1, 2, 3, 4, 5

Warm up. We got a die :)


One; You have only one chance
one chance to live your life.
When you make a mistake,
it's been made.
No going back
so learn from it.
When you have a good experience
it is forever drilled in your memory
and in the future you will look back
and relive your past.

Two; Makes up a couple
two people who love each other.
You'll get married (if you're lucky)
and live happily ever after (maybe).
Have hundreds of memorable moments together
from the time you meet to the time you die.

Three; Your years in middle school
no longer a child
but not quite a teen.
Learning the neccesities
to start high school
best friends, crushes,
teachers, preparing.

Four; Your years in high school
the years that make up the rest of your life.
Determining where you'll go to college,
and the job you choose.
Report cards and after school jobs.
Learner's permit and driver's lcense.
Boyfriends, girlfriends,
first loves, maybe.

Five; The fingers on your hand
that will feel the firsts.
The first touch as you are born,
the feel of the sandbox on the playground.
The smoothness of brand new school books
the sweaty palm of first holding hands.
The rolled up diploma being handed to you
The ring slipped onto your finger
on your wedding day.

One, two, three, four, five.
Isn't it great you learned to count?

Valentine's Day

This was a warm up from way back before Valentine's Day XD

The day is coming
both loved and dreaded.
Some people feel warm and fuzzy
while others want to be beheaded.
It is the day we celebrate love
and go out on romantic dates.
It is the day we stay at home
and eat ice-cream as we stay up late.
As couples go out and see new movies
singles stay inside and watch old ones.
As others have the times of their lives
they do their best to have fun.
Some people get broken up with
while others get asked out.
Some people curl up with a good book
and others dance and run all about.
I'm not sure what I'll do this day
I'll probably just read at home.
But at least I have my Edward Cullen
with him, I'll never be alone.

Candy Hearts

Warm Up for Creative Writing. She gave us candy hearts so I wrote about what they all said. Or more so, attempted to.


"R-U sure?"
of course I'm sure
I am 100% sure how I feel about you.
"Lovebug"
I was bit
I had no choice but I'm not complaining.
"When?"
I'm not really sure when it happened
but I do know I love you.
"Very good"
I know! It's great in fact
every time I see you I overflow in happiness.
"Awesome"
Exactly! You took the words out of my mouth
this feeling, this love, is more than awesome.
"My star"
Shining bright in the night sky
lighting all darkness.
"Nice girl"
Yes, you could say that about me
and he really is a nice boy too.
"Bye bye"
I say every day
and I can't wait for tomorrow.

Vacation

Another Creative Writing Warm Up. Today's was a stamp of some fat guy holding a bunch of cameras in a floral t-shirt.


"I need a vacation"
everyone says.
A week to get away
from their every day lives.
But why leave behind
everything you have
spend more money than you can afford
on pointless souveneirs
bought in a humid hotel
filled with annoying tourists.
Why go to "fun" places
and spend the whole day in line
waiting for something that will make you scream in terror.
Take pictures of so called "memories"
that in a hundred years
no one will care about.
They say vacations are relaxing
but I just think they're stressful.
Plane tickets, rental cars,
hotels, food, and things to do.
Why go through all that
when you could be at home
relaxing for real.
I don't need screaming children,
floral t-shirts
and pictures of fake smiles
to have fun and relax.
That's what books are for.

Primary

This is just a crappy warm up I did in Creative Writing. We do them every day and my teacher gives us something random to influence us. This day it was three buttons; red, yellow, and blue. This is what I came up with in fifteen minutes.


Red, yellow, blue
make up our world
every color in the rainbow
comes fromt he four-er three.
Purple, orange, green
all coem from red, yellow, blue.
They make up everything
that surrounds you.

The green of this school
is blue and yellow.
They make the green hat
worn by that fellow.
The shamrocks outside
or the apple you eat.
The product made from yellow and blue
can't be beat.

Except for purple
that comes from blue and red.
It is my personal favorite
that being said.
The purple of your bedroom
comes from (you guessed it!) red and blue.
The purple literature textbook
comes from them too.

Orange is the product
of red and yellow.
The hot fire ball in the sky
is anything but mellow.
The ginger hair of a Weasley
marks them and who they are.
You would know where they were
from very far.

All of these things
we see every day.
Come from red, yellow, blue
it is the truth, I say.
So the next time you look
into this world of ours
remember where it comes from
in many, many hours.

SMSMP Poem

This was written for my Creative Writing Class. It's called an SMSMP Poem because we go simile, metaphor, simile, metaphor, personification. My teacher really liked it, so I thought I would post it.


I'm like an iPod full of songs,
each song a different emotion.
My happiness, my despair,
my anxiousness, my devotion.
I have different personalitites
all joining together to make me.
My exotic side, my shy side,
all like a tornado, wild and free.

I am a playlist of feelings,
all different yet making up the same.
A hard metal song
or a slow acoustic sway.
A preppy broadway song
or a heart wrenching country tune.
I am a bubblegum pop song
or an angry rock song sending you to your tomb.

I am like the different colors
and iPod can be.
Some nice and simple,
others bright and whacky.
Sunshine yellow
on a happy day,
dark dreery black
when all happiness seems to have gone away.

I am the solitude you feel
with your headphones in your ears.
In your own little world
away from all your peers.
I am the dancing in your room
where no one can see.
I am the bobbing of a head
on a bus through the city.

The roar of the headphones
the soft whisper of the button pad,
quiet and calm
or loud and mad.
Each factor of an iPod
comes together as one
and that one is me
filled with different traits, but still fun.

