Girls.....Three words Drama, Gossip, Scandalous
I used to think guys would bring these annoying issues
But No! My own gender..FEMALES
Hearing comments thrown around school about me
ME!
Just because of who I go out with
She not good enuff for you!
She not pretty!
You can do better!
That's when I ask myself...
Why do you care?
I mean there's nuthin else better to do with your time
Than worry about us being happy?
Tryin to break us up every chance you get
Spreadin rumors around just for us to bud heads && argue
Well I just wish the females that do this towards other relatinships would just let them be happy and if that's who they each choose to be with, thats obviously who they wanna be with
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
SORROWS
Sorrow comes an claimes me eating at my soul
embracing me in its darkness
full of nighmares, full of love, Its dark wings kept me mesmerize and holding me at bay whispering all the things i could have without something to give or the pain some have pay.
At first i was a novice, but i know sorrow didn't care for instead of scorning me with anger, it help me stand up for myself.
My rank increase and sorrow became a parent in the coldness of the corners that kept on healing every day.
For some reason i kept going and i feel content with myself,
and the people who have suffer keep on going, and dont fret.
Everyone's a hero; A conquer battle they have had.
keep on fighting, keep on going,
but keep on moving forward when some experience of your
life brings you down.
My Name Is...
Cristina is my real name the
Name I have gone by for the
Last 17 years of my life.
Yesterday my name was MOODY
One minute happy, and the next
Mad not knowing why
Tomorrow my name will be HAPPY
Full of joy, and enthusiasm. Happy
That my family is growing bigger.
In my dream my name was SAD,
Sad to lose someone that
I love, and care for so much.
My mother, father, sisters, brothers,
And friends my name is ATTITUDE
Always talking back, always have
To have the last word, sometimes
Not thinking of whom I can hurt.
Inside my name is FRAGILE very
Easy to hurt, easy to break,
Sensitive like crystal.
Secretly I know my name is STRONG
Getting through whatever comes
My way. Showing that I’m
Not scared.
My name was once CONFUSED not
Knowing what I wanted out
Of life. Confused like when a
Baby is first brought into the world.
Name I have gone by for the
Last 17 years of my life.
Yesterday my name was MOODY
One minute happy, and the next
Mad not knowing why
Tomorrow my name will be HAPPY
Full of joy, and enthusiasm. Happy
That my family is growing bigger.
In my dream my name was SAD,
Sad to lose someone that
I love, and care for so much.
My mother, father, sisters, brothers,
And friends my name is ATTITUDE
Always talking back, always have
To have the last word, sometimes
Not thinking of whom I can hurt.
Inside my name is FRAGILE very
Easy to hurt, easy to break,
Sensitive like crystal.
Secretly I know my name is STRONG
Getting through whatever comes
My way. Showing that I’m
Not scared.
My name was once CONFUSED not
Knowing what I wanted out
Of life. Confused like when a
Baby is first brought into the world.
what if ?
what if?we didn't knew her
all those mistake will not happen .yet it's have a reason .
what if? i wasn't born .
y et will not be here.
what if? we didn't know Jesus .
then we will not be deliver.
what if? i wasn't a senior .
then i will not graduate .
the world have many reason but if it happens it's because we have to grow through the circumtances of life .
what if ? what if? what if?
many resonses , many reasons , but yet we perish of lack of knowledge.
Saturday, November 10, 2007
Unknown to the world
What's my name?
Everyone wonders-
I dont even know,
so dont bother to ask.
I am stuck in a world-
I don't understand.
I don't want to talk,
nor do I want to last.
Everynight I wish on-
a star that,
I could just feel great and relax.
yet,
No matter how hard I try
I will never come through or be anything.
Will I always feel pain that-
no one can undo?
Will I always feel- like a mistake?
I don't know.
I don't think I will ever know,
There for My name is unknown.
Everyone wonders-
I dont even know,
so dont bother to ask.
I am stuck in a world-
I don't understand.
I don't want to talk,
nor do I want to last.
Everynight I wish on-
a star that,
I could just feel great and relax.
yet,
No matter how hard I try
I will never come through or be anything.
Will I always feel pain that-
no one can undo?
Will I always feel- like a mistake?
I don't know.
I don't think I will ever know,
There for My name is unknown.
Thursday, November 8, 2007
First Day in Hell
“Wham”! Was the sound of my book as it was being slammed on my desk in Mrs. Jenkins’s fifth grade class. I looked up to see a skinny, 5’3”, big brown eyed girl named Allison King. She was very pretty, long hair, light brown eyes, and skinny. Everything I wanted to be and nothing I was. “Well thanks for the book”. Those were the words I mouthed as she ferociously walked away.
It was my first day at a new school and like any other fifth grader, I was terrified. I knew absolutely no one and the one person that I kind of new was a sixth grader named Melvin, who by the way didn’t want to be caught dead hanging out with a fifth grader. So when lunch time came, I sat alone. Then, to my surprise, comes the mean girl who slammed my book on my desk. “What’s your name”, she said. “Me”, I stupidly asked knowing she was talking to me because there was no one else around. “Yeah you”, she responded. “Christy”, I mumbled. And with a seemingly jealous nod, she walked away. “Well that was weird”, I silently said to myself. I had no clue as to why this girl was already giving me problems. I mean it was my first day and as if it weren’t already frightening enough, to top it all off I had my first elementary school enemy.
The next morning, I woke up to the smell of French toast, eggs, and coffee with a hint of vanilla. As I walked down the stairs I could hear my big sister telling my mom about my first day of school and how the girl was giving me trouble. I had confided in her the night before and told her not to tell anyone but unfortunately, she didn’t listen. “Good morning”, I said to my mom without looking at her because I was angrily staring at my sister. “Well good morning to you, too, Christy”, my sister happily said replying for my mom. “Yea whatever”, I responded. I sat down and ate my French toast and gulped down a glass of milk. I looked at the clock that said 7: 45. I had about fifteen minutes to get dressed because school started at 8: 15. So I ran up the stairs and put my uniform on.
While my mom drove my sister and me to school we listened to the radio station. One of the songs that I had been singing all week came on but yet I didn’t budge. I was too deep in thought thinking about the girl who didn’t like me. My mom must have noticed it, too, because she looked at me through the rear view mirror and asked me what was wrong. I heard every word she said, but yet I pretended I heard nothing and ignored her.
When my stop came, I dreaded the fact of getting out the car and facing yet another day of the cruel elementary school world. I kissed my mom goodbye and slapped my sister on the arm and gave her one of those “I’m gonna get you” looks. As I walked up the stairs to my classroom I saw the girl standing out in the hall with some of her friends. As I turned to walk away, she yelled, “Hey Christy!” I stopped in the middle of the hall, scared of what the outcome of this might be. So many thoughts raced through my head. “Was she about to beat me up? Were they about to make fun of me? Were they going to pull my hair and shove me around?” I turned around and as a cool as possible I said, “Hey, what’s up”, she said “My name’s Allison and this is Precious and Kelsey.” I smiled at her and nodded to the two of them. As her and her friends walked off she smiled and said, “Well I guess I’ll see you in class.” At that moment, I felt a warm sensation inside of my stomach, I knew I had made friends.
