Post 8: The Calling

Sorry I haven't posted in a while I've been very ill but this is something I wrote while I was sick. I like it and I hope you enjoy too!:

I crave it. I need it. I feel I should go back . But they won't let me. "it's bad for you " they tell me " in the future you'll thank us for this" they say . What do they know. It's been almost a year and still no thanks. I've made up my mind. Besides that's when I was happiest. I enjoyed life took risks and was an over all happier person . It was perfect . I crave my dirty little secret , my mistress of drakness, my addiction ,my drug . I miss it . I crave it. I need it. It calls my name in the night . Forget them and what they say. I'm answering this call and never hanging up again...

Post 7: What do you do?

What do you do when the one you love is drifting farther and farther away and you can't do a single thing about it?
What do you do when all hope is gone and your on your knees at rock bottom?
What do you do when you've lost your inspiration to live ?
Well see, here's the thing you have two choices . You can have hope and pray to god that everything turns out ok or if you don't believe in that , you can go back to the beginning and start over ,making different choices this time. You where given life so you could live! So don't waste it dwelling on the bad when there's so much greatness surrounding you.

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 ....