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2011-11-25T22:24:00.000-08:00

SCAM ALERT: ACN Communication Services Business Opportunity Is Just as Bad as a Nigerian Bank Fraud Scheme...Or Maybe It's Much Worse! ~ "That is SO High School!"

Sisters

2010-01-05T12:40:00.000-08:00

Today, like most days, my sister has confiscated our bedroom mirror. It’s Friday night and she stands primping and pouting at her reflection, getting ready for another party at another friends house. Our microscopic bathroom is suffocated in a cloud of hairspray and perfume. She’s spent so much time looking at herself she should have her face memorized by now, and as much as I hate to admit it, hers is not a hard face to look at. Her skin is buttery smooth and golden brown like a tan. Black slanted eyes sit perfectly above her small nose and pink cupids bow lips. My sister is perfect and she knows it. The personality could still use some work though. Keycoka picks up her brush and starts smoothing her glossy black hair. Her hair is her pride and she’d rather lose her right hand then take off one inch. She catches me staring in the mirror and her eyes flash with contempt. “What do you think you’re looking at?” she screeches in one of those remixed voices you hear in the movies when someone is possessed by the devil. She’s suddenly holding her brush like a weapon and I decide to swallow my witty come back and retreat back to our room. The inevitable beating wouldn’t be worth it.

What is my REAL name?

2010-01-05T12:31:00.000-08:00

My real name is Aries

Don’t be fooled by the soft exterior perceived as a sensitive Piceses,
Look inside and you can see the inferno
Fiery as a spring Equinox
Innocence isn’t the word to describe
The feeling of confusion I feel inside.

In my dreams my name was Taurus

Deliberate about my own life,
But too lazy to take action
The promiscuous girl who doesn’t care
Thin stiletto heels and long brown hair.

Secretly I know my name is Leo

I’ve centered myself
Self-centered
Gold and fiery shades of fur soar
The mighty lion always comes out and roar

My mother and father think I’m two different people

Gemini is what they think my name is
Twins at heart but only one at bay
It could be Siamese, but only one can win
Am I really me or is it my twin

Maybe One Day

2010-01-05T12:30:00.001-08:00

I am unique and delightful
I wonder how I look from other people’s perspective
I hear the crackling sound of dry ice melting underneath my feet
I see the naked truth as if it were human
I want to go back to the past so I can have a profound future
I am unique and delightful

I pretend to be the only person in this world
I feel alone at times, but reality snaps and I’m a civilian again
I touch my reflection as if she’s someone else
I worry that she is happier than I am
I imagine her in a better life
I cry because I realize she is me and I live that life
I am unique and delightful

I understand I have left the only person I knew on the other side
I say his life will get better just as mine has
I dream that one day he will find someone who will bring out the good in him
I try to help, but help isn’t enough
I HOPE some day we could be friends again and everything would be back to normal
I am unique and delightful

Earth's Sin

2010-01-05T12:29:00.000-08:00

Earth is full of delight
One puff and your in flight
Life's natural high
Isn't enough for you
To touch the sky
You fill up with the deadly Earth's sin
Breathe out and never breathe in
For the moment it heals
It's up to you to proceed and appeal
Hold your breath until you turn teal
As blue as the sky
As high as you will fly
A damaged soul is what you replenish
Please stop once you finish
Only I'm the one who understands
Why you choose not to live on everyday lands
Do YOU know what IT is?
It's all one gigantic shove
Maybe even something we call love

Risks of Love

2010-01-05T12:26:00.000-08:00

It could happen to others
Such were the risks of love
I love every waking moment with him
I also love the non-waking

In love with the way you flex and cock your hands
When I hold yours you won’t slip away

His eyes are endless in a deep pool of beauty
Thirsty for the love
I turn
I see you
Even in the faces
I can only gaze into those orangey eyes for so long
If only you would turn and see me
Seeing you

Love is eternal as long as it lasts
The space between what is possible
And what is lost
I want to assure you that there will be enough
I wonder how he got me to fall in love with him

Motherless Child

2010-01-05T12:25:00.001-08:00

We were all young at times
When we use to run to the ice cream truck with quarters and dimes
Asking the driver “is this enough”
And he would say that will do just fine

I remember like it was yesterday
When we didn’t have to initiate we were there by saying “hey”
I would just grab a ball and jump in
And see which of the better teams would win

There was on e family down the street
Their house and no A/C no heat
There were older brothers and sisters, but no mom or dad
Every time I walked into their house, it made me sad

The inside of their house was devastating
The Chihuahua looked like it was at 9 weeks gestating
She lay there at her resting place
Such peaceful eyes and a cold face

They hid their pain so well
But everyone on Walter Street could tell
The smell of mildew was so strong
How could a mother do her seeds so wrong?

Young Chris and Miguel would ask us to play outside
This time the pain was what they couldn’t hide
Their mother had left them with no food
So heartless, mischievous, and cruel
My grandmother provided them with everything they need
They ate it so fast out of hunger and greed.

One day they just disappeared
We all hoped they would reappear, but they didn’t
They vanished into thin air
No one could ever compare

My name is...

2010-01-05T12:21:00.000-08:00

My mind will reflect the journey, Born named “free spirit.”
Swayed like a breeze,
Down-to-earth attitude,
Carefree, of all worries.
Until the day of introduction,
Went upon it, without thought of the future.

Yesterday I was introduced as “Fearful.”
Timid of his rage,
Dare not to criticize his judgment.
Analyze my choice of words carefully,
Bottle up his angry words,
Brush off his hatred looks.

I once was “Hesitant.”
Walking with my head chin to chest,
Worried, that I’m fading into the darkness of my anguish.
Simmering soul awaiting for acknowledgement,
Damaged spirit, floating out of reach.
Grasping tightly,
I refuse to let go.
Holding on with all my might,
I feel my soul revive.

Today my name is “Bravery”
Awakening from a wicked dream.
Amused by his arrogance,
Now, Fearless of his presence.
Having the sensation to walk tall,
Released my captive emotions.

Today I roar the thoughts on my mind from impulse,
The wings to my spirit once again revealed.
Words spoken with confidence,
His enrage actions, are now invisible.
My frown now replaced with a smirk,

He thinks my name is “Insecure”
Someone who lingers on his every word.
But now I strive to be indifferent.
Rejoicing in my internal victory,
Of overcoming being a victim of his “Love.”

Tomorrow my name will be “Strong”
Withholding the urge to turn back,
Following a new path,
Flaunting my renewed soul.
Unbreakable,
Won’t bend or be broken.
Having the strength to announce, “I’m moving on”
Having the ability to control my own actions.
If we ever cross paths,

But my eyes will reveal the split road.
Where I will choose the way to a happier life.
By shanika Ray

Five Pictures

2010-01-05T12:13:00.000-08:00

First day of school after I moved from Dallas to Austin. Walking with my head down, when I finally have the strength to pick up my head for a moment everything changed. I saw him standing there strong with brown eyes. Couldn’t focused so many details the wavy dark brown hair. Super confident not scared of rejections. After a while standing like a statue I hurried to go to class when he stop me and ask if I was new to school knowing that I was going to answer to anything he asked stand there strong on the cloudy rainy that made my day worst couldn’t wait for that Friday to be over.