“Alright class, partner up be sure to choose someone you aren’t familiar with”. We were instructed by Mrs. Jenkins to find someone we didn’t know and introduce ourselves and then to introduce our partners to the class. I had plenty of options because I didn’t know a single face. I walked around for about five minutes looking for someone who didn’t have a partner. It felt like I was a mouse caught in a maze trying to find my cheese. I felt a tap on my shoulder , I turned around and saw it was Allison. “Wanna be my partner?” I smiled and agreed.
We found out so much about each other within those thirty minutes. We also realized that we shared the same likes and dislikes. She hated green food and so did I. She loved macaroni and cheese and so did I. We also found out we were both fans of the color pink. And oddly enough, we looked down and saw that we were wearing the exact same pair of shoes. We laughed the entire time. So when I felt comfortable enough, I confronted her about the day before. She said, “Well I was a little upset because you were wearing the exact same bow I was wearing”. (It may seem a little strange but we were ten years old and just about anything could upset us). That became a turning point in our relationship and the start of a new friendship.
From that day on we became inseparable. Wherever I was, she was. Whatever I did, she did. She even invited me to come with her family on a vacation to Florida. We made prank phone calls all night long, we stayed up until about one in the morning, which was pretty late for ten year olds. We ate just about anything that was edible. We went swimming every morning and every night and even cried when it was time to leave the resort because we knew we weren’t going to have another vacation like that for a while.
How could what seemed like a bully and a nerd become such close friends? The question still remains unanswered because we choose not to answer it. What appeared to be a story of elementary school blues turned into a life of happiness between two girls who were the exact opposite in appearance but the exact same at heart. And to this day we talk on the phone for hours, text message each other in every class, and hang out on every weekend. The representation of an eternal friendship!
It was my first day at a new school and like any other fifth grader, I was terrified. I knew absolutely no one and the one person that I kind of new was a sixth grader named Melvin, who by the way didn’t want to be caught dead hanging out with a fifth grader. So when lunch time came, I sat alone. Then, to my surprise, comes the mean girl who slammed my book on my desk. “What’s your name”, she said. “Me”, I stupidly asked knowing she was talking to me because there was no one else around. “Yeah you”, she responded. “Christy”, I mumbled. And with a seemingly jealous nod, she walked away. “Well that was weird”, I silently said to myself. I had no clue as to why this girl was already giving me problems. I mean it was my first day and as if it weren’t already frightening enough, to top it all off I had my first elementary school enemy.
The next morning, I woke up to the smell of French toast, eggs, and coffee with a hint of vanilla. As I walked down the stairs I could hear my big sister telling my mom about my first day of school and how the girl was giving me trouble. I had confided in her the night before and told her not to tell anyone but unfortunately, she didn’t listen. “Good morning”, I said to my mom without looking at her because I was angrily staring at my sister. “Well good morning to you, too, Christy”, my sister happily said replying for my mom. “Yea whatever”, I responded. I sat down and ate my French toast and gulped down a glass of milk. I looked at the clock that said 7: 45. I had about fifteen minutes to get dressed because school started at 8: 15. So I ran up the stairs and put my uniform on.
While my mom drove my sister and me to school we listened to the radio station. One of the songs that I had been singing all week came on but yet I didn’t budge. I was too deep in thought thinking about the girl who didn’t like me. My mom must have noticed it, too, because she looked at me through the rear view mirror and asked me what was wrong. I heard every word she said, but yet I pretended I heard nothing and ignored her.
When my stop came, I dreaded the fact of getting out the car and facing yet another day of the cruel elementary school world. I kissed my mom goodbye and slapped my sister on the arm and gave her one of those “I’m gonna get you” looks. As I walked up the stairs to my classroom I saw the girl standing out in the hall with some of her friends. As I turned to walk away, she yelled, “Hey Christy!” I stopped in the middle of the hall, scared of what the outcome of this might be. So many thoughts raced through my head. “Was she about to beat me up? Were they about to make fun of me? Were they going to pull my hair and shove me around?” I turned around and as a cool as possible I said, “Hey, what’s up”, she said “My name’s Allison and this is Precious and Kelsey.” I smiled at her and nodded to the two of them. As her and her friends walked off she smiled and said, “Well I guess I’ll see you in class.” At that moment, I felt a warm sensation inside of my stomach, I knew I had made friends.
“Alright class, partner up be sure to choose someone you aren’t familiar with”. We were instructed by Mrs. Jenkins to find someone we didn’t know and introduce ourselves and then to introduce our partners to the class. I had plenty of options because I didn’t know a single face. I walked around for about five minutes looking for someone who didn’t have a partner. It felt like I was a mouse caught in a maze trying to find my cheese. I felt a tap on my shoulder , I turned around and saw it was Allison. “Wanna be my partner?” I smiled and agreed.
We found out so much about each other within those thirty minutes. We also realized that we shared the same likes and dislikes. She hated green food and so did I. She loved macaroni and cheese and so did I. We also found out we were both fans of the color pink. And oddly enough, we looked down and saw that we were wearing the exact same pair of shoes. We laughed the entire time. So when I felt comfortable enough, I confronted her about the day before. She said, “Well I was a little upset because you were wearing the exact same bow I was wearing”. (It may seem a little strange but we were ten years old and just about anything could upset us). That became a turning point in our relationship and the start of a new friendship.
From that day on we became inseparable. Wherever I was, she was. Whatever I did, she did. She even invited me to come with her family on a vacation to Florida. We made prank phone calls all night long, we stayed up until about one in the morning, which was pretty late for ten year olds. We ate just about anything that was edible. We went swimming every morning and every night and even cried when it was time to leave the resort because we knew we weren’t going to have another vacation like that for a while.
How could what seemed like a bully and a nerd become such close friends? The question still remains unanswered because we choose not to answer it. What appeared to be a story of elementary school blues turned into a life of happiness between two girls who were the exact opposite in appearance but the exact same at heart. And to this day we talk on the phone for hours, text message each other in every class, and hang out on every weekend. The representation of an eternal friendship!
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
What is My Name?
Who is LaShonda
Everyone thinks moody describes me
Tossing my feelings back and forward
On the inside my name is happiness
Happy to be me
Yesterday my name was sorrow
Sad one moment, floating on clouds the next
I guess that's why everyone thinks it's moody
Disappointment was once part of me
LaShonda wasn't the person she loved on the inside
Love was in my dream
Holding hands tightly
Soon my name will be Sorrow again
Bad things happen constantly
My 5 Pictures
5 Pictures
“Oh no you didn’t”, I shouted out! Water splashes everywhere. Colored rubber was all over the cement. I remember having a confused look on my face. “Who did that”, I asked. Running seemed like 10mph was sickening. Heavy breathing coming from everyone, while trying to get away from those ambitious rivals. Black eye makeup running down my cheeks after I got hit in the face with one. A drenched shirt covering my body. There goes that anguish and confused look again. “Who did that”, laughter coming from a corner, It was my crush,” take a wild guess”!
