Death Is there a reason to fear death Or is it the unknown people fear Possibly the pain of it Or what will happen to their loved ones There truly is no reason to fear it For all things must end It is sad when they leave But it is bound to happen Like the changing of the seasons Winter cannot run on forever It must come to an end And it will bring a new and become spring Just as in death It gives life to new The body is returning to the earth And allows for new life to grow
Guillotine The blade drops Another head this the floor One more is brought forward He is squirming and crying Asking to be spared Then praying for forgiveness The blade is raised again It falls and blood sprays This is my job Day in and day out I’m forced to kill others I am the guillotine
Bliss I've been thinking of what's been said contemplating on what I could have done so I lie here in my bed and wish things were more fun I feel now I am of no use lifeless like and empty shell they should realize that I already fell and yet I am still here I wish that they would ease my suffering and let me go with no fear yet I'm left here as if just sleeping I hear steps coming my way could this finally be it will this be the end for me, the sufferer will they see that I am fit yes I believe so the light finally shines on me now with a smile I go to bliss for all eternity
A tip to a tap A sprinkle to a drip A trip to a fall A fall into the death Where there is just darkness Darkness that slowly walks its way into the soul The soul that dies in the body What now walks in a dead body A life that has been sucked out into the dark and loneliness All there is Sadness Depression A life of misery With no type of happiness The body slowly destroys itself There is no way out Unless that one little push can get you out The easiest things to say is An “I’m sorry” A “Forgive me?” Something so simple to bring back the soul But so hard for many to do Once they say those words The other side will have open arms waiting for them A smile for no matter what the errors are For everyone makes mistakes As long as those mistakes don’t haunt you the joyful world is right there So go back and repent Be the one that can only see the brightest stars in life Not the one that can’t see anything else besides hatred Saying two words can’t kill you But not saying those two words can kill you Go pick your side and see what is better Hurry if you’re in the darkness for there isn’t much time waiting Two words, that’s all it takes
The Best Thing in the World The best thing in the world is having someone to spend your whole life with just falling in love with them every single day, every time you see them. The best thing in the world is knowing that the person loves you more and more each day and for every reason. The best thing in the world is having someone to make their way to go see you no matter how long it takes them to get there or how long they have to wait, but you know that they will always be there. Having them look at you imagining how their life would be difficult without you because you’re the only that made it better, just you, is the best thing in the world for that moment because there are more sweet things he’ll do for you. The best feeling in the world is when they get a little bit jealous when someone stares at you because now you know they care. The best feeling in the world is when they’re holding you in their arms keeping you warm when it’s cold out making you feel safe. I haven’t had no one hold me like he does and act like himself towards me while he’s with his friends and keeping me close by because no other guy will ever treat their lady with respect when they’re around with their boys, and that is one thing that makes him more special than other guys because now a days there is no gentleman around. The best thing in the world is when they whisper in your ear that they want to grow old with you. The best thing in the world is when you boyfriend steps up and asks your father permission to go out, showing even more respect. The best thing in the world is him grabbing my hand whenever we go out to show that he has me and I have him. The best thing in the world is him next to me not letting anything or anyone come over us trying to break the only thing we have which is us together. The last best feeling in the world is being able to trust that person and knowing that they trust you too. People like that are worth the effort to fight for and have them around all the time.
Spring A season with a name that sounds so sweet Maybe even a time that you could relate to a treat All flowers come into bloom while everyone looks at blue skies Creatures arise from their slumber to a beautiful surprise Green grass can be seen and the snow is gone Remove those jackets sweaters scarfs and tightly knit harts If you walked out of your house wearing them well you would definitely be looked at wrong Easter is here make sure to find those eggs Kids on sugar rushes and tying ribbons around each other’s legs But soon summer will come and things will change Heat and sun replaces the days filled with rain Instead of being confused on if you should wear a coat People now wear shorts, tank tops and stand in their backyards Lighting grills mostly creating a mouthwatering smoke Pools are open and tans are to being made Don’t forget about the mosquitos coming around to ruin your day Also the birds are everywhere having eggs being laid The leaves are fading out from their green Now everything is in shades of red yellow orange and everything in between Enjoy these days as the heat goes away Parents putting pools down while the kids beg for them to stay Halloween is coming TRICK OR TREAT people will yell Oh look a ghost, ghoul, or is that a dragon? I really can’t tell Enjoy the autumn cause the time is coming near Where Saint Nick will come with all of his reindeer Jack Frost will come and nip at your nose As you sit next to the fireplace and put on snuggly socks to warm your toes Get the hot coco and bring a lot of cheer Because the only thing people will care about is the best gift this Christmas year Winter can and covered our green grass with snow No more warm sunshine or catching a rainbow No rain or jumping in puddles This is the time that people like to ew snuggle Love the seasons because they will come back around Happy New Year just wait spring will be back in town :)
I don’t understand why you had to leave. Your reason for leaving me is inexplicable. I questioned my whole entire childhood, asking myself ‘Why? Was it my fault?’ I blame myself most of all. I feel like you didn’t want me around. I would have nightmares and I would hope that I could have my daddy hug me and tell me it was okay. I would have tennis matches and I would always hope that my dad would be proud of me. I would have my heart broken by a boy and oh how I wish you were there to tell me that all boys suck. How one day I wish you could walk me down the aisle. But you weren’t there, you’ll never be there. But oh how you loved to ‘live life’. You loved it so much that you left when you became bored with us. All the cheating, gambling, and drinking problems you had. You blamed them all on my mother. The only one who would tolerate you and love you no matter how much you would screw up. You left with all of her savings. Savings that were for my future. You left us without a house, money, or any of goodbyes. You left more than just emotional marks on us. Especially with my mother. You see, over the years of your complete ignorance, I learned something. I learned to be independent. After all, I am an only child. Also, I learned how to forgive and be humble. I could’ve turned out to be a reckless human being, hating the world for what it is, and just have you to blame for. But instead I forgive you. My mother told me horror stories about you. But I never flinched. We all have things we regret the most. This could be your biggest one. But as long as you learn from it and move on. That’s what I did. Now it’s your turn.
You left with no goodbyes.
Father where have you been? It’s been hell not having you here. I’ve been missing you so bad. And you don’t seem to care When I go to sleep at night And you’re not there Do you even miss us? Your bottle’s your mistress I need to know. Why are you walking away? Is it something I did? Did I make a mistake? Why are you running away? I don’t understand it, is this how it ends?
On a day that we all remember for a horrible reason, not all of us may remember the pain inflicted on the American people. Some may choose to forget it for fear that they may not get the pictures of it out of their head. But we can never forget that September 11 was a day that changed the way anybody could view the world. We know it, they know it, and the world knows it. In a few split seconds everyone in America was introduced to a lifetime’s worth of mourning. How are we supposed to remember them respectfully, appropriately, passionately? What we do is think about the people. Think about those people who were inseparable from each other at the end. For the people who lost a loved one, do not become engulfed in anger for those who sinned against you, but love those who were taken from you. I do not pretend to know how it feels to lose someone in this way but I know how I would remember them and that is through memories with them. So when we wake up every morning and we see it is September 11, we know that it is a sacred day in our history as Americans. We as Americans know how deep this wound was cut, but we know that all wounds heal. The scar that is there now is to remind us exactly how we should honor those who died and to tell us that: we shall never forget.
High school can change a lot of people People change, some people will do things that you would never expect You start to learn who your true friends are You start getting involved with too many people Making mistakes and learning from them Becoming a wise after your mistakes Attitudes start changing, and so does personalities Could have had the best happy personality, and turned into a complete different personality Girls will go through heart breaks and many other things If you were a outgoing little girl, than maybe you will become a shy unless people know the real you Same with boys they can be so hyper and then become so shy after a couple years People start to change if they go through a bad experience or start hanging out with certain people It can change who your friends were in middle school Some people want to know a lot of people so they will do anything to have a lot of friends Others just might just end up realizing that you don’t need a lot of friends to be happy The less friends the less drama you get into All you need is a few friends and family Family will always be there for you no matter what They will always love you They will support you on your choices you make They tell the truth even if you don’t want to hear it Friends will come and go They don’t always support you on your choices
As I lay in my bed It is very late I try to go to sleep There is a long day ahead of me But I can’t seem to go to sleep There is a sound that I just can’t stop hearing It is keeping me awake I try to ignore it But it irritates me It is like the constant ticking of a clock And it just won’t go away I get up slowly as to not get dizzy I open up my door and head downstairs Furiated with this noise that just won’t go away I check all corners of the house Nothing is found I head back upstairs thinking that the noise has gone away And just when I am about to fall asleep I hear it again I tear everything off my bed in rage It is two in the morning What is going on? I decide to sleep on the couch My bed can be fixed at another time I get myself comfortable Lay there quietly Thinking about what has been keeping me up I say forget about it and go to bed I will only be getting an hour of sleep That ticking sound has ruined me
I opened my eyes and saw nothing but darkness. I blinked multiple times to try and get my sight back. I still saw nothing but darkness. Where was I? I tried looking around but a sharp pain shot through my entire body and stopped me before I could try and move anymore. My eyes flashed every which way in an attempt to understand where I was. I could feel pressure on the lower part of my body. I began to think back to the last thing I remember doing. I was in my cubical doing my daily work in the South Tower. I heard a huge explosion, panicked and sprinted towards the exit. I could feel the heat around me and I could hear the screams coming from all around me. Next thing I knew, everything went black. Something clicked in my head and I finally realized I was underneath all the rubble and debris from the fallen towers. I began to cry, I was scared and had no idea if I would get out of there alive. I then began to think about my family. God how I missed them, all I wanted to do at that moment was sit with them at home, laughing and talking about anything and everything. I wiggled around a bit and I was able to be somewhat mobile. Out of the corner of my eye I saw something white. I turned to face it and saw a light peeking through. Immediately I began to feel some hope.
After that the view was ruined for John. Every time he looked out that window and saw the ocean he felt sick. He couldn’t move his office but he could have blinds put in. Blinds, that from the day they were installed were never opened.
Five years later
John walked into his kitchen and began pouring coffee into a thermos at exactly 7:05am, the same time he did it every morning. As he went to put on the cap his ten year old daughter called out, startling him, and he spilled the coffee all over himself and the counter. “Dad!” Allie called out again, bounding into the room. Flustered and trying to clean up the mess as fast as he could John snapped at her. “What Allie? What do you need?” He instantly felt sorry about his tone, but didn’t apologize. Allies face fell and she held out a piece of paper to him. “You still haven’t signed my field trip permission slip. Remember? To the aquarium? It’s due soon.” John took the paper from her and gave it a quick glance and tossed it on the counter. “Yeah Allie, I’ll sign it later.” He said and went back to cleaning up the coffee. John let out a sigh and threw down the paper towel he was holding. “Allie you grab something to eat, I gotta go get changed and then we’ll leave.” He ruffled his daughters’ hair and headed up to his room.
