Don’t Go
“ Mommy please don’t go.” Trying my hardest to convince her to stay. Like a mouse fighting a lion, it was a losing battle. No matter what I said it wasn’t going to change her mind and keep her around. Standing still while looking down at me with guilt in her eyes. More like sorrow. She was torn. My mom was stuck between a rock and a hard place. My mom knew that staying home with her kids will make us happy, but it wouldn’t for her. So she let out a big sign. And told me what I didn’t want to hear. “Sorry baby but I have to go.”
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Picture Poem
Taking one of her first steps towards grandma. Feeling anxiety that she will lose her balance.
Seeing her reflection with a pointed foot on the window glass reminding me of a ballerina getting ready for class.
Thinking she’ll fall into the black medal chairs of fall down on the patterned floor of brown and khaki squares and rectangles.
Seeing Nikki taking a step forward to a pro ballerina.Looking at her in a room of four walls that are mirrors teaching little girls, and seeing the reflection of their pointed foot on the mirrors.
Halloween
Everyone being so insane
walking down the famous street
in Austin looking so
differently.
Standing in front of the light blue wall
as if we were standing in front
of the blue sky.
rushing to get out of the house
glitter flying all over the place
pink shiny lipstick tracing her
heart-shaped lips.
she was wearing a navy-blue cop costume,
black belt, and black stockings.
ready to protect me from danger
just as she always has.
highlights in her hair made her
pretty face glow.
I was wearing a nurse costume
with red long lines going down the
side of it, a hat with a red cross
on it, and shiny red-nail polish on my
filed fingernails.
with time for a quick-pose
we were hugging each other
like if we never wanted
to let go.
just like when we were
little girls, always dressing up
always together.
No matter where life
takes us.
we will always be the
best of friends.
walking down the famous street
in Austin looking so
differently.
Standing in front of the light blue wall
as if we were standing in front
of the blue sky.
rushing to get out of the house
glitter flying all over the place
pink shiny lipstick tracing her
heart-shaped lips.
she was wearing a navy-blue cop costume,
black belt, and black stockings.
ready to protect me from danger
just as she always has.
highlights in her hair made her
pretty face glow.
I was wearing a nurse costume
with red long lines going down the
side of it, a hat with a red cross
on it, and shiny red-nail polish on my
filed fingernails.
with time for a quick-pose
we were hugging each other
like if we never wanted
to let go.
just like when we were
little girls, always dressing up
always together.
No matter where life
takes us.
we will always be the
best of friends.
5 pictures
The meeting
My first time meeting Kristin was really scary for me. I was 6 years old. I was going to meet the people that wanted to be my family. I remember me stepping forward and asking rudely who she was. She kind of looked at the ground and said Kristin. She was at least 7 years old. Her long brownish blonde hair laying down her back reminded me of mine. She also had gorgeous crystal blue eyes that pulled you in like a magnet. We played on the swing set that made her feel she was flying above everyone. We talked about everything out there. She told me how much she thinks I’ll like it. After our talk I went back home with a huge smile on my face.
Pillow game
She was pulling all these huge, heavy, and colorful pillows out of the closet. She asked with a smile if I wanted to play. Man I never thought my sister had a fun side. She laughed so hard that day because of a stupid move I made. Try popping out of pillows then bang you hit a doorway. She called me retarded and said she was going to pull a Lindsay. She thanked me because she said a made her day way better.
The fight that happened that night
Kristin was about 11 years old and I was about 10 years old. Man I had never seen her so furious towards me. I could see the fire burning in her crystal eyes. Her face was so red I thought if I touched her I would get burned. I made fun of her because of it. I was so shocked by the way she responded. I saw an angry devil flying my way. Then bam my face flew to one side and I hit the ground. I never knew she would ever jaw me like that. After I hit the ground I just laid there ashamed and looked up at her. Her face became to a snow-white color. She slowly lowered her body towards mine. She looked deeply into my eyes and began to cry. I guess she felt bad for laying me out like that. She hugged me like she was never going to see me again. She probably apologized to me 50000 times that night. I just kept telling her its okay. I will see you tomorrow and good night.
The trampoline accident
The trampoline was the one material thing my sister loved dearly. Could you imagine a girl about 12 years old having the time of her life on that thing? I remember Kristin, Brittney, and I were jumping as high as we could. Then that’s when Brittney double bounced Kristin as high as she could go. I don’t know actually what happened. All I know is when she hit the rubbery surface I heard the worst sound ever. The crack of her arm could of scared anyone. She lay there white as a ghost holding her arm close to her body. Tears ran down her face like a flood. Her yelps of pain ran through everyone’s ears as a tape player on repeat. I rushed to my mom to tell her hurry come help. She looked a little confused about what was going on but she came anyway. She ran towards the trampoline but stopped dead in her tracks. She almost started crying. My sister tried to say mom but nearly passed out from the pain. Mom and I had to lift her off the trampoline and head straight to the hospital. We went to the emergency room where the doctors ran straight to her to give her attention. Her face had a dreadful look on it like she was going to die in any minute. Her arm seemed like it was almost bent backwards. She whimpered in fear as they took her to the back.
The circus
All the noise was so exciting. It was this Austin Circus we were going to my family and I. Kristin and I hadn’t been to a circus for about three or four years. Her and I couldn’t stop smiling. Then the doors opened, she grabbed my arm and dragged me down the stairs to my seat. When the circus started she looked straightforward focused like a college student. Her muscles would tighten as if the tigers were going to scratch off her face. Her heart seemed like it was about to fall out of her chest as the acrobats flew through the air. When half time came by we would run to the food. You see the childish smile on her face as she enjoyed the sugar coated snow cone. When we were riding back towards my house. Kristin would poke me in the side and say “I call dibs on the dragon flying through the clouds.” She laughed and said “remember when we were little we use to imagine stuff in the sky all the time.” She held her small stubby hand out and began to count how long ago that was. Her reply was “dang that was six years ago.” When we got to my house she gave me one of her tight bear hugs and told me that she will see me around Christmas time.
My first time meeting Kristin was really scary for me. I was 6 years old. I was going to meet the people that wanted to be my family. I remember me stepping forward and asking rudely who she was. She kind of looked at the ground and said Kristin. She was at least 7 years old. Her long brownish blonde hair laying down her back reminded me of mine. She also had gorgeous crystal blue eyes that pulled you in like a magnet. We played on the swing set that made her feel she was flying above everyone. We talked about everything out there. She told me how much she thinks I’ll like it. After our talk I went back home with a huge smile on my face.
Pillow game
She was pulling all these huge, heavy, and colorful pillows out of the closet. She asked with a smile if I wanted to play. Man I never thought my sister had a fun side. She laughed so hard that day because of a stupid move I made. Try popping out of pillows then bang you hit a doorway. She called me retarded and said she was going to pull a Lindsay. She thanked me because she said a made her day way better.