Friends for a year I knew him more then anybody in the whole school. But the last thing that I didn’t know that this person that I had talked to was actually related to me. Feel even happier that I was related to him knowing that I had one of the biggest secrets to tell him not knowing how he would react. I told him that I had a confection to make and I saw him standing in the front of me so confuse on the sunny day after a big walk almost getting home. He demanded for me to tell him. I stood up and told him “I’m gay.” He looked very confused . couldn’t even talked he was in shock. After 15 minutes confuse answer with many question with the how, when, why??? If I had a girlfriend how was this possible looked and stared and walked away discussed as I though.

Nervous, to be lonely in high school. First day two big yellow doors were standing upon me was so scared that I wouldn’t have anybody in life to be with and share my memories because in middle school I invested all my time with him. Took deep breath and open the door, that moment God hurt me and there he was again. So embarrassed I try to walk away from him. He run after me and ask me why was I trying to avoid him. I looked down and told him not to talked to me. He struggled for many minutes to get the words of his mouth when he finally told me that he was discussed by people my way, but that he was willing to do what it takes because gay or not we were going to be family no matter was so we rather make the best of it. I knew he mean what he said, but still he looked so confuse. I knew that question on his mind after all that was weather he was going to hug me and just walked away?

Super gray clouds whiled I walk towards school anxious to get to school and leave the very violet streets that I walking throw. Just three minutes away from school knowing that I had made it without being embarrassed because I was gay. Just as I claimed victory there I saw coming a truck with guys. All started screaming many hurting words. I arrived to school with my eyes cover in tears he saw me crying while he was very mad. I didn’t know what else to do when he finally crap me by the hand and took me with him. We found the guys and he had a hold of one of the guys then the anger became punches.

After the long weekend I had he called me. Friday night did not wanted to talked to him specially after the words he said that hurt so much. The strong words that he told me hurt so much because that was the first time that he had ever told me something like that and we had so much trust on me. He called me so many times, but I wouldn’t answer because I had my feelings hurt so much. I finally gave in and answered the phone. I scream with so much anger and demanded to tell me the reason he is calling me for. He was quiet and didn’t know what to tell me after some long 3 minutes. Then he cried to me telling me that he didn’t wanted anything to go that far all he really wanted to say was that he wasn’t ready for me to go all the way with the feminine thing. He told me that he loved me the way I was and if he had a chance to change it he wouldn’t no matter what.

If I Was a poem

2010-01-05T12:10:00.003-08:00

If I was a poem
I would spin in circles with confusion
I would not know how tell her
I would be like a baby trying to say
The truth but I’m being forced to keep silence
If I was a poem
I would pace back and forward with frustration
Trying to revel the correct words
to my secrets
Words that will tell you
Clearly to make you understand
Knowing that those words
Weren’t just written and thrown away
Like the perfect broken toy
If I was a poem
I wouldn’t ruin our friendship by
Using the perfect words

Boys Are Cheaters

2010-01-05T12:10:00.001-08:00

Boys are cheaters I’d rather date a dog
Maybe I will find my prince if I kiss a frog.
If only you were a fly
It would be easy to smash you and then then you die.
I love you, I love you
From you that is all I hear.
It’s over, it’s over
That is what I used to fear.
I’ve seen you around, boy you are such a flirt.
How could you? Don’t you think I’m hurt?
Lying is what you do best
Im dumber than a donkey thinking you weren’t like the rest.
Tears, tears
So many times I just wanted to scream and shout.
Boys are cheaters id rather date a dog.

Another Love Poem

2010-01-05T12:04:00.000-08:00

I awake each day with a smile
Each time I see something beautiful
I could dream, I suppose
The lights that spatter heaven above
Do melt as love hath melt my heart
Slowly I was falling
Half broken-hearted
You wipe the tears from my face
When did enduring love begin?
I beg of you, never set me free
Wonderful moments shared,
And shared in its shame
I will never forget
I used to dream of a lot of things
So I’ll tell it on the mountaintops
For the love that is purest and sweetest
Is less than what I feel for you
My love is like a song
And when all the lyrics are over
And all the words been said
Dance with me forever

2010-01-05T11:58:00.000-08:00

Remember You
By: Gloriana Espinosa

Tears drop
Upon my pillow whithout
You there to catch them.

At night my mind gose on and on
Thinking
Why arent you here?
Then
I look at your pictures
And see memories in my mind.

And
My heart crys
On and on
Again.
Because every moment I remember with youMakes me miss you even more

My Neighborhood

2010-01-05T11:57:00.000-08:00

Galewood was the hood where it was sometimes good
From ’96 to ’06 is where I always stood
The spot where my people make a living with their tools
Or from the back of their truck selling home cooked food

I was rarely all alone, always chillin with my boys
Doing all kinds of fast things cuz we didn’t have no toys.
We would get our fill of food and take off to the pool
And screw around there til it got cold in after noon.

Then we would bust out balls, like the ones used in soccer
And basketball and football or use them gloves like some boxers.
Always kept on playing rising when we would fall
The day we got our BB guns, man it was on.

We had a blast behind tall grass busting at glass, that was fun
And if the red and blue lights turned on, hit the allyway and run.
Never had a ride to roll in so peoeple seen us sliding on our bikes
Go do something that people don’t approve so we’d go to the hood and hide.

But that didn’t happen when there was trouble up at school
It would often follow us where business would get handled
And it was good thing it didn’t escalate to us grabbing a tool
Or my homeboys getting caught up and ending up mangled.

The day I moved out man how I felt pity
I didn’t want to start again in a different vicinity.
But it was time to grow up cuz it’s a different day and time
And look at what can happen when I take a pen and write.

2010-01-05T11:53:00.001-08:00

Adam
By: Gloriana Espinosa

Brown hair,
Brown eyes’
Red shirt,
Black tie.

These colors aren’t a match,
But on you,
They are a match for me.

Ode to A Laptop

2010-01-05T11:53:00.000-08:00

…. A laptop dedicated to write and explore the internet. Laptop you help me finish my final essay writing in a white, blank paper. Laptop I kneel before your shiny letters that help me spell and write lots of paragraphs thank you for making my life easier and faster. From you I learned that spelling is better this way and grammar too. I thank you for your corrections without you I wouldn’t know how to check my essay. Oh!! Laptop you make paper and pencil more advance in everything.