People around you think they know you But deep down they don’t know the true you, People get hurt and people cry But your tears are not worth to those people So save your tears and cry for nobody The only person that loves you is god No one would look up to you except those who lie Be you be who you are Because at the end you look around and no one is by your side Friends are nothing but a joke So duck the world just do you Be who you are and don’t let anyone change you Because at the end you’re going to be the one on top Put your head up high and be proud of who you are All you gtta say is god is by my side
The street lights shinned on the lonely girl. She sat on the sidewalk with her belongings by her side. Her face was bruised and tears were streaming down her face. She was alone in the dark, cruel world now. She had no place to live once her boyfriend kicked her out. She had been wandering the streets of the city for days. Looking for anything. She looked for where she could stay every cold night. She looked for a place to eat. She looked for a place to work. All she wanted was to go back to the way she used to live. She wanted to go back to the high class apartments she used to live in that overlooked Central Park. She wanted to dine again at the fancy restaurants. She went from being at the top to being the people she would pass by on the streets without looking twice at. The dirty homeless people that would push their carts around the park. She always felt like she was above those people. Now, as she sits still wearing her designer shoes and holds her name brand hand bag, she realizes that she is the kind of person that people would pass by. They would not know where she came from and she was still unaware of where she was going.
my mother is the best person i have in this world and she always keeps it 100 percent with me doesnt matter if it will hurt me or makes me stronger as a person. my mommy is a a strong and hard-working women she never lets no one talk back to her though she can go wild at times. in my point of view she is the best thing that has happen to me well ofcourse she is my mom. yesterday september 10 2012 was her birthday and i got her gifts which i never do it either i make her breakfast or make her dinner but this time i wanted to change it up and give her something she needs and will use. the gifts that i got her was cute pink socks, a calvin klien body lotion which smells banging, and a cute case cover for her iphone. these things arent the most luxurious things but it came from the heart and that is whaat matters for me. she always be thingking about me when she goes out to eat or when she goes to the store to buy something, she will bring me food or shirts and bball shorts. my mother will never forget about me in that aspect thats why i love her because she is herself and loves care about me
Money; Money is what makes people act funny Money is what causes people to change And live a life with greed chasing the fame Greed;Greed is what make people look like dummy’s Greed is what makes people that are nice start to hate Hate; Hate is what starts a war Hate is what makes us and god fall apart Religion; Religion is a believe of a god having a name Religion is what causes us to break Power; Power is what people crave Power is what makes couples separate Love; Love is what makes people stay Love is what makes people to create War; war is what make peoples scars War is what we humans make.
Audrey Mongeau September 11, 2012 Free Write Period 8 Have you ever had somebody copy you? Did they dress like you, or bring the same thing as you? That has happened to me in kindergarten. My mother bought me a new candy, thinking it would be sweet and causing cavities. It was something that I had never seen before. The wrapper was orange and green neon colored. The inside had a big bar of chocolate filled with caramel and peanut butter with small amounts of crunchy pretzels. My mother bought me the candy once on the weekend while we went shopping for food. While we were inline waiting to pay, I saw the chocolate and begged my mother for that awesome looking cavity filled delicacy.
After asking twice, the decision was made, and that chocolate was mine. The entire car ride home was full of excitement. The radio was blasting John Lithgow’s CD version of “Singin’ in the Bathtub.” When my mother and I finally arrived at our house, I carried the bags into the kitchen, and ripped through them to get my candy bar. I found it in the bag with Orange Juice and butter. I grabbed the candy bar, and tore off the wrapper in a matter of three seconds. I took one giant bite and tasted the delicious sensation. I couldn’t wait to get another candy bar the next time I went to the store. The next weekend, for thanksgiving, my dad and I went to the store to get mashed potatoes and green beans. I saw the same box of candy inline at the checkout, so I begged and pleaded my dad to but it for me. Luckily with my cute adorable face, he said yes. I waited until that Monday to go back to school and show all my five friends the fantastic new delight that I now have. They all thought it was the coolest thing in the world. After a day of showing off my chocolaty delight, one of the girls had the same exact candy. I thought “why does she have the candy too? The candy is MY thing, and no one else should have it too!” I was very annoyed, but hey, I was a little kindergartener, what did I know? But day after day, a new student would bring in the candy too. I didn’t understand, was the candy really that good that everyone had to have it too? Yes. After a while, I didn’t care about bringing in the candy to school, I didn’t want anyone else to bring it in. when I stopped bringing it, everyone else seemed to stop as well. I felt better not doing it any more.
The game on Friday is going to be a very tough one. The guys playing on both sides will be big and very tough. Neither team will go down without a nasty fight. This will be the hardest game of the season. If we beat this team the true goal of undefeated season will be within grasp. No one will ever give up on the field. Our determination will be enough to overcome any size difference they will have with us. The true advantage we have over that team is that our backs are better and more skilled than their backs. It will come down to how many openings we can make with the line we have. We will not be satisfied with a hard fought loss we are going out there for a win and only a win. People have doubted us since before the season even started. With a win on Friday we will be in the spot we need to be in so we know that we can regain our dominance over the division. With this reputation built we will continue it into the playoffs with a commanding reputations so all the schools in the new division will know who the Destroyers are.
Life just washes away like rain. No one knows how fast life goes until it ends. Why can’t we understand how life actually works? What is needed of us in the afterlife? What is beyond this world? We cannot see what lies beyond space and time yet people preach about it and welcome it. Isn’t the great beyond scary to anyone else but me? I’m scared of death because I don’t know what will happen to me. Will I really be safe when I die? Will my soul actually live on and see a greater being then we humans can imagine? Or will we just be recycled. After this life will we have another one? Will we live another life unlike this one where we have new friends and a new family? Will we talk a different language then before? What will death really bring for us? Does anyone else wonder that fact? I sometimes think for hours about. I will lie on my bed and try to conceive any possible ideas about what lies before me. Is the afterlife scary or will it be enjoyable? Will we know what is happening to us or will we just go with the flow. Will we feel pain when we die? I hope it doesn’t hurt so much but rather it feels like you fall into a deep sleep never to wake again.
I am in love with a special someone. This one person knows that they are very important to me. We fight and argue but we also laugh and snuggle. I am the bread and she’s my butter. When I’m down she’s the one I go to because I know that one way or another she’ll be the one too make me smile. I’ve met her family and she’s also has met mine. We been together for 8 months now forever until we die. When we grow to be a hundred years old I want to live a hundred minus a day so I don’t have to spend a day without you. The day I asked you to be my girlfriend it was the best day in my life. It was the start of a happy new relationship and also the start of a new year. I asked you to be mine on January 1st, 2012. The bond that we have is unbreakable and nobody could get in our way. I love the bond we have and also how great you get along with Erika and my mom. Even though I’m in high school and you’re in college we’ll work it out in any sort of way. The way you go to all my games with my sister to support me in what I love to do means a lot to me. I love you Julissa with all my heart.
Can’t think Can’t speak Can’t let go Can’t move on I want to I need to But I can’t They won’t let me The thoughts The memories They never leave Always there A constant reminder Of what can’t be undone Of what can’t be taken back I want them to go away I want to forget Everyone else has forgotten Everyone else is free Everyone else has moved on And left me behind I want to follow But the past holds me back Stops me from living Sometimes I can forget Pretend everything’s fine For a brief time, It leaves me alone For a brief time I’m happy But only for a brief time And then it comes back It’s when I’m happiest Not worrying Not afraid Just being And then they hit me It all comes back What happened Why it happened Who was involved Who it’s made me No matter how hard I try I try not to be this person This product of disaster I can’t be anything else My past shapes me So much my future won’t change me Damaged goods Like shattered glass Try to put the pieces back together But you can still see the cracks You can still see the past Anyone who sees Can guess what happened It’s obvious The cracks make it useless Only one thing you can do Throw it away Those cracks will never heal Its past will never go away It’ll always be there
Not a care in the world when you have a smile Everything seems so right Everyone can see it from down the isle No need for a fight Your teeth are radiant They’re as bright as the shining, scintillating sun My happiness’s only ingredient It’s simply stunning I feel like quickly running towards you When you have a smile My heart has a breakthrough I could run so many miles And when that smile fades Mine will too My happiness cascades But I know it will re-appear anew As will my cheer Even though it won’t be gone for a while Let’s make this a good year When you have a smile
A glimpse of you is all I need To spark my anger, frustration and fear You speak of our country, our freedom, our lives But who are we? We are the people of a nation A nation of diversity, a nation of the dream Do you see us down here? You are the oppression we’ve fought to lose You are the taker of freedoms You are the hand that rips away my hope And leaves it to die
You tell me I can love But not like him and her I can love under different rules Rules lead by hate A hate driven strong and taught for generations Can I not love like you love? Can I not marry like you marry? Can I not be recognized by this nation of equality? That is not equality. That is cruelty to our people.
I pity a soul like yours That lives in such a world So bleak, so cruel With such a simple escape By stopping the hate, your crimes against humanity Yet you will never see, nor will your children You’ve placed them in your world Chained them down Until they’ve called it home Your child is born free of hate Free of discrimination Innocent; a clean slate Whipped into a monster By your cold, shaking hands Now lifeless A product of your ignorant machine
A next, our nation Your new child Your new monster to breed One nation, under your god Divisible by hate And certainly no justice for all.
Tim cupped the fire from the lighter as he held it to the cigarette in my mouth as I inhaled until the tip turned a bright orange. I sat there and smoked until there was something to do and then it hit, bombs raining down all around us, making craters in the earth. We ducked and ran to our barracks as the mortars picked apart our friends and fellow marines, we stayed huddled inside the barracks until the mortars stopped, and we heard gun shots, we were scared but we knew what and how to do it. I can hear my DI yelling at me in the back of my head and my mindset changed from “what to do” to “how to do it”. I looked over at Tim and yelled “leapfrog” a technique involving one man shooting as the other man runs to get a better position. Tim ran as I started shooting at the enemy, I wasn’t really aiming, I was just trying the get them to cover up and stop shooting, as Tim made it to the bunker, he looked at me and nodded his head, I knew it was my turn. I stood up and started to make myself ready, or as ready as I could be to run into a line of fire, I looked at Tim and nodded, he looked over and started to lay down suppressive fire as I ran across the battlefield to get to the bunker when I felt a sharp bite in my leg, I was hit. The pain was unbearable as tried to keep running to the bunker, then I felt that same bite in my chest. I immediately fell and started crawling until I finally made it to the bunker. Tim looked at me with the crimson all over my chest and leg and gave me a look that I could never forget, he looked at me and yelled “can you fight?” I looked at him, turned away and tried to start shooting before I would go into shock. After 5 minutes a medic came to my rescue and tried to fix me as Tim and the others in my platoon kept shooting. One, two, three shots of morphine before I finally passed out. I woke up in a bed two days later with Mike, Tim’s brother next to me, I immediately knew it. Tim was dead.