“Ready to get spooked”, I asked. It was the 31st day of October and very windy at that. Leaves were drifting from one path to the next. Glowing orange edible gourd like fruit on every porch. This night I fantasize of the chocolate, blow pops, bubble gum, and sum skittles just until I hear the roaring sound of that vicious chainsaw coming closer while we were running to that chocolate covered Honda on the red painted curb. “I can’t believe they got your car”, I laughed. “Well in lease we got more chocolate than we expected”
We may not be upperclassmen, but we for sure will have our senior skip day”, I laughed. It was the third month of the year almost spring break but not quite. I loved this day, it felt just right. Not too cold, not too hot, it was cloudy and warm, just how I liked it. My friends and I were goofing off and doing flips on that black and blue bouncy trampoline. Nearly killing each other while wrestling one another. Cat fighting is what I call it. Eating chips, candy, and drinking cold refreshing Dr. pepper while watching 106 & Park jamming. “Next time we do this gone have to be actual spring break”, everyone agreed “Yep”!
“I’m Sorry, you can’t get into the movie without an I.D showing that you’re 18, said the salesmen. Damn I never knew I had to be 18 to go on a date. Well that’s what it felt like to me. My Boyfriend and I was sitting side by side outside the theater full of anger not being able to see a movie because there’s not a parent or “guardian” around. “Would you want a parent tagging along on your date”, I asked aloud. We finally politely asked a friendly guy to purchase our tickets so we could see the movie we desperately had been waiting to see. “Despite my anger, I’m glad I was able to see the movie with you”, I said to him afterwards with a smile while he walked me to my mom’s car.
The 18th year of my life is what I’ve always waited for. It was 9-27 and I couldn’t remember a day I was happier than this one. Getting hugs from family, friends, and the guy who is no longer my crush, but now my boyfriend was exciting. Walking a rose-pedaled path toward his room so thrilled to see what’s behind the door. Suddenly I see what’s behind the door and it’s three huge helium feeled balloons, a big fluffy teddy bear, a card full of words that will never be forgotten and adoring red and yellow roses just waiting for me. A week later after my birthday, I was still celebrating, yep believe it! My boyfriend took me out to get my grub on at Red Lobster, and man didn’t I? That food was so delicious. Then I turned to my wonderful boyfriend and smiled again while saying”, “I Love You”, and “I Loved my birthday”!
“Oh no you didn’t”, I shouted out! Water splashes everywhere. Colored rubber was all over the cement. I remember having a confused look on my face. “Who did that”, I asked. Running seemed like 10mph was sickening. Heavy breathing coming from everyone, while trying to get away from those ambitious rivals. Black eye makeup running down my cheeks after I got hit in the face with one. A drenched shirt covering my body. There goes that anguish and confused look again. “Who did that”, laughter coming from a corner, It was my crush,” take a wild guess”!
“Ready to get spooked”, I asked. It was the 31st day of October and very windy at that. Leaves were drifting from one path to the next. Glowing orange edible gourd like fruit on every porch. This night I fantasize of the chocolate, blow pops, bubble gum, and sum skittles just until I hear the roaring sound of that vicious chainsaw coming closer while we were running to that chocolate covered Honda on the red painted curb. “I can’t believe they got your car”, I laughed. “Well in lease we got more chocolate than we expected”
We may not be upperclassmen, but we for sure will have our senior skip day”, I laughed. It was the third month of the year almost spring break but not quite. I loved this day, it felt just right. Not too cold, not too hot, it was cloudy and warm, just how I liked it. My friends and I were goofing off and doing flips on that black and blue bouncy trampoline. Nearly killing each other while wrestling one another. Cat fighting is what I call it. Eating chips, candy, and drinking cold refreshing Dr. pepper while watching 106 & Park jamming. “Next time we do this gone have to be actual spring break”, everyone agreed “Yep”!
“I’m Sorry, you can’t get into the movie without an I.D showing that you’re 18, said the salesmen. Damn I never knew I had to be 18 to go on a date. Well that’s what it felt like to me. My Boyfriend and I was sitting side by side outside the theater full of anger not being able to see a movie because there’s not a parent or “guardian” around. “Would you want a parent tagging along on your date”, I asked aloud. We finally politely asked a friendly guy to purchase our tickets so we could see the movie we desperately had been waiting to see. “Despite my anger, I’m glad I was able to see the movie with you”, I said to him afterwards with a smile while he walked me to my mom’s car.
The 18th year of my life is what I’ve always waited for. It was 9-27 and I couldn’t remember a day I was happier than this one. Getting hugs from family, friends, and the guy who is no longer my crush, but now my boyfriend was exciting. Walking a rose-pedaled path toward his room so thrilled to see what’s behind the door. Suddenly I see what’s behind the door and it’s three huge helium feeled balloons, a big fluffy teddy bear, a card full of words that will never be forgotten and adoring red and yellow roses just waiting for me. A week later after my birthday, I was still celebrating, yep believe it! My boyfriend took me out to get my grub on at Red Lobster, and man didn’t I? That food was so delicious. Then I turned to my wonderful boyfriend and smiled again while saying”, “I Love You”, and “I Loved my birthday”!
Love said to me...
Love said to me...everybody needs love
but you made yourself
an exeption
one day you will believe in me
and i'll wait for you patiently
as you begin
I wont pressure you
into loving someone
i'll just be here when the right time
comes
And when you're sad because of a heartbreak
dont worry about it
i'll be here
not to try to make you stop crying
but to help you mend
those broken pieces
of your heart that seem to be falling off
I wont judge you
because you seemed to be an exception
but welcome you
with open arms to my love
So dont worry
no matter how much you try
to be an exception to love
you will be here someday
and i'll be here waiting
sincerely Love
Dad
I love you, I love you where ever you are.
Find me, Find me or we wont know.
I feel you in my soul,
In my spirit, in my head, and everywhere I go.
People say I am the exact replicante of you and I'll
never know. Why were you selfish, and decieving.
I love you and dont know why.
not ever having a father is tuff. I wanna change
for the better and never the worst, but you've made me a strong girl
and you wont ever know why.
Find me, Find me or we wont know.
I feel you in my soul,
In my spirit, in my head, and everywhere I go.
People say I am the exact replicante of you and I'll
never know. Why were you selfish, and decieving.
I love you and dont know why.
not ever having a father is tuff. I wanna change
for the better and never the worst, but you've made me a strong girl
and you wont ever know why.
I AM Who I Am
I AM
I AM who I am
Me, Myself, & I, that’s, me
Born and raised in ATX
Man it’s the best!
A short, brown-eyed mami from the South
I AM who I am
Luscious Libra LaShonda
A nice, caramel colored female
I’m a rose
Blooming in the summer time
WAITING…
WAITING for fall…
Senior Year!
I AM who I am
A Student
A senior finally
I’m like a tutor
Helping lil sis get around as a freshman
Being in high school as a freshman is like
Being in the white house for the first time
I AM who I am
I have a dream
That one day…
I will go to college
And soon after…
Start a family
And I AM who I am
As happy as a poor man
Winning the lottery
Happy to be me
Happy to be myself
Happy to just be LaShonda
I AM who I am
Me, Myself, & I, that’s, me
Born and raised in ATX
Man it’s the best!
A short, brown-eyed mami from the South
I AM who I am
Luscious Libra LaShonda
A nice, caramel colored female
I’m a rose
Blooming in the summer time
WAITING…
WAITING for fall…
Senior Year!