My Dear Angel

2010-01-05T11:49:00.000-08:00

Not only are you my friend, family, and my sister but you are also my angel.
There are so many memories and moments that
I still remember.
To some people we are now three.
But to me we are still four.
Wishing you were here more.
Days in pain not only coming from my heart but also my veins.
Not able to see you in the hospital made me sober even more
And it was all of me that tore.
The next time I had seen you was at your funeral,
When you were swollen and cold
This is not a goodbye was you that I told.
Looking around seeing people with tears in their eyes
That was a picture I had memorized.
Of course no one has forgotten about you
They bring you up in a conversation or two.
You don’t know how much everyone misses you
How much pain we are still going through.
We still celebrate your birthday until this day
At night when I think of you
I kneel down and pray.
July 14, 2006
Was the day you went away
But to me in my heart forever you will stay
My Dear Angel

Ode To Herbalife

2010-01-05T11:46:00.000-08:00

Ode to Herbalife
In worries you have brought me happiness
Your ingredients have helped lose some weight
In the hardest times
When I was bullied for the extra pounds I had
You came right in handy
You helped me cleanse my body
When there was nothing but grease
The mango tea that helped me hydrate
And the strawberry shake helped me get nutrients
After 2 weeks it has all paid off
The extra pounds are gone and so is some grease
Bye 10 pounds and hello healthy body
And hello to all the cute guys
Oh herbalife how would I look without you

My Friend, My Tree House

2010-01-05T11:40:00.001-08:00

Climbing up high to the mountain top
Feeling the night’s icy chills fly down my back
Glancing up to breath taking views
An over whelming sensation of relaxation of the air
Reborn to a new you
Time of no fear but a life full of joy
Seeing the nights sky
Connecting dots along the stars
Having adventures through all times
Making up or sharing stories amongst the living
When the time comes to climb down
The tears flow down
As the climb is a slow one that you’re wishing never comes
For the tree house is the sheltering home
One I wish to stay in all day.
For it gives me a coat of warmth
Which gives me life beyond the living
Time always seems to stop when I’m in its grasping arms
So strong to never let me fall
So comforting when streams fly down
How it’s always there when time of need
Just my friend through all the years
One I could talk to with no worries of judgment
In return
I listened to all the words it spoken
The wind brushing through each leaf
The pulse through each vein
As each day passed a bond forever kept
A friend forever founded
Just the tree and me
Taking turns telling stories
Not just as a child
But for the lifetime that remains a head

Untitled

2010-01-05T11:39:00.000-08:00

I hold him close
Because I am his shield
He is my blanket
That keeps me warm-
Hearted.
He sees too much
And doesn’t understand
Why mommy is sad.
He knows something isn’t right
But can’t comprehend.
It hurts to know
In years to come
He’ll realized the truth
And the scenes will replay
In his young head.
Over and over.
Praying he doesn’t blame himself
For the mistakes of a cold hearted soul.
He will discover the real
Definition of HATE
And I’m not proud
That he was introduced to
A feeling so harsh.
I’m sickened to say,
I don’t blame him
Because no one deserves this.
I beg the all mighty
He takes after me.
And never lays a hand on a female.
He will be better that that.
And I will strive to make that
A fact.
He’s revealed to a hard knock life
But I’ll always ensure him
We’re worth more.
He’s going to evolve into a
Real man who works for what
They want.
Not fight for what he wants.
I try to hind the emotions inside,
So he sees my stronger side.
And comes to me,
In his greatest moment of need.
He’s going to be everything
His father isn’t.
And that’s the best gift
I can ever receive.

By; Shanika Ray

Here Comes GoodBye

2010-01-05T11:38:00.000-08:00

I hate to say good bye
When you know
You’d die for somebody
And they’d die for you
The nearest necessity
You know nothing about,
Finds you

All is for you
Not the one who forget
I remember we were divided
When we were together
So I brought healing to my heart
And rest to my eyes
But I remember your face everywhere

I can feel your shadow
Holding me tight
I cannot say my faith is strong
Oh friend
I hate to say good bye

Don't go away

2010-01-05T11:37:00.001-08:00

You were there to love and care for me
With opened arms
And i never came to you
You have been there ever since i took my first breath on earth
and i wilil be there when you take your last.
I see that you are fading away as each day goes by
so today i ask please don't go away
We all want you to stay
your kids
your grandkids
all your loved ones saying
don't go away

Friend ship

2010-01-05T11:37:00.000-08:00

What is a friend?
A true friend is someone who thinks that you are a good egg
Even though he knows you are slightly cracked
Friendship is the only cement that will hold the world together
No person is your friend who demands your silence or
Denies your right to grow
A loyal friend laughs at your jokes when they're not so good
Friendship isn't a big thing
It’s a million little things
A friend loves at all time
That’s why your friends
Friends are friends forever together 'till the end

Maximo Oxlaj

If I Were A Poem

2009-10-22T12:20:00.000-07:00

Jessica Lynn Freer

If I were a poem
I would flow along a river of tears
Rise up on a mountain of pain
Roam a meadow of sadness

If I were a poem
I would tell you that I love you
Always have and I always will
No matter where I go

If I were a poem
I would say with great emotion
I love you Daddy
And I'm ready to let go

Awaiting your call

2009-10-22T12:18:00.001-07:00

If I were a poem
I would let the words disintegrate my fear
And they would fly off this paper to grasp your mind of this feeling
That boils deep inside the soul’s core

Letting the intensity slowly drip away
Breaking my outer shell
Exposing the pure valuable child
Residing within these words

Here I lay before your hands
My heart poured into words
The ones I could not say
But only let you read

If I were a poem
I would express my love
Like a cherry blossom
Blooming in the winter

Write the ups and downs
When the wind flows
Brushing each leaf
Into a treasuring dance

If I were a poem
I would write what I want to be to you
Your pillow when you cry
Your heart when you love

This soul of mine here in anyway
Striving to mend your broken limbs
To place a everlasting smile
Which will never leave

With arms held up high
Awaiting your arrival
The warmth of love
My future to come along side you

In The Basketball Court

2009-10-22T12:03:00.000-07:00

In The Basketball court

In the basketball court
I see birds fly were I imagine
I could fly

In the basketball court
My friend Alex runs to
the side were is clean while I get the dirty one.

In the basketball court
I saw a dog lying down.
Dead. And were I met
My best friend.

In the basketball court
I lost my favorite soccer ball.
It cost me 30 dollars.

In the basketball court there
Was a tall tree were my friends
And I played.

In the basketball court
My 13th birthday was celebrate
With about 25 or more people.

In the basketball court
We play soccer and bet a lot of money to win.
In the basketball court
I saw two old men fighting
For a little car scratch.

In the basketball court
Next to the 7- eleven store eight nice,
Pretty, and Hot teenage girls doing a carwash.

In the basketball court
My sister found a big
Bag with 5,000 dollars in it.

In the basketball court
I also found a big bag,
But there wasn’t any money instead
There were a lot of collars.