The fight that happened that night
Kristin was about 11 years old and I was about 10 years old. Man I had never seen her so furious towards me. I could see the fire burning in her crystal eyes. Her face was so red I thought if I touched her I would get burned. I made fun of her because of it. I was so shocked by the way she responded. I saw an angry devil flying my way. Then bam my face flew to one side and I hit the ground. I never knew she would ever jaw me like that. After I hit the ground I just laid there ashamed and looked up at her. Her face became to a snow-white color. She slowly lowered her body towards mine. She looked deeply into my eyes and began to cry. I guess she felt bad for laying me out like that. She hugged me like she was never going to see me again. She probably apologized to me 50000 times that night. I just kept telling her its okay. I will see you tomorrow and good night.
The trampoline accident
The trampoline was the one material thing my sister loved dearly. Could you imagine a girl about 12 years old having the time of her life on that thing? I remember Kristin, Brittney, and I were jumping as high as we could. Then that’s when Brittney double bounced Kristin as high as she could go. I don’t know actually what happened. All I know is when she hit the rubbery surface I heard the worst sound ever. The crack of her arm could of scared anyone. She lay there white as a ghost holding her arm close to her body. Tears ran down her face like a flood. Her yelps of pain ran through everyone’s ears as a tape player on repeat. I rushed to my mom to tell her hurry come help. She looked a little confused about what was going on but she came anyway. She ran towards the trampoline but stopped dead in her tracks. She almost started crying. My sister tried to say mom but nearly passed out from the pain. Mom and I had to lift her off the trampoline and head straight to the hospital. We went to the emergency room where the doctors ran straight to her to give her attention. Her face had a dreadful look on it like she was going to die in any minute. Her arm seemed like it was almost bent backwards. She whimpered in fear as they took her to the back.
The circus
All the noise was so exciting. It was this Austin Circus we were going to my family and I. Kristin and I hadn’t been to a circus for about three or four years. Her and I couldn’t stop smiling. Then the doors opened, she grabbed my arm and dragged me down the stairs to my seat. When the circus started she looked straightforward focused like a college student. Her muscles would tighten as if the tigers were going to scratch off her face. Her heart seemed like it was about to fall out of her chest as the acrobats flew through the air. When half time came by we would run to the food. You see the childish smile on her face as she enjoyed the sugar coated snow cone. When we were riding back towards my house. Kristin would poke me in the side and say “I call dibs on the dragon flying through the clouds.” She laughed and said “remember when we were little we use to imagine stuff in the sky all the time.” She held her small stubby hand out and began to count how long ago that was. Her reply was “dang that was six years ago.” When we got to my house she gave me one of her tight bear hugs and told me that she will see me around Christmas time.
Friday, November 14, 2008
i write because..
i write because its my own way of expressing myself.not only for telling myself what is happening but to remind myself that i am a strong and independent person who can make possible changes in her life.there are times that i cant turn to someone and tell them what im feeling.its like i have a great wall of china and it keeps going and going.its indistructable and no one seems to be able to destroy it.its my lifeguard in a way because it saves me from drowing in a hopeless ocean of lies and betrayel.but there r times that im vulnerable to what i hear and boom just like that im instantly hurt without any trace of what happened.how can we tell the diffrence between lies and the truth?well its learning from your mistakes and taking what you learned and take it to everyday life problems.
From The Tide
I feel the cool breeze
And I breathe in.
The darkest starry sky,
And the strong scent of ocean mist
From the tide I stand as,
You are holding my hand.
Looking outwards still,
I turn my eyes and try
To see the difference between,
Starlights or the twinkle
In your sparkling blue eyes.
From the tide I stand as
You are holding my hand.
Do they collide?
To make an angel?
I ask, and you smile.
Our lips, shining, dancing in the starlight.
Our feet, sunken in the sand,
The ocean roars, ambient rings
Reflected from your bright face.
Luminescent sparkles surround us,
From the ocean mist.
Feeling the warmth from your soft jacket
And with a smile,
I breathe in
And feel your body press
Close to me, I hold you closer as
Your damp hair grazes my neck.
Our eyes shine with happiness,
The world doesn’t matter.
From the tide as
I hold your hand.
Warm with love.
~Jon Martin
I feel the cool breeze
And I breathe in.
The darkest starry sky,
And the strong scent of ocean mist
From the tide I stand as,
You are holding my hand.
Looking outwards still,
I turn my eyes and try
To see the difference between,
Starlights or the twinkle
In your sparkling blue eyes.
From the tide I stand as
You are holding my hand.
Do they collide?
To make an angel?
I ask, and you smile.
Our lips, shining, dancing in the starlight.
Our feet, sunken in the sand,
The ocean roars, ambient rings
Reflected from your bright face.
Luminescent sparkles surround us,
From the ocean mist.
Feeling the warmth from your soft jacket
And with a smile,
I breathe in
And feel your body press
Close to me, I hold you closer as
Your damp hair grazes my neck.
Our eyes shine with happiness,
The world doesn’t matter.
From the tide as
I hold your hand.
Warm with love.