I AM who I am
A Student
A senior finally
I’m like a tutor
Helping lil sis get around as a freshman
Being in high school as a freshman is like
Being in the white house for the first time
I AM who I am
I have a dream
That one day…
I will go to college
And soon after…
Start a family
And I AM who I am
As happy as a poor man
Winning the lottery
Happy to be me
Happy to be myself
Happy to just be LaShonda
Catching a Sweet Falling Kiss
Up on the truck in front of my house holding him, my arms around his neck. His back facing my front putting all my wright to his back. Telling him sweet things in his ear that he loves to hear. Talking to him softly. Just holding him, then all of a sudden he turns and faces me. Looking eye-to-eye. Holding hands. Head to head. Then all of a sudden i start to lean forward in to his lips. His lips catch mine from falling, then we back away fast laughing at what just happened. Not just shortly he picks me up from the truck spun me around and places me on the ground softly. Put his arms around me and kisses me again, but this time we don't back away fast we keep that moment the same till night comes.
I Am What I Am
I am what I am, because who I am is ME!
Either you can love me
You can hate me
I really don’t care what you feel
Cause it’s only in my nature to keep it real
I’ll be here for a while
What?
You don’t like me?
It’s like they’re in Africa cause they stay in denial (The Nile)
I’m way too real
Don’t fraternize with the fake
I kill a cat with kindness
That’s why I’m the hardest to hate
I am more than what you “Think” you know
I am more than what you “See”
I must be honey
Since I’m what most girls wanna bee
I’m OH SO confident
I’ve been known to boast, yeah I brag
That’s why they envy, they hate, they nag
Sometimes I feel like Tupac, “All eyes on me”
But I don’t try to conform or fit in
I’m content in “Doin Me”
Yes, I may favor my mother
I may even remind you of another
But I am in no way, shape, form, or fashion like any other
So 4get what you “Think”
It aint about what you “See”
I am what I am, because who I am is ME!
Either you can love me
You can hate me
I really don’t care what you feel
Cause it’s only in my nature to keep it real
I’ll be here for a while
What?
You don’t like me?
It’s like they’re in Africa cause they stay in denial (The Nile)
I’m way too real
Don’t fraternize with the fake
I kill a cat with kindness
That’s why I’m the hardest to hate
I am more than what you “Think” you know
I am more than what you “See”
I must be honey
Since I’m what most girls wanna bee
I’m OH SO confident
I’ve been known to boast, yeah I brag
That’s why they envy, they hate, they nag
Sometimes I feel like Tupac, “All eyes on me”
But I don’t try to conform or fit in
I’m content in “Doin Me”
Yes, I may favor my mother
I may even remind you of another
But I am in no way, shape, form, or fashion like any other
So 4get what you “Think”
It aint about what you “See”
I am what I am, because who I am is ME!
I am me so let me be!
I am me so let me be!
I am
Lost
Confused
Don’t know which path to choose
Should I be what they want me to be?
Or should I just be me?
A quiet
Shy girl
That wears all black
And is a metal head for life
I am me so let me be
I hate pink it’s not my thing
People say I look mean
But they just don’t know me
I am me so let me be
I am a girl with a broken heart
My heart is like a broken bottle
Shattered into millions of painful peaces
I am me so let me be
I have a dream
That one day things will get better
And then my search for happiness will end
Don’t tell me god is real
That’s not how I feel
Stop trying to change my beliefs
It would be such a relief
I am me so let me be
I am kind and sweet
But mean as can be
When you mess with me
I’m tired of being what you want me to be
I am me so let me be
By: Anai Romero
I am
Lost
Confused
Don’t know which path to choose
Should I be what they want me to be?
Or should I just be me?
A quiet
Shy girl
That wears all black
And is a metal head for life
I am me so let me be
I hate pink it’s not my thing
People say I look mean
But they just don’t know me
I am me so let me be
I am a girl with a broken heart
My heart is like a broken bottle
Shattered into millions of painful peaces
I am me so let me be
I have a dream
That one day things will get better
And then my search for happiness will end
Don’t tell me god is real
That’s not how I feel
Stop trying to change my beliefs
It would be such a relief
I am me so let me be
I am kind and sweet
But mean as can be
When you mess with me
I’m tired of being what you want me to be
I am me so let me be
By: Anai Romero
Life
I can t find myself to cry.
I cry in my soul. there lies a river of tears red and dark
full of sorrow. I stay so strong
for the person I love.
but I can only take so much. Blood should and aways will be thicker than water,
and you should always be there for
family. It feels like I'm wrong when I know I'm right.
You just don't listen and don't seem to care.
They try to tear us apart. I don't need a dog to
tell me your fading and I'm watching you as I stay the same.
I cry in my soul. there lies a river of tears red and dark
full of sorrow. I stay so strong
for the person I love.
but I can only take so much. Blood should and aways will be thicker than water,
and you should always be there for
family. It feels like I'm wrong when I know I'm right.
You just don't listen and don't seem to care.
They try to tear us apart. I don't need a dog to
tell me your fading and I'm watching you as I stay the same.
Writing Next to Peace
This is a moment when
I don't think in anything else.
there's so much tranquility and it makes me
feel well with all the things that are around me.
That expression on my face can describe
each one of the feelings I am feeling
right now, and how they come out
through my eyes.
What's the subject of my book?
well, those books were a trip to
the place where now I am in,
they were giving me the pure knowledge
that today recides in my mind
as concrete in a house.
That old bench standing under my feet
still take care of that unforgetable moments,
and the green leaves are still born each
year to remind me that they as my
knowledge are still there and will last
there until I decide to take them out.
All these things are part of the past, but
also part of my present and future because
they taught me how to arrive
to the place where you see me now.
I don't think in anything else.
there's so much tranquility and it makes me
feel well with all the things that are around me.
That expression on my face can describe
each one of the feelings I am feeling
right now, and how they come out
through my eyes.
What's the subject of my book?
well, those books were a trip to
the place where now I am in,
they were giving me the pure knowledge
that today recides in my mind
as concrete in a house.
That old bench standing under my feet
still take care of that unforgetable moments,
and the green leaves are still born each
year to remind me that they as my
knowledge are still there and will last
there until I decide to take them out.
All these things are part of the past, but
also part of my present and future because
they taught me how to arrive
to the place where you see me now.
If i were a peom
If I were a poem
I wouldn’t be the one who gets hurt
And brakes down to cry
I wouldn’t be scared of what
My stanzas would reveal
My soul would be crystal clear
My emotions would shine
My feelings would fly
If I were a poem
You would look at me
And shiver at the
Magnificent glories site
Of how all my words caught your eyes
If I were a poem
Salty raindrops would cover your eyes
Because you would of know that you
Let a grate thing go bye
If I were a poem
I would be all right
Because I would have know thatEverything of me would be right
I wouldn’t be the one who gets hurt
And brakes down to cry
I wouldn’t be scared of what
My stanzas would reveal
My soul would be crystal clear
My emotions would shine
My feelings would fly
If I were a poem
You would look at me
And shiver at the
Magnificent glories site
Of how all my words caught your eyes
If I were a poem
Salty raindrops would cover your eyes
Because you would of know that you
Let a grate thing go bye
If I were a poem
I would be all right
Because I would have know thatEverything of me would be right
My Satisfaction
This is a visual of one of the characters from my fiction, "Two Hearts". Her name is Rea and she is the most cruel in the "Two Hearts" story:
I killed Micheal two years ago. I gave birth to him but I wouldn't call him my son. I left him at the doorstep of my enemy when he was born. My enemy is a woman who took my love away from me, so I killed her husband by possessing a wolf and tore at his neck right in front of her eyes. My enemy was devistated, as I expected.
