Tuesday, February 28, 2012


Warm, big hands to hold us close.
Broad shoulders to keep away enemies.
A comforting voice to take away the fears.
If only for one night, for one day
This would all come back to me.
However, reality isn't that kind, nor do you
Always get what you want.
I can only wish for this to happen in
My dreams.

To dwell in the past is never a good sign,
But at times it always leads us to happier moments.
If I could just turn back the clock just to
Relive that one special moment, that one
Crucial piece of my life, my life would be set.
But... What has happened has happened, and the
Past is but a memory of our lives.

If this feeling is coming from just one year
Without seeing, talking, or hearing him,
Then how will future years play out?

It might be too late, or it might not.
However, there is just one thing that
I would like to tell you before we part.
Until we meet again, I will keep our
Memories strong in my dreams.
I may gain more regrets and I may
Make more mistakes, but I just hope
That I will be able to make you proud.
No matter how far apart we are,
I miss you.

Monday, February 27, 2012


{Err, late Valentines Day surprise? For this, I decided to write in the viewpoint of the people who had their hearts broken on that day. I hope I got the feeling right though... Feedback is helpful!}

Blurry eyes, faded vision
Hearts are broken
Loves are lost
Time is wasted on one person
That only treats you as a friend.

Memories play with laughter around
Thoughts of our past suddenly show
And although my heart yearns for
Acceptance and love from
That one special person that
Unfortunately cannot be because
His heart is already taken by another.

At first my heart sank at the sound
Of YOUR happiness, but as soon as
The words kicked in I began to realize
That my time with you may have passed
And that our crushes for each other have

As long as you are happy, then I am too,
Or so the people before us say.
Yet why is it that I can't help but feel
Unhappy for you during this time?

I may not be the best one around or
The happiest and energetic of the bunch but
I had hoped that in some way
I was able to fill you with happy memories
And moments of our time together.

Looking back, I realized
That although I was happy and filled with your smell,
A constant and refreshing drug of mine,
You were not as happy, not as carefree as when
You were with her.
Awkward and shy when with me,
But happy and outgoing when with the other.
You showed your true side more frequently.
Although I tried not to notice that change,
It has finally gotten to the point where I can
Ignore it no longer.
Because of that, this is

Sunday, February 26, 2012

Perfect Day

{Spontaneous, dramatic short stories for the win.}

        Beep beep beep.
        As the alarm continued to ring at 6:30a.m, the disgruntled teenager finally awoke.
       “Five... More... Minutes...”, replied Anna in a raspy voice that eventually made her wake up.
        Once she was ready for school and breakfast had been made, she sat down at the table, thinking about how her day will turn out great.
       “If all goes well, my plans for today will be great! First thing to do after school is to go to the library, then to the local craft store for some felt...”
       With eager plans for the rest of the day, Anna rushed out of the house, saying her goodbyes to her mother as she walked out of the door. Once she was out of her neighborhood and at the crossing light for walkers, she pressed the button, waiting patiently until it was her time to cross. Finally, the light switched to the walking man, and Anna quickly left the safety of the sidewalk to cross the street. Everything was fine until...
       A sudden car came screeching past the red light. Unable to control the car's direction, it hit Anna, completely breaking her bones, crushing her lungs and diaphragm. With the fear of death in her mind and the aching pain in her body, she began to fade in and out of consciousness. Knowing her time would soon be up, Anna began to think of all the things she could have done, all the achievements she could have gained.
      With her last and final breath she uttered, “Today should... Have been... Perfect...”

Saturday, February 25, 2012


The necessities needed to live
Are vast.
People tend to take them for granted
Because the items are found virtually anywhere.
But what if they were suddenly take away?
Would we, as humans, survive
In a world where items are not easy to find?

In the world's current state of laziness and productivity,
We would most likely revert back to our
Primitive ways, not being able to remember
The lives we once had, the lives we once lived.
If people were not so dependent
On others and on items that would run out,
Would life become different, due to the public
Depending on only themselves?

Society's state of mind as of now
Is to take what is given and
Not give the moment to think it through.
If more and more people were aware of
The fact that not everything lasts forever,
Would they change their ways?
Or would they ignore that fact,
Deeming it as pointless information and

Not something that would affect them?
However, contrary to their belief, 
Everything does affect everyone,
No matter how small the matter is.
That is why we are now
In a state of decline
Due to our failure of understanding
That crucial and key fact.

When will we, as a whole,
Mature and become independent,
Living a honest to good lifestyle
Without having to rely on the
"Hands that feed us"?
Hopefully in the future,
This change will be able to shine through.

Thursday, February 23, 2012


{While looking through my folders, I found this short paragraph I wrote back when I was in 6th grade and decided to share here. n.n}

     The lights were blinding. As the cold wind hit my red cheeks, every step felt like an eternity. I had done all this to meet you, to finally hear your voice right in front of me, to finally be able to hold you after all this time. Yet, why did it feel so…Wrong? I had promised to spend the rest of my life with you, through the heartaches and worries, so I should have no regrets…Right?

Wednesday, February 22, 2012


This nervous, jittery feeling I get whenever I see you
Is it that so called feeling of love?
My heart races at the sound of your name
The sound of your voice
It feels so wrong, yet it's just right.

The first day I met him I was at school
Plain, young, and innocent, I was smitten
By the look on his face when his head
Turned toward mine.
At that precise moment, I was head over heels
For the boy that I had only just met
Who I dream t of to be “the one”.

The next few days at school
Were such a blur to me
I walked through the halls,
Unable to concentrate.
Instead of paying attention to the massive crowd ahead,
I looked for his face only, trying to pick him out
Through the crowd.
My efforts worked, I saw him!

Throughout the year, I saw him continuously;
In the halls, during class, and lunch.
My eyes were always so transfixed on him,
That eventually, I knew someone would notice
This little, whimsical like, puppy love of mine.

Why can't I talk to him, no matter how close we are?
I always let the opportunity pass, and when I don't,
He doesn't contribute to the conversation.
At least ONCE, I'd like to say, “Hey!”
With a happy and confident smile on my face
But unfortunately for me, I'm too shy of a character
To do something as simple as that.
It seems that I can help others of their problems like this,
But when it comes down to it, I'm helpless on my own.

The year has finally ended; 8th grade here I come!
Throughout the entire school year, my eyes trailed
After one boy, and one boy only.
Nervous and scared, will we be in the same class now?
However, fate has decided to separate us;
He is in one class, and I'm in the other.

Treading to class on the first day
My heart sinks faster, knowing that
We aren't in the same elective
Why must we be separated?
Can't we have at LEAST one class together?
I'd like to gaze at him just a little bit longer...

How will this story end for us?
Signs point to a yes on his part,
But is that truly the case?
How I wish to be able to be with him, more than friends.
Summer with him was incredibly fun,
And I hope to have more times like that.
That is why I hope to be able to talk to him,
Establish our friendship, and let the ever growing
Flower of love bloom into something for magical
For me, the one who has liked him the most.