He ran for his life. He ran the same way birds fly south for the winter, in search for shelter—a better place than their own. He ran the same way eagles protect their young—with a sense of security from harm or danger. He ran for an escape—the way a prisoner would if he only had a chance. The sun’s heat beat down on his skin, sweat racing down his face as if competing with his rapid steps. He ignored his tight, sore calves and focused on his breathing. Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out. He had to remember to breathe—a little something he forgot easily from time to time. It was the only thing that kept him going; it kept him alive. In the distance, a train’s whistle echoed, and he began to slow down, taking larger steps to stabilize himself until he came to a complete stop. Directly in front of him was a railway crossing sign, flashing red, and within seconds, a massive train rushed by, whipping his hair in the wind and rattling his heart. For the first time since he began his course, he looked at his environment. He stood alone in a large pathway that was lined with fields of tall, dry grass. The sky was colored a stark blue and was decorated with off-white clouds. The ground was covered with yellow-brown dirt and rocks that had cut his bare feet all the way to his ankles. He hadn’t even noticed. The wind now became fiercer, flapping the worn, gray shirt on his back and his ripped, black shorts. He had been running with all he had. When the train passed, his legs immediately began moving again, gradually picking up speed. All of a sudden, the stark blue sky and the off-white clouds disappeared. He could not feel the grainy, rough yellow-brown dirt and rocks underneath his feet. He could no longer see the tall, dry grass that lined the path. He simply ran. He ran the same way birds fly south for the winter, in search for shelter—a better place than their own. He ran the same way eagles protect their young—with a sense of security from harm or danger. He ran for an escape—the way a prisoner would if he only had a chance. He ran for his life.
Spreading my arms out wide I announced, “Prepare for the greatest day in your young life!” I grinned at the expression the little boy next to me made. Ceil stared in wonder at the brightly colored rides and attractions. Trying to soak it all in, he stood as if paralyzed to one spot. “Is this really it? Are we really going in?” He asked in an awestruck tone. Chuckling I patted his head. “Of course we are! I promised you the best birthday you’ve ever had, and I always keep my promises.” “Y-yeah….but, is going to an amusement park too expense?” The ten year old meekly asked. “No way!” I shouted, “Now quit delaying and let’s have some fun!” I grabbed Ceil’s hand and dragged him through the entrance. Scanning the area, I suggested that we started out with the small rides before moving on to the roller coasters. Quickly agreeing with me, Ceil and I boarded the carousel. The ride jerked and began to slowly spin. As the spinning grew faster, Ceil laughed as the wind rustled his hair. When the ride was over, we continued to go on ride after ride. Each one Ceil enjoyed to its fullest. Some hours later, we came to that section that tends to have all the game booths and arcades. I was walking to the next ride when I noticed that I missing a certain little boy. Hastily turning around I managed to spot Ceil in front of an arcade. The lights of the machines reflected off his eyes as I strolled up to him. “Wanna go inside?” I casually asked him. Ceil jumped in surprise and quickly said, “No! It’s ok! I mean…..you’ve already done so much for me…” I searched my pockets and triumphantly took out my wallet. “This is your special day little buddy, you do whatever you want.” Hesitantly, Ceil grasped my hand and led me inside the arcade. The loud music and blinking lights overwhelmed us at first, but we quickly got adjusted. Handing the kid ten dollars, I watched as he attempted to grab a toy from the claw machine. I started to daydream, when the claw machine Ceil was playing made a loud noise. Ceil ran over to me and yelled, “I did it! Look what I won all by myself!” He shoved a stuffed chocolate brown bear at me. I took it and couldn’t help but admire the plushness of the cute toy. “Nice job. Gimme a high-five!” I high-fived him and we exited the arcade to return to riding roller coasters. As the sky grew darker, I stared at Ceil as he grinned and laughed. I smiled at how he was enjoying himself. This is how a child should be. Happy and care free; living life to its fullest. I wanted Ceil to be happy again so I had decided to take him to an amusement park, just like how his parents used to before they died. I slightly frowned at the memory of how heartbroken Ceil was when that happened, and how living in an orphanage made things worse. Looking up at the night sky, I estimated that it was time to leave. Leading Ceil to the park entrance he talked endlessly about the fun he had. I interrupted his sentence and said, “Ceil, did you enjoy yourself?” Ceil excitedly said, “Of course! This was the best day I had since forever!” I solemnly nodded and slowly said, “Well, how would you like it if you could hang out with me more? Would you want to live with me?” Ceil’s eyes widened, “Live with you?” Tears brimmed in his eyes. “Y-yes! You’re my best friend!” He hugged my tightly and sobbed into my shirt. Tears began to flow down my cheeks as well as I embraced my new son.
One Push To Far Tormented each day Why is this happening Scars can heal Mending the flesh But tormenting the mind That will never be repaired And each day more wounds are opened With each cut the life is shortened The lacerations are hidden on the skin But the pain shines through Nobody asks what’s wrong They show no concern Just keep on torturing Breaking them down more each day Their life almost over They have almost bled dry The cuts becoming more severe Leaving a hollow shell of their existence All that is left is the physical being And that will be gone too Finished with one step As they sway limply from the rafters
Never Ending Cycle The wars of the world will never cease And it will never know true peace The fighting will never end There will only be more body bags to send Many countries chose to fight Because they want to test their might Others fight because they are oppressed And their occupiers give them stress Wars forced innocence from homes And all that’s left is for them to roam They become refugees forced to flee Until the losers gives a plea Then the people will come back To find their homes ransacked Forced to rebuild their lives While the new leader thrives Only for another war to start To have families once again torn apart Wars will never leave things be On is always about to happen all you have to do is see
Difference I proudly stand alone Even though people shun me I move away from the crowd I feel they are wrong I’m disliked for it But I don’t need their approval My opinion is all that matters to me Everything else said I block out I am who I am I will not copy others I will be myself And I will stand tall alone I will never slink away Like a dog with its tail between its legs I am proud to be different I stand alone in a sea of people
Why is it when I found out the news I wasn’t happy? Is it because I’m unsure about how I feel Is it something that still needs to sink in I sit here and say that I’m sorry I sit here and think if I truly liked you I’d be delighted Thinking about it I think about how I’m afraid I’m unable to trust And don’t know how to see you With my last situation It was a knife to the heart That’s when all the trust blew out the window Is it hard to believe you like me? Yes Should you stop liking me? No just give me my space to breath As long as your patient I promise you’ll never regret waiting For this whole time If I can wait for you I think that you can give me some time If not I guess we aren’t meant to be Just give me time Time to think Time to breathe Time to feel how my emotions are Time to see how I react Time to notice it’s the truth Time for just this dream can hit me Time to finally fall in your arms Are you still there? Yes you are Can I tell you something? I think I’m finally ready Thanks for not leaving Now it’s time to show you how I truly feel For you are the special one The one that makes my day The one who puts a smile on my face The whole in my heart I always talk about You’re my other half The one that lets me be me
You get that funny feeling That really good feeling When you’re with me But all I want you to do is to let me be The way I feel about you isn’t true And I’m always feeling blue When I’m with you
Trust me you’re a nice guy But I have to say goodbye
I don’t want to hurt you anymore But I’m going to be leaving your heart sore
My heart has fallen hard For a guy who doesn’t even feel the same I need to be free But I want you to see The reason why I’m doing this I’m so sorry dear But that’s just the way I feel
You’re the not the one But I’ll admit, I did have a lot of fun with you I was never the one for love But this boy has proved me wrong I know your feelings are strong But honey, you’re not the one.
Something that makes me feel relaxed is taking a nice leisurely walk on the beach. Walking on the beach with the sand between my toes and the smell of the salt water whipping through my hair is very peaceful. Walking along the Jersey Shore in the late afternoon or early evening feels great. Everything is winding down, the people are leaving, the sun is setting, and everything is silent. Just walking clears your head and just relaxes evrything. If you're not careful, you could get lost in your thoughts. If you have the time, go to the beach and just walk. It's a good workout and a fine stress reducer.
Peace Poem There are kids setting fire to themselves in the Middle East To try and win themselves basic human rights But our kids set fire to Argos to try and win them a plasma TV People don’t know what’s going on in the world People are too busy to open the TV and watch the news Think about other if you living good other people suffer Money is not everything but freedom is So give what you got for those who need it Stop buying games and buying useless stuff And put a dollar down, a dollar could change a kid’s life People fighting for freedom and you’re fighting your dad to buy you a car Open you’re TV and watch the news send a dollar to a kid Change someone life they would thank you Money isn’t everything but other people lives is Sit down and open your TV open your eyes and see the world.
As a person who has never lost a loved one in his life, it is understandable to react in a way that is inappropriate when they do lose one. Whether it is a parent or a sibling or a grandparent, we always miss them the same. And as someone who is including in this group I am generally afraid of some of the things that lay in the future. Of course we all know that everyone around will eventually leave us, but we take comfort in the thought that it may happen in fifty or so years. But the reality that It is not always that way. There is a reality that we all have to face and we all do I t in a different way. I am writing this to try and find my way of dealing with this fact. The way I deal with this fact is honestly that no matter what this end is inevitable. So we all have to enjoy our time with the people around us every day that we live. And the way to miss them after they are gone is to never forget the good times that you had with them.
Back in the days of my childhood, those days seem so fun. I always find myself wishing that I could go back and revisit my childhood. The days felt like they never stopped, you were always hanging out with your friends when you didn’t have any responsibilities, and the summers went by so slow that it felt like a year. School was so easy all it was writing sentences and simple addition. You could spend all day outside and run around in the woods and ride your bike from here to Green brook and your parents always knew where you were. Fond memories of old pets that have come and gone and remain special to you. Good TV shows on Saturday mornings that is way better than the crap on now a day. Nights spent swimming in your pool until midnight and getting out and freezing in the cold breeze. Whenever a big snowstorm came through you would spent all day making snow angels and running in the snow. Me and my family would go out during a big snowstorm and just walk around the town at like eleven at night and come home freezing and covered in the white dust. Back then seemed so much better than it is now, but you can’t live in the past and just have to move on while keeping those fond memories in your mind.