~Jon Martin
UN VISAGE ET FLEURS
Solid pupils encased by
Cones Of Grey and Cones of Brown
Obscured with means of the shape of an almond
Belying a Furrowed Brow
Belittled by a Forehead trifold
Bespecked, Surrounded by a Brun and Bronzed,
Coppered and Charcoaled skin
Sunbeams illuminating left and Umbrage Obscuring right
Downward a Suave Chemise Blanc and Heavy chain
Denim pant and cringing hands
Encircled in various color
An arched outreach of leaden rouge, burgundy, pale orange
Standing Boldly against the Lone-ness of monochromatic
Background of Ebony asphalt
A slow-pace road
A dilapidated Lavanderia
Beside the Intrusive Breeching Oak
Towering-Peering Down on Grounds Littered
By Pink Pedals, Orange Pedals, Dark Silt
White Sediments, Ashen Wood
ALL in the wake of a warming, welcoming sun
Ravens, crows, fluttering, cawing, squawking, screeching, and shrieking
Grimly_fervidly_ominously
The sky changed contrast, shifted
Glowed, radiating with a closing glare, incessantly, with a weary stare
The dusts, sands and silts on the grounds whirled softly shifting, slowing slowly
The ants, small, black, insignificantly marched unawares
The palms swayed violently, flimsily shaken
By the oncoming breezes
The waving heat waned and dissipated
The screeching halts of automobiles filled the surrounding scene
The limbs on which the flowers bloomed were rustling together in an unadjustable entanglement
No footsteps
No sign of independent movement
Then, there was the heavyweight silence
Of an ending day with a tangible sense of finality.I cast no shadow
Cones Of Grey and Cones of Brown
Obscured with means of the shape of an almond
Belying a Furrowed Brow
Belittled by a Forehead trifold
Bespecked, Surrounded by a Brun and Bronzed,
Coppered and Charcoaled skin
Sunbeams illuminating left and Umbrage Obscuring right
Downward a Suave Chemise Blanc and Heavy chain
Denim pant and cringing hands
Encircled in various color
An arched outreach of leaden rouge, burgundy, pale orange
Standing Boldly against the Lone-ness of monochromatic
Background of Ebony asphalt
A slow-pace road
A dilapidated Lavanderia
Beside the Intrusive Breeching Oak
Towering-Peering Down on Grounds Littered
By Pink Pedals, Orange Pedals, Dark Silt
White Sediments, Ashen Wood
ALL in the wake of a warming, welcoming sun
Ravens, crows, fluttering, cawing, squawking, screeching, and shrieking
Grimly_fervidly_ominously
The sky changed contrast, shifted
Glowed, radiating with a closing glare, incessantly, with a weary stare
The dusts, sands and silts on the grounds whirled softly shifting, slowing slowly
The ants, small, black, insignificantly marched unawares
The palms swayed violently, flimsily shaken
By the oncoming breezes
The waving heat waned and dissipated
The screeching halts of automobiles filled the surrounding scene
The limbs on which the flowers bloomed were rustling together in an unadjustable entanglement
No footsteps
No sign of independent movement
Then, there was the heavyweight silence
Of an ending day with a tangible sense of finality.I cast no shadow
Friday, November 7, 2008
If I were a poem
By maricruz Tierrablanca
If I were a poem I would soar to the highest point in the sky
I would travel towards the stars and across the moon
I would travel across the Atlantic Ocean to the Pacific
Then travel from the Antarctic to the Artic hemisphere
Until all around the world; my words were read
Words expressing my every thought
Words of fearlessly fires that lie inside me
Speak of the love as deep as the ocean
that I have for those close to me
Words of sorrow, joy or even faith
To tell a story of how I’ve grown as a person
The things I’ve learned
The mistakes I’ve done
Speak of the effects some people
have made in my life
If I were a poem those who read me would have a potent effect
I would be the most beautiful melody
they have ever heard
By maricruz Tierrablanca
If I were a poem I would soar to the highest point in the sky
I would travel towards the stars and across the moon
I would travel across the Atlantic Ocean to the Pacific
Then travel from the Antarctic to the Artic hemisphere
Until all around the world; my words were read
Words expressing my every thought
Words of fearlessly fires that lie inside me
Speak of the love as deep as the ocean
that I have for those close to me
Words of sorrow, joy or even faith
To tell a story of how I’ve grown as a person
The things I’ve learned
The mistakes I’ve done
Speak of the effects some people
have made in my life
If I were a poem those who read me would have a potent effect
I would be the most beautiful melody
they have ever heard
a part of me ^_^
A part of me
I’m “the roots of my ancestors”
A golden skin mejicana.
Dark crystal eyes like the night sky.
With a small nose and sharp sense of smell.
Shy like a flower hiding in the shadows.
A mejicana who’s independent.
A senior in high school; going out to college.
A girl who still has many things to discover.
A bird trapped in a cage; who wants to be free.
I ‘m a mejicana who’s been through many struggles.
I left my life in the ranch to live in the city.
My childhood left behind, to live for the future.
I was dazed and confused the time my parents divorced.
My perfect life was destroyed in those few seconds.
My heart shattered into a million pieces.
But that’s a part of my life, and who I am today.
One day I want to go back to the place where I was born.
To go back to the one who raced me like I was her own: my grandma.
The feel of the land surrounding me;
like a sheet of comfort.
The feel of the air against my skin caressing me.
For now I have no choice but to endure only pieces.
Things like celebrating el dia de los muertos.
La noche buena that makes feel like I’m back to my roots.
I’m “the roots of my ancestors”
A golden skin mejicana.
Dark crystal eyes like the night sky.
With a small nose and sharp sense of smell.
Shy like a flower hiding in the shadows.
A mejicana who’s independent.
A senior in high school; going out to college.
A girl who still has many things to discover.
A bird trapped in a cage; who wants to be free.
I ‘m a mejicana who’s been through many struggles.
I left my life in the ranch to live in the city.
My childhood left behind, to live for the future.
I was dazed and confused the time my parents divorced.
My perfect life was destroyed in those few seconds.
My heart shattered into a million pieces.
But that’s a part of my life, and who I am today.
One day I want to go back to the place where I was born.
To go back to the one who raced me like I was her own: my grandma.
The feel of the land surrounding me;
like a sheet of comfort.
The feel of the air against my skin caressing me.
For now I have no choice but to endure only pieces.
Things like celebrating el dia de los muertos.
La noche buena that makes feel like I’m back to my roots.
In My Dreams I am...
In my dreams I am not struggle
I am Carla and in my dreams I
drive a car.
Drive from my house to my grandma's,
from my grandma's , to school,and from
school to pick up Nikki then straight home.
In my dreams my car is a Scion XB.
Driving with no worries, and not in the heat.
Not having to walk to a bus stop or worry
about it leaving me.
In my dreams I am struggle free.
I am Carla and in my dreams I
drive a car.
Drive from my house to my grandma's,
from my grandma's , to school,and from
school to pick up Nikki then straight home.
In my dreams my car is a Scion XB.
Driving with no worries, and not in the heat.
Not having to walk to a bus stop or worry
about it leaving me.
In my dreams I am struggle free.
5 PICTURES OF MY SISTERS
1. It was a pretty Tuesday afternoon. When I got of school one of my sisters came pick me up the name of my sister is Sonia. After she picks me up she take me to the mall to buy me my birthday present. She told me to look for whatever I want and when I told what I want she buy it for me. 3 hours later we went to my home and I saw a lot of cars outside my house. I never image that my sisters organize me a surprise party for my birthday. When I opened the door it was to dark and was smells the delicious food that they make. When I turn on the lights I saw a lot of balloons and all my house was decorate. Also all my family and friends was there. They stared hug me and kiss me and giving me a present one of my friend give me a pretty red roses. After we eat we stared to dance a cool great music. I past a great birthday with them.
