Post 6: Those hazel brown eyes

You know that feeling you get when your about to fall ? Not the emotion but that funny feeling in your stomach . Or maybe a better example would be when your on a huge roller coaster for the first time . 4-7g's of energy rushing through your body all at once it feel ... Amazing! That's how I feel when I see your hazel brown eyes. I look at them and I feel like 6g's of energy is rushing through my body like a roaring rapid , I feel like no matter what's happening everything will be ok, I feel happy , exhilarated, warm , and safe! But I also feel scared because I'm scared to love again , sad because I know our love is forbidden, worried that you will never know how I truly feel and even worst when I began to consider you don't feel the same way. But then you hold me tight in your arms and I look at those hazel brown eyes , and I know it will be ok.

Post 5: A new petal

It's a brand new year. A new year to learn, hurt, feel, see, experience, and for mistakes. It's a new year and theres another petal on the flower that continues to blossom called life. Treat this year like its special, make it count and don't take it for granted. Thank god that he let you stay here for another cycle around the sun. It's a new year so do something new it's finally time to get out of the past and look to the future. Don't forget it because those are the past chapters of your story just don't let it influence your decisions. It's a new year and a new you so make this year the one for you!

Post 4: Who are you?

Thinking about my Future i Came to this realization :

    "what do you want to be when you grow up?" it's a fact that everyone is asked this at least 3 times in there life. Once in elementary school then in middle school and lastly in high school. In elementary you say something like a princess or a super hero. In middle school they want a little more serious answere so you say a professional athlete or maybe a teacher.
Lastly they ask you in high school and they expect a really serious answer. That most likely grows into the question who am I ? Am I the nerdy nobody who will end up contoling NASA ? Or the jock that will have a normal life and end up a simple business man or will you end up homeless ? Who knows, but these are the years to discover yourself and find out which path best fits you . So the next time you're asked what do you want to be; you can answer "I want to be me"

Post 3: The Hummingbirds song

I just wrote I have no idea why but I did so hope you like it ^_^ :

Like a Hummingbird in the spring, I sing a song of my heart. Its in a new key and as soft and delicate as a blooming lily . It's been changed and tampered with multiple times, it's not even mine anymore. The ones who tampered with it made sure they left a mark as deep as the vast atlantic. But thats all about to change . No more will I hurt, no longer will I remember the sad times and no one else shall leave their mark on what is mine. I'm writing a new song , a song with a sweet beginning, warm middle, and an epic ending.

Post 2: The Rush of an atist

So I kinda took the words from a picture someone made and put them in here but basically this is dedicated to my new works teacher Mr.Richards. Hes really cool and I miss him. He's in the hospital because he had a stroke so I hope everyone will pray for him and hope he gets better. I wrote this for him because he is one of the craziest, most artistic and creative people I have ever met and I aspire to be just like him when I grow up:

Observers of the clock when it strikes at midnight in Paris . The majestic buzz of the town this moment is priceless and will be forever ,in my mind . I remember coming  up empty which can make you feel knocked down but I ,as member of the arts us , we fight unfair . We use our creativity and imagination instead of "the box". We are savages of love ,straight forward . Exhibitions such as the fox and the bird and meddlesome mouth brought audiences to their feet we pray for rain so we can stand high like the trees then rise and dance like floating birds . Kicking screaming and yes , graceful ....

Post 1: A Sad story

So I wrote this one day after a test I was just sorta writing my mind and then my best friend Tiffiany ended up using it as a monologue. She  is such a great actor and really brought my vision to life; anyways hope you guys like it :

Beep, beep, beep, bbbeeeeeeepppppp........
The heart monitor said . "She was so young!" they screamed "How could this happen ? She was so happy!" they cried, but there was nothing they could do. She was gone. I was gone...

  The day started out great. It was mid December, my favorite time of the year,winter. The sun was out but it was still just cold enough for snow. The snow fell like little ballerinas making quick graceful turns from the sky, slowly and softly, gently landing on the ground. Today was also my older sister's birthday.
    As usual I woke up, texted my boyfriend, skyped my sister, took a shower, got dressed and left for school. The ride was silent other than the sounds of Paramor blasting in my ears. Once at school, I sat with my usual friends, we talked and laughed as usual then went to our classes when the bell rung. It all seemed so normal. I acted normal. I did the usual. But inside I was as dead as road kill. Little did my friends know, that was the day I knew I was going to die. Little did my friends know I was in so much pain. I had so much "crap" in my life I was ready to burst. I felt alone , like I had no one. Mom, busy with work. Dad, disconnected relationship with him and my sister, busy with her life. My boyfriend was fake and my friends just wouldn't understand. No one to go to , No where to run. To me this meant one thing I only had one choice. It didn't help when Ali Davison called me stupid in English , or when Mike Ramirez called me ugly in Bio, or how no one even bothered to say hi or look my way. "They don't care..." I said . It was then that I was absolutely sure of my decision. I went to the girls bathroom, got the sharpest object I could find (a pair of scissors) and made a long deep cut down my wrist. That was it , I was done. Just before I blacked out and collapsed I heard footsteps walking towards my stall.

    I didn't see a white light and I didn't see an angel . All I saw was black. At that moment I thought " I guess god doesn't care either...". I regained continuousness in an ambulance. It was loud, hectic, and everyone was panicking. That was the last thing I saw.......

   I kept my eyes closed for the rest of my time but I could still hear everything . I remember in my room at the hospital I heard two people fighting. It was my parents. At a time like this, their youngest daughter dying because she tried to commit suicide and they where fighting ! That was the last thing I heard and that's when I truly gave up.....

   The really sad part is all it would have taken was a simple "are you ok ?" and I probably would have changed my mind. But little did know the last thing a saw was a result of my best friend trying and doing everything she could to save my life. Little did I know the last thing I heard was my parents arguing on who would sleep on the couch and who would make a pallet on the floor in my hospital room. Little did I know , people cared about me. But instead Beep, beep, beep, beeeeeeeeeppp...... I was Dead.