And to give her more misery, I spiritually messed with her perfect health and gave her a miscarriage. It was to be the child of her husband's blood, three months in the womb at the time. I knew after two weeks of mourning over her late husband, and to take away her last hope in having a family of her own, it would put her in the deepest depression, and put me in the best pleasure. She went into hiding after that, but I knew where she was. Nine months later, her happiness returned when making the bond between Baby Micheal and herself. Then six years later...her devistation returned when I accused Young Micheal being a witch. I am a witch myself and hypnotized everyone of our town to believe me. I told all my followers that he couldn't smell or taste, that's not normal at all, he's a witch. We then took him away to the gallows with his adoptive mother knocked out that dark night. My enemy screamed her loudest the next morning. She actually screamed. It must be...that actually keeping something in her arms, watch it grow, just to get choked to the neck with no cover over its cold face, is what breaks a mother apart. How entertaining.
She tried to hurt me in vengence, but I was stronger. I made her scared of me and to never try and fight me again. She was a teacher,but now she stays at home alone. She can't stand seeing other children that were known as 'normal'. I support her by giving her food and money every month. I still do to this day. And though she hated my presence, I was satisfied.
I killed Micheal two years ago. I gave birth to him but I wouldn't call him my son. I left him at the doorstep of my enemy when he was born. My enemy is a woman who took my love away from me, so I killed her husband by possessing a wolf and tore at his neck right in front of her eyes. My enemy was devistated, as I expected.
And to give her more misery, I spiritually messed with her perfect health and gave her a miscarriage. It was to be the child of her husband's blood, three months in the womb at the time. I knew after two weeks of mourning over her late husband, and to take away her last hope in having a family of her own, it would put her in the deepest depression, and put me in the best pleasure. She went into hiding after that, but I knew where she was. Nine months later, her happiness returned when making the bond between Baby Micheal and herself. Then six years later...her devistation returned when I accused Young Micheal being a witch. I am a witch myself and hypnotized everyone of our town to believe me. I told all my followers that he couldn't smell or taste, that's not normal at all, he's a witch. We then took him away to the gallows with his adoptive mother knocked out that dark night. My enemy screamed her loudest the next morning. She actually screamed. It must be...that actually keeping something in her arms, watch it grow, just to get choked to the neck with no cover over its cold face, is what breaks a mother apart. How entertaining.
She tried to hurt me in vengence, but I was stronger. I made her scared of me and to never try and fight me again. She was a teacher,but now she stays at home alone. She can't stand seeing other children that were known as 'normal'. I support her by giving her food and money every month. I still do to this day. And though she hated my presence, I was satisfied.
My name is....
My name is Tiffany,
Yesterday I was lonely, and cold,
I wanted that special person by my side.
Tomorrow I will be hoping for another day,
knowing that today was not promised scares me.
When I dream I am sleepy hollow I like to sleep peacefully in my bed.
I show my mom I am Ms. Innocent because
I don't want to be a disappointment.
Inside my soul I want to be different, I want to change for the
good and never the bad.
Secretly I am a broken heart
I have been hurt numeral times.
Yesterday I was lonely, and cold,
I wanted that special person by my side.
Tomorrow I will be hoping for another day,
knowing that today was not promised scares me.
When I dream I am sleepy hollow I like to sleep peacefully in my bed.
I show my mom I am Ms. Innocent because
I don't want to be a disappointment.
Inside my soul I want to be different, I want to change for the
good and never the bad.
Secretly I am a broken heart
I have been hurt numeral times.
CPS
CPS is not a bad place.
Girls and boys don't go there because they are bad. They go there because their family can't take care of them or drugs or because they got raped.
You think that your life is screwed up?
You think fighting with your family or little brother or sis is bad?
Then you're wrong.
Many girls or boys here don't have a family.
They have people running their lives for them.
They get told who they can talk to, what school or house you're going to live at and what time of job you are going to get.
You think you pay from your job or your pay of allowence is bad?
Try buying things with three dollars a week.
Try buying your hygiene with twelve dollars a month.
We barely get to do what normal kids do.
Many of kids get torn away from their family and never get to see them again, because the caseworker thinks it's the right thing to do.
Us kids that are in it go to public school and get made fun of because we are in CPS care and they think our parents or family don't want us.
THAT'S NOT TRUE!
When will you get the clue that all we want to do is to be normal like ya'll and not feel any diffrent?
When will we be seen of what's inside of us and not what's through us?
I am one of those kids in CPS and all I want to do is to be normal and not feel any diffrent.
I want to be able to date and have a boyfriend who is not scared to date a girl who is in CPS care.
I don't want ya'll to feel sorry for me because that won't change the damage that has been done.
But be proud of where you are and love your parents and your annoying little sister or brother and be yourself.
For what you have, alot of girls and boys of any age don't.
Girls and boys don't go there because they are bad. They go there because their family can't take care of them or drugs or because they got raped.
You think that your life is screwed up?
You think fighting with your family or little brother or sis is bad?
Then you're wrong.
Many girls or boys here don't have a family.
They have people running their lives for them.
They get told who they can talk to, what school or house you're going to live at and what time of job you are going to get.
You think you pay from your job or your pay of allowence is bad?
Try buying things with three dollars a week.
Try buying your hygiene with twelve dollars a month.
We barely get to do what normal kids do.
Many of kids get torn away from their family and never get to see them again, because the caseworker thinks it's the right thing to do.
Us kids that are in it go to public school and get made fun of because we are in CPS care and they think our parents or family don't want us.
THAT'S NOT TRUE!
When will you get the clue that all we want to do is to be normal like ya'll and not feel any diffrent?
When will we be seen of what's inside of us and not what's through us?
I am one of those kids in CPS and all I want to do is to be normal and not feel any diffrent.
I want to be able to date and have a boyfriend who is not scared to date a girl who is in CPS care.
I don't want ya'll to feel sorry for me because that won't change the damage that has been done.
But be proud of where you are and love your parents and your annoying little sister or brother and be yourself.
For what you have, alot of girls and boys of any age don't.
my name is
My name is
Yesterday may name was Pain
I had failed
I had giving up
On everything and everyone
Including my self
Sad to say but my pass
Is a terrible battle I have lost
But today my name is Hope
Hope towards the future
Hope for what life may bring me by
Tomorrow my name will be Success
I will have conquered everything
People think my name is
Funny bunny
Joy toy even
Daffy duck
However my real name is
Dulce, Kandy, Sweet
My name once was Shyness
And in the deepest of me
Where no one has ever seen
My name is Emotional
Secretly my name is Loneliness
But whatever happens my name willAlways be Me
Yesterday may name was Pain
I had failed
I had giving up
On everything and everyone
Including my self
Sad to say but my pass
Is a terrible battle I have lost
But today my name is Hope
Hope towards the future
Hope for what life may bring me by
Tomorrow my name will be Success
I will have conquered everything
People think my name is
Funny bunny
Joy toy even
Daffy duck
However my real name is
Dulce, Kandy, Sweet
My name once was Shyness
And in the deepest of me
Where no one has ever seen
My name is Emotional
Secretly my name is Loneliness
But whatever happens my name willAlways be Me
Monday, November 5, 2007
"MY REAL NAME"
The name that life gave to my self
when I was little was “liberty”.