Miracle

How is this possible?
This wonder
this miracle
this phenomenon
called birth.
A little creature
a little human
a little baby
inside of you.
It kicks
against
the skin
inside.
Bump bump
bump bump
a song
it sings.
Nine months
thirty-six weeks
two-hundred fifty-two
odd days.
All leading up to
one moment
of screaming
of pain
of love.
A love
that lives
forever
as the baby grows
bigger and bigger.
A newborn
a toddler
a child
and adolescent.
A teenager
a young adult
and finally
a parent.
Repeating
the cycle
forever
never ending
a miracle
called birth.

St. Patrick's Day

Green.
Yellow and blue.
Trees, plants,
mirky, dirty water.
Moss growing on a rock.
The cover of a book,
a royal emerald or jade.
Rich, wet grass
swaying with the wind.
The old, worn
Statue of Liberty
that was once as copper
as a brand new penny.
A tiny frog
on a lilly pad.
A cartoon alien
taking of the world.
And finally,
a bright green
four leafed clover;
a shamrock.

The Mistake: Revised

I brought in my poem, The Mistake (original version below) to my creative writing class to get feedback, so I made some changes based on what everyone said. This is the finished product.


The Mistake

She was so beautiful
before the mistake
that wish she made
to make her "perfect".

She didn't know
how much she was loved
how truly perfect
she was in everyone's eyes.

I wish I could go back
and let her know
how I really see her
let her really know.

Now she's in that white building
getting "fixed"
but can she ever be truly fixed?
Will she ever be the same again?

I'm not really sure
but I do hope so
because I love her with all my heart
and I want things to just go back to how they were.

We all thought she knew
how dangerous that was
how pointless that was
how terrible that was.

Maybe now she will learn from her mistake;
that mistake known as an eating disorder.

Prince Charming?

I don't believe
in Prince Charming.
A knight
in shining armour
to save me from
all things bad.
There is no
man who is perfect.
There is no
way to escape
this world
we live in.
There is bad
there is struggle
there is
no escaping.
No one will
be there to
sweep me off
my feet.
Just a couple
of guys to
go in and out
of my life.
They might
like me
but never
love me.
They will not
save me
from my distress.
No thank you,
this damsel
would rather
stay alone.
Because I know
there is no
Prince Charming
just a boy
out there
being average
and normal.
But maybe
he can
save me
from something
worth while;
myself.

The Big Question

Do you believe in love? I don't know if I do....




Love. Four letters. One word. A verb. An adjective. A noun. An emotion. A feeling. A way of life? Called "a feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection, as for a parent, child, or friend." and, "sexual intercourse; copulation." Twenty-eight defintions in the dictionary. Hundreds of definitions in the mouths of millions. But what is it really?

Is love something you feel for another person? Is it the way a parent hold a child's hand as they cross the street? Is it the tender kiss a couple shares each time they part? Is it standing in front of a bullet, protecting a friend, lover, mother, father, sibling, stranger? Or is it just a myth? A fairy tale made to give people false hope?

Love is often written about in books, watched in movies and TV shows, and supposedly lived every day. But is it really? Is that fluttering in your heart from that single touch really love, or is it just lust? Or bad sushi? Maybe it is your body telling you to stay away because surely, he will break your heart when he cheats on you with your best friend. But no, you didn't listen to the abort signal, you were too busy being in love right? Of course.

Love is often thrown around casually. "I love you" are the three most used words in the world. We say it to our friends, our family, our love interests. We even say it to strangers sometimes. "Excuse me, you dropped you book." They'd say as you would excitedly reply, "Ohmygosh, I love you!" And you will have forgotten their face not five minutes later. It is used in almost every relationship you will ever have. "I love you." Will be the memorable part in the relationship when you are finally convinced it's actually true. That is, until six months later when you break up. Right, you were in love. What else is new?

And then, love could just be how you feel about your family. Your mother whose body you lived in for nine months, your father who taught you how to throw a ball. Your sister who borrows your clothes, your brother who annoys the heck out of you. Your grandma who bakes you cookies and your grandpa who reads the newspaper each morning. But even this "love" might not really be love. It could easily be just our bodies reaciton to the flesh and blood that makes ourselves up.

What is love, really? Is it a nickname, "Hey, love.", or is it a goodbye "I'll see you later. I love you.", or is it just a word? A four letter word. A verb. An adjective. A noun. An emotion. A feeling. A way of life. "A feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection, as for a parent, child, or friend." "Sexual intercourse; copulation." Or maybe, love is just simply that; love.

Untitled

I was inspired to write this by the song Madeline by Tickle Me Pink. I've never known anyone who has commited suicide but somehow I can write about it. I know too many suicide songs...


Crying herself to sleep every night
screaming the names of those who
let her down
yeah, they let her down.
No one knew how she was hurting
that she was carving those words into her life
drowning in tears
yeah, she drowned.

If I could go back
I'd let her know
I loved her
I love her.
She's gone now
never to come back
but I want her to know
I loved her
I love her.

I never got to say goodbye
so here it is
I'll say, goodbye
I'm saying goodbye.
I never knew
how much pain she was in
she kept it inside
she would just hide
her feelings.

If Icould go back
I'd let her know
I'll miss her
I miss her.
She's gone now
never to come back
but I want her to know
I'll miss her
I miss her.

She was my best friend
I need her to know
I'm sorry!
I am so sorry!
I should've been there
should've helped
when she called me
I'm sorry!
I am so sorry!
I didn't hear the cries
I didn't hear the cries
I'm sorry!
I am so sorry!

If I could go back
I'd let her know
I loved her
I love her.
She's gone now
never to come back
but i want her to know
I'll miss her
I miss her.

I am so sorry.