In the basketball court
i see and hear weird things and stuff's.

Crystal City I see

2009-10-22T11:57:00.000-07:00

1...2...3
That's how many dead animals i see.
On the side of the dirty bumpy roads.
Not always such a beautiful view
with little small swamps and toads.
You see small old buildings when you drive by,
also tall palm tress that cover up the sky.
During the day kids play in the park.
Then the teenagers come out at dark.
Good hot cheesy nachos during festivals,
every time i go visit the last thing on my
list is vegetables.
Barbacoa on a Sunday morning
with hot flour tortillas was my
delicious breakfast serving.
Families outside doing cookouts with loud music.
For everyone a party was the lookout.
Love sitting in my grandmas dining room
where everyone sits laughs and gossip.
But once they talk about me
i tell them to stop it:)
Babysitting on a Saturday night
all the parents are out so we get the
pillows and fight.
My grandmas roof is the place where my cousin and
I would chill.
Laying down chitchatting very still.
Crystal City, TX not born but raised is my home.

What If I Were a Poem?

2009-10-22T11:55:00.000-07:00

If I were a poem,
You would be have to pull out a book riddled with Poe's collection,
And run through it if getting to know me is your intention.
If your eyes are identical to many of those who have viewed me
The surface will be constant; malicious misery, doubtless depression, lethal lonliness.

If you read the script with your lens of instant apprasial
You would be blindsided as to where it begins or if it even ended.
I hope you don't get lost in the unfamiliar grammar
Only to later think that it has no signifigance.
Then proceed to place me back in the crowded
Yet lonly space of a quiet shelf in a forgotten study.

If I were a poem,
The calligraphy would be considered so foreign
That you probably wouldn't comprehend how it could be
Like Aztec hieroglyphics to a Japanese scribe.
If it doesn't initiate an intimate interest immediatly,
I hope you at least take time and try to understand it.

It wouldn't take long to be aware of what I'm about,
My content, on the opposite ends of the spectrum and also running througout it.
If you take the chance, I can help make an instant feel like infinity
And help remove the revulsion you experienced in the past
To replace it with unconditional allegience and true dependence.

I am

2009-10-22T11:52:00.000-07:00

I am chilled like a cucumber
That is just waiting’ to be eaten’
By whoever has a hunger for my love

I am caring like a heartbeat that never stops beating
Always pumping blood through the veins
Reassuring the certainty of life

I am your friend,
No matter what,
I am always there to patch up the pains,
To hold together the pieces of a broken heart,
And to soak up the spills of an open wound

I am the love that never leaves your heart
Bounded like bird in a cage
Never wanting to be released,
Adjusted to your touch and smell

I am your lover that never stops loving,
Even if you push and pull at my vulnerable soul,
Even crushing every emotion that I have
Till I can’t feel any such sign of life
Still loving what you do and what makes you, you

I am the secret that holds the answer
The answer to us being one of the same
And the answer to our future
A future that will care about you,
About your feelings to whatever you feel,
And about what you want from me
In this world we call home

I am what I say I am
I am here to take care of you
Like a pool boy watching over the water
That he is entrusted to be its caretaker
Fulfilling the water’s desires
And keeping the beauty pure,
In return,
The glimmering of the water’s natural light
Reflex its satisfaction on me
Warming my body and soul
Giving me hope
In hope that the acceptance to my caring and consideration
Will return the same trust and love,
Love that I carelessly give
To receive a little notice or whatever you have to offer

I am what I am
Happiness is all I want
And all I want to give
Such as a vending machine that never ask for money
Just spill out every vitals it has that makes it unique

Because I am me
But together excludes the “I” and includes the “We”
Like we were never suppose to be apart
“We” combines our heart to make us one,
One of the same spirits,
And in my eyes and heart,
And hopefully yours
That is all we need to stay in peace
Like a pond that never breaks into ripples
And that will never be taken over by scum

if i were a poem

2009-10-22T11:41:00.000-07:00

If I were a poem
I’d scream with bad words
Separating happiness and what I’m expected to do
Without even caring if I hurt her
If I were a poem
I’d turn into words
Made of ink and anger
Upon my creator
Like the lines of my diary
I want to be free
Choosing what to write
By making my own decisions
And stop writing what she said
If I were a poem
I will be white out
Deleting the future that my mom wrote for me
And rewriting my own
To do what I want
The dream that I dream of

My name is

2009-10-22T11:40:00.000-07:00

The name that my mother have given me is Viking
Whenever I wrestle I feel that I
Represent the colors of my school
Don’t let my innocent look fool you
Sometimes I can dangerous
Whenever you step on the mats with me
You better bring it!!!
Yesterday my name was success
Succeeding in some of my matches that play
To feel proud of brining the victory home
And be successful on the mats
To know that your team mates support you
Whenever you are working hard
And hear them cheering for you.
In my dreams my name was fear
Fearing that one day I am going to get hurt
And never come back to wrestle
To know that I would just be supporting my teammates from the benches.
Tomorrow my name will be defeat
Getting pin by someone better than me
And knowing that I have to work harder on the mats
And go 100% on my opponent
And have no mercy on him.
Inside me my name is happiness
Graceful to step in and combat
And leave my soul on the matt
And walk out of them victorious
Secretly my name is pride
Proud that when I step in and battle
I know that I always play clean
And that sometimes I make someone bleed
And at the end my hand is raise up by the referee!

I am what I am

2009-10-22T11:36:00.000-07:00

I am what I am
A smart know it all
Born in aldea la felizidad sector 4, Guatemala
Were you can do whatever you want
If you didn’t wanted to go to school you just don’t go
I am what I am
But what exactly am I
A kid or a teenager
I am what I am
A piece of a puzzle in a box
Misplace in the wrong place
Waiting to be taken out
I am what I am
A brown skinned human with black eyes that is darker than the dark of the night
I am what I am
The kid that people call Mexican
But don’t led the color of my skin fool you
Next time you call me Mexican you will be surprised because
I am 100% guatemalteco
I am what I am the hard working guy that you see practicing on the courts
And the one who wants to play professional tennis
I am what I am
The kid you call nerd
Watch out because
In the future you might be calling me boss
I am what I am
The kid who likes those delicious chicken tamales made by my mother
But that is just part of my culture
And I am proud of it
I am what I am

I Am What I Am

2009-10-12T12:18:00.000-07:00

I am what I am

A young male coming from the cold Mexican streets

Where getting beat up is ok

And it’s hard to find someone who cares

I am what I am

The one who took the trip from Mexico to U.S. hard

But with time got used to

And learned to love his new home

I am what I am

The one who takes his sweet time

He distracts everybody

And his teachers are always on for not doing what he’s suppose to

I am what I am

The one kid who can’t stay still

If u look around he won’t be in his seat

He’ll be wondering around the whole class

I am what I am

The shy guy that turns into

The one who can’t stop talking once he finds his comfortable zone

I am what I am

The turtle in the class when it comes to work

No matter how hard he tries

He’ll get distracted and never finish

I am what I am

As proud as his family

I won’t change for anybody or any reason

And won’t forget where I came from.

