The Crush

she saw him for the first time that summer night. To her he was cute but she let go because she knew she would never see him again. She made a fool of herself not caring what he or others thought because she knew she would never see him again. The rest of that summer came and went and she never saw him once. Then the next journey in her life began. She saw him once or twice. She saw him a lot when he was with the people she knew. And yet she still thought he was cute. Then on her journey came a bump in the road. People left her. Alone. Afraid. Not know what to do she ran up to the first person she thought of. A girl whom she barely knew. She asked that girl one simple question. That day he was there. And she still thought he was cute. Their friendship grew, her emotions let go. They talked more. She now saw him all the time and yet she still thought her was cute. People kept telling her they were perfect for each other. But he was unsure. So she backed off and was his friend. Now, it has been years. They are still friends and yet, she still thinks he is cute. They play, they laugh, they sing. There are inseparable. Two words defy them form everyone else. People still tell them they are perfect for each other, she shrugs it off and pretends to be disgusted. She hides it all, bottles it inside. So much that sometimes she gets sick. She wants to tell him how she feels, but those two words hold her back. It could all be ruined. All they worked up to be. The trust. The very thing they are. It is hard for her to hide it all, but she pulls it off. She doesn’t know how, but she does. The mask she hides behind when she is with him is thick. What does she say? She will remain; nothing. She is by his side every step of the way. She will never leave him. He runs to her in the hall for hugs. He says he has no feelings, but she is not so sure. She won’t tell him till the time is right, now is not that time. Those two words will always reamin. She will always have him and he will always have her. They don’t wanna lose one another. One day, it might happen, but for now she will hide behind that mask, waiting for the time. Yet, she still and always will think he is cute
Authors Note:
This my friends is the first poem i ever wrote!
I wrote it about a year or two ago. i really like it and i needed to share some writing again :) plz enjoy!

I Remember...

So I wrote this for creative writing and to tell you the truth I dont remember writing it :P hah :P well here it is :)

I remember the time my heart first broke. It was summer, he left. I remember when I wasnt scared of people. I remeber when you could be friends with anyone. I remember when I didnt have to go to school and everyday felt like saturday. I remember my first kiss, a cold Febuary night, my front door step. I remember when it was just a kindergarten crush. I remember when you picked up the pieces of my shattered heart. I remember when I first met my best friend, it was summer, stake dance. I remember when I thought he was the one and only. I remember the critisim. I remember playing kissing tag. I remeber when I first realized I loved him. I remember when I got so upset with him, the we vried together. I remember when I could never be happy and I had to fake a smile. I remember when I watched him walk away. I remember when I saw him holding her and how it broke my heart. I remember when I was sick on valentines day, and couldnt move from my bed. I remember my mom holding me while I cried. I remember when I got in a car accident, everything so clearly still plays through my head. I remember when my only worry was what I choose to wear that day. I remember when I was an avid reader. I remember when I didnt care. I remember when I was best friends with her. I remember the day he told me he was gay. I remember when I could sleep. I remember when I was broken. I remember when he first called me beautiful in person. I remember the day I started highschool. I remember when I needed new friends. I remember when I sang in front of people. It made me so happy. I rememeber when I was a spaz!!! I remeber the day he invited me to his house. I was in first grade :P I remember when I played on the playground. Oh wait I still do. I remember when no one cared. I remember when she hated me. I remember sitting in a ditch on a windy day. I remember when I stopped doing homework. I failed math. I remember the day I cried myself to sleep for the first time. I remember when I spent alot of time with them. I remember why I started writing. I remember when I moved. It made Christine sad. I rememeber when he told me he hurt himself. I almost cried. I remember that one football game. I talked to my best friend the whole time. I remember when I was so happy I could barely contain myself. I remember when life was careless. I remember when i was fearless. I remember his smile everyday. That is why I wrote this.

So i decied to put this on becasue i moved to college today and so this is just all the stuff i remember. and hopefully more memories to come!
plz ENJOY!!! :D

Shake the Dust

This is for the broken heart, the one that hurts so bad it barley beats. This is for the girls who want to be great moms, for the boys who dont want to be just like their dads. This is for the girls who get abused by their boyfriends, for the boys who do so. Shake the dust. This is for the students who don't pass their AP test, but try anyway. This is for the people who are emotionally tramatized, becasue they went through something to hard to handle. This is for the peole who have wished on 11:11, shooting stars, and eyelashes. Shake the dust. The is for the people with no hope. For the loners who walk alone. For the depressed, the stressed, the tired. For those who call out to God with all their might to help. Shake the dust. This is for those who will step on toes to achive something. For those who will help anyone and expect nothing in return. This is for those who dont believe. For those who paretns are split. for those who cry themselves to sleep. Shake the dust. This is for those who dont think they can ever achive their dreams. For those who think they will never find love. For those who have. This is for those who sing at the top of their lungs in their car, but are to afraid to sing in from of people. Shake the dust. This is for those who are lost. This is for those looking for a real life fairy tale. Shake the dust.
Do soemthing different and shake the dust.

PLz Enjoy! tell me what you think

Life is....

