken away...then
have to hold it inside...
because you’re dead if you say?
 
Do you know what it’s like
to go day by day...to survive on
each breath
and slowly
softly
drift
away?

Unforgetful Dream

      Cries fill the air as the horrific scene unfolded. The look of disbelief covered the face of ever
by-passer. No one could believe what had just unfolded before their eyes. Revecca woke to the sudden
 sound of sirens. She ran to the window to see what was going on. Down the road from her apartment
building there was a crowd collecting at the corner of main and Lakeside. She put on her robe and ran
 to the elevator. Rebecca made it down to the crowd just in time to see bodies being carried out of a
 pile of debree.
     One of the people being carried out was someone very familiar to Rebeca. It was her mother,
 Rebecca tried to make her way through the crowd but the accident was blocked off by police officers.
 After explaining that it was her mother, the police officers let her pass so Rebecca could ride to the
 hospital with her mother. While in the ambulance with her mom, Rebecca asked what happened. Her
 mother told her to sit back and relax because, it was going to be a long ride.
     Rebecca stared at her mother as she started to tell her story. Rebecca's mother closed her eyes as
 if about to fall into a deep sleep. " It all started with a small explosion in the alley behind our building"
 she said. "One of the police officers told me that someone put a small home made bomb in the trash
 can behind the dumpster."  "The next thing I knew I had made it outside the building to see what
happened and another bomb went off. That is the one that got everyone who was hurt or almost
everyone. "
      Suddenly the alarm clock in Rebecca's room went off. She jumped out of bed extremely confused
and very worried about her mother. she ran out of her room and went to her mother's apartment
building. Rebecca repeatidly knocked on her mom's door until the door was finally opened. Rebecca's
mom was standing in the door way in her pajamas utterly confused about the condition that her
daughter was in. Rebecca seemed to be very distraught and confused when she walked into her mom's
apartment. Rebecca told her mom about her apparent dream and her mother began to laugh
hysterically. She explained to her daughter that it was all just a dream and that she was fine.
Later that week, everything that occured in Rebecca's dream came true. The only difference was that
this time it was the cold hard truth and not just a dream that she could shrug off and forget  when
she wakes up.

Childrens Story Assignment

      I really liked this assignment, and I think that it was a cool idea for something new to do. The only thing that I really didnt like about this assignment was that we only got one week to work on it. I really would have liked more time so that way I could come up with something better than what I did. I had already started a story but since we only got a couple of days to work on it i didnt get to finish which made me kind of sad.
      I really enjoyed listening to everybodys stories that they wrote. I think that they were all so cut and creative. I especially liked how Laura made her story a pop up book. That in my opinion was a really cool idea especially for a kids book because, alot of kids like things like that. Another story that I really liked was Molly's she made hers so cool, it was also really relatable even if it was for a little kid which made it even better. I also really liked Sidney's story. Her pictures were so adorable. I think that all of the stories that the other kids in my class wrote, would be great stories for kids. The kids would really like them.

the lady in the white room

The room was white and dreary nothing was interesting in the
slightest. She sat there not moving, doing nothing but sitting.
She stared out the window of her all white dreary room into the
nothingness of the great unknown. Wondering what exactly
lye beyond the walls of her new home, the home she would
always know. Every day when she woke from her slumber
she would position herself to face the window and daydream
of all the wonderful things beyond the wall. She didnt remember
any of her life before she was moved to her new home but she
remembered everything after. She rarely got visitors at her new
home but when she did, she never remembered any of the
people who came to see her. she was slowly but surely loosing
every ounce of her memory and she was oblivious of it. with every
passing day she got worse and she soon became so bad that
she didnt even get out of bed to sit by the window anymore.
she had no realization of anything that was around her. no one knew
but she would spend her last few days in that bed in her daydreams.

