I stand here perplexed at all the hate How can there be so much of it As humans we carry too much And we do not release it in constructive ways We turn it on others Causing wars with others Creating more hate in the process Will it ever cease to be? Not in our lifetime It will consume the entire world There will never be true peace It may last for a short while But the hatred will spark right back up Setting everything ablaze What the peace created Will be destroyed by the fires of hatred There is no stopping it All that can be done is live with it and hope it passes quickly
It drops to the floor The crimson life in her Drained from her arm The blade is coated in her elixir She breaths slowly It pains her to do so She wanted this to be over quickly But it is taking too long She was never loved She never found acceptance anywhere She was ashamed of her entire life Never amounting to anything More of her wine coats the floor She is in a pool of it now There is pounding on the door Words come from the other side But she is barely conscience now The door opens at the last moment As her last breath slips out Finally finishing her It’s too late now She never knew That someone ever cared about her
Life is a thin string It can be cut at any time Many of us fear what will happen afterwards For it can be ended at any moment That thin string can be cut And you fall into your demise But the knife can come close to the string And leave it intact Startling the one on it Causing a new appreciation for their life They were within death’s reach But he passed over them just slightly Leaving them in a small state of fear But what happens after is beautiful What comes is an appreciation for the world Life becomes a gift you get each day Each breath is a beautiful taste All this beauty only happens When you almost die
Night covers my trace As I slip out of L.A. RAIN A light is brought upon my face “What are you doing out here so late son?” Police officer asks with the least amount of care Looks like he’ll carry me off to the pen without me to even explain I guess that means his shift is done “Uhm nothing much sir you see I work here” “Well what’s in the bag?” “Oh nothing just some of my work gear…..CLOTHES! I mean clothes” A drop of sweat passes down my face A high school grad shouldn’t be in this place I worked way too hard to be on the street But should I really be picking this A life of deceit Seconds go by that feel like hours as the cop stares me in my eyes What is he thinking? What’s really going through his mind? “Well then get out of here. I don’t want to see you again” When he said this it came as a surprise But you never question the police so I slowly walked off On the outside I show an innocent face Something that evil couldn’t cover or replace But the inside is someone who just pulled off the greatest crime A person that just made it away with 7 million maybe even 9 That cop made a big mistake tonight Letting off a criminal like everything is alright This is what L.A. gets for firing me about 3 months ago today And I get the money prize and an easy get away What surprises me the most is the fact the cop didn’t see Is that L.A closes at 8pm and it’s 11:43 I’ve made the choice of a life of crime No college for me, I’ll be fine Instead of having a job and dealing with stress I will go down in history as a thief The greatest and best This wonderful thing I picked tonight And now I’m swaggering off into the moonlight
I wake up at about 6:15 in the morning. My alarm scares the crap out of me and I almost fall off my bed. I go downstairs to watch some TV before I have to take a shower. I sit down next to my half asleep dog on the couch. I rest my head back on the comfortable cushion. I begin to daze off. I wake up, I look at the clock and it is 7:20. DANG IT!!! Now I have to get ready in like 5 minutes and run to school to be on time. I’ve already had like seven lates so if I get one more I have Saturday. I go out my door and a big gust of wind blows me off balance and I have to run into this head on wind. I do eventually get to school barely on time. I go and sit in my boring health class where we do nothing, I then go to algebra and listen to music, I go to art class and do nothing except draw a bunch of circles on a piece of paper. Next is biology, one of the classes that I get really tired in right when I walk in the door. We get back out midterms and I find out I got a 72 on it, not my greatest work but it’s alright. My favorite part of the day was lunch were they served some decent hot dogs and a lot of good fruit. That’s pretty much been my day so far.
I have seen so many things on the news that made me give up on women and motherhood. I respected a lot of mothers until I’ve seen that they were abusing their children for the wrong reasons. Last night I saw a mother hold down her son really tight trying to stop him to move while he was getting a tattoo and he was only three years old. I don’t know what type of mother she is, he was screaming and crying at the top of his lungs and all she was doing was laughing and telling the man to keep going even and what type of person lets that happen? I ask myself why a man would tattoo a little person I wish I was there to stop the whole abuse. When I saw that I almost broke down to tears hearing him cry. Once my sister got home I told her what this evil person did to her son and my sister told me that the other day she was watching the news and heard that this married couple were potty-training their son and the mother got aggravated at the fact that he wasn’t doing it right and burn his area with an iron. I don’t know why people decide to be parents if they know they don’t have the patience to deal with something like that; they knew what was ahead of them. It’s so sad to hear that little people are suffering and they can’t do anything about it because they aren’t strong enough to kick them or they can’t reach the door nor be able to call someone for help because those types of parents are careful with hiding it. Watching all this makes me want to work harder in school to get in a college that’ll help me out with my career. With the career I chose I know I’ll be able to do my best to make those people suffer every bit that their kid had to suffer and not just kids but others that go through domestic violence.
I don’t understand why that had to happen. The only reason he is doing this is to help his mom. But now anything can happen to him, and I’m scared of what will happen. I feel like as I get older everyone starts to go. When I was younger everyone was always near me and with me, and now they are all moving away or we just stop talking to each other. I can’t wait till my dad comes back from El Salvador, he has been there for two weeks but it feels like it’s been two months he been gone. I’m a big daddy’s girl; me and him can hang out and talk for hours. He is like my best friend. If I didn’t have midterms this week I could have gone to El Salvador with him. I would have loved to go with him and just get away from everything here. I miss my cousins there, they are always up to do something and I like that when I’m there it’s just family, there isn’t much to do but to go out shopping, go to farms, or carnivals. Also there isn’t much Wi-Fi there, so it’s like getting away from all the drama. Living that life without social networks and phones is fun if you’re with the right people. Spending time with family members you never really see and just going out all the time having fun even if you’re not going anywhere fun. It’s better than just staying at home being on the phone all day. My cousins are all older than me and they act like they are still little kids. We never grew out of that phase when we were kids playing the most randomness’ games. We would always go to the park at night by walking and stop at almost every house because we knew everyone in the town. Playing on the playground with almost every kid on the block.
Why do people write? What makes them drive their thoughts down on paper and make others listen? These questions are hard to answer, but they can be solved. Some enjoy writing because their thoughts that can’t be said out loud are written down; kept forever. The pen is mightier than the sword. The sword can kill you instantly and you’re dead, and will only feel it for a second. When somebody reads a hate letter, it hurts them more. The words are written down, and although they don’t literally kill you, they do mentally. Hate letters hurt, and it’s better to not send them then to actually. Telling somebody to go jump off a bridge is a little harsh, which is why writing down your anger makes you feel great, but its best to not send it. Instead, a good stress reducer is to write your feelings out and burn the paper. The fire kills your thoughts and makes you feel even better! If you really cannot stand somebody, a messed up way to get revenge on them is a voodoo doll. They mess with that person if you have all the right materials. Whatever you do to the doll, it happens to that person. I would not recommend getting a doll or into the witchcraft and wizardry. Anything you do comes back at you three times. For instance if you show something good to the world, then good things come back at you three times. Simple at that. A good way to get revenge is writing a hate letter and burning it. No one is hurt, and you are stress free.