What is life? Is it something we can really describe? Love is easy but life is hard. Does it really matter what life is? But this is what life is to me
Life is a summer sunset
Life is staying awake all night starring at my cealing
Life is poop
Life is one big game of Hallaballo
Life is an evil bowl of soup XD
Life is E.V.I.L.
Life is a stalker
Life is a sick twisted teacher brain (tht could be scary)
Life is a waterfall of tears falling down the cheeks of someone in need
Life is a winding road
Life is like walking on broken glass
Life is shattered glass, just there never to be repaired
Life is walkine barefoot on the beach with the warm sand beneth your toes
Life is hiding from your worst fears
Life is sleep i know we all want more
Life is a story book, but not a fairy tale
Life is your own story write it!

So I worte this back in creative writing... and yeah... i know it sounds kinds depressing but i like it :) and that is all enjoy!

Today's not the Last Day I see the Light

Easter sunday, a car, an open road, a radio turned on to loud.
A round-about, a girl, a button
Drving, 25 MPH
This is the sence for a car accident. Don't see it? Let me explain it. The girl we will call her Lucy.
She keeps forgetting to turn off her radio. Especially on sunday mornings. The night before she was out late and really didnt care. She was on her way to a farewell. She got ready and was so excited for the events of her day. Her mom was gone out of town. She was her own free women. She felt so great! Felt great to be free from her owner her mom. but will she ever own herself completly?
She goes to get in her car after getting all ready. In a cute new easter outfit ready for the day. She turned the key and the first thing she heard was the radio balring loud. but of course she didnt care. She pulled out of her drive way and went. She let the radio keep going. But of course with it being sunday she felt bad when she heard a word she really didnt like. So she turned it down. Then she came up to the roundabout. when she was exiting she decied just to turn the radio off. She couldnt find the button so she looked down for a little bit and for those three seconds. Before she knew it she was on the curb hitting trees and whatever else was in her way. She lost control. After her car finally stoped. Lucy was in shock. People who were behind her got out of their cars to help her. She then went to go calm down and wash her hands. While this was happening the police were called. She was in a little store, she ran into some friends. They came out to help her. After calming down she tried called her mom. no answer her mom was on a plane. Then her dad. no answer he was in church. So she had her friends and she called the first person that popped into her head. We will call him Jake. Jake quickly showed up and helped her deal with the police and all the reports to fill out. the police and everyone left and She looked at her car. The front smashed... both tires smashed. She wanted to cry but she held it in. He took Lucy home. And she lost it. She cried into his shoulder for an hour. She couldnt take the emotional pain. He then took her to his house because she didnt want to be alone. While there she realized it was not the last time she would see the light and everything would be ok.

This is a piece I wrote for creative writing about a real life expierience i had... I hope you enjoy!

I Keep Forgetting

I keep forgetting to quit my job
I keep forgetting to be grateful for him
I keep forgetting to read my scriptures
I keep forgetting to sleep
I keep forgetting that people do care
I keep foregetting I am loved
I keep forgetting about my best friend
I keep forgetting about my problems
I keep forgetting what happiness is
I keep forgetting to pray
I keep forgetting to write my brother
I keep forgetting how much singing, dancing, and playing the piano make me happy
I KEEP FORGETTING I AM BROKEN
I keep forgetting that I am an optimist
I keep forgetting to try
I keep forgetting to love life
I keep forgetting to smile

Authors note: I know this is kinda sad but i wrote it in creative writing a while back and i really like it so i posted it :)

Stopping Time

I would love to stop time
Take Father Time's hour glass and turn it completely sideways so the sand will stop falling
Even if it can only be for a moment
Wouldn't that be nice?
What would you do if you could stop time?
Would you if you could?
I would wanna stop time to spend time with the ones I love
Especially with the one I love most
Just to be held in their arms and never be let go
To relax and breathe
To get done all I need to get done
All I want to get done
I would write more
Finish my novel
I would develop my talents
Gain more confidence
Gain it in others and myself
If I could stop time I would learn new skills
I would learn to cook and bake and not mess up
If I could stop time I would take a step back and look at the beauty of the world
I would travel it
To England, Australia, and Alaska
I would observe the things I love to look at
Fish, art, and stars
I would take times to look at the little things
To appreciate them
To make them the big things
If I could stop time I would create myself
Because life isn't about finding yourself it is about CREATING yourself
I would adjust my life so I can be who I want to be fully
I would take the time to be truly happy
To fell it
To find it
If I could stop time I would do the impossible
I would take a walk in space and dance on the stars
I would swim with the fish in the sea
Without scuba gear
I would talk to people
Say the things I have always wanted to say to them
If I could stop time I would stop school
So none of us ever have to come back
And if I couldn't stop school
I would steal the answers to things
So I can pass and graduate
If I could stop time I would never grow up
I would find my inner child
I would find my Neverland
I would play
I would draw with chalk
And get all messy
I wish I could stop time
Stop it forever
Go off to my own world
And never come back
Because coming back would mean time would start again
And I am afraid of reality
And what life has in store for me

Authors Note: My final creative writing promt