If I were A Poem

2009-10-12T12:00:00.000-07:00

If I Were A Poem

If I were a poem
I extend my hatefulness
With thoughts and words.
I use my paper to write explosive
Words and use my pen to express
My fearless. Like a antler winning
His fight with his horns.
If I were a poem
I express my feelings
Through hate and fear.
If I were a poem
I fly so high to bring down my fears.
And led my papers flow and my pen been
Guiding me.

If I were a poem
My words would fall from my papers.
And put down my thoughts and start
Writing words again and again.
If I were a poem
People would know
How I feel by reading my hatefulness
And Fearless of this poem. If ONLY Y WERE A POEM.

If I Were A Poem

2009-10-12T11:55:00.000-07:00

If I Were A Poem

If I were a poem
I would wrap you up in my words
Since I can’t wrap you up in my arms
But I would still be missing you
If I were a poem
I’l l speak up my mind
Leave the shyness behind and express the future
But still be missing you
If I were a poem I’ll tell you about the call I waited
But never got the call
Time passes by but never did it end
It seems so long but it’s only been a month
If I were a poem
My letters would get in your mind
But would not make you understand
They would make you think but not reflect
If I were a poem
I’ll speak up my mind but not my heart
Scared to be rejected
But still be missing you

My Name:Floricela

2009-10-12T11:53:00.000-07:00

My name is a flower in spanish

Yet I am sharper than the point in a thorn of a rose

Yesterday I wished at 11:11

but my wishes are just adding up in infinity

Staying positive at times

Is like having a smile after

The opposing team just scored the winning point

I know that I am falling into a hole leaving

My true name behind

However, I am at a point

Where turning back is possible

But, its harder to climb up a ladder than

To go down one

My name is one of a kind

My dreams are unimaginable

Where you imagine the untouchable,

Is where my dreams begin

I am who knows most about my name

My name is better than what it was at birth

It’s become,

Strong

Brave

Indomitable

My soul is popent to any harmful individual

that wants to interfere

Yet my name is my soul,

Both optomistic and pessimistic

Self-Portrait

2009-10-12T11:50:00.000-07:00

I am like an Eastern wind, I come and go as I please. Flimpant and fleating I soar across land and sea. Having been many places and seen many things, you would think I'd become wise and sure. But fun and capriecious forever I'll be, not wishing to be anything more.

If I were a poem

2009-10-12T11:36:00.000-07:00

If i were a poem
I would express my feelings
and say everything that is on my mind.
So many backstabbers and haters
they say that they will always be there for you.
But in the end they never succeed with favors.

If i were a poem
I would let my hand take over
and my pen would run across the paper.
Writing how my friendships are getting colder.
Why does everyone have such cold hearts?
Wish i had pictures of them to hang up and
just throw darts.

If i were a poem
I would be as strong as i can be
With hidden feelings that only through
my eyes you can see.
Damn it if i were a poem
I would just be me.

What is my REAL name?

2009-10-02T11:47:00.001-07:00

My real name is Aries
Don’t be fooled by the soft exterior perceived as a sensitive Piceses,
Look inside and you can see the inferno
Fiery as a spring Equinox
Innocence isn’t the word to describe
The feeling of confusion I feel inside.

In my dreams my name was Taurus
Deliberate about my own life,
But too lazy to take action
The promiscuous girl who doesn’t care
Thin stiletto heels and long brown hair.

Secretly I know my name is Leo
I’ve centered myself
Self-centered
Gold and fiery shades of fur soar
The mighty lion always comes out and roar

My mother and father think I’m two different people
Gemini is what they think my name is
Twins at heart but only one at bay
It could be Siamese, but only one can win
Am I really me or is it my twin

2009-10-02T11:42:00.002-07:00

I am what I am
I am a girl with great desire
A girl with humongous dreams
Dreams of success (yea)
Dreams of love (aaauuu)
Dreams of the right path finding me
I am what I am

My mother cares for me
Like a nurse 4 a patient
My father dreams as martin Luther King (MLK)
Of me going to college
I am what I am

A girl who’s full of kind kitty kindness
A girl who’s full of friends
A girl with plenty of luck
A paradise garden with abundance of flowers
I am what I am

A girl who’s passionate about college
Like a cardiologist about a heart.
I am what I am
I am a girl with magnificent opportunities
Who’s lovin’ her life
I am a girl with bunch of people looking after her
& the sun is always smiling on me
I am what I am

But sometimes
I find myself saying
I am smooth (ash)
I am cool (AAA)
I’ll get through
So I don’t need to fall apart
I am what I am

Sorry

2009-10-02T11:42:00.001-07:00

For My Last Post

Who Am I?

2009-10-02T11:41:00.001-07:00

I am me
I am you
I am he, she, we
Who am I?
Take your pick
A simple guess
In a little mess
And somewhere in there
You’ll find what we share

In truth I am a tidy mess
I am an unknown phenomenon
In a bright shadow
Of sweet contradictions
I am flawed perfection
The same and yet completely different
From the rest of the world

I’m a misplaced road
Anxious to be found
May I ask?
Will you find me?

I’m another work in progress
With too many expectations
And not enough limitations
I care too much
And yet I find myself thinking
I don’t care enough
At times I just want
To be new again
A different being
With a mind moving
And melting
With the marvelous making of a genius

I am…nothing
Or maybe everything
Who knows?

So have you decided yet?
Who am I?

I am who I am

2009-10-02T11:37:00.002-07:00

I am who I am
And who I want to be

A weird Austinian
Breathing for 17 years and 5 months
A symbol of a strong Black woman

I am who I am
And who I want to be

Skin caramel like the inside of a snickers candy bar
Legs long as life
Eyes big and brown like a big brown bear

I am who I am
And who I want to be

An awesome Aries
Always asking amazing questions
Am I really who I think I am?
Am I really me? Of course… Right?

I am who I am
And who I want to be

Iendsfray omecay irstfay
Only they can understand
And only they will know

I am who I am
And who I want to be

A Barbie
Not like every other girl,
Yet unique and can’t change me

I am who I am
And who I want to be

Face appealing as the color yellow
Inside stubborn as a ram
Never follow, always lead
Because I’m the H.B.I.C.

My name is

2009-10-02T11:37:00.001-07:00

People think my name
Is hate. I see and look at the and see a
Lot of anger and they look like guilty persons.

Some say I’m a good
Person and some say I’m not a very good
Person at all. So why not call me mystery.

My name is judge.
Cause inside every person there is a guilty
And nice person. And i can tell you some to
Judge about. Like for example you see a hot
Girl who she acts like a good girl but she has a
Ugly side that no one likes.