The time we hugged I couldn’t help but turn red I held onto you And so did you We pulled back I looked into your eyes The eyes of pure joy The only thing I can see was my eyes I could feel my body burn up These are the special times we had That I held in my hands That I also decided to slip right through them It’s now lost And you are no longer to be found How can I get them back? It’s killing my heart There is only a piece left and it won’t last for a long time Please come back to me The only thing I remember is the horrible fight we had That was the last time I saw you That was the last time I ever said goodbye to you That was the last time I could hold your hand That was the first and last time I ever saw you cry Now where are you? Not with me Now you took the rest of my heart There is nowhere to find it An don’t try I know you stole it And there is no way it can be put back together Wait think I see you again? I can’t believe it You returned But you look different You weren’t like this before I know why This isn’t you This was just a stranger I would do anything for you to come back and make me smile again The last time I saw you Was the last time I ever said I love you But I want you to know I still do Love you
My clippers are the best team in the west in my belief not just because that is my team but because of how we play and the players that we got even though Chris Paul is injured he should stop bitching and play the sport because we do need him he is fantastic. Especially Chauncey billups he has only played a few games with the team and he has basically missed the whole season he needs to get back up and start making them moves and hit them big shots man because we need shooters. We have big chances on going to the finals than any other team. Also what help us are our bench players because our bench players can start on any other teams like Jamal Crawford, Lamar Odom, matt Barnes, and Eric Bledsoe. We could beat teams like okc and spurs also Knicks and the heat that are big teams in the eastern conference. The clippers have a big shot on winning it all but it starts with how the players and to stop being soft like Chris Paul because if they are going to win it all he needs to kick up. Also matt Barnes got to stop being all angry and mad he has anger issues and it can cost us the game or even the playoffs because he is one of our best players in the team. The clippers can be the best team in the nba they are surely one of the best teams out here.
The super bowl is an event that defines American society. It has all of the qualities that inspire Americans to be what we are: The American Dream, family and friends. The American Dream is part of the super bowl because it involves two teams of players that ever since they were young kids were dreaming of this very moment. The moment when they run out of the locker room, listening to pump up music and being followed by the rest of their team to do battle. Each and every person on both sides overcame some sort of struggle along the way to be where they are and that shows that they all share the same drive and determination. Family is also shown through the super bowl because the teammates and their coaches, whether they win or lose, know that they had gotten their together and that is the only way they could have gotten there. The super bowl also represents family because we all come together and we all watch the super bowl as if it is a national holiday. In many ways, it actually is because 100’s of millions of people all over the country are sitting down and watching the very same event. In conclusion, the super bowl represents friends because we are all friends after the game, whether we are supporting two opposite teams or the same one, in the end we are all just looking to see a good game and have a good time together.
The hardest thing in life is being let down by someone. You have such high expectations and look forward for something to happen, and then when the time comes, you are discouraged by the outcome. You think you know a person, but it turns out you mean nothing to them. You are so unimportant to them that you do not even get a simple “hello.” Your stomach drops and you just step back in silence. You feel reality sink in, all those times that you saw each other suddenly mean nothing. It is funny how things seem to change so quickly. You struggle to hold back the tears because you do not want to make the situation any more awkward. Your body aches from a broken heart. You feel like you have entered a dark place, unable to see where life is going now. You knew that what you wanted was just an unreachable dream, but you stayed optimistic. The best escape, for you, is your music. You allow the artists sing out your pain. The words all of a sudden make sense. Losing someone who meant so much and they do not even care. You wish that you could just go back in time, and slap yourself across the face because of how stupid you were for thinking that he would someday love you. You supported them during their good times and their bad, but you get no acknowledgement. Thoughts race through your mind, none of them good. You start doubting yourself and your future. Sitting there in silence, thoughts racing, heart aching, tears streaming, life must move on.
The healing process has been getting easier as time passes. People mentioning them doesn’t sting as much as it used to; I’m starting to get back to my old self as well. I’ve also been helping others in need and started thinking about others more like my close friends who I have pushed away. I started thinking more about my family and how I treat them; I started thinking about the way I’m around my friends. I’m starting to ‘grow up’ in a sense, all of this hurt helped me grow into a stronger person. In a weird way, I’m glad that all that mess happened during Sandy. Even though the after math was a disaster and I almost took my life away because of some petty high school bullshit, my eyes ‘opened’ when my own best friend didn’t want to be with me. Plus, I have my future to think about. Why would I end my life if I’m going to be famous? I’m going to be so well known that all of the people who put me down and hurt me will have trouble keeping my name out of their mouth. I’m going to prove them all wrong. Plus, I’m starting to become more social and I’m also talking to some guy who’s really nice, he’s not exactly my type but I want to try something new. And it’s satisfying to know that it bothers him knowing that I’m happier without him. Shit happens, and you have to grow up and get over it or you’ll never learn from your mistakes. And it works both ways, even if you're the victim or the guilty one.
As I got older, I realized how much trust actually meant. It was never that important to me when I was younger because I wasn’t really involved in any situations where trust was valuable. Now it seems trust is the main topic that everyone is worried about, it comes up in every conversation, and people tend to lose it every day for the simplest things. I lost a big majority of friends based off not being able to trust them, talking about me behind my back, and telling things that were personal. The sad part about that is sometimes it was the friends who I knew for long periods of time. I guess it hurts to lose trust in someone who you’re in a relationship with, but my friends are more important to me. Loyalty seems like something of the pass, but then again was it ever valued? The thing I hate the most is the fact that I tell my friends the truth and trust them with personal issues, and then to find out that my business had been spread around is almost heartbreaking. How could you do something like that to someone you call a “friend”? That just doesn’t add to me and I guess it never will. It would be about two months since I’ve talked to this girl who I called a friend for about three years. People need to remember that trust takes years to build, and seconds to break. Some people think I overreacted with cutting her off, but I can’t have an untrustworthy and disloyal snake around me. That had been her second time betraying me, so I didn’t feel as though I was wrong. “Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.” So, basically she just had to go. Trust is an easy concept, some people just don’t value and I’m not one of them.
The worst thing in the world is knowing that you could have done something, but didn’t. Not that you did not try, just that you were not given a fair shot at it. Being told that you can’t do something that it is simply impossible and you can never reach that goal. Sometimes I wonder if there is ever a feeling worse than that. I did not think there was until you find out that you were not given a chance, but someone else was. One is no better than the other; you just were not given a fair chance at achieving what you wanted to. Being told that you can’t get something, being told that you simply were not good enough to do so. The best feeling though, is being able to achieve something greater. Not given a fair shot at something and then getting the chance and succeeding at something much greater than anything you have wanted before. The feeling you get when you prove someone wrong and show them that you were good enough and that you could do it, it is the best feeling in the world. Knowing that you shut them up with one thought that kept you motivated the entire time. You told me I could not do something. I would never be able to reach it. Maybe because you did not want me to succeed or maybe because you actually thought I was not good enough to do so. Well, whether you thought I could do it or not, I achieved an even greater accomplishment. I hope you remember that the next time you tell me I can’t do something.
I’m not a star and I don’t want to be a star, I don’t have a great name and the media has never even heard of me, no public or cheerleaders but it’s not about winning or losing, It’s about reaching your limits, going as far as you can go and then go further. I don’t collect Tittles I collect hours of hard work, hours of pain and that’s just me I’m going for a victory; the victory over myself. There’s nothing that really matters more, there’s no finish line, beating your odds and fulfilling your destiny that’s what this is about. To be successful you need to know that time is the most precious things out there and that people should know that you got to give it your all before it runs out. Some wonder why some make it and some think that you only try when you do it wrong the first time but if you do it right the first time that you don’t have to do it anymore but that’s the wrong way to do it , successful people do the task right and keep on doing it. This is the way of life I don’t want to be a super star I just want to be better than that and I just want to be me and that how I’m going to make it keeping all this in mind, that no matter how many things come my way I will make it and I will reach my goal and give it till the last drop of blood leaves my body but that’s just me what are you going to do?