At that time I wanted to express my self
beyond of rules and prohibitions;
but today I don’t know in which moment
I changed my thoughts and lost the goal I had established to my life.
Suddenly I noticed that I had exchanged “liberty” for
the nonsense name of “regret”.
I feel ashamed;
ashamed of what it could have been,
to feel my imagination
as the only book of amendments,
and to look at my self as unstoppable.
Unfortunately today I wake up in a world
where even weak breakable rules
are owner of my decision.
I would love to have wings
and fly away from rejection;
And let away my broken accomplishments,
‘cause I know that my freedom gotta be near
somewhere waiting for me to come;
in the very same place where I left it by taking society rules.
I hope I’ll find it after discovering my own self;
and give myself a chance to see
that “regret” is not my real identity
but an excuse to cover my fears to failure;
till that day I’ll say that I wasn’t lost,
I was just recovering force to show why life
thought I was more than “regret” :
…….. “Liberty”
when I was little was “liberty”.
At that time I wanted to express my self
beyond of rules and prohibitions;
but today I don’t know in which moment
I changed my thoughts and lost the goal I had established to my life.
Suddenly I noticed that I had exchanged “liberty” for
the nonsense name of “regret”.
I feel ashamed;
ashamed of what it could have been,
to feel my imagination
as the only book of amendments,
and to look at my self as unstoppable.
Unfortunately today I wake up in a world
where even weak breakable rules
are owner of my decision.
I would love to have wings
and fly away from rejection;
And let away my broken accomplishments,
‘cause I know that my freedom gotta be near
somewhere waiting for me to come;
in the very same place where I left it by taking society rules.
I hope I’ll find it after discovering my own self;
and give myself a chance to see
that “regret” is not my real identity
but an excuse to cover my fears to failure;
till that day I’ll say that I wasn’t lost,
I was just recovering force to show why life
thought I was more than “regret” :
…….. “Liberty”
If I Were a Poem
If I were a poem
I would bleed off the pages,
Until my rivers went dry
If I were a poem
My words would be burgundy,
For a dying rose
If I were a poem
I would dress in white,
For a wedding
If I were a poem
I would radiate tears,
From the center of my page
If I were a poem
I would have wings of a Dove,So I can fly away…
I would bleed off the pages,
Until my rivers went dry
If I were a poem
My words would be burgundy,
For a dying rose
If I were a poem
I would dress in white,
For a wedding
If I were a poem
I would radiate tears,
From the center of my page
If I were a poem
I would have wings of a Dove,So I can fly away…
Sadness said to me, I will take over all of your hapiness and suck the life out o f you.
It said to me get over it, he's gone, thres nothing you can do to change it. Sadness will turn to depression and depression will lead to insanity. All hope is lost for the one that looks forward to tomorrow will be sad for an eternity. But until then dont dwell on anything, live you life and most importyan, be happy no matter what.
It said to me get over it, he's gone, thres nothing you can do to change it. Sadness will turn to depression and depression will lead to insanity. All hope is lost for the one that looks forward to tomorrow will be sad for an eternity. But until then dont dwell on anything, live you life and most importyan, be happy no matter what.
I am me
I am me
The only one out there
That iz this way
I am real as the day I breathe
I am real
I do recognize the realist
I am this way
Cuz I am “I m lovin it”
I am this way cuz bein fake hurts
“I see tha world in tears”
I cry behind close doors
So that no can see my pain
I am strong thow
I hold my pain in
So that no 1 may see
My weakness
I promises if they knew they would hit me
Where it hurts
I am me
Can’t change me
No 1 iz stoping my “dream crushers” 4rm trying
Don’t worry u wont crush my dreams
You will only make me stronger
I am me
I am only one
I am unbreakable
I am untouchable
I am no1 u eva met
I am Alexandra Rodriguez
I am me
I am me
The only one out there
That iz this way
I am real as the day I breathe
I am real
I do recognize the realist
I am this way
Cuz I am “I m lovin it”
I am this way cuz bein fake hurts
“I see tha world in tears”
I cry behind close doors
So that no can see my pain
I am strong thow
I hold my pain in
So that no 1 may see
My weakness
I promises if they knew they would hit me
Where it hurts
I am me
Can’t change me
No 1 iz stoping my “dream crushers” 4rm trying
Don’t worry u wont crush my dreams
You will only make me stronger
I am me
I am only one
I am unbreakable
I am untouchable
I am no1 u eva met
I am Alexandra Rodriguez
I am me
My Quinciañera!
It was a special day I was happy,
Nervous, but most of all excited.
The wind blowing from side to side,
Trees planted steadfast in the ground, and
Green grass giving a smell of fresh in the air.
I didn’t have anything to regret of. My
Parents had tried a lot for me to have
My party.
I knew in that moment that they were
The best parents that anyone could have.
“You’ll have guided me the best right way
And for all of you’ll all thank you’ll today”
Dad,
Wearing a blue tuxedo with some wrinkles in it
and probably thinking about how I had grown up so fast
had a smile of happiness.
He had worked so hard for this moment to be here and
He wanted his perfect silhouette to have the best party
Ever.
Brother,
He didn’t feel nervous.
He didn’t have anything to worry about,
Except how he looked.
Shinning with that pink and black
Tuxedo that small body looked so cute.
His heart was not pounding like mine is brief
Smile showed how inside of him was tranquility.
Mom,
Standing besides my brother probably
not looking so happy but I know that It was
because she was nervous and her mind
Was in how my party was going to go. Looking
So gorgeous with her red dress she would have been
thinking “ Never feel worried for God’s with you whatever
you dream, it would come true.
Nervous, but most of all excited.
The wind blowing from side to side,
Trees planted steadfast in the ground, and
Green grass giving a smell of fresh in the air.
I didn’t have anything to regret of. My
Parents had tried a lot for me to have
My party.
I knew in that moment that they were
The best parents that anyone could have.
“You’ll have guided me the best right way
And for all of you’ll all thank you’ll today”
Dad,
Wearing a blue tuxedo with some wrinkles in it
and probably thinking about how I had grown up so fast
had a smile of happiness.
He had worked so hard for this moment to be here and
He wanted his perfect silhouette to have the best party
Ever.
Brother,
He didn’t feel nervous.
He didn’t have anything to worry about,
Except how he looked.
Shinning with that pink and black
Tuxedo that small body looked so cute.
His heart was not pounding like mine is brief
Smile showed how inside of him was tranquility.
Mom,
Standing besides my brother probably
not looking so happy but I know that It was
because she was nervous and her mind
Was in how my party was going to go. Looking
So gorgeous with her red dress she would have been
thinking “ Never feel worried for God’s with you whatever
you dream, it would come true.
Here's something I was working a long while ago...
Like the title says...
Note:
There's no real title on this piece, just something I jotted down one day and typed up the next.
I've been a bit overwhelmed with work, just so you know, so that's why It's incomplete. And the characters are not human but animals, with certain human characteristics.