2. On July 12, 2008 one of my sisters got married. It was a super happy day to her. My family and me help my sister to organize all the thinks that she need to do on the salon. After we finish organize the salon we went to my home to get ready for the church. When my sister done of dressing she got out of the room. When I looked at her I got surprised because she was looking good with that big white dress and a big smile in her face. At 12 of clock when the big white limosine come pick up us to take us to the church. I was nerveous because i was i had to read a parograp of the bible. When she got out of the limosine all the people was outside the church and they stared looking at her. My sister sonia and me was the damas of her we was wearing a pretty pink dress. The chambelanes was wearing a black toxiro with a pink shirt. We entered to the church and the mass stared and I was nerveous waiting for moment that i had to stand up and read. When the mass end they stared taking pictures with the people. After church we went to the big pretty salon the salon was decorate with white bollons and flowers. When I entered to the salon was smalled the delicious food that they make. They make mole, rice, beans, and carnitas. When we was eating the mariachis was singing. 2 hours after my sister and my brother in law they staring dancing a romantic pretty song than all the people stared dancing. I also dance all tha night with some friends it was a fun night. The wedding ends at 2 oclock.
3. On the summer my family and me went to six flags fiesta Texas. It was a saturday morning when we was arraiving to six flags my sister Sonia and me we were on the back of the car we was talking about what we want to do on six flags. When we entered to six flags it was sorprising because its a pretty place to pass with all your family. MY sister Sonia and me we rise to the roller coaster. First it goes slow and we dont fell anything, but when the roller coaster goes fast and down its feel weired. After we finish looking around all six flags. My sisters and me takes a picture with tweaty. Then on night stared the fire works. It was looking so pretty because the sky looks with colors on it. Well the best thing is the my family and me pass a good time on six flags.
4. On November 27, 2007 my sisters and me organize a sorprise party to my mom because it was her birthday. My mom dosent know that we was organize a paryty to her. She think thar we was forgeting about her birthday. My sister Elvira take my mom to my aunts house to we can do the delicious food and decorate the house. My sister makes the food and I decorate house with bollons and confeti and in each table i put a red beautiful rose, because my mom love roses. When the food was ready was smeall good they make mole with chicken and rice. After we finish with everythink my family stared arraving to my house. Than I call my dad to he pick up my mom and take her to the house. When she opens the door we stared singing happy birthday to her she was happy and she stared crying. Then we stared eating the delicious food and when we finish eating we take the cake out the refrigerator. The cake was delicious because on the top of the cake was have grapes and straberries. When we finish eating the cake we stared dancing. The good think is that my sisters and me past a good moment with my mom on her birthday.
5. I love my sisters because they I always support me when I need them. I also help them when they need me. One they when i have a problem with my boyfriend i was really sad because i dont know what to do. When i tell to them they help me to resolve the problem. Also when im wrong in something they tell me what to do. i like to be with them because we do fun thinks together. Sometiemes we had hart time together because we are so different. Like im more crazy than them because i love to party and i took alot. My sister sonia likes to go shoping and go to partys sometimes. Elvira its more quite its the oposite of me. My sister are my best friends i love both and i thank god every day for bring them to my life they both have shown me the true definition of sisters.
1. It was a pretty Tuesday afternoon. When I got of school one of my sisters came pick me up the name of my sister is Sonia. After she picks me up she take me to the mall to buy me my birthday present. She told me to look for whatever I want and when I told what I want she buy it for me. 3 hours later we went to my home and I saw a lot of cars outside my house. I never image that my sisters organize me a surprise party for my birthday. When I opened the door it was to dark and was smells the delicious food that they make. When I turn on the lights I saw a lot of balloons and all my house was decorate. Also all my family and friends was there. They stared hug me and kiss me and giving me a present one of my friend give me a pretty red roses. After we eat we stared to dance a cool great music. I past a great birthday with them.
2. On July 12, 2008 one of my sisters got married. It was a super happy day to her. My family and me help my sister to organize all the thinks that she need to do on the salon. After we finish organize the salon we went to my home to get ready for the church. When my sister done of dressing she got out of the room. When I looked at her I got surprised because she was looking good with that big white dress and a big smile in her face. At 12 of clock when the big white limosine come pick up us to take us to the church. I was nerveous because i was i had to read a parograp of the bible. When she got out of the limosine all the people was outside the church and they stared looking at her. My sister sonia and me was the damas of her we was wearing a pretty pink dress. The chambelanes was wearing a black toxiro with a pink shirt. We entered to the church and the mass stared and I was nerveous waiting for moment that i had to stand up and read. When the mass end they stared taking pictures with the people. After church we went to the big pretty salon the salon was decorate with white bollons and flowers. When I entered to the salon was smalled the delicious food that they make. They make mole, rice, beans, and carnitas. When we was eating the mariachis was singing. 2 hours after my sister and my brother in law they staring dancing a romantic pretty song than all the people stared dancing. I also dance all tha night with some friends it was a fun night. The wedding ends at 2 oclock.
3. On the summer my family and me went to six flags fiesta Texas. It was a saturday morning when we was arraiving to six flags my sister Sonia and me we were on the back of the car we was talking about what we want to do on six flags. When we entered to six flags it was sorprising because its a pretty place to pass with all your family. MY sister Sonia and me we rise to the roller coaster. First it goes slow and we dont fell anything, but when the roller coaster goes fast and down its feel weired. After we finish looking around all six flags. My sisters and me takes a picture with tweaty. Then on night stared the fire works. It was looking so pretty because the sky looks with colors on it. Well the best thing is the my family and me pass a good time on six flags.
4. On November 27, 2007 my sisters and me organize a sorprise party to my mom because it was her birthday. My mom dosent know that we was organize a paryty to her. She think thar we was forgeting about her birthday. My sister Elvira take my mom to my aunts house to we can do the delicious food and decorate the house. My sister makes the food and I decorate house with bollons and confeti and in each table i put a red beautiful rose, because my mom love roses. When the food was ready was smeall good they make mole with chicken and rice. After we finish with everythink my family stared arraving to my house. Than I call my dad to he pick up my mom and take her to the house. When she opens the door we stared singing happy birthday to her she was happy and she stared crying. Then we stared eating the delicious food and when we finish eating we take the cake out the refrigerator. The cake was delicious because on the top of the cake was have grapes and straberries. When we finish eating the cake we stared dancing. The good think is that my sisters and me past a good moment with my mom on her birthday.
5. I love my sisters because they I always support me when I need them. I also help them when they need me. One they when i have a problem with my boyfriend i was really sad because i dont know what to do. When i tell to them they help me to resolve the problem. Also when im wrong in something they tell me what to do. i like to be with them because we do fun thinks together. Sometiemes we had hart time together because we are so different. Like im more crazy than them because i love to party and i took alot. My sister sonia likes to go shoping and go to partys sometimes. Elvira its more quite its the oposite of me. My sister are my best friends i love both and i thank god every day for bring them to my life they both have shown me the true definition of sisters.