Forgiveness - The act of pardoning somebody for a mistake or wrongdoing. I have a hard time trusting people and every time I think I can trust somebody, they prove me wrong. When I say this I mean, family, friends and even a few associates. It amazes me how people can just lie to your face, even about the smallest things. It will never make sense to me, and I will never understand that. Telling the truth is way easier than keeping up with a lie, no matter how small. I don't always tell the truth, but if the situation can be solved without a lie why not choose that? Maybe, that's why I don't call a lot of people a "friends", once you do something wrong, maybe I will learn to forgive you, but that all comes in time. I'm the type of person who forgives, but never forgets. A person may not get a second chance depending on how serious the situation was. It’s not fun or enjoyable losing friends that I trust with everything, then again I refuse to associate with a fake friend. I’ve experienced a lot in only sixteen years and I know what the term friend means, I also learned how to be one, and in being a friend lying and not being loyal is frowned up. Trust is key.
John wasn’t sure what to say, he was at a loss for words. As hard as he tried he couldn’t seem to look away from her grass colored eyes. The girl raised her hand to John’s cheek, and stroked the stubble on it lightly. John was too shocked to move away from her. She continued to stare at him, her large smile faded to a slight smirk. Before john knew what was happening, she lifted herself up on her toes and kissed him. This snapped John out of his trance immediately and he grabbed her shoulders, pulling her off of him. She looked back up at him with the grin still on her face as though she’d done nothing out of the ordinary. “Why did you do that?” John asked, his voice more surprised than he’d meant it to be. She just gave him the same smile she’d had since she came in. John sighed and rubbed him forehead. “You can’t do that Ms. I’m your doctor.” His voice became professional again and she could tell be his tone that she was unhappy. For the first time since she’d gotten here her smile faded. She looked almost ashamed.
Gathus bounded through the shop, staining some clothes with blood on the way and disappeared out back. “Sooo…” Eurlus walked behind Tristain and put his arm around him. “Girl troubles, eh?” Eurlus slapped his knee and started cracking up at himself. Tristain slugged him in the gut, grabbed the clothes from the counter and stormed out of the store back towards home. He heard Gathus shout his name as he rounded the building, but Tristain just sprinted into the crowd of people observing the scene. He didn’t care how suspicious he looked, (which probably wasn’t the best call) he just wanted to get out of there. For some reason, it had taken up to now for him to realize where he had been. He could have died! Those guys had giant swords and pounds of steel on them! What’d he have? Clean clothes? Terrifying. He continued down the road until he reached the end of the city, where the cobblestone road began turning to loose stone, then finally dirt. Tristain hadn’t reached the dirt road before he sighed and sat on the ground. He kicked a rock a few feet away and started drawing in the dirt. “What am I even running from?” “I couldn’t tell ya, pal.” Tristain whirled around to his right, kicking up dust as he jumped to his feet. Inches from him stood the man that had attacked him in the store. His dual-faced mask was dripping freshly with blood
The soft breeze coming off the ocean The boats rock back and forth in the water The sun is just staring to rise The boats head out for their day at work The small waterside town starts to wake The church bells ring The bird circle the boats waiting for their own breakfast People start to emerge from the cottages After their long sleep Children skip down the cobblestone roads to the school The small English town Is awake and ready for an entirely new day.
I would give you flowers But you would leave them to die I would give you kisses But you wouldn’t feel my lips I would sing you a song But you would leave it unheard Or I’d write you a poem And you’d leave it unread When you won’t listen How do I tell you How do I tell you that You do for me what The sun does for the dawn When her rays kiss the Earth And melt the dew away What the stars do for the night When they make the empty sky glitter How do I tell you You make me love you
He’s the illest teacher He’s the best class preacher Don’t get on his bad side Wait he don’t got a bad side it’s all about that sweet side He’s chill and he teaches at the same damn time If there was an award for the best teacher he’ll get da crown He the king of the school Best teacher I’ll ever have no one is just and cool He teaches us and he’s nice I bet his wife won’t sell him for any price mejor profesor del mundo.
As I a beginning sequel series to my short story, I am writing this for my free write assignment.
“Hello?” My voice echoed in the hollow darkness. “Is anybody here?” I searched in vain for something in this inky blackness, but to no avail. Deciding that it was better to move than to stand still, I began to walk. My footsteps reverberated throughout the empty space. As I continued into nowhere, my mind began to wander. Is this real? Where am I? How did I get here?
*“You were always the one to protect me. It’s my turn now to protect yo-.” Her words were cut off as metallic tentacles stabbed through her chest.*
I stopped dead in my tracks. What was that image? That girl looked so sad. Do I know her? I waited to see if anything else would pop into my head. When nothing happened, I cautiously continued to make my way forward. I tried not to think about it, but I kept repeating that scene I saw in my head. Is she in trouble? Even if I didn’t know her, I had to help. I couldn’t explain it, but I felt connected to her somehow. The more I thought of it, the more my head ached. I have to save her. I have to help……I have to save……my sister.
*I pounded on the glass, shouting her name. She gave me a small smile and whispered, “I love you brother.” Her eyes glazed over and her head dropped. I felt my heart clench. Something wet was flowing down my cheeks, but that wasn’t important. Nothing was as I stared at my sister’s lifeless body, making me the last human. The image of her pierced body was the last thing I saw before the machine stared up and pulled me back in time. To a time where none of this had happened yet. As I flew through the different periods in history, I made my sister a promise. I will change history, so that she can live in a peaceful and happy world in the altered future.*
Suddenly, my memories came flooding back; my parents, my sister, the New Humanity, and my mission. How could I forget? Was it an error in the machine? Shaking my head, I deemed it unimportant. I had to change history, for my dear sister. As if responding to my thoughts, the area around me changed. The darkness that I was once in changed to sand. The sun began to bear down on me with its intense heat. I examined my new surroundings before it clicked; this was where it all started. A war in the Middle East broke out and used up most of the world’s resources; causing engineers to try and create fake bodies to move human minds into. However, this “New Humanity” malfunctioned and sought out the destruction of the Old Humanity.
I was becoming frantic. I have to stop this, before it’s too late! I scanned the endless miles of sand in front of me. How do I stop the war? That question became irrelevant however, as a person behind me demanded, “Tell me who you are or else I’ll shoot your brains out!”
I froze in place and started to sweat. Why do I do? Was this person part of the Middle Eastern rebellion? Or was he part of UN army? The muzzle of the gun poked my back as the person behind prodded, “Well?”
Seeing no escape from this situation, I answered him honestly, “I have no name.” This time the guy shoved his gun into my back. I stumbled a little bit, but remained as still as possible. I guess I should have seen that coming. Everybody in the past had names, but since the war of the future had ravaged the Old Humanity not many had names. My mother had once said it was because people didn’t want to get too attached to each other if they were just going to die. I sighed and raised my voice at the gunman behind me, “I’m serious!”
There was a long pause, as if the guy was examining me. I twitched nervously and prayed that he didn’t decide to shot me. It worked because a second later he commanded, “Come with me.” I heard his footsteps retreating so I whirled around. I couldn’t believe my eyes as they landed on the gunman. A kid about the age of twelve was walking away carrying a gun much too big for his size. He stopped and gave me an irritated look. “What are you waiting for?” He demanded.
I held up my hands in a placating gesture and began to follow the boy. As we travelled across the desert I examined the boy. He had sun-bleached blonde hair and tan skin. He was fairly small, even if he was a twelve year old. The kid wore no shoes which made me wonder if that hurt him. The boy showed no signs of discomfort so I assumed that he was accustomed to it. He also wore some tattered clothes. I guiltily glanced at my own clothes. They hadn’t been washed in weeks, but at least they weren’t ripped to shreds like the boy’s clothes.
We trekked across the desert for what felt like an eternity. Since the boy didn’t talk to me, I became lost in my thoughts until I heard a rumbling. Slowing down, I listened carefully to the growing noise. It sounded like an engine, but nothing that I had ever heard. The boy had apparently heard the rumbling as well because he turned around. I followed his gaze and gaped at the site. A car was racing towards us at incredible speed. My sister and I have seen cars, but not completely intact ones or ones that worked.
My astonishment was short lived as I noticed that guns decorated the sides of the truck and were being pointed at us. The boy grabbed my hand and screamed, “Run!” Running, we tried to avoid getting caught or shot by the truck. However, the sand hindered my running and I ended up slowing the boy down. The truck caught up to us with relative ease. Some soldiers jumped out and formed a ring around us. They leveled their guns to our heads and I groaned. Why couldn’t things go right for once?
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ReplyDeleteDeath
DeleteIs there a reason to fear death
Or is it the unknown people fear
Possibly the pain of it
Or what will happen to their loved ones
There truly is no reason to fear it
For all things must end
It is sad when they leave
But it is bound to happen
Like the changing of the seasons
Winter cannot run on forever
It must come to an end
And it will bring a new and become spring
Just as in death
It gives life to new
The body is returning to the earth
And allows for new life to grow
Guillotine
The blade drops
Another head this the floor
One more is brought forward
He is squirming and crying
Asking to be spared
Then praying for forgiveness
The blade is raised again
It falls and blood sprays
This is my job
Day in and day out
I’m forced to kill others
I am the guillotine
Bliss
I've been thinking of what's been said
contemplating on what I could have done
so I lie here in my bed
and wish things were more fun
I feel now I am of no use
lifeless like and empty shell
they should realize that I already fell
and yet I am still here
I wish that they would ease my suffering
and let me go with no fear
yet I'm left here as if just sleeping
I hear steps coming my way
could this finally be it
will this be the end for me, the sufferer
will they see that I am fit
yes I believe so
the light finally shines on me
now with a smile I go
to bliss for all eternity
A tip to a tap
ReplyDeleteA sprinkle to a drip
A trip to a fall
A fall into the death
Where there is just darkness
Darkness that slowly walks its way into the soul
The soul that dies in the body
What now walks in a dead body
A life that has been sucked out into the dark and loneliness
All there is
Sadness
Depression
A life of misery
With no type of happiness
The body slowly destroys itself
There is no way out
Unless that one little push can get you out
The easiest things to say is
An “I’m sorry”
A “Forgive me?”