Enjoy
His cell phone vibrated in his webbed paw, but not because he was receiving a call—he was about to make one. Lance breathed his composure to calm and moved his thumb-claw over the eight. Hesitation caught him where he was and his phone was folded up on the counter once again.
‘I can’t do this’, he thought.
‘Do it!’ a voice in the back of the otter’s head told him ‘Do it now before you regret it!’
His arm swiped the phone before his thoughts grabbed him again. With each beep of the buttons, the pressure in Lance’s body felt as if he would swell up and burst. His stomach boiled something unwanted and very uneasy while sweat glazed his cocoa-brown fur giving him the resemblance of fresh chocolate doughnuts fresh off of the machine.
He tapped the last number and then the green button, the dial tone repeating itself from speakerphone. Yet all the while Lance resisted the urge to faint and struggled to keep his breakfast down. The cell then gave a loud discernible ‘click’ and a gruff low but distinctive voice talked well into the air; that air feeling as if it were suddenly vacuumed out of the entire room.
“Hello?”
“Hey,” He paused trying to breathe, “Cecil, I called because I wanted to buy something!” He could hear the voice in the back of his head cursing at his pitiful choice of words but he simply ignored it.
“’Nkay. So what is it you’re looking for?”
“What do you have that is simple, effective and will get the job done,” He felt awkward already just by the contrast of their accents—with Lance’s being an easy southern accent.
“I think I have what you’re looking for.” Cecil replied.
“So you wouldn’t happen to have a gun, would you?”
“What do you mean?” the suspicion in his voice was dangerously close to Lance’s secret. He indeed needed a gun for certain purposes.
“You know. A gun!” He said again, “And a box of…”
“Uh… yeah. We got bubble gum and chewing gum with those mouth-freshening crystals in them! Especially good for an otter like yourself!” He cut Lance off before he even got to correct him.
“I said Gunnn-nuh. Not Gummm-muh!” The otter fixed his own order.
“Okay, listen.” His voice over the phone resembled a nervous father—fearful and worried but trying to sound confident for his ‘little man’, “I haven’t seen a lot of my ol’ buds from when I was younger ‘cuz of guns. I know black market ain’t legal and all but I don’t like them and I don’t think anyone should have them things.”
‘Just ignore him and buy a stupid weapon!’ that voice in the back of his head was getting to Lance. “Well, it’s just that someone tried to break into my apartment the other day and I was lucky to be alive for the next dawn.”
‘Good lie!’ the voice applauded him on.
“How about a bow and arrow instead?” Cecil joked over the phone. “I mean does it have to be a gun?”
‘Just get something that’ll be quick and easy’ the voice told Lance.
“No, I guess not. What else would you recommend?”
“A knife? I’ve got nothing against a knife. They’re real helpful. Especially in tough situations.”
“How big a knife?” Lance’s confidence was beginning to show fashion his tail wagged. Slowly back and forth in the same steady strong rhythm.
“Uhh… Maybe six inches. Does it matter?” The raccoon dulled out.
“No” Lance said, “I guess not.”
“Okay well if that’s all then that’s gonna be seven-fifty. And you should receive your order in two days.”
“Yeah, my address is…”
“I already know your address.” He cut Lance off again and the barely audible clicking sound told him he hung up.
‘That raccoon is kinda weird.’ That same voice told him.
The afternoon for Lance wasn’t without its interesting events. The cubs were riding the black tongue that rolled through the trees towards east, all lush and green just as spring would be. Furs padded their eager foot-paws over the year’s new carpet-like grass by the river in the west and the ice-cream vender never took a break from scooping a new cone for the people a rainbow of ages. The north showed a number of fine trees to rest a blanket for a picnic and basked in the breezes that would air out a wolf’s fur. Yes, spring time was truly here.
And Lance was one of the few who even dared to swim into the river; the currents were always rather strong for most. Yet for an average healthy otter like him, he pierced his slender body through water like there was no force on God’s green earth to stop him. His light blue Speedo was the only thing that made him visible against the earthly-toned rocks in the bed—otherwise; he was totally invisible amidst the currents.
Water was indeed his greatest gift to utilize at it fullest use. Surrounded by it, he felt power among other furs like no other and it showed with the super-machine-like sharp turns he managed with ease beyond others. Those equal full-circle loop-de-loops demonstrated his deft until he bulleted up, high into the air above the water. He takes his fresh breath for the next few minutes and lunges back into the swift current of the river.
Yet he knew not for what was about to happen. A second later, something splashed right next to him and caught his tail, jerking all of his air out like a damaged oxygen tank. He felt like cat just tossed into the pool, scrambling to be back on the land with the rest of the surface dwellers.
He made it out quickly, but still coughing out water shoved down his throat. He sputtered, and looked around for the thing or fur that snagged his tail.
At first he thought it was a fat little kid being a pain in the ass. Yet he was looking at another otter. And gorgeous female otter at that.
“Hello” Her sweet smooth alto voice was hardly devoid of a feminine tone to it. And the sound itself seemed to seduce with even the simplest words.
Lance was hardly breathing a few minutes ago and he wasn’t breathing now. “Umm…’I” Yet inside he was mentally slapping himself for dropping the ‘h’.
“You were what?” she said.
“Huh?” Nervous uneasy feelings began to set in and he was fearing of making a fool of himself. The silence did little to make him feel better.
“Well you said ‘I’” she swam around right behind him, “I was waiting for you finish.”
Note:
There's no real title on this piece, just something I jotted down one day and typed up the next.
I've been a bit overwhelmed with work, just so you know, so that's why It's incomplete. And the characters are not human but animals, with certain human characteristics.
Enjoy
His cell phone vibrated in his webbed paw, but not because he was receiving a call—he was about to make one. Lance breathed his composure to calm and moved his thumb-claw over the eight. Hesitation caught him where he was and his phone was folded up on the counter once again.
‘I can’t do this’, he thought.
‘Do it!’ a voice in the back of the otter’s head told him ‘Do it now before you regret it!’
His arm swiped the phone before his thoughts grabbed him again. With each beep of the buttons, the pressure in Lance’s body felt as if he would swell up and burst. His stomach boiled something unwanted and very uneasy while sweat glazed his cocoa-brown fur giving him the resemblance of fresh chocolate doughnuts fresh off of the machine.
He tapped the last number and then the green button, the dial tone repeating itself from speakerphone. Yet all the while Lance resisted the urge to faint and struggled to keep his breakfast down. The cell then gave a loud discernible ‘click’ and a gruff low but distinctive voice talked well into the air; that air feeling as if it were suddenly vacuumed out of the entire room.
“Hello?”
“Hey,” He paused trying to breathe, “Cecil, I called because I wanted to buy something!” He could hear the voice in the back of his head cursing at his pitiful choice of words but he simply ignored it.
“’Nkay. So what is it you’re looking for?”
“What do you have that is simple, effective and will get the job done,” He felt awkward already just by the contrast of their accents—with Lance’s being an easy southern accent.
“I think I have what you’re looking for.” Cecil replied.
“So you wouldn’t happen to have a gun, would you?”
“What do you mean?” the suspicion in his voice was dangerously close to Lance’s secret. He indeed needed a gun for certain purposes.