I wander the halls of the place I once lived There is not a sound but my footsteps and the echo of the empty house a fowel stench lingers in the air of whatever is wrotting here
I make a sound but there is no response just the echo of my own voice floorboards creek beneath my feet as I wander with no reason or purpose
the empty sound remind me there is no one left I know no one left I love everyone gone
The wind shreeks and howels outside and the rain pounds the window the sky is grey and gloomy as if to match my own mood
I open my mouth and start to sing projecting my voice as much as I can to fill the empty space with sound but I can no longer hear the wind and the rain
After so long I break down and sob and yet again the sounds from outside come back and the cold reality sets back in
My walls stand high around my kingdom. I and my people are safe, but I am so exhausted. During times such as war and destruction, it is tough to be a king. I have to stay up into the early hours of the morning to prepare my troops and generals for the upcoming battle. I have to talk with my advisors constantly so I could provide for all my people and yet they are never satisfied. I try my best to please them and provide for them but it is hard. I had to put down a small revolt today which exhausted my resources even more. Sometimes I feel like I am just alone in this world. Even my advisors are starting to question my rule. My power is starting to slip through my fingers. I will have to leave soon, let someone else take the reins of this kingdom. I can no longer perform my task. I am to tired and weary. Tonight will be my last night as their king. I have brought prosperity to this great kingdom yet they still want more. Nothing is ever enough. I wish the best of luck for the next ruler. I hope they can run this kingdom as proficient I had have. My carriage is packed and ready to go. I will leave my beloved castle far behind for the betterment of my people.
I gave the board at the front of the class a bored look. My hand was twitching, ready to jot something down onto the paper in front of me and pass it to the desk to my right. However, the desk has been empty for the past couple of days. I sighed as boredom set in. The daily passing of notes usually entertained me while class went on around me, but not today. My friend was in the hospital. He needed to stay there for about another week, something about pneumonia.
It wasn’t serious, but her parents had insisted on no visitors. Overprotective kill joys. Not only was I falling asleep in school, but now my friend couldn’t even get visitors. Frowning, I knew that he would be in one heck of a foul mood when he got back. Could I make him feel better? Setting my mind on the task of finding ways to cheer up my friend, I tapped my foot anxiously. I got a bit too into my thoughts, and began to mumble.
As more and more students glanced at me, I realized how much attention I was drawing too late. “Mr. Heidrich, do you know the answer to my question?” I heard a couple of kids snicker as I grumbled a no. The teacher lectured me for a while about paying attention before returning his attention to the lesson. A couple of students kept glancing back at me and giggling. What was I to them, some comedy show?
That’s when it hit me. Comedy! I could write a little comedy story, and when my friend got back I’d give it to him to read! Sure, I’m pretty serious, but I’m a good writer. Wasting no time, I began to furiously write the story that began to form in my mind. I couldn’t wait to see my friend’s reaction when he reads this.
Beautiful The moon In the sky Forever coruscating an aura With its deep concaving craters Brightly gleaming above us all, eternally Controlling the seas with an alluring magic The moon has a celestial hold over us Like a glowing giant god with an omniscient judgment Selene, surfacing in the night sky on her shining saddle Until Helios hovers over the day as a temporary, righteous ruler The Gods share the sky as king and queen in perfect harmony Immortally in sync, amalgamating their powers in an utter, yet obvious undying kingship In unison, forevermore, when one rises, the other sets, in an everlasting ecliptic cycle A bond connects the two as an indestructible force of aptitude, for everyone to watch
The duck named handy quacks was your average duck that lived out in the wild. Every day the duck would wake up nice and early to go out and find a nice breakfast of worms. The best place to find worms in the forest is down by the lake but if you want a good spot Handy Quacks needs to get there first. Once Handy gets down there he eats his fill every morning. Then he goes off to impress the other girl ducks. To impress them Handy spreads his wing all the way out and flies around them. However sometimes another duck try’s to beat out Handy and that’s where F’s shit up. Handy is the toughest duck in the forest and beats up all the other ducks. After he woos the ladies for a little bit he goes and sits on the water and cleanses himself. After that he leads a group of ducks to another pond that’s bigger and his friend all stay at this pond. Once the group is in the air they form a spears head and Handy always is the first one out in front. Once he finally gets there the horse play with his other friend begin. The other ducks are bigger than him but Handy is the most feared duck in all of the forest. Handy noticed some other ducks he didn’t know sitting still across the pond and went to size them up. Once Handy got a little closer the grass on the side of the pond moved and Handy tried to fly away but was shot and killed by Hunters that day. And that is how the toughest duck in the forest died.
The look of disgust that came over Felix’s face as he looked over at me after I had hit him with his own bottle on accident was devastating to me. Pure disgust and disappointment, a look that felt like poison rushing through my veins and slowly taking my life away as I tried to stop this venom. A feeling of hopelessness came over me and wouldn’t let me go until Felix pulled his glaring, disgruntled eyes from my unworthy face. Trepidation came over me when I thought about what he was thinking and how badly I let him down, I was so sorry but how could I possibly show him that? How could I express this feeling of anguish that has overcome my once happy being? I didn’t know how to get him back and to be honest, I didn’t know if I was truly worthy or deserving of having his warm presence come into my life again, but nonetheless, I wanted him back. I could not bear to not have his comical way of life, or his beatitude and his unbelievable acting skills. He has the body of an Adonis, and the fighting skills of the great Achilles himself, but the self-restrain that he has is unknown to anyone that hasn’t seen it in its true form. He is an unbelievable man and a better colleague, a man that I am truly happy to call my friend. And I would love to have him back as my friend because now that I’ve had him, I don’t know how I could live without him.
when someone says that you can't do this or that, because your to small, your not big enough,your not tough enough i just do alll that i can to prove them wrong. Alot of the time and all of my life people have been telling me that im to small or im not old enough and i get so mad just being told that or hearing that because i want to do everything in my power to prove that person wrong and say that i did it because it feels good proving someone wrong even when no one or few people are beliving in you. Also to you can show somone that you did this one thing even when i was to samll,not big enough,and not old enough. I think that your always put into a corner by somone when you are told this because people just think you can't do something because i think they judge the cover of the book and determine in their mind what you can and can't do because you could be skinny, fat, small, tall, short, and they think just because you this way that you can't do these that you can't run a mile that you can't do anything but you do it anyway and you can say that i have overcome obstacles and i have persevered through thin and thick and you can also say that i have achived my life goals.
I have an analogy on why I believe females were put on this planet. Females were put on this planet to reproduce and hate on each other. Every single day there is something said about someone else and it usually never comes from a male’s mouth but from a female’s. Guys don’t really care about how you look or what you wear or how you talk, I mean they might crack a few jokes but they never of rarely spark up rumors. Girls on the other hand are known for it. I’m not going to lie, I’ve cracked a few jokes here and there but I don’t have time to be starting rumors or talking about someone’s appearance frequently. It’s pretty pointless. But when rumors start brewing, you may know it’s not true but everyone will believe it as soon as word gets around. That’s some naïve crap, but we all do it. Some of us don’t really care. Others like to instigate things to some extremes. Again, it’s pointless. No one gains anything. The only thing you’ll gain is being titled as a shit-talker or a shady person, but whether you hear it or not, someone’s going to talk about you. Someone is probably talking about you right now. That someone is probably a female. I don’t mean to drag on females but it’s true. We talk crap more than males. Oh well, rumors are like momentum, it’s a moving force that will continue moving until an opposing force crosses its path.
The boy awaked to a gleam of light shining in his quivering right eye. Despite the rude awakening, he welcomed it, for he loved the sun. He jumped right out of bed, separated the curtains and basked in the view that was a beautiful spring day. It was the first one, in fact. A brutally cold winter led up to this March day, lightening the mood of all witnesses. He then proceeded to open his window and feel the warm breeze. He giggled with excitement, put his running clothes on and jolted outside. He ran for miles, admiring the day in every aspect. This was Spring.