Something so simple to bring back the soul
But so hard for many to do
Once they say those words
The other side will have open arms waiting for them
A smile for no matter what the errors are
For everyone makes mistakes
As long as those mistakes don’t haunt you the joyful world is right there
So go back and repent
Be the one that can only see the brightest stars in life
Not the one that can’t see anything else besides hatred
Saying two words can’t kill you
But not saying those two words can kill you
Go pick your side and see what is better
Hurry if you’re in the darkness for there isn’t much time waiting
Two words, that’s all it takes
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ReplyDeleteThe Best Thing in the World
ReplyDeleteThe best thing in the world is having someone to spend your whole life with just falling in love with them every single day, every time you see them. The best thing in the world is knowing that the person loves you more and more each day and for every reason. The best thing in the world is having someone to make their way to go see you no matter how long it takes them to get there or how long they have to wait, but you know that they will always be there. Having them look at you imagining how their life would be difficult without you because you’re the only that made it better, just you, is the best thing in the world for that moment because there are more sweet things he’ll do for you. The best feeling in the world is when they get a little bit jealous when someone stares at you because now you know they care. The best feeling in the world is when they’re holding you in their arms keeping you warm when it’s cold out making you feel safe. I haven’t had no one hold me like he does and act like himself towards me while he’s with his friends and keeping me close by because no other guy will ever treat their lady with respect when they’re around with their boys, and that is one thing that makes him more special than other guys because now a days there is no gentleman around. The best thing in the world is when they whisper in your ear that they want to grow old with you. The best thing in the world is when you boyfriend steps up and asks your father permission to go out, showing even more respect. The best thing in the world is him grabbing my hand whenever we go out to show that he has me and I have him. The best thing in the world is him next to me not letting anything or anyone come over us trying to break the only thing we have which is us together. The last best feeling in the world is being able to trust that person and knowing that they trust you too. People like that are worth the effort to fight for and have them around all the time.
Spring
ReplyDeleteA season with a name that sounds so sweet
Maybe even a time that you could relate to a treat
All flowers come into bloom while everyone looks at blue skies
Creatures arise from their slumber to a beautiful surprise
Green grass can be seen and the snow is gone
Remove those jackets sweaters scarfs and tightly knit harts
If you walked out of your house wearing them well you would definitely be looked at wrong
Easter is here make sure to find those eggs
Kids on sugar rushes and tying ribbons around each other’s legs
But soon summer will come and things will change
Heat and sun replaces the days filled with rain
Instead of being confused on if you should wear a coat
People now wear shorts, tank tops and stand in their backyards
Lighting grills mostly creating a mouthwatering smoke
Pools are open and tans are to being made
Don’t forget about the mosquitos coming around to ruin your day
Also the birds are everywhere having eggs being laid
The leaves are fading out from their green
Now everything is in shades of red yellow orange and everything in between
Enjoy these days as the heat goes away
Parents putting pools down while the kids beg for them to stay
Halloween is coming TRICK OR TREAT people will yell
Oh look a ghost, ghoul, or is that a dragon?
I really can’t tell
Enjoy the autumn cause the time is coming near
Where Saint Nick will come with all of his reindeer
Jack Frost will come and nip at your nose
As you sit next to the fireplace and put on snuggly socks to warm your toes
Get the hot coco and bring a lot of cheer
Because the only thing people will care about is the best gift this Christmas year
Winter can and covered our green grass with snow
No more warm sunshine or catching a rainbow
No rain or jumping in puddles
This is the time that people like to ew snuggle
Love the seasons because they will come back around
Happy New Year just wait spring will be back in town :)
Free write
ReplyDeleteFather
I don’t understand why you had to leave.
Your reason for leaving me is inexplicable.
I questioned my whole entire childhood, asking myself ‘Why? Was it my fault?’
I blame myself most of all.
I feel like you didn’t want me around.
I would have nightmares and I would hope that I could have my daddy hug me and tell me it was okay.
I would have tennis matches and I would always hope that my dad would be proud of me.
I would have my heart broken by a boy and oh how I wish you were there to tell me that all boys suck.
How one day I wish you could walk me down the aisle.
But you weren’t there, you’ll never be there.
But oh how you loved to ‘live life’.
You loved it so much that you left when you became bored with us.
All the cheating, gambling, and drinking problems you had.
You blamed them all on my mother.
The only one who would tolerate you and love you no matter how much you would screw up.
You left with all of her savings.
Savings that were for my future.
You left us without a house, money, or any of goodbyes.
You left more than just emotional marks on us.
Especially with my mother.
You see, over the years of your complete ignorance, I learned something.
I learned to be independent.
After all, I am an only child.
Also, I learned how to forgive and be humble.
I could’ve turned out to be a reckless human being, hating the world for what it is, and just have you to blame for.
But instead I forgive you.
My mother told me horror stories about you.
But I never flinched.
We all have things we regret the most.
This could be your biggest one.
But as long as you learn from it and move on.
That’s what I did.
Now it’s your turn.
You left with no goodbyes.
Father where have you been?
It’s been hell not having you here.
I’ve been missing you so bad.
And you don’t seem to care
When I go to sleep at night
And you’re not there
Do you even miss us?
Your bottle’s your mistress
I need to know.
Why are you walking away?
Is it something I did?
Did I make a mistake?
Why are you running away?
I don’t understand it, is this how it ends?
On a day that we all remember for a horrible reason, not all of us may remember the pain inflicted on the American people. Some may choose to forget it for fear that they may not get the pictures of it out of their head. But we can never forget that September 11 was a day that changed the way anybody could view the world. We know it, they know it, and the world knows it. In a few split seconds everyone in America was introduced to a lifetime’s worth of mourning.
ReplyDeleteHow are we supposed to remember them respectfully, appropriately, passionately? What we do is think about the people. Think about those people who were inseparable from each other at the end. For the people who lost a loved one, do not become engulfed in anger for those who sinned against you, but love those who were taken from you. I do not pretend to know how it feels to lose someone in this way but I know how I would remember them and that is through memories with them.
So when we wake up every morning and we see it is September 11, we know that it is a sacred day in our history as Americans. We as Americans know how deep this wound was cut, but we know that all wounds heal. The scar that is there now is to remind us exactly how we should honor those who died and to tell us that: we shall never forget.
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DeleteHigh school can change a lot of people
ReplyDeletePeople change, some people will do things that you would never expect
You start to learn who your true friends are
You start getting involved with too many people
Making mistakes and learning from them
Becoming a wise after your mistakes
Attitudes start changing, and so does personalities
Could have had the best happy personality, and turned into a complete different personality
Girls will go through heart breaks and many other things
If you were a outgoing little girl, than maybe you will become a shy unless people know the real you
Same with boys they can be so hyper and then become so shy after a couple years
People start to change if they go through a bad experience or start hanging out with certain people
It can change who your friends were in middle school
Some people want to know a lot of people so they will do anything to have a lot of friends
Others just might just end up realizing that you don’t need a lot of friends to be happy
The less friends the less drama you get into
All you need is a few friends and family
Family will always be there for you no matter what
They will always love you
They will support you on your choices you make
They tell the truth even if you don’t want to hear it
Friends will come and go
They don’t always support you on your choices
As I lay in my bed
ReplyDeleteIt is very late
I try to go to sleep
There is a long day ahead of me
But I can’t seem to go to sleep
There is a sound that I just can’t stop hearing
It is keeping me awake
I try to ignore it
But it irritates me
It is like the constant ticking of a clock
And it just won’t go away
I get up slowly as to not get dizzy
I open up my door and head downstairs
Furiated with this noise that just won’t go away
I check all corners of the house
Nothing is found
I head back upstairs thinking that the noise has gone away
And just when I am about to fall asleep
I hear it again
I tear everything off my bed in rage
It is two in the morning
What is going on?
I decide to sleep on the couch
My bed can be fixed at another time
I get myself comfortable
Lay there quietly
Thinking about what has been keeping me up
I say forget about it and go to bed
I will only be getting an hour of sleep
That ticking sound has ruined me
I opened my eyes and saw nothing but darkness. I blinked multiple times to try and get my sight back. I still saw nothing but darkness. Where was I? I tried looking around but a sharp pain shot through my entire body and stopped me before I could try and move anymore. My eyes flashed every which way in an attempt to understand where I was. I could feel pressure on the lower part of my body.
ReplyDeleteI began to think back to the last thing I remember doing. I was in my cubical doing my daily work in the South Tower. I heard a huge explosion, panicked and sprinted towards the exit. I could feel the heat around me and I could hear the screams coming from all around me. Next thing I knew, everything went black. Something clicked in my head and I finally realized I was underneath all the rubble and debris from the fallen towers. I began to cry, I was scared and had no idea if I would get out of there alive. I then began to think about my family. God how I missed them, all I wanted to do at that moment was sit with them at home, laughing and talking about anything and everything.
I wiggled around a bit and I was able to be somewhat mobile. Out of the corner of my eye I saw something white. I turned to face it and saw a light peeking through. Immediately I began to feel some hope.
After that the view was ruined for John. Every time he looked out that window and saw the ocean he felt sick. He couldn’t move his office but he could have blinds put in. Blinds, that from the day they were installed were never opened.
ReplyDeleteFive years later
John walked into his kitchen and began pouring coffee into a thermos at exactly 7:05am, the same time he did it every morning. As he went to put on the cap his ten year old daughter called out, startling him, and he spilled the coffee all over himself and the counter.
“Dad!” Allie called out again, bounding into the room.
Flustered and trying to clean up the mess as fast as he could John snapped at her. “What Allie? What do you need?” He instantly felt sorry about his tone, but didn’t apologize.
Allies face fell and she held out a piece of paper to him. “You still haven’t signed my field trip permission slip. Remember? To the aquarium? It’s due soon.”
John took the paper from her and gave it a quick glance and tossed it on the counter. “Yeah Allie, I’ll sign it later.” He said and went back to cleaning up the coffee.
John let out a sigh and threw down the paper towel he was holding. “Allie you grab something to eat, I gotta go get changed and then we’ll leave.” He ruffled his daughters’ hair and headed up to his room.
People around you think they know you
ReplyDeleteBut deep down they don’t know the true you,
People get hurt and people cry
But your tears are not worth to those people
So save your tears and cry for nobody
The only person that loves you is god
No one would look up to you except those who lie
Be you be who you are
Because at the end you look around and no one is by your side
Friends are nothing but a joke
So duck the world just do you
Be who you are and don’t let anyone change you
Because at the end you’re going to be the one on top
Put your head up high and be proud of who you are
All you gtta say is god is by my side
The street lights shinned on the lonely girl. She sat on the sidewalk with her belongings by her side. Her face was bruised and tears were streaming down her face. She was alone in the dark, cruel world now. She had no place to live once her boyfriend kicked her out. She had been wandering the streets of the city for days. Looking for anything. She looked for where she could stay every cold night. She looked for a place to eat. She looked for a place to work. All she wanted was to go back to the way she used to live. She wanted to go back to the high class apartments she used to live in that overlooked Central Park. She wanted to dine again at the fancy restaurants. She went from being at the top to being the people she would pass by on the streets without looking twice at. The dirty homeless people that would push their carts around the park. She always felt like she was above those people. Now, as she sits still wearing her designer shoes and holds her name brand hand bag, she realizes that she is the kind of person that people would pass by. They would not know where she came from and she was still unaware of where she was going.