5 Pictures Of My Mom
1.I enter the front door of my house and I saw my mom seating on the sofa. I remember her face she was looking at me directly unto my eyes. I was just thinking what did I do wrong. The first thing that she told me was “Flor come and have a seat here next to me”. I went to sit next to her and she asked me. “How are you doing in school?” I dint answer anything and I turned around and look directly to her eyes. “Tell me the truth”. “ Is better if you tell me now”. I did not answer anything. “What is this she asked me?” It was a piece of paper. She unfolded it and it was my absences. “You thought I wasn’t going to know this” she said. She stood up and started to scream at me. “I work all day, six days a week so that I could give you everything you want and you pay me this way”. Her faces look like she wanted to cry. She was very disappointed of me; I could see it in her eyes. In that moment I felt like I wasn’t a good daughter. She told me that she was going to forgive me but I had to do better in school and that I was going to go to school. I told her yes and she said but “please dot do it again I think I don’t reserve this”. “I know you are a good daughter, and I trust you.”
2. I remember she was seated I the sofa watching novellas. With her hands cross and with her blanket by her side. “ Mom so how is your novella going” “ Is alright” she said she looked like she didn’t remember that it was her birthday. I didn’t know if she didn’t remember or she dint want to remember. I went and sat next to her and I huge her. She ask me “so why is this huge for”. “As much as I remember you don’t like when I huge you and you like hugging either” she said. She look at me in a weird way. “Mom how can I forget that today is your birthday” “I thought you didn’t, nobody remembers anything in this house”. She look at me and smile. I told her mom “I don’t have anything for you because I don’t have money, the only thing I have is my love” she said, “Mija is ok the greatest present you can give me is that”. She huge me back and kiss me at my chick. She grab me from my hands and look at me and something from her eyes come out. It was a tear. I saw the tear coming down her chick more and more, and then she told me “I love you!!!”.
3. She is dancing, doing all her moves in the center of the pista (dance floor). Moving like she is a 15 year old woman. I could not forget how my mom was dancing. How can you call someone mom if she does the same thing you do? Moving like jello all around. Showing all her moves to other people and especially my dad. Is she ok, or something is wrong with her I ask my self. I saw her coming to where I was. She looked tired, like a tomato all red. “Mom you don’t feel good right” I ask her. “Yes I feel good” “How can you dance like that mom, that energy that I don’t have, I am jealous of you” I told her. She didn’t answer and she looked at me and she sat at the chair that it was next to me. I remember that night, every one ask us if we were sisters and my mom always said yes. We had a good time until it was time to go home. I told her “Mom lets go” and she said “No wait” “Can we go now?” I ask her. “No wait ill tell you when is time to go” se said. I was looking at her, she didn’t want to go home, and she kept talking with her friends and my dad. I could not forget her smile. It was from one end to another. She was having a good time. Finally she got up and went towards me and told me “Ok lets go because I am tired” “Finally!” I said.
4. Me yelling and screaming, “mom moms don’t leave me”. I don’t know how I could remember this if it has passed a lot of time. I was just a five year old little girl. My face was between two poles I was holding them with both of my hands. My moms face looked like she wanted to cry. I just remember her face. She was looking at me directly into my eyes. She wanted to cry. I just saw it on her eyes. She looked at me like for five minutes and then went back and hold my hands and then went back and hold my hands and told me “is going to be ok”. I huge her back and she told me, “ill see you later don’t cry anymore”. I huge her again and then she walk down the street, looking back at smiling at me.
5. “No don’t put the peppers in there”, they don’t go there”. “Flor let me help you and teach you how to do the right things for the mole”. “Ok mom” I saw her and she looked mad that I was doing everything wrong. She just moved her head side to side and said “no, no, no”. I have to teach you because you don’t know anything she told me. I just stared at her. Then she started to tell me all the procedures to do it. After putting the chiles on the blender and doing it all wrong she told me to fry the sesame and sunflower seeds for about five minutes. I was very happy because I did it right. Then she told me “flor put all the ingredients in the blender”. I told her “wish ones”. And she said “oh my god in what world are you in”. I didn’t say anything. Then she told me “put the Chile, sesame, sunflower seeds, a piece of chocolate and salt and chicken soup. Then put the sauce in the pan with a little amount of oil. Know let in boiled for 35 minutes and in would be ready to eat”. I told her “I though it was for difficult to do but is not”. “Mija it is”.
2. I remember she was seated I the sofa watching novellas. With her hands cross and with her blanket by her side. “ Mom so how is your novella going” “ Is alright” she said she looked like she didn’t remember that it was her birthday. I didn’t know if she didn’t remember or she dint want to remember. I went and sat next to her and I huge her. She ask me “so why is this huge for”. “As much as I remember you don’t like when I huge you and you like hugging either” she said. She look at me in a weird way. “Mom how can I forget that today is your birthday” “I thought you didn’t, nobody remembers anything in this house”. She look at me and smile. I told her mom “I don’t have anything for you because I don’t have money, the only thing I have is my love” she said, “Mija is ok the greatest present you can give me is that”. She huge me back and kiss me at my chick. She grab me from my hands and look at me and something from her eyes come out. It was a tear. I saw the tear coming down her chick more and more, and then she told me “I love you!!!”.
3. She is dancing, doing all her moves in the center of the pista (dance floor). Moving like she is a 15 year old woman. I could not forget how my mom was dancing. How can you call someone mom if she does the same thing you do? Moving like jello all around. Showing all her moves to other people and especially my dad. Is she ok, or something is wrong with her I ask my self. I saw her coming to where I was. She looked tired, like a tomato all red. “Mom you don’t feel good right” I ask her. “Yes I feel good” “How can you dance like that mom, that energy that I don’t have, I am jealous of you” I told her. She didn’t answer and she looked at me and she sat at the chair that it was next to me. I remember that night, every one ask us if we were sisters and my mom always said yes. We had a good time until it was time to go home. I told her “Mom lets go” and she said “No wait” “Can we go now?” I ask her. “No wait ill tell you when is time to go” se said. I was looking at her, she didn’t want to go home, and she kept talking with her friends and my dad. I could not forget her smile. It was from one end to another. She was having a good time. Finally she got up and went towards me and told me “Ok lets go because I am tired” “Finally!” I said.
4. Me yelling and screaming, “mom moms don’t leave me”. I don’t know how I could remember this if it has passed a lot of time. I was just a five year old little girl. My face was between two poles I was holding them with both of my hands. My moms face looked like she wanted to cry. I just remember her face. She was looking at me directly into my eyes. She wanted to cry. I just saw it on her eyes. She looked at me like for five minutes and then went back and hold my hands and then went back and hold my hands and told me “is going to be ok”. I huge her back and she told me, “ill see you later don’t cry anymore”. I huge her again and then she walk down the street, looking back at smiling at me.