Ahmed Saad Time is short. People need to live their lives and have fun with the person they love the most. You never know when your time is up, so people live your life and have fun and don’t think about the past think of the present. I think life is a beautiful place for humans because you can do anything you dreamed of and anything you want to do. You could do all of these but you have to believe in yourself and achieve a lot of goals to reach that one spot or position you want to be in. A lot of people don’t think alike; people aren’t as strong as others. There’s people that fight for their future and there is people that just give up. But no never ever give up on what you believe in, and fight for your position. I think every human that made it to this earth is because of a reason, and that reason isn’t giving to you; you have to keep trying and fighting to find out why you are here. I don’t know why I’m here yet because I’m just a young boy but I’m going to finish school and go on in my life and the day I do something that will be remembered in history will be the day I figure out why I came to this earth. So I want to tell everyone to live their life to the fullest and never let anything bring you down because life is too short and you want to live and breathe the more of it. Sincerely, Ahmed Saad
I feel something run past me It feels familiar I just don’t know what it is The moon shines on me A glow that imitates the sun For sometimes it is the light of night That exposes the most I fell for it again Stripping on a rock Falling on the ground I scraped my knees again today Only this time It was on my way home Something brought you to me And for the time being I was satisfied Experience Welcome to my life I’ve seen you before But your memory is quite foggy In my line of vision I try to squint to clear it up But it only strains my eyes Maybe one day I’ll see entirely clearly Without these frames These guidelines Restrictions I feel something run into me A force pushes me back And for an instant I am stunned It feels familiar I just don’t know what it is The rain falls down sporadically Raindrops sometimes hitting the roof Sometimes hitting the grass And even daring to hit the ground Or my skin It’s freezing outside Yet at the same time The air is so beautiful That I don’t want to go inside today I stayed outside yesterday as well And I probably will tomorrow But as far as today goes I’ll try not to think of tomorrow I’ll try not to think of familiar sights Familiar sounds Familiar touches I’ll try to think of the way the moon shines Or the way the rain falls I’ll try to figure out why I’m sitting outside When it’s getting late And cold Or maybe I’ll try not to think At all
There are a lot of things in this world, and particularly our society, that bring me disappointment, but there is one thing that I see every day that makes me feel a lack of hope. That part of human nature that really destroys me is the idea of giving up on something so easily. I see people doing this so much in everyday life. From school to relationships, I see the people around me losing hope in themselves and their situations. I even find myself becoming frustrated when I see other gives up on the smallest of things. I understand that it seems natural to give up so easily on something that becomes a bit difficult, but honestly, it is one of the biggest shames. With just the slightest effort, a trying situation can turn to something beautiful. Often in relationships or friendships, feelings and devotion seems to fade and both parties quit their efforts and move on. But think about all of the amazing things that could’ve flourished from that relationship had even one person put in the smallest bit of effort to revive what once was. I understand that when things are tough, it’s easy to give up, but when you care so much about a person or a dream or a goal, how can you just abandon all hope at the smallest signs of trouble? If it truly means so much to you, how can you just throw it all away? Your subconscious surly can’t tell you that your future would be much better without this in your life. I just don’t get it.
The first time I went out this weekend. I went to see my friends even though it was freezing outside. I went to pick my dad up from the airport and then I went to a party for my cousin’s birthday. All her friends were there and I didn’t know anyone, so I stayed with her cousins the whole time and it was really fun. That night after the party I went to my dad’s house to sleep over. Sunday morning we all had breakfast together and my little cousins were so happy to see me and my dad again since I haven’t been to my dad’s house in two weeks, and since my dad has been in El Salvador for two weeks. Sunday was boring as always but that’s just because it’s Sunday and Sundays are meant to do nothing but, clean, and homework. Since my brother was at my other brother’s house it was just me and my mom so we went out for dinner. Monday wasn’t as bad as I expected it to be. School was school nothing new. And then after school I went to dye my hair blonde but it didn’t come out the way I wanted it to. Instead it came out more of a really light brown color. I might redo it again but that’s if I don’t like it. I wanted to do black but I would look really white if I did and it wouldn’t look right. This is the first time I did my hair so maybe next time it will come out looking better.
Since Valentine’s Day is next week, I guess I’ll write about something love related. People have many inspirations when it comes to relationships, like celebrities such as Wiz Khalifa and Amber Rose, and Beyonce and Jay-Z. I can’t think of any more right now, but my relationship inspiration comes from my parents. Not many kids my age can say that their parents are still together. Most of them have step parents, not that that’s a bad thing, but my parents met, got married and then had me over sixteen years ago. In my eyes, they did it the right way. They may have their differences and argue over the dumbest and simplest things, but they love each other more than anything else. They’re the best of friends, they know everything about each other too. I want something like that. I listen to my parents vent to me when they argue, but in my head I’m thinking, “ What’s the point of telling me this? You both know you’re not going anywhere.” I just let them talk though. My mom always tells me when they get into fights, “Never marry anybody like your father!” I know she only says that because she’s mad, but I would love to have somebody put me before anything and everything and who will always be there for me. Don’t get me wrong, they have been close to getting a divorce and leaving, but they never do. I asked my father why he doesn’t leave, and he told me because he loves my mother too much. He met her about 25 years ago, and he loves her more every day. My parents’ generation definition of love is something real and special. My generation doesn’t have anything on them. Love in this day and age is arguing and leaving, very rarely do they work anything out anymore. Music influences a lot of the decisions couples make in relationships and maybe that’s why they don’t last. Music tells people that love isn’t really important. I like the music that comes out, well some of it, but a lot of it is about sex and weed. Old school music is about love, a women’s beauty and true feelings. My parents follow the “Old school” lyrics, and that’s why their love is so strong. Instead of walking away, they work through their problems, because honestly I don’t think they will ever find someone else that will put up with them like they do each other. I love them together.
A voice That rings in my ear I turn and you are there with a warm smile towards me I want to hug you But I look into your eyes and it looks like you hate me Is it because I made you cry? Please don’t make me hurt from this I don’t want all this good stuff to end because of one stupid thing I made a stupid mistake But we all learn from those mistakes Please don’t tell me we are over I want this to keep going I have never felt this for anyone Tell me that you love me Everything will be all better I need to smile I want you to smile Please give me those tight hugs And tell me that you don’t want to leave me Please tell me you will come back Please tell me that this was just a stupid fight Please tell me that there is nothing to worry about I want you Nothing else Please make all of this just be a dream This isn’t real I will wake up and see everything will be back to normal When all I did was smile When all I did was giggle When nothing bad happened in my life When everything went according to plan Where my life was under control Please come back and tell me that nothing wrong has happened Wait, what are you reaching for in your packet? You wrote me a letter How sweet of you This tear ruined my life This letter said that you don’t want to be with me Never again Goodbye I love you though
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ReplyDeleteI stand here perplexed at all the hate
DeleteHow can there be so much of it
As humans we carry too much
And we do not release it in constructive ways
We turn it on others
Causing wars with others
Creating more hate in the process
Will it ever cease to be?