ReplyDeletemy mother is the best person i have in this world and she always keeps it 100 percent with me doesnt matter if it will hurt me or makes me stronger as a person. my mommy is a a strong and hard-working women she never lets no one talk back to her though she can go wild at times. in my point of view she is the best thing that has happen to me well ofcourse she is my mom. yesterday september 10 2012 was her birthday and i got her gifts which i never do it either i make her breakfast or make her dinner but this time i wanted to change it up and give her something she needs and will use. the gifts that i got her was cute pink socks, a calvin klien body lotion which smells banging, and a cute case cover for her iphone. these things arent the most luxurious things but it came from the heart and that is whaat matters for me. she always be thingking about me when she goes out to eat or when she goes to the store to buy something, she will bring me food or shirts and bball shorts. my mother will never forget about me in that aspect thats why i love her because she is herself and loves care about me
ReplyDeleteMoney; Money is what makes people act funny
ReplyDeleteMoney is what causes people to change
And live a life with greed chasing the fame
Greed;Greed is what make people look like dummy’s
Greed is what makes people that are nice start to hate
Hate; Hate is what starts a war
Hate is what makes us and god fall apart
Religion; Religion is a believe of a god having a name
Religion is what causes us to break
Power; Power is what people crave
Power is what makes couples separate
Love; Love is what makes people stay
Love is what makes people to create
War; war is what make peoples scars
War is what we humans make.
Audrey Mongeau
ReplyDeleteSeptember 11, 2012
Free Write
Period 8
Have you ever had somebody copy you? Did they dress like you, or bring the same thing as you? That has happened to me in kindergarten. My mother bought me a new candy, thinking it would be sweet and causing cavities. It was something that I had never seen before. The wrapper was orange and green neon colored. The inside had a big bar of chocolate filled with caramel and peanut butter with small amounts of crunchy pretzels. My mother bought me the candy once on the weekend while we went shopping for food. While we were inline waiting to pay, I saw the chocolate and begged my mother for that awesome looking cavity filled delicacy.
After asking twice, the decision was made, and that chocolate was mine. The entire car ride home was full of excitement. The radio was blasting John Lithgow’s CD version of “Singin’ in the Bathtub.” When my mother and I finally arrived at our house, I carried the bags into the kitchen, and ripped through them to get my candy bar. I found it in the bag with Orange Juice and butter. I grabbed the candy bar, and tore off the wrapper in a matter of three seconds. I took one giant bite and tasted the delicious sensation. I couldn’t wait to get another candy bar the next time I went to the store.
The next weekend, for thanksgiving, my dad and I went to the store to get mashed potatoes and green beans. I saw the same box of candy inline at the checkout, so I begged and pleaded my dad to but it for me. Luckily with my cute adorable face, he said yes. I waited until that Monday to go back to school and show all my five friends the fantastic new delight that I now have. They all thought it was the coolest thing in the world. After a day of showing off my chocolaty delight, one of the girls had the same exact candy. I thought “why does she have the candy too? The candy is MY thing, and no one else should have it too!” I was very annoyed, but hey, I was a little kindergartener, what did I know? But day after day, a new student would bring in the candy too. I didn’t understand, was the candy really that good that everyone had to have it too? Yes. After a while, I didn’t care about bringing in the candy to school, I didn’t want anyone else to bring it in. when I stopped bringing it, everyone else seemed to stop as well. I felt better not doing it any more.
ReplyDeleteThe game on Friday is going to be a very tough one. The guys playing on both sides will be big and very tough. Neither team will go down without a nasty fight. This will be the hardest game of the season. If we beat this team the true goal of undefeated season will be within grasp. No one will ever give up on the field. Our determination will be enough to overcome any size difference they will have with us. The true advantage we have over that team is that our backs are better and more skilled than their backs. It will come down to how many openings we can make with the line we have. We will not be satisfied with a hard fought loss we are going out there for a win and only a win. People have doubted us since before the season even started. With a win on Friday we will be in the spot we need to be in so we know that we can regain our dominance over the division. With this reputation built we will continue it into the playoffs with a commanding reputations so all the schools in the new division will know who the Destroyers are.
Life just washes away like rain. No one knows how fast life goes until it ends. Why can’t we understand how life actually works? What is needed of us in the afterlife? What is beyond this world? We cannot see what lies beyond space and time yet people preach about it and welcome it. Isn’t the great beyond scary to anyone else but me? I’m scared of death because I don’t know what will happen to me. Will I really be safe when I die? Will my soul actually live on and see a greater being then we humans can imagine? Or will we just be recycled. After this life will we have another one? Will we live another life unlike this one where we have new friends and a new family? Will we talk a different language then before? What will death really bring for us? Does anyone else wonder that fact? I sometimes think for hours about. I will lie on my bed and try to conceive any possible ideas about what lies before me. Is the afterlife scary or will it be enjoyable? Will we know what is happening to us or will we just go with the flow. Will we feel pain when we die? I hope it doesn’t hurt so much but rather it feels like you fall into a deep sleep never to wake again.
ReplyDeleteI am in love with a special someone. This one person knows that they are very important to me. We fight and argue but we also laugh and snuggle. I am the bread and she’s my butter. When I’m down she’s the one I go to because I know that one way or another she’ll be the one too make me smile. I’ve met her family and she’s also has met mine. We been together for 8 months now forever until we die. When we grow to be a hundred years old I want to live a hundred minus a day so I don’t have to spend a day without you. The day I asked you to be my girlfriend it was the best day in my life. It was the start of a happy new relationship and also the start of a new year. I asked you to be mine on January 1st, 2012. The bond that we have is unbreakable and nobody could get in our way. I love the bond we have and also how great you get along with Erika and my mom. Even though I’m in high school and you’re in college we’ll work it out in any sort of way. The way you go to all my games with my sister to support me in what I love to do means a lot to me. I love you Julissa with all my heart.
ReplyDeleteCan’t think
ReplyDeleteCan’t speak
Can’t let go
Can’t move on
I want to
I need to
But I can’t
They won’t let me
The thoughts
The memories
They never leave
Always there
A constant reminder
Of what can’t be undone
Of what can’t be taken back
I want them to go away
I want to forget
Everyone else has forgotten
Everyone else is free
Everyone else has moved on
And left me behind
I want to follow
But the past holds me back
Stops me from living
Sometimes I can forget
Pretend everything’s fine
For a brief time,
It leaves me alone
For a brief time
I’m happy
But only for a brief time
And then it comes back
It’s when I’m happiest
Not worrying
Not afraid
Just being
And then they hit me
It all comes back
What happened
Why it happened
Who was involved
Who it’s made me
No matter how hard I try
I try not to be this person
This product of disaster
I can’t be anything else
My past shapes me
So much my future won’t change me
Damaged goods
Like shattered glass
Try to put the pieces back together
But you can still see the cracks
You can still see the past
Anyone who sees
Can guess what happened
It’s obvious
The cracks make it useless
Only one thing you can do
Throw it away
Those cracks will never heal
Its past will never go away
It’ll always be there
Not a care in the world when you have a smile
ReplyDeleteEverything seems so right
Everyone can see it from down the isle
No need for a fight
Your teeth are radiant
They’re as bright as the shining, scintillating sun
My happiness’s only ingredient
It’s simply stunning
I feel like quickly running towards you
When you have a smile
My heart has a breakthrough
I could run so many miles
And when that smile fades
Mine will too
My happiness cascades
But I know it will re-appear anew
As will my cheer
Even though it won’t be gone for a while
Let’s make this a good year
When you have a smile
A glimpse of you is all I need
ReplyDeleteTo spark my anger, frustration and fear
You speak of our country, our freedom, our lives
But who are we?
We are the people of a nation
A nation of diversity, a nation of the dream
Do you see us down here?
You are the oppression we’ve fought to lose
You are the taker of freedoms
You are the hand that rips away my hope
And leaves it to die
You tell me I can love
But not like him and her
I can love under different rules
Rules lead by hate
A hate driven strong and taught for generations
Can I not love like you love?
Can I not marry like you marry?
Can I not be recognized by this nation of equality?
That is not equality. That is cruelty to our people.
I pity a soul like yours
That lives in such a world
So bleak, so cruel
With such a simple escape
By stopping the hate, your crimes against humanity
Yet you will never see, nor will your children
You’ve placed them in your world
Chained them down
Until they’ve called it home
Your child is born free of hate
Free of discrimination
Innocent; a clean slate
Whipped into a monster
By your cold, shaking hands
Now lifeless
A product of your ignorant machine
A next, our nation
Your new child
Your new monster to breed
One nation, under your god
Divisible by hate
And certainly no justice for all.
Tim cupped the fire from the lighter as he held it to the cigarette in my mouth as I inhaled until the tip turned a bright orange. I sat there and smoked until there was something to do and then it hit, bombs raining down all around us, making craters in the earth. We ducked and ran to our barracks as the mortars picked apart our friends and fellow marines, we stayed huddled inside the barracks until the mortars stopped, and we heard gun shots, we were scared but we knew what and how to do it. I can hear my DI yelling at me in the back of my head and my mindset changed from “what to do” to “how to do it”. I looked over at Tim and yelled “leapfrog” a technique involving one man shooting as the other man runs to get a better position. Tim ran as I started shooting at the enemy, I wasn’t really aiming, I was just trying the get them to cover up and stop shooting, as Tim made it to the bunker, he looked at me and nodded his head, I knew it was my turn. I stood up and started to make myself ready, or as ready as I could be to run into a line of fire, I looked at Tim and nodded, he looked over and started to lay down suppressive fire as I ran across the battlefield to get to the bunker when I felt a sharp bite in my leg, I was hit. The pain was unbearable as tried to keep running to the bunker, then I felt that same bite in my chest. I immediately fell and started crawling until I finally made it to the bunker. Tim looked at me with the crimson all over my chest and leg and gave me a look that I could never forget, he looked at me and yelled “can you fight?” I looked at him, turned away and tried to start shooting before I would go into shock. After 5 minutes a medic came to my rescue and tried to fix me as Tim and the others in my platoon kept shooting. One, two, three shots of morphine before I finally passed out. I woke up in a bed two days later with Mike, Tim’s brother next to me, I immediately knew it. Tim was dead.
ReplyDeleteHe ran for his life. He ran the same way birds fly south for the winter, in search for shelter—a better place than their own. He ran the same way eagles protect their young—with a sense of security from harm or danger. He ran for an escape—the way a prisoner would if he only had a chance.
ReplyDeleteThe sun’s heat beat down on his skin, sweat racing down his face as if competing with his rapid steps. He ignored his tight, sore calves and focused on his breathing. Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out. He had to remember to breathe—a little something he forgot easily from time to time. It was the only thing that kept him going; it kept him alive.