5. “No don’t put the peppers in there”, they don’t go there”. “Flor let me help you and teach you how to do the right things for the mole”. “Ok mom” I saw her and she looked mad that I was doing everything wrong. She just moved her head side to side and said “no, no, no”. I have to teach you because you don’t know anything she told me. I just stared at her. Then she started to tell me all the procedures to do it. After putting the chiles on the blender and doing it all wrong she told me to fry the sesame and sunflower seeds for about five minutes. I was very happy because I did it right. Then she told me “flor put all the ingredients in the blender”. I told her “wish ones”. And she said “oh my god in what world are you in”. I didn’t say anything. Then she told me “put the Chile, sesame, sunflower seeds, a piece of chocolate and salt and chicken soup. Then put the sauce in the pan with a little amount of oil. Know let in boiled for 35 minutes and in would be ready to eat”. I told her “I though it was for difficult to do but is not”. “Mija it is”.
I closed my eyes and..
I closed my eyes and I saw you holding my hand. You took me across the world and showed me the best places to lie on, the white beach sand felt like a blanket covering our bodies from all danger. We walked the oceans with great fear of falling, but you made me feel safe and secure. You held my hand with such warmth and security, it felt like we were conjoined twins, unseperatable. You held me so tight, it felt like the clouds were covering our bodies with with the best love there could possibly be. You told me I love you with the most honest and pure eyes in the whole face of earth and there was nothing to doubt those three words. There was nothing to doubt because you were the most honest guy who showed me real love for the very first time.
picture poem
on a cold october day her family and her went to a pumpkin festibal in elgin
she had never been there before
it was different then must things
there was chickens, horses, goats, and many other animals
the colors on the pumpkins shot out at you
so very intense but gorgeous
oranges, greens, yellows, every color here and there
the day got warmer, thier jackets were off now
maily gave a small smile of uncertianity and shyness
valine gave a huge smile of go with the flow
mya gave an evil stare of an unfriendly person
lindsay gave a grin of outgoing and easy to get along with
maily and lindsay had gotten pumpkins painted on thier right cheeks
their hair was all brown holding in the same place even though the wind was blowing
it was as if everything was calm between them
it is a day i will always remember
we had peace between us all
all for one and one for all
she had never been there before
it was different then must things
there was chickens, horses, goats, and many other animals
the colors on the pumpkins shot out at you
so very intense but gorgeous
oranges, greens, yellows, every color here and there
the day got warmer, thier jackets were off now
maily gave a small smile of uncertianity and shyness
valine gave a huge smile of go with the flow
mya gave an evil stare of an unfriendly person
lindsay gave a grin of outgoing and easy to get along with
maily and lindsay had gotten pumpkins painted on thier right cheeks
their hair was all brown holding in the same place even though the wind was blowing
it was as if everything was calm between them
it is a day i will always remember
we had peace between us all
all for one and one for all
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
If I Were a Poem..
If I were a poem
the words would fly off the paper
like a caged bird that has just been freedthe words would fly off the paper
and take you along for the journey.
If I were a poem
my words would combine to form an ambient rhythm
as smooth as ocean waves
and be as soft as the buzzing of humming bird wings.
The beats would pulse right through you
and take over your body.
If I were a poem
I would flow like lyrics
and spread through the vacant air
in the form of synesthetic images
If I were a poem
my words would combine to form an ambient rhythm
as smooth as ocean waves
and be as soft as the buzzing of humming bird wings.
The beats would pulse right through you
and take over your body.
If I were a poem
I would flow like lyrics
and spread through the vacant air
in the form of synesthetic images
in every color of the rainbow
Friday, October 3, 2008
i am what i am
I am what I am
A crazy smart lil girl
Born & raised in Mexico
Where people like to chill out.
I am a sweet nice girl
Who’s nice but I can get
my indigent sometimes
I’m a hard person to under
stand but easy to get along.
I am what I am
With my innocent look
And my angel face
But never believes in
My innocent face.
I am what I am
I just like to be me
No one else
I am who I am
No matter what people
Said about me.
I am what I am
Unique & one of a
Kind that’s the difference
Between you & me.
I am what I am
With my innocent look
And my angel face
But never believes in
My innocent face.
I am what I am
I just like to be me
No one else
I am who I am
No matter what people
Said about me.
I am what I am
Unique & one of a
Kind that’s the difference
Between you & me.
It Is What It is.....
It Is What It is…
I am who I am
I cant change
Matter of fact
I wont change
I’m a kind-hearted person
Who loves to love
I love being who I am
Tall, athletic built with cinnamon brown skin
And easy on the eyes
It is what it is
As simple as it gets
I’m a simple girl
I’m not clingy or crazy
I’m just me!
Original, quiet and soft spoken
You can try to make me or break me
You can even try to tear me down with
Your blood shot eyes or
Better yet stab me behind my back
With your painful sharp words
But I guarantee you after its all said and done
Its only going to make me STRONGER, SMARTER, AND WISER
And full of revenge!!!!
Lol! Jk!
Lucky for you am not a spiteful person
I wasn’t raised that way
But word to the wise I wouldn’t take my kindness
For weakness
Best believe Am not gullible
I know some wolves like to dress in sheep clothing
Like soulful singer Mary J Blige says
“Take me as I am or get nothing as all”
I couldn’t have said it better
I am who I am!
I am who I am
I cant change
Matter of fact
I wont change
I’m a kind-hearted person
Who loves to love
I love being who I am
Tall, athletic built with cinnamon brown skin
And easy on the eyes
It is what it is
As simple as it gets
I’m a simple girl
I’m not clingy or crazy
I’m just me!
Original, quiet and soft spoken
You can try to make me or break me
You can even try to tear me down with
Your blood shot eyes or
Better yet stab me behind my back
With your painful sharp words
But I guarantee you after its all said and done
Its only going to make me STRONGER, SMARTER, AND WISER
And full of revenge!!!!
Lol! Jk!
Lucky for you am not a spiteful person
I wasn’t raised that way
But word to the wise I wouldn’t take my kindness
For weakness
Best believe Am not gullible
I know some wolves like to dress in sheep clothing
Like soulful singer Mary J Blige says
“Take me as I am or get nothing as all”
I couldn’t have said it better
I am who I am!
Thursday, October 2, 2008
hi everyone :)
show not tell..it was a hot day
it was freekin hot my body entirely melted. My mind became dull with a huge tumor in my head,yelling leave your school. It was so hot that i became grumpy and old, waiting for alaskas fresh air to cool me off. It was so hot that the saharas dessert was nothing compared to being stuck in a boring class full of lava air. It was so hot that it made me want to be cold as the glaciers icy pad.
Janet
it was freekin hot my body entirely melted. My mind became dull with a huge tumor in my head,yelling leave your school. It was so hot that i became grumpy and old, waiting for alaskas fresh air to cool me off. It was so hot that the saharas dessert was nothing compared to being stuck in a boring class full of lava air. It was so hot that it made me want to be cold as the glaciers icy pad.