Not in our lifetime
It will consume the entire world
There will never be true peace
It may last for a short while
But the hatred will spark right back up
Setting everything ablaze
What the peace created
Will be destroyed by the fires of hatred
There is no stopping it
All that can be done is live with it and hope it passes quickly
It drops to the floor
The crimson life in her
Drained from her arm
The blade is coated in her elixir
She breaths slowly
It pains her to do so
She wanted this to be over quickly
But it is taking too long
She was never loved
She never found acceptance anywhere
She was ashamed of her entire life
Never amounting to anything
More of her wine coats the floor
She is in a pool of it now
There is pounding on the door
Words come from the other side
But she is barely conscience now
The door opens at the last moment
As her last breath slips out
Finally finishing her
It’s too late now
She never knew
That someone ever cared about her
Life is a thin string
It can be cut at any time
Many of us fear what will happen afterwards
For it can be ended at any moment
That thin string can be cut
And you fall into your demise
But the knife can come close to the string
And leave it intact
Startling the one on it
Causing a new appreciation for their life
They were within death’s reach
But he passed over them just slightly
Leaving them in a small state of fear
But what happens after is beautiful
What comes is an appreciation for the world
Life becomes a gift you get each day
Each breath is a beautiful taste
All this beauty only happens
When you almost die
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Night covers my trace
ReplyDeleteAs I slip out of L.A. RAIN
A light is brought upon my face
“What are you doing out here so late son?”
Police officer asks with the least amount of care
Looks like he’ll carry me off to the pen without me to even explain
I guess that means his shift is done
“Uhm nothing much sir you see I work here”
“Well what’s in the bag?”
“Oh nothing just some of my work gear…..CLOTHES! I mean clothes”
A drop of sweat passes down my face
A high school grad shouldn’t be in this place
I worked way too hard to be on the street
But should I really be picking this
A life of deceit
Seconds go by that feel like hours as the cop stares me in my eyes
What is he thinking?
What’s really going through his mind?
“Well then get out of here. I don’t want to see you again”
When he said this it came as a surprise
But you never question the police so I slowly walked off
On the outside I show an innocent face
Something that evil couldn’t cover or replace
But the inside is someone who just pulled off the greatest crime
A person that just made it away with 7 million maybe even 9
That cop made a big mistake tonight
Letting off a criminal like everything is alright
This is what L.A. gets for firing me about 3 months ago today
And I get the money prize and an easy get away
What surprises me the most is the fact the cop didn’t see
Is that L.A closes at 8pm and it’s 11:43
I’ve made the choice of a life of crime
No college for me, I’ll be fine
Instead of having a job and dealing with stress
I will go down in history as a thief
The greatest and best
This wonderful thing I picked tonight
And now I’m swaggering off into the moonlight
Thug life.
DeleteI wake up at about 6:15 in the morning. My alarm scares the crap out of me and I almost fall off my bed. I go downstairs to watch some TV before I have to take a shower. I sit down next to my half asleep dog on the couch. I rest my head back on the comfortable cushion. I begin to daze off. I wake up, I look at the clock and it is 7:20. DANG IT!!! Now I have to get ready in like 5 minutes and run to school to be on time. I’ve already had like seven lates so if I get one more I have Saturday. I go out my door and a big gust of wind blows me off balance and I have to run into this head on wind. I do eventually get to school barely on time. I go and sit in my boring health class where we do nothing, I then go to algebra and listen to music, I go to art class and do nothing except draw a bunch of circles on a piece of paper. Next is biology, one of the classes that I get really tired in right when I walk in the door. We get back out midterms and I find out I got a 72 on it, not my greatest work but it’s alright. My favorite part of the day was lunch were they served some decent hot dogs and a lot of good fruit. That’s pretty much been my day so far.
ReplyDeleteI have seen so many things on the news that made me give up on women and motherhood. I respected a lot of mothers until I’ve seen that they were abusing their children for the wrong reasons. Last night I saw a mother hold down her son really tight trying to stop him to move while he was getting a tattoo and he was only three years old. I don’t know what type of mother she is, he was screaming and crying at the top of his lungs and all she was doing was laughing and telling the man to keep going even and what type of person lets that happen? I ask myself why a man would tattoo a little person I wish I was there to stop the whole abuse. When I saw that I almost broke down to tears hearing him cry. Once my sister got home I told her what this evil person did to her son and my sister told me that the other day she was watching the news and heard that this married couple were potty-training their son and the mother got aggravated at the fact that he wasn’t doing it right and burn his area with an iron. I don’t know why people decide to be parents if they know they don’t have the patience to deal with something like that; they knew what was ahead of them. It’s so sad to hear that little people are suffering and they can’t do anything about it because they aren’t strong enough to kick them or they can’t reach the door nor be able to call someone for help because those types of parents are careful with hiding it. Watching all this makes me want to work harder in school to get in a college that’ll help me out with my career. With the career I chose I know I’ll be able to do my best to make those people suffer every bit that their kid had to suffer and not just kids but others that go through domestic violence.
ReplyDeleteI don’t understand why that had to happen. The only reason he is doing this is to help his mom. But now anything can happen to him, and I’m scared of what will happen. I feel like as I get older everyone starts to go. When I was younger everyone was always near me and with me, and now they are all moving away or we just stop talking to each other. I can’t wait till my dad comes back from El Salvador, he has been there for two weeks but it feels like it’s been two months he been gone. I’m a big daddy’s girl; me and him can hang out and talk for hours. He is like my best friend. If I didn’t have midterms this week I could have gone to El Salvador with him. I would have loved to go with him and just get away from everything here. I miss my cousins there, they are always up to do something and I like that when I’m there it’s just family, there isn’t much to do but to go out shopping, go to farms, or carnivals. Also there isn’t much Wi-Fi there, so it’s like getting away from all the drama. Living that life without social networks and phones is fun if you’re with the right people. Spending time with family members you never really see and just going out all the time having fun even if you’re not going anywhere fun. It’s better than just staying at home being on the phone all day. My cousins are all older than me and they act like they are still little kids. We never grew out of that phase when we were kids playing the most randomness’ games. We would always go to the park at night by walking and stop at almost every house because we knew everyone in the town. Playing on the playground with almost every kid on the block.
ReplyDeleteWhy do people write? What makes them drive their thoughts down on paper and make others listen? These questions are hard to answer, but they can be solved. Some enjoy writing because their thoughts that can’t be said out loud are written down; kept forever. The pen is mightier than the sword. The sword can kill you instantly and you’re dead, and will only feel it for a second. When somebody reads a hate letter, it hurts them more. The words are written down, and although they don’t literally kill you, they do mentally. Hate letters hurt, and it’s better to not send them then to actually. Telling somebody to go jump off a bridge is a little harsh, which is why writing down your anger makes you feel great, but its best to not send it. Instead, a good stress reducer is to write your feelings out and burn the paper. The fire kills your thoughts and makes you feel even better!
ReplyDeleteIf you really cannot stand somebody, a messed up way to get revenge on them is a voodoo doll. They mess with that person if you have all the right materials. Whatever you do to the doll, it happens to that person. I would not recommend getting a doll or into the witchcraft and wizardry. Anything you do comes back at you three times. For instance if you show something good to the world, then good things come back at you three times. Simple at that. A good way to get revenge is writing a hate letter and burning it. No one is hurt, and you are stress free.
The time we hugged
ReplyDeleteI couldn’t help but turn red
I held onto you
And so did you
We pulled back
I looked into your eyes
The eyes of pure joy
The only thing I can see was my eyes
I could feel my body burn up
These are the special times we had
That I held in my hands
That I also decided to slip right through them
It’s now lost
And you are no longer to be found
How can I get them back?
It’s killing my heart
There is only a piece left and it won’t last for a long time
Please come back to me
The only thing I remember is the horrible fight we had
That was the last time I saw you
That was the last time I ever said goodbye to you
That was the last time I could hold your hand
That was the first and last time I ever saw you cry
Now where are you?
Not with me
Now you took the rest of my heart
There is nowhere to find it
An don’t try
I know you stole it
And there is no way it can be put back together
Wait think I see you again?