They really think they’re
Better than anyone but that’s
Why my name is reviling.

I’m innocent of any charges
That people put at me just for
Being different.

And the real guilty person might
Be next to you stealing your money
While you sleep.

Don’t be selfish and set me free.
Cause I’m innocent……….

My Name Is

2009-10-02T11:37:00.000-07:00

The Name That Was Given To Me
Was Lost
I could see Nothing
And had nowhere to go
I walked Around in circles
Hitting each and every wall
I felt as if I would never get out

Yesterday My Name
was confused
Ihad no idea
Of what I would do
Or what I would Hear
Still I searched for a way out
I almost felt hopeful
Of actually finding a way out

I dreamed that my name
was freedom
to go where I pleased
see who I wish
And do what makes me happy
I then woke up
And realized it was nothing but a dream
I felt like falling asleep and never wking again

Tomorrow my Name will be stuck
almost the same
as the name that was given to me
now I just walk around
longing to fall asleep
and dreading waking up

Now I know
My name Is hpeful to change
and find a way
out of this place
where I'm trapped
I finally found an opening
to get out
and i felt joy
run through my body
as I run toward this light

2009-10-02T11:36:00.000-07:00

I am What I am…..
I am what I am,
Who I love to be.
No one can do it better,
‘Cuz I’m super unique.
I am who I want to be,
Down to the last drop of personality.

I am what I am,
Mixed chick with curly brown hair.
The Great Divine; Chocolate and Vanilla.
With a single dimpled smile,
Which can brighten a room.
Being different because I dare,
Passing out joy to those who care.

I am what I am,
Who I choose to be.
I’m not that chick, real flashy with pricey things.
I’m that chick with big hopes and dreams.
I am who I am,
The girl you’ll love to know,
Sticking around for more,
Laughing at me is like a comedy show.

I am what I am,
So proud to be me.
Once was drowning in a ocean of drama,
Followed the light house,
Now I’m back on the right track.
I’m here again.
I’m glad to be the person within,
Never holding back.

I am what I am,
The only person I can be.
Daring to be Unique.
No matter how many words are whispered,
No joke,
No insult,
Can change the person I am.

I am what I am,
And I love the woman I’ve became.
That’s all that ever mattered,
‘Cuz when words are tossed the wrong way.
Trust me, never hurt
Always flattered.
Because,
I am what I am.

WooHo

2009-10-02T11:35:00.001-07:00

LAKERS CHAMPS AGAIN THIS YR WATCH

I Am What I Am

2009-10-02T11:33:00.001-07:00

I Am What I Am

I am what I am
A normal human trying to succed in life
Took my first breath in March 6, 1993
To the pisces zodiac
Is currently living in Austin Texas
I am what I am
A nice person who can never be patient
The kind of person who deoesn’t like waiting
I am what I am
An only child of two brothers
With a lovely family of five members
I am what I am
A brown skinny girl with really straight hair
As flat as a paper
My mom’s dark brown eyes
I am what I am
As sweet as a caramel
Well most of the time
I am what I am
A person who keeps it real with the friends
Learned that fake people come and go
Is best to know how to pick your friends
I am what I am
As colorful as a rainbow in every matter
Caring and careful
When I express myself I put my feelings out and sound as clear as crystal clear
That would be my long lige story
I am what I am

By: Ilse Martinez
September 10, 2009
3rd Period

I am what I am

2009-10-02T11:33:00.000-07:00

I am what I am
trapped by sound alongside memory
you will see no wounds
yet,i'm bleeding to get out

trying not to cave in
to never leave this
inscribed outcast shell
a embedded soul of
loyalty, friendship, care

taking breaths of forgieness
not of others but myself
the hands i bear stained of blood
not of human but from all my past regrets to present
patiently staying there with no remorse of leave

my doing is what condemns me
tipping all scales to one side
making life like a roller coaster
a ride that is never ending
with breight lights in every corner of the way

thy eyes colder then ice
quivering at the sound of warmth vanishing in plain site
tripping at a moment of silence
lost within myself

closed off from the outer life
often quiet and peace of mind
mostly kind when spoken to
never close to anyone
only seeing what's before hand

2009-10-02T11:32:00.000-07:00

=)
=)

MY NAME IS

2009-10-02T11:30:00.000-07:00

Yesterday my name was Mute I tried to hide things to myself,
Didn’t want anybody to know about my problems.
I was mad at the world for treating me the way it was.
I screamed at everybody but no words came out.
I was like a Radio with no speakers waiting for someone to come and
Plug them in and listen to what I am trying to hide.
Tomorrow I will be heard
I will express my self
I am going to let everybody know
Everybody will hear me like when they listen to the radio
At max
I will shout and tell them my problems
So they can understand loud and clear
I will tell them about my Damaged
Feelings or about when people make me feel Vulnerable
I will shout to everybody letting them know what are
The things I hate
I hate it when people try make me feel like a clown

My name is

2009-10-02T11:29:00.002-07:00

My real name is attitude.
I've learned my manners
as an please and thank you
but once you set me off then this girl
as an issue.
You know the saying
"You want respect then you need to give it".
I dont forget and i dont forgive.
I hold a grudge.
Thats just how it is.

Inside my name is confidence.
I dont care what people say about me
I believe in myself
Its only for me to care and no one else.
rumors about me may be true or false.
whatever it is you dont know the cause.
I have many dreams to pursue.
I am intelligent and that rumore
is true.

My family thinks my name is Next in line.
My grandma, mom and two sisters
got pregnant at a young.
All so shocking it even makes me
bite my tongue.
They all dropped out of school.
They say that im next, but i know
better. I aint no fool.
Im going to study, graduate
and be somebody
I am going to prove them wrong.
If they try to bring me down then
they can get gone.

Tomorrow my name will be success.
Graduating is my main goal.
Im not going to sit around and watch tv
when i can be out there being
what i want to be.
Have my eyes set on Barbizon
which is modeling and acting.
You will know my name
by the age of 20.
Do i have courge?
Yes, i have plenty.

i am what i am

2009-10-02T11:29:00.001-07:00

I AM WHAT I AM

I am what I am,
A love sick teenager.
In and out of love
like one of cupids victims.
No matter how much I want to give up on love
I know I won’t.

I am what I am
Loyal to my man like a blind man’s dog
I’m always her for him
Only him.

I am what I am
A singer.
Some say singing sickens smart minds.
I say.
“It’s simply spectacular.”
Singing is my life
Its who I am
Who I want t o be
And it keeps me going.

I am what I am
On the inside and out.
I am a girl with crazy
Wild hair and an attitude
Like a gun without the safety on.
You never know when I’m going to go off.
I may seem shorter then a new born giraffe but I am stronger then I look.
I know my strength when I need to fight I’m ready.
I am strong enough to kill but I have enough control not to.