Janet
my name is
my name that was given to me was pain
i had lied to myself for years
trying to fight the truth
hated everyone for what happened
knowing no one can change it
only i can move forward
tomorrow my name will be change
looking forward
to depart from the past
to take a new look on life
to change my name from shy
to show i can be brave
to not hide behind the wall
today my name will change to outgoing
to spring and be me
even though people think my name is self centered
that doesn't care about her family
but that's not me and never will be
what they don't know is i want to care for
them but they didn't treat me as their own child
so how am i suppose to
my name is secretly fear
of everyday that heads my way
to wake up in the morning and say hello to them again
to see the horrors of the world itself
inside all of my names
i am called hope to break free from everything
i am called strength to carry through everyday
i am called love towards everyone no matter what
i had lied to myself for years
trying to fight the truth
hated everyone for what happened
knowing no one can change it
only i can move forward
tomorrow my name will be change
looking forward
to depart from the past
to take a new look on life
to change my name from shy
to show i can be brave
to not hide behind the wall
today my name will change to outgoing
to spring and be me
even though people think my name is self centered
that doesn't care about her family
but that's not me and never will be
what they don't know is i want to care for
them but they didn't treat me as their own child
so how am i suppose to
my name is secretly fear
of everyday that heads my way
to wake up in the morning and say hello to them again
to see the horrors of the world itself
inside all of my names
i am called hope to break free from everything
i am called strength to carry through everyday
i am called love towards everyone no matter what
My Name…
There was a time when my heart meant nothing,
Shattered I was.
Yesterday; lost and torn,
Waking from my dreams and curtsied by an angel
Taken by storm.
Her words dance on my heart,
Her breath lingers on my fingertips,
And with an exchange of words
Loved and amazed, I am.
Wrapped in my arms, she remains,
Secured in her wings, I will stay.
Enraptured by her eyes and
In love with her smile,
I feel it all over again,
Smitten will be tomorrow.
Intensify once again.
She’s in my dreams,
With her nights live on forever,
And this dream will last a lifetime.
She’s forever in my heart.
Forever in love, I am,
Forever happy I will be.
~Jon Martin
Shattered I was.
Yesterday; lost and torn,
Waking from my dreams and curtsied by an angel
Taken by storm.
Her words dance on my heart,
Her breath lingers on my fingertips,
And with an exchange of words
Loved and amazed, I am.
Wrapped in my arms, she remains,
Secured in her wings, I will stay.
Enraptured by her eyes and
In love with her smile,
I feel it all over again,
Smitten will be tomorrow.
Intensify once again.
She’s in my dreams,
With her nights live on forever,
And this dream will last a lifetime.
She’s forever in my heart.
Forever in love, I am,
Forever happy I will be.
~Jon Martin
My real name is Africa
Don’t be fooled by the colors you
see on me
The hazels and golds and yellows
reflect my name to be Europe
But if you listen to my heart,
you can hear the drums of the motherland
Yesterday, my name was South Africa
Separated from all who had a
different color of skin
I was beaten to one side
of life
Not able to look at all the
colorful races
Taught to hate all who didn’t have
Melanin in their skin
Today my name is Egypt
Exotic as a gemstone
Tall as the pyramids
Welcome arms and doors for
All to explore my intricate, artistic styles
The world thinks my name is Africa and Europe
With my biracial features and proper
use of English
Brittany is a beautiful lake in France
Larraine is a state east of the Eiffel Tower
Ciccotti comes from the land of spaghettis and pastas
But my name is Nigeria
With my hair as thick as molasses
And my nose wide as the elephants
Stomping around Madagascar
A Nubian Queen with a European shadow
An African spirit with a bright outer shell
A proud black woman is what I am
My Name is Africa
Don’t be fooled by the colors you
see on me
The hazels and golds and yellows
reflect my name to be Europe
But if you listen to my heart,
you can hear the drums of the motherland
Yesterday, my name was South Africa
Separated from all who had a
different color of skin
I was beaten to one side
of life
Not able to look at all the
colorful races
Taught to hate all who didn’t have
Melanin in their skin
Today my name is Egypt
Exotic as a gemstone
Tall as the pyramids
Welcome arms and doors for
All to explore my intricate, artistic styles
The world thinks my name is Africa and Europe
With my biracial features and proper
use of English
Brittany is a beautiful lake in France
Larraine is a state east of the Eiffel Tower
Ciccotti comes from the land of spaghettis and pastas
But my name is Nigeria
With my hair as thick as molasses
And my nose wide as the elephants
Stomping around Madagascar
A Nubian Queen with a European shadow
An African spirit with a bright outer shell
A proud black woman is what I am
My Name is Africa
My Name Is..
My Name Is…
By Ivett Pascual
Yesterday my name was sadness
Lost in tears
Lost in the earth
Lost every where I went
Trying to figure my way out
Nobody could make me change
I was in my depress bubble
My heart broken in millions of pieces
Because of the good memories we had together
Today my name is hope and happiness
Hope towards love and everything
Happiness towards mean people
Thanks to my special person
That might be the love of my life
The one that help me feel confident
Confident about ME nobody else but ME
Tomorrow my name will be success
Success towards everything and everyone
Peace and happiness
And depth inside me pride, liberty and emotion
No matter what I go though
My name will be ME and only ME…
Yesterday my name was sadness
Lost in tears
Lost in the earth
Lost every where I went
Trying to figure my way out
Nobody could make me change
I was in my depress bubble
My heart broken in millions of pieces
Because of the good memories we had together
Today my name is hope and happiness
Hope towards love and everything
Happiness towards mean people
Thanks to my special person
That might be the love of my life
The one that help me feel confident
Confident about ME nobody else but ME
Tomorrow my name will be success
Success towards everything and everyone
Peace and happiness
And depth inside me pride, liberty and emotion
No matter what I go though
My name will be ME and only ME…
If I Were A Poem
If I were a poem
I would love to be traveling
into everyone's soul.
For my words to
translate into each and
every mind that read me
and to inspire them.
Inspire them to grow
and fly and be free
like a canary.
To let their thoughts
come out and be heard
by the universe.
If I were a poem
I'd search for a
better tomorrow.
A tomorrow that
would not bring any tears
to anybody's eyes, but
that would bring a
smile to everyone's face.
If I were a poem
I wouldn't correct
my mistakes.
I would leave them
there so people could
see that not even
the most beautiful
of things are
perfect.
If I were a poem
everyone that read me
would leave with
an understanding
of love and respect.
I would love to be traveling
into everyone's soul.
For my words to
translate into each and
every mind that read me
and to inspire them.