In the distance, a train’s whistle echoed, and he began to slow down, taking larger steps to stabilize himself until he came to a complete stop. Directly in front of him was a railway crossing sign, flashing red, and within seconds, a massive train rushed by, whipping his hair in the wind and rattling his heart.
For the first time since he began his course, he looked at his environment. He stood alone in a large pathway that was lined with fields of tall, dry grass. The sky was colored a stark blue and was decorated with off-white clouds. The ground was covered with yellow-brown dirt and rocks that had cut his bare feet all the way to his ankles. He hadn’t even noticed.
The wind now became fiercer, flapping the worn, gray shirt on his back and his ripped, black shorts. He had been running with all he had.
When the train passed, his legs immediately began moving again, gradually picking up speed. All of a sudden, the stark blue sky and the off-white clouds disappeared. He could not feel the grainy, rough yellow-brown dirt and rocks underneath his feet. He could no longer see the tall, dry grass that lined the path.
He simply ran.
He ran the same way birds fly south for the winter, in search for shelter—a better place than their own. He ran the same way eagles protect their young—with a sense of security from harm or danger. He ran for an escape—the way a prisoner would if he only had a chance.
He ran for his life.
Spreading my arms out wide I announced, “Prepare for the greatest day in your young life!” I grinned at the expression the little boy next to me made. Ceil stared in wonder at the brightly colored rides and attractions. Trying to soak it all in, he stood as if paralyzed to one spot.
ReplyDelete“Is this really it? Are we really going in?” He asked in an awestruck tone.
Chuckling I patted his head. “Of course we are! I promised you the best birthday you’ve ever had, and I always keep my promises.”
“Y-yeah….but, is going to an amusement park too expense?” The ten year old meekly asked.
“No way!” I shouted, “Now quit delaying and let’s have some fun!” I grabbed Ceil’s hand and dragged him through the entrance. Scanning the area, I suggested that we started out with the small rides before moving on to the roller coasters. Quickly agreeing with me, Ceil and I boarded the carousel. The ride jerked and began to slowly spin. As the spinning grew faster, Ceil laughed as the wind rustled his hair. When the ride was over, we continued to go on ride after ride. Each one Ceil enjoyed to its fullest.
Some hours later, we came to that section that tends to have all the game booths and arcades. I was walking to the next ride when I noticed that I missing a certain little boy. Hastily turning around I managed to spot Ceil in front of an arcade. The lights of the machines reflected off his eyes as I strolled up to him.
“Wanna go inside?” I casually asked him.
Ceil jumped in surprise and quickly said, “No! It’s ok! I mean…..you’ve already done so much for me…”
I searched my pockets and triumphantly took out my wallet. “This is your special day little buddy, you do whatever you want.”
Hesitantly, Ceil grasped my hand and led me inside the arcade. The loud music and blinking lights overwhelmed us at first, but we quickly got adjusted. Handing the kid ten dollars, I watched as he attempted to grab a toy from the claw machine. I started to daydream, when the claw machine Ceil was playing made a loud noise. Ceil ran over to me and yelled, “I did it! Look what I won all by myself!” He shoved a stuffed chocolate brown bear at me. I took it and couldn’t help but admire the plushness of the cute toy.
“Nice job. Gimme a high-five!” I high-fived him and we exited the arcade to return to riding roller coasters. As the sky grew darker, I stared at Ceil as he grinned and laughed. I smiled at how he was enjoying himself. This is how a child should be. Happy and care free; living life to its fullest. I wanted Ceil to be happy again so I had decided to take him to an amusement park, just like how his parents used to before they died. I slightly frowned at the memory of how heartbroken Ceil was when that happened, and how living in an orphanage made things worse. Looking up at the night sky, I estimated that it was time to leave. Leading Ceil to the park entrance he talked endlessly about the fun he had.
I interrupted his sentence and said, “Ceil, did you enjoy yourself?”
Ceil excitedly said, “Of course! This was the best day I had since forever!”
I solemnly nodded and slowly said, “Well, how would you like it if you could hang out with me more? Would you want to live with me?”
Ceil’s eyes widened, “Live with you?” Tears brimmed in his eyes. “Y-yes! You’re my best friend!” He hugged my tightly and sobbed into my shirt. Tears began to flow down my cheeks as well as I embraced my new son.
Sharp wind blew down the streets
ReplyDeleteRolling over the cobblestones
The first taste of the winter to come
Bitter like his morning coffee
Black with no sugar
The taste still lingered in his mouth
The same way she lingered on his mind
He could still see her face
Underneath the dark country sky
He could still imagine the way she walked
Swaying down the beach in August
Her legs long like the Nile
Her skin glowing gold
He could still smell her perfume
Floating towards him in the café
She was still there
Etched into his mind
Like a hieroglyphic on the walls of a pyramid
She was Cleopatra
And he worshipped her
The way her shoulders freckled under the sun
The perfect curves of her pale pink lips
The way she spoke to him
Her voice high and clear
He needed her
From the moment he saw her
He could tell she was trouble
By the way she carried herself
By the way her hair swung gently
While she strode along past him
But he needed her
Like he had never needed anything else
But just as the seasons change so suddenly
How one day it was summer
And he was basking in its beauty
Until the next it was winter
When the sun set so early and he longed for the sea
She slipped out of his life before he had even noticed
She untangled herself from him
And was gone before the dawn
Estrella Cardona
ReplyDeleteSeptember 11, 2012
Free Verse
Dear old friend,
Summer 2011, that’s when we met, it was about two in the morning. I was on my back porch with my brother and a few friends, and then you appeared out of nowhere. You were walking your dog and thought you’d visit my brother. I mean I’ve seen you before, I knew of you, but finally I was introduced. That’s when the roller-coaster started.
We were good friends for a while, great friends. Our memories are unforgettable. I could every story we have by heart, down to every detail. I remember all our laughs and cries. I remember all our all walks at night and our never ending conversations. You helped make some of the biggest memories possible. I mean I don't really miss you, I miss my old friend, the girl I met summer 2011, not the stranger that passes by me nonchalantly in the hallways.
You have no idea how much I want to say "hi" and hug you and tell you how I’ve been, and ask you how you've been. It’s irritating how I still care when you could care less. Maybe you'll change. I hope you still know that when I said I’d be there when you need me I meant it. Honestly I never wished any bad for you, I actually hope the best for you. Lately I've been wondering about you. I've heard a lot about you, I here you're getting married. I'm happy for you, it may be early, but I hope the best for you and your fiancé.
Your friend,
Estrella Cardona
One Push To Far
ReplyDeleteTormented each day
Why is this happening
Scars can heal
Mending the flesh
But tormenting the mind
That will never be repaired
And each day more wounds are opened
With each cut the life is shortened
The lacerations are hidden on the skin
But the pain shines through
Nobody asks what’s wrong
They show no concern
Just keep on torturing
Breaking them down more each day
Their life almost over
They have almost bled dry
The cuts becoming more severe
Leaving a hollow shell of their existence
All that is left is the physical being
And that will be gone too
Finished with one step
As they sway limply from the rafters
Never Ending Cycle
The wars of the world will never cease
And it will never know true peace
The fighting will never end
There will only be more body bags to send
Many countries chose to fight
Because they want to test their might
Others fight because they are oppressed
And their occupiers give them stress
Wars forced innocence from homes
And all that’s left is for them to roam
They become refugees forced to flee
Until the losers gives a plea
Then the people will come back
To find their homes ransacked
Forced to rebuild their lives
While the new leader thrives
Only for another war to start
To have families once again torn apart
Wars will never leave things be
On is always about to happen all you have to do is see
Difference
I proudly stand alone
Even though people shun me
I move away from the crowd
I feel they are wrong
I’m disliked for it
But I don’t need their approval
My opinion is all that matters to me
Everything else said I block out
I am who I am
I will not copy others
I will be myself
And I will stand tall alone
I will never slink away
Like a dog with its tail between its legs
I am proud to be different
I stand alone in a sea of people
Why is it when I found out the news I wasn’t happy?
ReplyDeleteIs it because I’m unsure about how I feel
Is it something that still needs to sink in
I sit here and say that I’m sorry
I sit here and think if I truly liked you I’d be delighted
Thinking about it I think about how I’m afraid
I’m unable to trust
And don’t know how to see you
With my last situation
It was a knife to the heart
That’s when all the trust blew out the window
Is it hard to believe you like me?
Yes
Should you stop liking me?
No just give me my space to breath
As long as your patient
I promise you’ll never regret waiting
For this whole time
If I can wait for you
I think that you can give me some time
If not I guess we aren’t meant to be
Just give me time
Time to think
Time to breathe
Time to feel how my emotions are
Time to see how I react
Time to notice it’s the truth
Time for just this dream can hit me
Time to finally fall in your arms
Are you still there?
Yes you are
Can I tell you something?
I think I’m finally ready
Thanks for not leaving
Now it’s time to show you how I truly feel
For you are the special one
The one that makes my day
The one who puts a smile on my face
The whole in my heart I always talk about
You’re my other half
The one that lets me be me
A song I wrote….
ReplyDeleteYou get that funny feeling
That really good feeling
When you’re with me
But all I want you to do is to let me be
The way I feel about you isn’t true
And I’m always feeling blue
When I’m with you
Trust me you’re a nice guy
But I have to say goodbye
I don’t want to hurt you anymore
But I’m going to be leaving your heart sore
My heart has fallen hard
For a guy who doesn’t even feel the same
I need to be free
But I want you to see
The reason why I’m doing this
I’m so sorry dear
But that’s just the way I feel
You’re the not the one
But I’ll admit, I did have a lot of fun with you
I was never the one for love
But this boy has proved me wrong
I know your feelings are strong
But honey, you’re not the one.
Something that makes me feel relaxed is taking a nice leisurely walk on the beach. Walking on the beach with the sand between my toes and the smell of the salt water whipping through my hair is very peaceful. Walking along the Jersey Shore in the late afternoon or early evening feels great. Everything is winding down, the people are leaving, the sun is setting, and everything is silent. Just walking clears your head and just relaxes evrything. If you're not careful, you could get lost in your thoughts. If you have the time, go to the beach and just walk. It's a good workout and a fine stress reducer.
ReplyDeletePeace Poem
ReplyDeleteThere are kids setting fire to themselves in the Middle East
To try and win themselves basic human rights
But our kids set fire to Argos to try and win them a plasma TV
People don’t know what’s going on in the world
People are too busy to open the TV and watch the news
Think about other if you living good other people suffer
Money is not everything but freedom is
So give what you got for those who need it
Stop buying games and buying useless stuff
And put a dollar down, a dollar could change a kid’s life
People fighting for freedom and you’re fighting your dad to buy you a car
Open you’re TV and watch the news send a dollar to a kid
Change someone life they would thank you
Money isn’t everything but other people lives is
Sit down and open your TV open your eyes and see the world.