I am what I am
You don’t like it?
I don’t care!
If you have something to say keep it to yourself.
If you think your brave enough to say it
Think again.

I am what I am
I may seem nice but I’m just waiting to explode.
Cross my path the wrong way and it will be the last path you cross.
Because I am what I am
Who I want to be.
I am me.

By: Gloriana Espinosa

I Am What I Am

2009-10-02T11:29:00.000-07:00

I am what I am
A Mexican girl
Who lives in a weird town
Full of music and sports
The place I call home
I am what I am
And what I am is a quiet girl
I try to break out of my shell
A challenge it is for my
To go beyond my limit and show my true colors
Why?
It’s hard to get out of your comfort zone
I like to get away with my music and forget
Forget about what is going wrong
Forget about people
Forget about the anger I have
Forget about the pressure
I am in my own little world
I have dreams
They are the same as my parents
Finish high school
Go to college
Finish college
Be what my parents aren’t
I will be the achiever
This is who I am
The girl that likes to forget
The girl that likes to get away
The girl that will succeed
The girl that dreams
I am simply me

Love...I Guess

2009-07-31T19:34:00.000-07:00

He tells me
he loves me
and all I can do is run
away
far away
in the opposite direction
like I always do
sprint away
like a deer caught in head lights
like the coward that I am.

My love is only temporary
no one can keep it forever.
Bought
Sold
And maybe traded.
But no keepsakes

I don't know how to love
how to give 100% of myself away
not just half.
I like to keep some to myself
a small piece
that no one can ever change
one foot out of the door
so I can run before it closes
and locks me in forever.

Forever is a long time to be wrong.
I don't want to make any mistakes.
I'm not ready for forever.
i'm not ready to surrender

party girls

2009-03-27T19:30:00.000-07:00

From Juliet - The Dark Carnival

2009-02-20T14:04:00.000-08:00

The Master walks onto the stage
Head is bowed
Disshelved, white hair covers his face
He wears a dirty, ruffled, black suit
No one makes a sound
Waiting for The Master to speak
And at last he does!
"Ladies and gentlemen! Boys and girls!"
He has an inhuman voice...
He never lifts his head...
"Something wicked has come to your town... The Dark Carnival!"
His arms rise dramatically
His head, still bowed, moves sideways a little
The crowd is excited, waiting
“Tonight is the night you witness terrible delight, and the only night, for we appear in each town only once”
The Master slowly smiles beneath his hair, fiendishly
He slowly turns, then slowly walks towards the curtain
Back to the audience
His head slowly lifts; hair messily falls to his shoulders
A hand rises to the rope
“And tonight… we are happy to announce that you are joining us”
His head whips backs
Only to show a terrible sight
His eyes have been seemingly gouged out, now only black holes, blood dripping down his face
His black lips smile devilishly to reveal all of his white, jagged teeth, as if they were hastily sharpened
Gasps resound among the crowd, even a few small screams
“Welcome, my friends”
The Master says
“To your new home”
They are all suddenly terrified
Some try to flee
But it’s useless
“The Dark Carnival”
The curtain opens with a simple tug of His hand
And ghouls, monsters, and demons swarm towards the crowd
Dancing, singing, laughing
The terrified screams of the audience resound throughout the carnival, but are never heard
As one hundred souls are taken to a dark world
As on hundred souls join
The Dark Carnival
The Master smiles his devilish smile
Proud of his work
“Now… let us go, my darlings”
He said to the creatures

Violet Glove

2009-02-20T13:34:00.000-08:00

I feel a glove in the right side of my pocket. I pull it out to find Nikki's little violet glove smaller than my hand. It puts a smile in my face because it feels as if her little skinny long fingers are in my pocket warming up. I make sure its there every 5 minutes, and yet it still puts a smile in my face. Thinking of her during class, passing periods, calling her during advisory, and holding on tight to her glove like when i hold her hand during the store or before she runs towards the road. I see the glove and i see Nikki's smile one it, i carry her in my pocket and in my heart.

FEAR SAID TO ME...

2009-02-12T13:39:00.000-08:00

Fear said to me...

Fear said to me, “Close your eyes.You can't stay awake much longer.Your will to keep your eyes open will soon be taken over by me--Fear.Come to the darkness where you’ll never know what to expect.

”With a chilling voice, Fear whispered in my ear, “Are you afraid of me?” My skin filled with goose bumps from head to toe.

I could no longer move. Fear was taking over my body. Tears started to fall from my eyes and down my cheeks.I wanted to wake up from this horrible nightmare that was taking control of me. Scream because fear was taking over me each time I closed my eyes. I no longer had someone to rescue me from this horrible pain.

Then I let courage take over me. Now I look at fear straight in the eyes and say, "I'm not afraid of you.” Like snow, fear melts from my body—to no longer torture me.

True Love

2009-02-06T14:00:00.000-08:00

True love
Is when you say you need me like
I need you
And you can’t be without me like I
Can’t be without you
True love
Is when we talk on the phone
Cause when we’re not around
Each other we don’t want to be
Alone
True love
Before you make me cry before I
Tell you a lie
I’ll give my life cause that’s
True love

2009-02-05T14:04:00.000-08:00

Love

If two were one, then surely we,
Muses that sing love’s sensual empery.
Thy love is such I can no way repay,
To let base clouds o’er take me in my way.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height,
And all that’s best of dark and night.
Let us embrace:
Let there be only your lips’ breath on my face.
You leant to me a moment, crying – ‘Sing
If, as you say, you love me, sing with these’-
Love, till dawn sunder night from day with fire
Dividing my delight and my desire,
Lie closer, lean your face upon my side.
Love me through dusk begin and dark retire.
Ah God, ah God, that day be soon.

~Jon Martin

“I Find The Beauty”

2009-02-05T14:01:00.000-08:00

I find the Beauty in the World’s lack of Elegance;
I find the Beauty in some literature’s Intensity of Eloquence;

I find the Beauty in Nothing;
Because Everything is incapable of It

I find the Beauty in being able to explain
Why everything in the World is a Visual Monstrosity
Mankind’s Viscocity
As the Plain main causes of suffering and Pain

The Verity Of Beauty
Especially in what I cannot see
Even on occasions in which Beauty finds me

A Genuine Beauty is hard to find
A Genuine Beauty is disclosed in the quietude
Far Back in the vastitude of my mind
I Find The Beauty

"The Mirror: My Looking Glass"

2009-02-05T13:33:00.000-08:00

I peered at the Looking Glass,
a foggy, transparent, translucent mass
Of story-telling features . . .

The Mirror of Memoirs detects detects
the Owner that reflects reflects
His content. . .

The Smudges Smudges on the glass
Are Nightmares that’d come to pass

The Streaks and Streaks amidst the clear
are recollections it stores of fear.

