"Were you ever a teenager? Let me go! I ain’t prefect!"

- Angry child at Parents

My Creative Writing Blog

Includes poems I wrote for the class, and another page of my older poems.

Thankfulness

Be thankful for the person who just hugs you because they want to.
Be thankful for the person who doesn’t take I’m fine for an answer.
Be thankful for the person who will make sure you’re invited or will sped time with you.
Be thankful for the person who smiles at you because they just smile for you.
Be thankful for the people who sing happy birthday to you.
Be thankful for the person who will go last minute dress shopping with you.
Be thankful for the person who texts you goodnight after you’ve stopped responding and fallen asleep.
Be thankful for every minute you spend with a person.
For you have that person.
For the joy they bring you.
Because you don’t have to live life alone in a crowded place.
Because I would give anything to have what you have.
You are relevant. You have value.
You are not forgotten.

Caught my attention. Something to think about.

(Source: danisthoughts)

Kids

A little girl swings away on her pink seat

That night she didn’t deserve to be beat.

A little boy watches with his beautiful blue eyes

While his father throws little Tommy, in the air, he flys.

Tragedy and abuse is a normal occurrence,

For the kids are born without a natural deterrence.

Parents and other figures of authority

Just abuse the opportunity.

The opportunity to help a young mind grow

Instead they’re only concerned with their all time low.

Some people should never be parents

Only to some that’s all too apparent.

Every day the young and helpless

Die along with their dreams, leaving me restless.

Their eyes leave you speechless, broken

But their laughter and joy is the sweetest thing ever spoken.

Don’t pity, save.

Get people to behave.

For the kids.

For their future’s.

I Found A Boy - Adele

I thought I told you, he’d be home soon
Couldn’t help myself, you’re too good to be true
I fall short each time
Every time he ain’t here
You and your charm get closer, closer in here
Like a fool for fire I fall, with my pride and all
Like a bomb before explosion
Ticking by your call
You’re the wiser one, disguised from greed
And I’m just a child who belongs on her knees

But I found a boy who I love more
Than I ever did you before
So stand beside the river I cried
And let yourself down
Look how you want me now that I don’t need you

So, you thought that I crumble to my knees
At the first I love you
Crawling back to me
To whisper ‘will you leave your man?’
Cause you swear that this time you can stand by me

I won’t stand by you

Cause I found a boy who I love more
Than I ever did you before
So stand beside the river I cried
And let yourself down
Look how you want me now that I don’t need you

I ain’t yours for no taking
You must be mistaken
I could never look into your eyes
And settle for wrong
And ignore the right
When I found a boy who loves me more
Than you ever did before
So stand beside the river you cry
And let yourself down
Look how you want me now that I don’t need you

Things that I care about that the world moves too fast to see…

Dear Cyberspace, I’m not writing this to be all about me. That’s the last thing I would ever want to do, trust me. My heart physically aches when someone accuses me of being cocky or arrogant, because I just want someone to pay attention to me. So before you read this, if you’ve ever thought those things about me, this isn’t for you to read so please stop. I don’t want to waste your time “confirming” the things you think you know about me. That’s all.

6/1/11
I love to paint. With acrylic paints, spray paint, splatter paint, painting walls. I love it.
I love to doodle. My notebook margins are filled with sketches.
Nature and shading are a lot of fun for me to draw.
I like to write poetry.
I can sing or more like belt with soul like Christina Aguilera.
I dream about doing flips, beam routes, and other gymnastic things.
If I could, I would truly express myself while dancing. I’d kill to keep dancing. I could’ve been so good if only someone would of spent time and taught me.
I’d like to make the musical, and concert choir more than anything since at least 6th grade. I use to sit there and image what it would be like when it was finally me turn.
I enjoy scrapbooking a ton too.
I make say I don’t try on something, but I really give it everything I can or I don’t do it at all.
The reason I don’t do something is because I see that it’s not worth it for a teacher who doesn’t care about me, or why would I try if I’m just going to fail at it.
I’ve played soccer since I was in kindergarten.
I can throw a soccer ball in bounds 30 feet.
I’d give the sweatshirt off my back if a strange needed it.
I love with all my heart and care with it all too.

"I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world."

- The Man. John 16:33

The Mass of Emotions that Flood Out into Cyberspace

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WNkulqkijeg&feature=BFa&list=PL42CAD6FA846E64AB&index=48

(3:28-3:38)

Hello world. Today marks an explosion of emotion for yours truly. These emotions lead me to ponder what the title of that book I’m going to write (some day) will be called and I like it.

A True Tale of an Amazing Person that Everyone Met, But No One Ever Knew.

It’s still a little rough, but hey, it works for now. I’m tempted to just write a list of things that people true don’t know or I think they don’t know on here. I could start with 10 things. Maybe make another post. So I could delete it more easily. I’m rambling, but I don’t care so neither should cyberspace. Well bye for now tumblr. Maybe I’ll write more of my poetry just here soon. I just takes a long time to type up, and photo albums too. Perhaps yes, perhaps no.

A little something that just came to me… prose 2 

Silenced by society, beaten by the betrayed, disregarded by the disheartened, forgotten by friends.
When did we start believing words only?

Prom Queen

There’s a little dream of mine that I’ll guard till it breaks free

To be that pretty girl, there in my dreams since I was three.

Eventually reality sets in and I awake

To find that I will never fill that ache.

Because I’m not afraid to try and get dirty,

While guys chase after the pretty, and flirty.

I just sit here and think why not me

Along with millions of others that guys just don’t see.

The Music Within

Let’s get lost in the music

Disappear far from here

Who says we have to return?

What are we waiting for?

Where will we go?

Who can stop us now

As we sore though the sky?

This heart of mine is free

The possibilities are never ending.

The freedom is so tempting

Who says no? Who says go?

What’s there to fear

But the thrill of the unknown

As we let the music wash over us?

You cannot stop me, I am free.

A million miles away

I am here to stay

You will not move me

You will not force me

You have no power in this place

Let the melodies guide us

Relax and surrender to the sounds

Embrace the music as it dances around

Forget your troubles

Be filled with the rhythm

Express your thoughts with your feet

Feel the beat through the floor

Shake your head and just lose yourself

No one is watching [no one is judging]

It’s just you and me, here and now

Tears stream down to the ground

It’s good to be free

Just lift your face to the sun and breathe

Close your eyes and listen to the voices

Finally free to dance with your heart

[Free for] The fire [to ignite] ignites in your soul

The passion to be free burns bright

[It’s] The light shines for all to see

Let’s start a movement [revolution]

Dancing in the streets as we go

Celebrating he music within

This poem is the that I’ve perfected the most and really like. The [] are there cuz I just can’t decide which should go there… A poem is never completely finished.

A little something that just came to me… poem 1

My heart shatters into a million shards.

Beaten by broken relationships, not bars.

The lies you tell yourself to erase that feeling,

That appears when I stare at a you, searching.

Searching for the truth,

Through all the deception.

Sadly, I find no sincerity.

Only the hatred and manipulation that controls you.

A Taste of What To Come.

One of many photos I am truly proud of taking.

The Beginning

Hello World. So by request, I was asked to put up some of my poetry and stuff so I got this so others could read it and enjoy the out pourings of my heart.

Ps. As for typos. Can it. I’m dyslexic.