As a person who has never lost a loved one in his life, it is understandable to react in a way that is inappropriate when they do lose one. Whether it is a parent or a sibling or a grandparent, we always miss them the same. And as someone who is including in this group I am generally afraid of some of the things that lay in the future. Of course we all know that everyone around will eventually leave us, but we take comfort in the thought that it may happen in fifty or so years. But the reality that It is not always that way. There is a reality that we all have to face and we all do I t in a different way. I am writing this to try and find my way of dealing with this fact. The way I deal with this fact is honestly that no matter what this end is inevitable. So we all have to enjoy our time with the people around us every day that we live. And the way to miss them after they are gone is to never forget the good times that you had with them.
ReplyDeleteBack in the days of my childhood, those days seem so fun. I always find myself wishing that I could go back and revisit my childhood. The days felt like they never stopped, you were always hanging out with your friends when you didn’t have any responsibilities, and the summers went by so slow that it felt like a year. School was so easy all it was writing sentences and simple addition. You could spend all day outside and run around in the woods and ride your bike from here to Green brook and your parents always knew where you were. Fond memories of old pets that have come and gone and remain special to you. Good TV shows on Saturday mornings that is way better than the crap on now a day. Nights spent swimming in your pool until midnight and getting out and freezing in the cold breeze. Whenever a big snowstorm came through you would spent all day making snow angels and running in the snow. Me and my family would go out during a big snowstorm and just walk around the town at like eleven at night and come home freezing and covered in the white dust. Back then seemed so much better than it is now, but you can’t live in the past and just have to move on while keeping those fond memories in your mind.
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ReplyDeleteForgiveness - The act of pardoning somebody for a mistake or wrongdoing.
ReplyDeleteI have a hard time trusting people and every time I think I can trust somebody, they prove me wrong. When I say this I mean, family, friends and even a few associates. It amazes me how people can just lie to your face, even about the smallest things. It will never make sense to me, and I will never understand that. Telling the truth is way easier than keeping up with a lie, no matter how small. I don't always tell the truth, but if the situation can be solved without a lie why not choose that? Maybe, that's why I don't call a lot of people a "friends", once you do something wrong, maybe I will learn to forgive you, but that all comes in time. I'm the type of person who forgives, but never forgets. A person may not get a second chance depending on how serious the situation was. It’s not fun or enjoyable losing friends that I trust with everything, then again I refuse to associate with a fake friend. I’ve experienced a lot in only sixteen years and I know what the term friend means, I also learned how to be one, and in being a friend lying and not being loyal is frowned up. Trust is key.
John wasn’t sure what to say, he was at a loss for words. As hard as he tried he couldn’t seem to look away from her grass colored eyes.
ReplyDeleteThe girl raised her hand to John’s cheek, and stroked the stubble on it lightly. John was too shocked to move away from her. She continued to stare at him, her large smile faded to a slight smirk. Before john knew what was happening, she lifted herself up on her toes and kissed him.
This snapped John out of his trance immediately and he grabbed her shoulders, pulling her off of him. She looked back up at him with the grin still on her face as though she’d done nothing out of the ordinary.
“Why did you do that?” John asked, his voice more surprised than he’d meant it to be.
She just gave him the same smile she’d had since she came in.
John sighed and rubbed him forehead. “You can’t do that Ms. I’m your doctor.” His voice became professional again and she could tell be his tone that she was unhappy. For the first time since she’d gotten here her smile faded. She looked almost ashamed.
Gathus bounded through the shop, staining some clothes with blood on the way and disappeared out back.
ReplyDelete“Sooo…” Eurlus walked behind Tristain and put his arm around him. “Girl troubles, eh?”
Eurlus slapped his knee and started cracking up at himself. Tristain slugged him in the gut, grabbed the clothes from the counter and stormed out of the store back towards home.
He heard Gathus shout his name as he rounded the building, but Tristain just sprinted into the crowd of people observing the scene. He didn’t care how suspicious he looked, (which probably wasn’t the best call) he just wanted to get out of there. For some reason, it had taken up to now for him to realize where he had been. He could have died! Those guys had giant swords and pounds of steel on them! What’d he have? Clean clothes?
Terrifying.
He continued down the road until he reached the end of the city, where the cobblestone road began turning to loose stone, then finally dirt. Tristain hadn’t reached the dirt road before he sighed and sat on the ground.
He kicked a rock a few feet away and started drawing in the dirt. “What am I even running from?”
“I couldn’t tell ya, pal.”
Tristain whirled around to his right, kicking up dust as he jumped to his feet. Inches from him stood the man that had attacked him in the store. His dual-faced mask was dripping freshly with blood
The soft breeze coming off the ocean
ReplyDeleteThe boats rock back and forth in the water
The sun is just staring to rise
The boats head out for their day at work
The small waterside town starts to wake
The church bells ring
The bird circle the boats waiting for their own breakfast
People start to emerge from the cottages
After their long sleep
Children skip down the cobblestone roads to the school
The small English town
Is awake and ready for an entirely new day.
I would give you flowers
ReplyDeleteBut you would leave them to die
I would give you kisses
But you wouldn’t feel my lips
I would sing you a song
But you would leave it unheard
Or I’d write you a poem
And you’d leave it unread
When you won’t listen
How do I tell you
How do I tell you that
You do for me what
The sun does for the dawn
When her rays kiss the Earth
And melt the dew away
What the stars do for the night
When they make the empty sky glitter
How do I tell you
You make me love you
He’s the illest teacher
ReplyDeleteHe’s the best class preacher
Don’t get on his bad side
Wait he don’t got a bad side it’s all about that sweet side
He’s chill and he teaches at the same damn time
If there was an award for the best teacher he’ll get da crown
He the king of the school
Best teacher I’ll ever have no one is just and cool
He teaches us and he’s nice
I bet his wife won’t sell him for any price
mejor profesor del mundo.
As I a beginning sequel series to my short story, I am writing this for my free write assignment.
ReplyDelete“Hello?” My voice echoed in the hollow darkness. “Is anybody here?” I searched in vain for something in this inky blackness, but to no avail. Deciding that it was better to move than to stand still, I began to walk. My footsteps reverberated throughout the empty space. As I continued into nowhere, my mind began to wander. Is this real? Where am I? How did I get here?
*“You were always the one to protect me. It’s my turn now to protect yo-.” Her words were cut off as metallic tentacles stabbed through her chest.*
I stopped dead in my tracks. What was that image? That girl looked so sad. Do I know her? I waited to see if anything else would pop into my head. When nothing happened, I cautiously continued to make my way forward. I tried not to think about it, but I kept repeating that scene I saw in my head. Is she in trouble? Even if I didn’t know her, I had to help. I couldn’t explain it, but I felt connected to her somehow. The more I thought of it, the more my head ached. I have to save her. I have to help……I have to save……my sister.
*I pounded on the glass, shouting her name. She gave me a small smile and whispered, “I love you brother.” Her eyes glazed over and her head dropped. I felt my heart clench. Something wet was flowing down my cheeks, but that wasn’t important. Nothing was as I stared at my sister’s lifeless body, making me the last human. The image of her pierced body was the last thing I saw before the machine stared up and pulled me back in time. To a time where none of this had happened yet. As I flew through the different periods in history, I made my sister a promise. I will change history, so that she can live in a peaceful and happy world in the altered future.*
Suddenly, my memories came flooding back; my parents, my sister, the New Humanity, and my mission. How could I forget? Was it an error in the machine? Shaking my head, I deemed it unimportant. I had to change history, for my dear sister. As if responding to my thoughts, the area around me changed. The darkness that I was once in changed to sand. The sun began to bear down on me with its intense heat. I examined my new surroundings before it clicked; this was where it all started. A war in the Middle East broke out and used up most of the world’s resources; causing engineers to try and create fake bodies to move human minds into. However, this “New Humanity” malfunctioned and sought out the destruction of the Old Humanity.
I was becoming frantic. I have to stop this, before it’s too late! I scanned the endless miles of sand in front of me. How do I stop the war? That question became irrelevant however, as a person behind me demanded, “Tell me who you are or else I’ll shoot your brains out!”
Author's Note: Anything in between thses * are from my short story.
DeleteFree Write 10/24/12
ReplyDeleteI froze in place and started to sweat. Why do I do? Was this person part of the Middle Eastern rebellion? Or was he part of UN army? The muzzle of the gun poked my back as the person behind prodded, “Well?”
Seeing no escape from this situation, I answered him honestly, “I have no name.” This time the guy shoved his gun into my back. I stumbled a little bit, but remained as still as possible. I guess I should have seen that coming. Everybody in the past had names, but since the war of the future had ravaged the Old Humanity not many had names. My mother had once said it was because people didn’t want to get too attached to each other if they were just going to die. I sighed and raised my voice at the gunman behind me, “I’m serious!”
There was a long pause, as if the guy was examining me. I twitched nervously and prayed that he didn’t decide to shot me. It worked because a second later he commanded, “Come with me.” I heard his footsteps retreating so I whirled around. I couldn’t believe my eyes as they landed on the gunman. A kid about the age of twelve was walking away carrying a gun much too big for his size. He stopped and gave me an irritated look. “What are you waiting for?” He demanded.
I held up my hands in a placating gesture and began to follow the boy. As we travelled across the desert I examined the boy. He had sun-bleached blonde hair and tan skin. He was fairly small, even if he was a twelve year old. The kid wore no shoes which made me wonder if that hurt him. The boy showed no signs of discomfort so I assumed that he was accustomed to it. He also wore some tattered clothes. I guiltily glanced at my own clothes. They hadn’t been washed in weeks, but at least they weren’t ripped to shreds like the boy’s clothes.
We trekked across the desert for what felt like an eternity. Since the boy didn’t talk to me, I became lost in my thoughts until I heard a rumbling. Slowing down, I listened carefully to the growing noise. It sounded like an engine, but nothing that I had ever heard. The boy had apparently heard the rumbling as well because he turned around. I followed his gaze and gaped at the site. A car was racing towards us at incredible speed. My sister and I have seen cars, but not completely intact ones or ones that worked.
My astonishment was short lived as I noticed that guns decorated the sides of the truck and were being pointed at us. The boy grabbed my hand and screamed, “Run!” Running, we tried to avoid getting caught or shot by the truck. However, the sand hindered my running and I ended up slowing the boy down. The truck caught up to us with relative ease. Some soldiers jumped out and formed a ring around us. They leveled their guns to our heads and I groaned. Why couldn’t things go right for once?