I can’t believe it
You returned
But you look different
You weren’t like this before
I know why
This isn’t you
This was just a stranger
I would do anything for you to come back and make me smile again
The last time I saw you
Was the last time I ever said I love you
But I want you to know
I still do
Love you
My clippers are the best team in the west in my belief not just because that is my team but because of how we play and the players that we got even though Chris Paul is injured he should stop bitching and play the sport because we do need him he is fantastic. Especially Chauncey billups he has only played a few games with the team and he has basically missed the whole season he needs to get back up and start making them moves and hit them big shots man because we need shooters. We have big chances on going to the finals than any other team. Also what help us are our bench players because our bench players can start on any other teams like Jamal Crawford, Lamar Odom, matt Barnes, and Eric Bledsoe. We could beat teams like okc and spurs also Knicks and the heat that are big teams in the eastern conference. The clippers have a big shot on winning it all but it starts with how the players and to stop being soft like Chris Paul because if they are going to win it all he needs to kick up. Also matt Barnes got to stop being all angry and mad he has anger issues and it can cost us the game or even the playoffs because he is one of our best players in the team. The clippers can be the best team in the nba they are surely one of the best teams out here.
ReplyDeleteThe super bowl is an event that defines American society. It has all of the qualities that inspire Americans to be what we are: The American Dream, family and friends. The American Dream is part of the super bowl because it involves two teams of players that ever since they were young kids were dreaming of this very moment. The moment when they run out of the locker room, listening to pump up music and being followed by the rest of their team to do battle. Each and every person on both sides overcame some sort of struggle along the way to be where they are and that shows that they all share the same drive and determination. Family is also shown through the super bowl because the teammates and their coaches, whether they win or lose, know that they had gotten their together and that is the only way they could have gotten there. The super bowl also represents family because we all come together and we all watch the super bowl as if it is a national holiday. In many ways, it actually is because 100’s of millions of people all over the country are sitting down and watching the very same event. In conclusion, the super bowl represents friends because we are all friends after the game, whether we are supporting two opposite teams or the same one, in the end we are all just looking to see a good game and have a good time together.
ReplyDeleteThe hardest thing in life is being let down by someone. You have such high expectations and look forward for something to happen, and then when the time comes, you are discouraged by the outcome. You think you know a person, but it turns out you mean nothing to them. You are so unimportant to them that you do not even get a simple “hello.” Your stomach drops and you just step back in silence. You feel reality sink in, all those times that you saw each other suddenly mean nothing. It is funny how things seem to change so quickly. You struggle to hold back the tears because you do not want to make the situation any more awkward. Your body aches from a broken heart. You feel like you have entered a dark place, unable to see where life is going now. You knew that what you wanted was just an unreachable dream, but you stayed optimistic. The best escape, for you, is your music. You allow the artists sing out your pain. The words all of a sudden make sense. Losing someone who meant so much and they do not even care. You wish that you could just go back in time, and slap yourself across the face because of how stupid you were for thinking that he would someday love you. You supported them during their good times and their bad, but you get no acknowledgement. Thoughts race through your mind, none of them good. You start doubting yourself and your future. Sitting there in silence, thoughts racing, heart aching, tears streaming, life must move on.
ReplyDeleteThe healing process has been getting easier as time passes. People mentioning them doesn’t sting as much as it used to; I’m starting to get back to my old self as well. I’ve also been helping others in need and started thinking about others more like my close friends who I have pushed away. I started thinking more about my family and how I treat them; I started thinking about the way I’m around my friends. I’m starting to ‘grow up’ in a sense, all of this hurt helped me grow into a stronger person. In a weird way, I’m glad that all that mess happened during Sandy. Even though the after math was a disaster and I almost took my life away because of some petty high school bullshit, my eyes ‘opened’ when my own best friend didn’t want to be with me. Plus, I have my future to think about. Why would I end my life if I’m going to be famous? I’m going to be so well known that all of the people who put me down and hurt me will have trouble keeping my name out of their mouth. I’m going to prove them all wrong. Plus, I’m starting to become more social and I’m also talking to some guy who’s really nice, he’s not exactly my type but I want to try something new. And it’s satisfying to know that it bothers him knowing that I’m happier without him. Shit happens, and you have to grow up and get over it or you’ll never learn from your mistakes. And it works both ways, even if you're the victim or the guilty one.
ReplyDeleteAs I got older, I realized how much trust actually meant. It was never that important to me when I was younger because I wasn’t really involved in any situations where trust was valuable. Now it seems trust is the main topic that everyone is worried about, it comes up in every conversation, and people tend to lose it every day for the simplest things. I lost a big majority of friends based off not being able to trust them, talking about me behind my back, and telling things that were personal. The sad part about that is sometimes it was the friends who I knew for long periods of time. I guess it hurts to lose trust in someone who you’re in a relationship with, but my friends are more important to me.
ReplyDeleteLoyalty seems like something of the pass, but then again was it ever valued? The thing I hate the most is the fact that I tell my friends the truth and trust them with personal issues, and then to find out that my business had been spread around is almost heartbreaking. How could you do something like that to someone you call a “friend”? That just doesn’t add to me and I guess it never will. It would be about two months since I’ve talked to this girl who I called a friend for about three years. People need to remember that trust takes years to build, and seconds to break.
Some people think I overreacted with cutting her off, but I can’t have an untrustworthy and disloyal snake around me. That had been her second time betraying me, so I didn’t feel as though I was wrong. “Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.” So, basically she just had to go. Trust is an easy concept, some people just don’t value and I’m not one of them.
The worst thing in the world is knowing that you could have done something, but didn’t. Not that you did not try, just that you were not given a fair shot at it. Being told that you can’t do something that it is simply impossible and you can never reach that goal. Sometimes I wonder if there is ever a feeling worse than that. I did not think there was until you find out that you were not given a chance, but someone else was. One is no better than the other; you just were not given a fair chance at achieving what you wanted to. Being told that you can’t get something, being told that you simply were not good enough to do so.
ReplyDeleteThe best feeling though, is being able to achieve something greater. Not given a fair shot at something and then getting the chance and succeeding at something much greater than anything you have wanted before. The feeling you get when you prove someone wrong and show them that you were good enough and that you could do it, it is the best feeling in the world. Knowing that you shut them up with one thought that kept you motivated the entire time.
You told me I could not do something. I would never be able to reach it. Maybe because you did not want me to succeed or maybe because you actually thought I was not good enough to do so. Well, whether you thought I could do it or not, I achieved an even greater accomplishment. I hope you remember that the next time you tell me I can’t do something.
I’m not a star and I don’t want to be a star, I don’t have a great name and the media has never even heard of me, no public or cheerleaders but it’s not about winning or losing, It’s about reaching your limits, going as far as you can go and then go further. I don’t collect Tittles I collect hours of hard work, hours of pain and that’s just me I’m going for a victory; the victory over myself. There’s nothing that really matters more, there’s no finish line, beating your odds and fulfilling your destiny that’s what this is about. To be successful you need to know that time is the most precious things out there and that people should know that you got to give it your all before it runs out. Some wonder why some make it and some think that you only try when you do it wrong the first time but if you do it right the first time that you don’t have to do it anymore but that’s the wrong way to do it , successful people do the task right and keep on doing it. This is the way of life I don’t want to be a super star I just want to be better than that and I just want to be me and that how I’m going to make it keeping all this in mind, that no matter how many things come my way I will make it and I will reach my goal and give it till the last drop of blood leaves my body but that’s just me what are you going to do?