“You know. A gun!” He said again, “And a box of…”
“Uh… yeah. We got bubble gum and chewing gum with those mouth-freshening crystals in them! Especially good for an otter like yourself!” He cut Lance off before he even got to correct him.
“I said Gunnn-nuh. Not Gummm-muh!” The otter fixed his own order.
“Okay, listen.” His voice over the phone resembled a nervous father—fearful and worried but trying to sound confident for his ‘little man’, “I haven’t seen a lot of my ol’ buds from when I was younger ‘cuz of guns. I know black market ain’t legal and all but I don’t like them and I don’t think anyone should have them things.”
‘Just ignore him and buy a stupid weapon!’ that voice in the back of his head was getting to Lance. “Well, it’s just that someone tried to break into my apartment the other day and I was lucky to be alive for the next dawn.”
‘Good lie!’ the voice applauded him on.
“How about a bow and arrow instead?” Cecil joked over the phone. “I mean does it have to be a gun?”
‘Just get something that’ll be quick and easy’ the voice told Lance.
“No, I guess not. What else would you recommend?”
“A knife? I’ve got nothing against a knife. They’re real helpful. Especially in tough situations.”
“How big a knife?” Lance’s confidence was beginning to show fashion his tail wagged. Slowly back and forth in the same steady strong rhythm.
“Uhh… Maybe six inches. Does it matter?” The raccoon dulled out.
“No” Lance said, “I guess not.”
“Okay well if that’s all then that’s gonna be seven-fifty. And you should receive your order in two days.”
“Yeah, my address is…”
“I already know your address.” He cut Lance off again and the barely audible clicking sound told him he hung up.
‘That raccoon is kinda weird.’ That same voice told him.
The afternoon for Lance wasn’t without its interesting events. The cubs were riding the black tongue that rolled through the trees towards east, all lush and green just as spring would be. Furs padded their eager foot-paws over the year’s new carpet-like grass by the river in the west and the ice-cream vender never took a break from scooping a new cone for the people a rainbow of ages. The north showed a number of fine trees to rest a blanket for a picnic and basked in the breezes that would air out a wolf’s fur. Yes, spring time was truly here.
And Lance was one of the few who even dared to swim into the river; the currents were always rather strong for most. Yet for an average healthy otter like him, he pierced his slender body through water like there was no force on God’s green earth to stop him. His light blue Speedo was the only thing that made him visible against the earthly-toned rocks in the bed—otherwise; he was totally invisible amidst the currents.
Water was indeed his greatest gift to utilize at it fullest use. Surrounded by it, he felt power among other furs like no other and it showed with the super-machine-like sharp turns he managed with ease beyond others. Those equal full-circle loop-de-loops demonstrated his deft until he bulleted up, high into the air above the water. He takes his fresh breath for the next few minutes and lunges back into the swift current of the river.
Yet he knew not for what was about to happen. A second later, something splashed right next to him and caught his tail, jerking all of his air out like a damaged oxygen tank. He felt like cat just tossed into the pool, scrambling to be back on the land with the rest of the surface dwellers.
He made it out quickly, but still coughing out water shoved down his throat. He sputtered, and looked around for the thing or fur that snagged his tail.
At first he thought it was a fat little kid being a pain in the ass. Yet he was looking at another otter. And gorgeous female otter at that.
“Hello” Her sweet smooth alto voice was hardly devoid of a feminine tone to it. And the sound itself seemed to seduce with even the simplest words.
Lance was hardly breathing a few minutes ago and he wasn’t breathing now. “Umm…’I” Yet inside he was mentally slapping himself for dropping the ‘h’.
“You were what?” she said.
“Huh?” Nervous uneasy feelings began to set in and he was fearing of making a fool of himself. The silence did little to make him feel better.
“Well you said ‘I’” she swam around right behind him, “I was waiting for you finish.”
Hurt
You look into my eyes and tell me that you love me, but deep down inside I know that you don't.
Why do you have to lie to me?
Don't you know that it hurts?
I have liked you since the beginning of school but I never had the guts to tell you until now.
Now that we have dated I can tell that you only dated me because you felt sorry for me, and that really HURTS!
Sometimes I believe that you are a MAN whore!
Now when I look at you I kind of feel sorry but then I don't.
- Treyneicia Hendricks-
Why do you have to lie to me?
Don't you know that it hurts?
I have liked you since the beginning of school but I never had the guts to tell you until now.
Now that we have dated I can tell that you only dated me because you felt sorry for me, and that really HURTS!
Sometimes I believe that you are a MAN whore!
Now when I look at you I kind of feel sorry but then I don't.
- Treyneicia Hendricks-
Rough Times In my 17 yrs of my life
For the past seventeen yrs of my life it has been what you call a chaos from hospitals to friends and family saying “ Tati lets take a road trip” I have been in many many different places from Colombia to New York, Mexico, Niagara Falls, Canada and this year I have the privilege of going to Nicaragua this summer coming up and meeting my fathers family But from the adventures come the bad and scary things.
For four yrs straight I was hospitalized and the last two I was in the point of losing my life. Starting in the year 2002 I had surgery and I had to stay hospitalized for two days and that was my first time ever stepping in a hospital. Not satisfied with that I went back in 2003 but this time I had kidney stones and that made it hard for me to be able to walk because of the pain I felt. Not happy with that pain I had to go back in 2004 because this time I my stomach linings were burned that made me develop ulcers and know I cant eat to much spicy food. But not enough with that I went back in 2005 and I had viral meningitis and I spent one month in a half stuck in the same bed and in the same four wall hospital room sleeping every time because I couldn’t handle the pain. My life was hanging by the tip of a string because nobody thought I was going to make it. But I made it threw four times and I hope I wont have to go threw that again.
After three of them rough times I ended up going to high school barely passed 9th grade and 10th grade, but my junior year I did way better, I really tried and went to class not skipped as much as I did freshman and sophomore year. This year I m on my way to graduating and waiting for my diploma.
I plan that after high school I will go to ACC and do my basics for two years and after them two years transfer my self to Texas A& M in Corpus Christi for four to six years to become a pediatrician and work in Brackenridge Hospital so I can help kids the same way they helped me and saved my life
For four yrs straight I was hospitalized and the last two I was in the point of losing my life. Starting in the year 2002 I had surgery and I had to stay hospitalized for two days and that was my first time ever stepping in a hospital. Not satisfied with that I went back in 2003 but this time I had kidney stones and that made it hard for me to be able to walk because of the pain I felt. Not happy with that pain I had to go back in 2004 because this time I my stomach linings were burned that made me develop ulcers and know I cant eat to much spicy food. But not enough with that I went back in 2005 and I had viral meningitis and I spent one month in a half stuck in the same bed and in the same four wall hospital room sleeping every time because I couldn’t handle the pain. My life was hanging by the tip of a string because nobody thought I was going to make it. But I made it threw four times and I hope I wont have to go threw that again.
After three of them rough times I ended up going to high school barely passed 9th grade and 10th grade, but my junior year I did way better, I really tried and went to class not skipped as much as I did freshman and sophomore year. This year I m on my way to graduating and waiting for my diploma.
I plan that after high school I will go to ACC and do my basics for two years and after them two years transfer my self to Texas A& M in Corpus Christi for four to six years to become a pediatrician and work in Brackenridge Hospital so I can help kids the same way they helped me and saved my life
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