pictures in the attic

Today was the day to clean out the new house before they could move in. We unfortunately were stuck with the attic the creepiest room in the entire house.  The stairs were jailed by a long dark hallway with a dark squeaky door at the start. We took a long deep breath and then opened the door. We would soon find out that was a complete mistake. We walked up the old broken steps until we reached the attic floor. At the top of the stairs there was a string to turn on the light and after turning the light on complete shock covered both of our faces. Pictures cover every crack and crevice possible in the floor. The pictures were so old that they were all faded and most of them were torn in one place or another.         We desperately wanted to get the job done so we started to pick up the photos and put them in plastic bags. But there was something that was not right about the pictures, something odd and abnormal. I luckily was not the only one who realized that there was something weird going on. My friend picked up one of the pictures that she had just put in her plastic bag and brought it over to me so that I could see it. As she was bringing it to me I could see in her face that she was frightened. After looking at the photograph for myself we quickly gathered up as many pictures as we could and ran down the stairs to get her parents.         We spread the photos across the floor in the dining room and then showed them what we found. They were pictures of dead people. Picture after picture was of a deceased person young and old. They were all of people who had died and there were so many of them that we couldn’t even count them all. After her parents saw the pictures they decided to talk to the person who was selling the house and see what was going on. So when we asked them about the pictures they explained to us that a long time ago people used to take pictures of deceased loved ones to remember them how they were.              

Can I?

Can I open my eyes and not see gray?

Can I open my eyes to a bright sunny day?

Can I open my eyes and see all that’s around?

Can I open my eyes to see the sky and the ground?

Can I open my mouth and speak words left unspoken?

Can I open my mouth and sing songs of things broken?

Can I open my mouth to smile away?

Can I open my mouth to speak just for today?

Can I hear with my ears all the beautiful sounds?

Can I hear with my ears leaves crunch on the ground?

Can I hear with my ears the birds in the sky?

Can I hear with my ears all the reasons why?

 

The day she dies

Tears mask her face
Bruises sleeve her arms
Thoughts cushion her brain
Yet no one feels her pain

Screams fill the halls
dents cover the walls


But no one hears her cries,
Until the day she dies

Summer days

Long fragile branches blow in the wind, tall strands of grass lay flat to the earth. Everything is calm and quiet, a beautiful summers day is awaiting you. The sun is shining and the birds are chearping while all else lye silent and peaceful. The sound of laughter will soon be carried through the warming gusts of wind. The smells of the cold and salted ocean hover gently through the air, as the sound of the ocean waves crash aggresivly against the rocky shores. The sun has yet to rise and so the day has yet to begin its surprise. There are games to be played and fun to be had all in a summers day. 
All is now awake and starting the days mysterious activities. Children run frantically through the unplowed meadows playing a game of tag. Couples walk the long shorelines of the ocean watching the beautiful scenery. Birds fly circles watching all of the activity going on far below, and the animals play games of hide and seek amung the tall trees and colorful flowers of the woods. The sun has hit its peak and has now begun to set. Once again the day is all quiet and peaceful until the sun rises agin the next morning to start all over again.

Underneath the Surface

       On the surface everything is good and happy. They play it off
like they are ok. Everyday of their life they put on a fake smile
and took life as it was handed to them. But as they grew things
got harder to hide,everything began to fall apart. All of the good
things in life began to fade, and then there was nothing but the
fake smile. And then nothing at all, everything was lost and would
never be the same.

Fitting In

      The world is like a never ending maze. Theres no way out but always a way in, or so it seems but with alot of things theres always a way out but not always a way in. Such as being "popular" theres always going to be something that you can do to get out of it, but getting in is alot harder than it seems. It seems like everyone just wants to fit in but what is really fitting in? Nobody really "fits in" if they are being themselves because, everyone is different. We all have our own weirdness like nobody else. So in a sense fitting in is kinda stereotypical.

Goals

       As far as goals go I think that my main goal is to get comfortable being up in front of the class. I have really bad stage fright so when I am in front of a class I get choked up and can't talk right. I have always been bad at talking in front of a class but I am hoping that this class will make it easier for me to speak in front of a group of people.