ReplyDeleteI wander the halls of the place I once lived
ReplyDeleteThere is not a sound but my footsteps
and the echo of the empty house
a fowel stench lingers in the air
of whatever is wrotting here
I make a sound but there is no response
just the echo of my own voice
floorboards creek beneath my feet as I wander
with no reason or purpose
the empty sound remind me
there is no one left I know
no one left I love
everyone gone
The wind shreeks and howels outside
and the rain pounds the window
the sky is grey and gloomy
as if to match my own mood
I open my mouth and start to sing
projecting my voice as much as I can
to fill the empty space with sound
but I can no longer hear the wind and the rain
After so long
I break down and sob
and yet again
the sounds from outside come back
and the cold reality sets back in
My walls stand high around my kingdom. I and my people are safe, but I am so exhausted. During times such as war and destruction, it is tough to be a king. I have to stay up into the early hours of the morning to prepare my troops and generals for the upcoming battle. I have to talk with my advisors constantly so I could provide for all my people and yet they are never satisfied. I try my best to please them and provide for them but it is hard. I had to put down a small revolt today which exhausted my resources even more. Sometimes I feel like I am just alone in this world. Even my advisors are starting to question my rule. My power is starting to slip through my fingers. I will have to leave soon, let someone else take the reins of this kingdom. I can no longer perform my task. I am to tired and weary. Tonight will be my last night as their king. I have brought prosperity to this great kingdom yet they still want more. Nothing is ever enough. I wish the best of luck for the next ruler. I hope they can run this kingdom as proficient I had have. My carriage is packed and ready to go. I will leave my beloved castle far behind for the betterment of my people.
ReplyDeleteI gave the board at the front of the class a bored look. My hand was twitching, ready to jot something down onto the paper in front of me and pass it to the desk to my right. However, the desk has been empty for the past couple of days. I sighed as boredom set in. The daily passing of notes usually entertained me while class went on around me, but not today. My friend was in the hospital. He needed to stay there for about another week, something about pneumonia.
ReplyDeleteIt wasn’t serious, but her parents had insisted on no visitors. Overprotective kill joys. Not only was I falling asleep in school, but now my friend couldn’t even get visitors. Frowning, I knew that he would be in one heck of a foul mood when he got back. Could I make him feel better? Setting my mind on the task of finding ways to cheer up my friend, I tapped my foot anxiously. I got a bit too into my thoughts, and began to mumble.
As more and more students glanced at me, I realized how much attention I was drawing too late. “Mr. Heidrich, do you know the answer to my question?” I heard a couple of kids snicker as I grumbled a no. The teacher lectured me for a while about paying attention before returning his attention to the lesson. A couple of students kept glancing back at me and giggling. What was I to them, some comedy show?
That’s when it hit me. Comedy! I could write a little comedy story, and when my friend got back I’d give it to him to read! Sure, I’m pretty serious, but I’m a good writer. Wasting no time, I began to furiously write the story that began to form in my mind. I couldn’t wait to see my friend’s reaction when he reads this.
Beautiful
ReplyDeleteThe moon
In the sky
Forever coruscating an aura
With its deep concaving craters
Brightly gleaming above us all, eternally
Controlling the seas with an alluring magic
The moon has a celestial hold over us
Like a glowing giant god with an omniscient judgment
Selene, surfacing in the night sky on her shining saddle
Until Helios hovers over the day as a temporary, righteous ruler
The Gods share the sky as king and queen in perfect harmony
Immortally in sync, amalgamating their powers in an utter, yet obvious undying kingship
In unison, forevermore, when one rises, the other sets, in an everlasting ecliptic cycle
A bond connects the two as an indestructible force of aptitude, for everyone to watch
The duck named handy quacks was your average duck that lived out in the wild. Every day the duck would wake up nice and early to go out and find a nice breakfast of worms. The best place to find worms in the forest is down by the lake but if you want a good spot Handy Quacks needs to get there first. Once Handy gets down there he eats his fill every morning. Then he goes off to impress the other girl ducks. To impress them Handy spreads his wing all the way out and flies around them. However sometimes another duck try’s to beat out Handy and that’s where F’s shit up. Handy is the toughest duck in the forest and beats up all the other ducks. After he woos the ladies for a little bit he goes and sits on the water and cleanses himself. After that he leads a group of ducks to another pond that’s bigger and his friend all stay at this pond. Once the group is in the air they form a spears head and Handy always is the first one out in front. Once he finally gets there the horse play with his other friend begin. The other ducks are bigger than him but Handy is the most feared duck in all of the forest. Handy noticed some other ducks he didn’t know sitting still across the pond and went to size them up. Once Handy got a little closer the grass on the side of the pond moved and Handy tried to fly away but was shot and killed by Hunters that day. And that is how the toughest duck in the forest died.
ReplyDeleteThe look of disgust that came over Felix’s face as he looked over at me after I had hit him with his own bottle on accident was devastating to me. Pure disgust and disappointment, a look that felt like poison rushing through my veins and slowly taking my life away as I tried to stop this venom. A feeling of hopelessness came over me and wouldn’t let me go until Felix pulled his glaring, disgruntled eyes from my unworthy face. Trepidation came over me when I thought about what he was thinking and how badly I let him down, I was so sorry but how could I possibly show him that? How could I express this feeling of anguish that has overcome my once happy being? I didn’t know how to get him back and to be honest, I didn’t know if I was truly worthy or deserving of having his warm presence come into my life again, but nonetheless, I wanted him back. I could not bear to not have his comical way of life, or his beatitude and his unbelievable acting skills. He has the body of an Adonis, and the fighting skills of the great Achilles himself, but the self-restrain that he has is unknown to anyone that hasn’t seen it in its true form. He is an unbelievable man and a better colleague, a man that I am truly happy to call my friend. And I would love to have him back as my friend because now that I’ve had him, I don’t know how I could live without him.
ReplyDeletewhen someone says that you can't do this or that, because your to small, your not big enough,your not tough enough i just do alll that i can to prove them wrong. Alot of the time and all of my life people have been telling me that im to small or im not old enough and i get so mad just being told that or hearing that because i want to do everything in my power to prove that person wrong and say that i did it because it feels good proving someone wrong even when no one or few people are beliving in you. Also to you can show somone that you did this one thing even when i was to samll,not big enough,and not old enough. I think that your always put into a corner by somone when you are told this because people just think you can't do something because i think they judge the cover of the book and determine in their mind what you can and can't do because you could be skinny, fat, small, tall, short, and they think just because you this way that you can't do these that you can't run a mile that you can't do anything but you do it anyway and you can say that i have overcome obstacles and i have persevered through thin and thick and you can also say that i have achived my life goals.
ReplyDeleteI have an analogy on why I believe females were put on this planet. Females were put on this planet to reproduce and hate on each other. Every single day there is something said about someone else and it usually never comes from a male’s mouth but from a female’s. Guys don’t really care about how you look or what you wear or how you talk, I mean they might crack a few jokes but they never of rarely spark up rumors. Girls on the other hand are known for it. I’m not going to lie, I’ve cracked a few jokes here and there but I don’t have time to be starting rumors or talking about someone’s appearance frequently. It’s pretty pointless. But when rumors start brewing, you may know it’s not true but everyone will believe it as soon as word gets around. That’s some naïve crap, but we all do it. Some of us don’t really care. Others like to instigate things to some extremes. Again, it’s pointless. No one gains anything. The only thing you’ll gain is being titled as a shit-talker or a shady person, but whether you hear it or not, someone’s going to talk about you. Someone is probably talking about you right now. That someone is probably a female. I don’t mean to drag on females but it’s true. We talk crap more than males. Oh well, rumors are like momentum, it’s a moving force that will continue moving until an opposing force crosses its path.