Inspire them to grow
and fly and be free
like a canary.
To let their thoughts
come out and be heard
by the universe.
If I were a poem
I'd search for a
better tomorrow.
A tomorrow that
would not bring any tears
to anybody's eyes, but
that would bring a
smile to everyone's face.
If I were a poem
I wouldn't correct
my mistakes.
I would leave them
there so people could
see that not even
the most beautiful
of things are
perfect.
If I were a poem
everyone that read me
would leave with
an understanding
of love and respect.
My name is
My name is Carla
C for courageous, ready to take on the world and
obstacles that come my way.
A for accomplash, for completing my goals.
R for reliable, because i have enough to give.
L loveable, because i have enough to give.
A for armor, armor that i provide for my daughter to
protect her from danger.
Yesterday my name was sensitive
if you thouched me i would shatter like glass.
Touch me and my heart will cry, crying salt water
from the ocean in my eyes.
Tomorrow my name will be speak able
heard by every person who thinks that
immigrants come here to take away.
People who think teen parents cant graduate.
Who's opinoins are the kids that come from a
broken family become as their parents once
did.
In my dreams my name was strong
powerful enough to make me rise
over the crowd of people and be notice.
To warn the crowd that i've reached my goal
and make space for my proud ness.
Secretly i know my name is unstep able,
unable for people to step on the roots of
my family tree.
To let the worldknow that Carla Oliva
stands with her head up high and wont
see her with it down.
my name is...
My name is..
By Maricruz Tierrablanca
Today my name is lost
Lost in a maze
Lost in the fog
Trying to find myself
Dazed and confused about the future
Should I go to college?
Should I work?
I don’t know.
Yesterday my name was lonely
The only star left in a vast sky
The only fish on a wide pond.
Invisible to everyone around me
My name was once pain
Grieving from a loved one’s death
Suffering from my family falling apart
Injured by the words of others
Hurt when things go bad.
My teachers think my name is
White earth when they see my last name.
They think my name is Maria, my last name Cruz.
Other people think my name is delicate
like a crystal glass about to shatter.
A Eeyore timid and quiet
A Piglet who doesn’t know how to talk
Some think I’m the kindest person alive.
Inside I know I’m a dreamer.
An imaginative person who loves to create her own world
I fantasize of one day having the perfect home
A husband who as time passes, grows old with me
But fear that this dreams will never come true
But no matter if it’s now or tomorrow
the past or the future.
My name will always and forever be
Maricruz
By Maricruz Tierrablanca
Today my name is lost
Lost in a maze
Lost in the fog
Trying to find myself
Dazed and confused about the future
Should I go to college?
Should I work?
I don’t know.
Yesterday my name was lonely
The only star left in a vast sky
The only fish on a wide pond.
Invisible to everyone around me
My name was once pain
Grieving from a loved one’s death
Suffering from my family falling apart
Injured by the words of others
Hurt when things go bad.
My teachers think my name is
White earth when they see my last name.
They think my name is Maria, my last name Cruz.
Other people think my name is delicate
like a crystal glass about to shatter.
A Eeyore timid and quiet
A Piglet who doesn’t know how to talk
Some think I’m the kindest person alive.
Inside I know I’m a dreamer.
An imaginative person who loves to create her own world
I fantasize of one day having the perfect home
A husband who as time passes, grows old with me
But fear that this dreams will never come true
But no matter if it’s now or tomorrow
the past or the future.
My name will always and forever be
Maricruz
Role Model
Stop asking questions
before you get the truth.
Kill the problem
before you get to the root.
Run away like you always do
role model.
Live through me
try to fix my mistakes
that you made in your past history.
Gee thanks
as if I didn't have enough pressure.
But then again,
nothing can measure to just how hard your life is.
Ruin my life
before it even really starts.
Leave me aloneon a shelf
for the world to see
as if I was a piece of art.
Now that wasn't nice,
where is your heart
role model?
Drink up another bottle of vodka or wine
and wipe my tears away
as you say "this is the last time"
when you know you said that the time before this.
Yeah, go and drink some more alcohol
drink your heart away
so you won't feel at all.
Smoke another cigarette
and kill what's left of your lungs
slowly taking your life away
leaving your conscience hung
next to your soul in your closet of sins
falling under the influence again.
Let us alone to hit the brick wall
as you back away and fall
off the bridge
leaving us to lick out wounds again.
I won't tell them your name.
I have too much shame
to admit that your mine.
But I will say goodbye to you one last time.
One day soon
you'll feel the guilt and the pain
because I didn't do anything
and all I did was love you
before you get the truth.
Kill the problem
before you get to the root.
Run away like you always do
role model.
Live through me
try to fix my mistakes
that you made in your past history.
Gee thanks
as if I didn't have enough pressure.
But then again,
nothing can measure to just how hard your life is.
Ruin my life
before it even really starts.
Leave me aloneon a shelf
for the world to see
as if I was a piece of art.
Now that wasn't nice,
where is your heart
role model?
Drink up another bottle of vodka or wine
and wipe my tears away
as you say "this is the last time"
when you know you said that the time before this.
Yeah, go and drink some more alcohol
drink your heart away
so you won't feel at all.
Smoke another cigarette
and kill what's left of your lungs
slowly taking your life away
leaving your conscience hung
next to your soul in your closet of sins
falling under the influence again.
Let us alone to hit the brick wall
as you back away and fall
off the bridge
leaving us to lick out wounds again.
I won't tell them your name.
I have too much shame
to admit that your mine.
But I will say goodbye to you one last time.
One day soon
you'll feel the guilt and the pain
because I didn't do anything
and all I did was love you
my little role model.
My Name:
My Name:
By Mad Hatter Mana-san
I had a dream, but my name was different:
At peace
No care in the world
No worries to feel
Why couldn't I stay there?
Because it was only a dream
I woke up, with a name I did no recognize:
What the hell?
What was going on around me?
What am I doing here?
I was so confused!
Why did I feel so closed in?
Maybe tomorrow I will have another name:
Pleasant
I'll not worry so much
I'll enjoy what I have left
The world will seem less mean
School will go smoothly
But secretly I know my name will be:
Content
Despite it all
I feel fine in the end
I'm still living on
So something must be going good
By Mad Hatter Mana-san
I had a dream, but my name was different:
At peace
No care in the world
No worries to feel
Why couldn't I stay there?
Because it was only a dream
I woke up, with a name I did no recognize:
What the hell?
What was going on around me?
What am I doing here?
I was so confused!
Why did I feel so closed in?
Maybe tomorrow I will have another name:
Pleasant
I'll not worry so much
I'll enjoy what I have left
The world will seem less mean
School will go smoothly
But secretly I know my name will be:
Content
Despite it all
I feel fine in the end
I'm still living on
So something must be going good
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