Dreams

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.

Goodbye

{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

Ended.

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

Goodbye.

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...

       SCREECH!

       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...”

Lifestyle

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.

Guilt

{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?

Feelings

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; 8^th 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.