ReplyDeleteThe boy awaked to a gleam of light shining in his quivering right eye. Despite the rude awakening, he welcomed it, for he loved the sun. He jumped right out of bed, separated the curtains and basked in the view that was a beautiful spring day. It was the first one, in fact. A brutally cold winter led up to this March day, lightening the mood of all witnesses. He then proceeded to open his window and feel the warm breeze. He giggled with excitement, put his running clothes on and jolted outside. He ran for miles, admiring the day in every aspect. This was Spring.
ReplyDeleteAhmed Saad
ReplyDeleteTime is short. People need to live their lives and have fun with the person they love the most. You never know when your time is up, so people live your life and have fun and don’t think about the past think of the present. I think life is a beautiful place for humans because you can do anything you dreamed of and anything you want to do. You could do all of these but you have to believe in yourself and achieve a lot of goals to reach that one spot or position you want to be in. A lot of people don’t think alike; people aren’t as strong as others. There’s people that fight for their future and there is people that just give up. But no never ever give up on what you believe in, and fight for your position. I think every human that made it to this earth is because of a reason, and that reason isn’t giving to you; you have to keep trying and fighting to find out why you are here. I don’t know why I’m here yet because I’m just a young boy but I’m going to finish school and go on in my life and the day I do something that will be remembered in history will be the day I figure out why I came to this earth. So I want to tell everyone to live their life to the fullest and never let anything bring you down because life is too short and you want to live and breathe the more of it.
Sincerely,
Ahmed Saad
I feel something run past me
ReplyDeleteIt feels familiar
I just don’t know what it is
The moon shines on me
A glow that imitates the sun
For sometimes it is the light of night
That exposes the most
I fell for it again
Stripping on a rock
Falling on the ground
I scraped my knees again today
Only this time
It was on my way home
Something brought you to me
And for the time being
I was satisfied
Experience
Welcome to my life
I’ve seen you before
But your memory is quite foggy
In my line of vision
I try to squint to clear it up
But it only strains my eyes
Maybe one day
I’ll see entirely clearly
Without these frames
These guidelines
Restrictions
I feel something run into me
A force pushes me back
And for an instant
I am stunned
It feels familiar
I just don’t know what it is
The rain falls down sporadically
Raindrops sometimes hitting the roof
Sometimes hitting the grass
And even daring to hit the ground
Or my skin
It’s freezing outside
Yet at the same time
The air is so beautiful
That I don’t want to go inside today
I stayed outside yesterday as well
And I probably will tomorrow
But as far as today goes
I’ll try not to think of tomorrow
I’ll try not to think of familiar sights
Familiar sounds
Familiar touches
I’ll try to think of the way the moon shines
Or the way the rain falls
I’ll try to figure out why I’m sitting outside
When it’s getting late
And cold
Or maybe I’ll try not to think
At all
There are a lot of things in this world, and particularly our society, that bring me disappointment, but there is one thing that I see every day that makes me feel a lack of hope. That part of human nature that really destroys me is the idea of giving up on something so easily. I see people doing this so much in everyday life. From school to relationships, I see the people around me losing hope in themselves and their situations. I even find myself becoming frustrated when I see other gives up on the smallest of things. I understand that it seems natural to give up so easily on something that becomes a bit difficult, but honestly, it is one of the biggest shames. With just the slightest effort, a trying situation can turn to something beautiful. Often in relationships or friendships, feelings and devotion seems to fade and both parties quit their efforts and move on. But think about all of the amazing things that could’ve flourished from that relationship had even one person put in the smallest bit of effort to revive what once was. I understand that when things are tough, it’s easy to give up, but when you care so much about a person or a dream or a goal, how can you just abandon all hope at the smallest signs of trouble? If it truly means so much to you, how can you just throw it all away? Your subconscious surly can’t tell you that your future would be much better without this in your life. I just don’t get it.
ReplyDeleteThe first time I went out this weekend. I went to see my friends even though it was freezing outside. I went to pick my dad up from the airport and then I went to a party for my cousin’s birthday. All her friends were there and I didn’t know anyone, so I stayed with her cousins the whole time and it was really fun. That night after the party I went to my dad’s house to sleep over. Sunday morning we all had breakfast together and my little cousins were so happy to see me and my dad again since I haven’t been to my dad’s house in two weeks, and since my dad has been in El Salvador for two weeks. Sunday was boring as always but that’s just because it’s Sunday and Sundays are meant to do nothing but, clean, and homework. Since my brother was at my other brother’s house it was just me and my mom so we went out for dinner. Monday wasn’t as bad as I expected it to be. School was school nothing new. And then after school I went to dye my hair blonde but it didn’t come out the way I wanted it to. Instead it came out more of a really light brown color. I might redo it again but that’s if I don’t like it. I wanted to do black but I would look really white if I did and it wouldn’t look right. This is the first time I did my hair so maybe next time it will come out looking better.
ReplyDeleteSince Valentine’s Day is next week, I guess I’ll write about something love related. People have many inspirations when it comes to relationships, like celebrities such as Wiz Khalifa and Amber Rose, and Beyonce and Jay-Z. I can’t think of any more right now, but my relationship inspiration comes from my parents. Not many kids my age can say that their parents are still together. Most of them have step parents, not that that’s a bad thing, but my parents met, got married and then had me over sixteen years ago. In my eyes, they did it the right way. They may have their differences and argue over the dumbest and simplest things, but they love each other more than anything else. They’re the best of friends, they know everything about each other too. I want something like that. I listen to my parents vent to me when they argue, but in my head I’m thinking, “ What’s the point of telling me this? You both know you’re not going anywhere.” I just let them talk though. My mom always tells me when they get into fights, “Never marry anybody like your father!” I know she only says that because she’s mad, but I would love to have somebody put me before anything and everything and who will always be there for me. Don’t get me wrong, they have been close to getting a divorce and leaving, but they never do. I asked my father why he doesn’t leave, and he told me because he loves my mother too much. He met her about 25 years ago, and he loves her more every day. My parents’ generation definition of love is something real and special. My generation doesn’t have anything on them. Love in this day and age is arguing and leaving, very rarely do they work anything out anymore. Music influences a lot of the decisions couples make in relationships and maybe that’s why they don’t last.
ReplyDeleteMusic tells people that love isn’t really important. I like the music that comes out, well some of it, but a lot of it is about sex and weed. Old school music is about love, a women’s beauty and true feelings. My parents follow the “Old school” lyrics, and that’s why their love is so strong. Instead of walking away, they work through their problems, because honestly I don’t think they will ever find someone else that will put up with them like they do each other. I love them together.
A voice
ReplyDeleteThat rings in my ear
I turn and you are there with a warm smile towards me
I want to hug you
But I look into your eyes and it looks like you hate me
Is it because I made you cry?
Please don’t make me hurt from this
I don’t want all this good stuff to end because of one stupid thing
I made a stupid mistake
But we all learn from those mistakes
Please don’t tell me we are over
I want this to keep going
I have never felt this for anyone
Tell me that you love me
Everything will be all better
I need to smile
I want you to smile
Please give me those tight hugs
And tell me that you don’t want to leave me
Please tell me you will come back
Please tell me that this was just a stupid fight
Please tell me that there is nothing to worry about
I want you
Nothing else
Please make all of this just be a dream
This isn’t real
I will wake up and see everything will be back to normal
When all I did was smile
When all I did was giggle
When nothing bad happened in my life
When everything went according to plan
Where my life was under control
Please come back and tell me that nothing wrong has happened
Wait, what are you reaching for in your packet?
You wrote me a letter
How sweet of you
This tear ruined my life
This letter said that you don’t want to be with me
Never again
Goodbye
I love you though
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