The Cracks and Cracks are harmful stacks
of My Memoires that tax and tax
My Mind

The Schmears and Smears
are painful years
of Words that beplagued My ears. . . .

MEMOIRES OF A MIRROR . . .

Stared back at me. I looked into the mirror dazed and had just awakened. I knew not what stared back at me. I saw a color slur, a great big copper blur. The years came back with an earth-shattering slam. The mirror broke and fell revealing what he’d hidden from me. Parallel was a universe time-frozen opposite the curse on my end. It’s ancient history remained a mystery in the back of my mind. I reacted to it’s stillness, curiously in kind. I reached out to the fractured glass and it took my hand. I’d bat my eyes and in it I’d stand. I saw myself, battered, tattered and worn- unequiped to take on the morning. I switched place with my reflection. I was He and He was me and I began to see—MYSELF. My focus, my Eyes remained hooked on the other end of the Looking Glass I looked. From the other side, It-the Mirror looked back at me.

A single snowflake

2009-02-05T13:28:00.000-08:00

A single snowflake

A single snowflake fell on my nose and
Made my body tingle with joy.
The snowflake felt light and fuzzy,
It was like a feather, light and tender.
A single snowflake fell and it
Began snowing slowly.
It was a shower of cotton candy,
Except it was watery and cold.
The ground seemed happy to feel covered
By the white surface of snowflakes.It was the perfect blanket to keep the ground warm.

2009-02-03T13:43:00.000-08:00

“You”
You might shoot me with your words
You might cut me with your eyes
You might kill me with hatefulness
You might ignore me
When you see me
And one day you might regret
You might forget all the good times
We had together
For me were the most amazing days
Of my life
You might forget me in a couple of days
And I might take decades
Because you’re the love of my life
And you will always be
But I don’t forget how you threat me
Your bad words
Your false heart
But one day I will rise again
And be someone knew
That wont fall in love again…

2009-02-03T13:42:00.002-08:00

Why?!
Why did you tell me I love you?
If you really meant it
Why did you gave me your false love
Your false kisses and hugs
Your false feelings

Why did you let me fall in love?
If I was a toy for you
Why did you tell me?
You’re the love of my life
If it was all lies

Why did you offered me part of your time
If you just wanted to play with me
Why did you used me if my feelings were sincere

Why did you played with me?
If I learned to love you
Why did you do this to me?

But by the time you regret
I would be happy with someone
And would feel sorry for you

I would be another toy
For another guy
But not a simple toy
An expensive one
That you didn’t know how to handle…

2009-02-03T13:42:00.001-08:00

Where I’m From

I am from the Mexico
From mom and dad
I am from the pueblo from
(The little houses, mountains it tasted like dirt)
I am from the mountains
The fresh air
Who’s the flowers I remember
As if it was me

I am from the beautiful sun
From the sunset and clouds
I am from the houses and the music
I am from music with feelings and rhythm

I am from the food and taste
The taste I could not forget
From the beautiful smell of hot cocoa
That I could smell as soon as woke up

I am from my Mexico
That I would never change For anything

2009-02-03T13:41:00.002-08:00

What a friend is…

A friend is someone you trust
Someone that helps you when you have problems
Someone that when you cry or laugh
Is always there by your side
Someone you tell all your secrets to
Someone that gives you advise if what your doing is wrong or right
Someone you should thank for being there for you
Someone you should never exchange for another person
This is what a best friend is…

2009-02-03T13:41:00.001-08:00

“School Poem”

Big buildings, tall tree
A marquee with words on it
Sidney Lanier High School
Was the name if this building
Light colors
Beautiful green bushes that surrounded
The entire building.

The sidewalk that took me to the front
Of the main office
The place that made me feel comfortable
Since the first step

A tall building surrounded with big murals
Those made the school look pretty
Murals that were painted by their own students
What a magnificent thing
Students turned into artist

The courtyard
Amazing tall threes
That were widely open with tons of leaves
A calm silence
That was bothered by the little birds

Lots of classrooms that were filled
With all kinds of student
Hallways, students walking around the school
All kinds of things going on in their heads

More tall threes
They look like palms
This picture made people feel happy
Because it lighted their life’s with
Clear colors
Plants that were about to bloom

The second floor
Took students to see the school
From another perspective
Birdies hiding inside of the buildings
Scare of their own problems

Flags that were hang in the walls
All kinds of them
It represented all the different students cultures
Proud ness is what I feel about my fantasticLanier High School

2009-02-03T13:40:00.002-08:00

“Never”

I never stopped loving you
I just stopped showing it
Never say I love you
If you really don’t mean it
Never talk about feelings
If they aren’t really there
Never hold my hand
If you are going to break my heart
Never say you going to…
If you don’t plan to start
Never look into my eyes
If all you do is lie
Never say hi
If you really mean good bye
If you mean forever than
Say you will try
Never say forever Because forever makes me cry

2009-02-03T13:40:00.001-08:00

“My Room”

My room is where I go when I am sad
And also scared and mad

It’s my beautiful place
It’s quiet and calm

I go there when I am confused
And think about all of my problems

I crawl under my covers and hug my teddy bear
I start to cry
Is the only way I get my feelings out
Of my heart

I make up my mind
Of what I am going to do next
On my life

My room is my only friend
I yelled, run and sing
And it doesn’t get mad

This is why I love my roomAnd I would never change it

2009-02-03T13:39:00.002-08:00

“Mom”

Mom you’re the most beautiful person I know
I can talk to you when I want
And you’re always there to listen

When I am sad or depressed
You’re always there
To take care of me

When I have problems
You try to help me
But sometimes it doesn’t work

I know that sometimes you get mad
And you don’t talk to me
But I know that is for my good

But I don’t know
How but you figure out a way
To always help me
And you solve my problems

I don’t know what I would do
If you weren’t always by my side
I would be a completely different person

That’s why I love you
And thank you for always being By my side

2009-02-03T13:39:00.001-08:00

“I remember”

I remember when you told me that you love me
I thought your words were true
I remember when your hands where touching my face
And your lips where kissing me
I remember when you’re left me
My heart stop beating
And I dint know what to do
Know all I can do is forget
All about you
And start a knew life away from youThe farthest distance from you

2009-02-03T13:38:00.000-08:00

LOVE YOU!!!

I love you is what I herd
From your delicate lips
Your big hugs that used to be an amazing thing for me
Your phases that you shared with me
You’re the love of my life
You’re my princess, I love you, and I don’t want to loose you
These phases that drove me crazy most of the time
But I didn’t know that they weren’t for me
That they were borrowed for not a long time
Until you got tired of me

I was blind in those days
How couldn’t I notice?
What you were doing to me
Until someone open my eyes in front of you

You looked happy is all remember
Sitting next to a girl and hugging her
Probably telling her the same things
You told me
Telling her your supposedly love

But why?
What did I do to deserve this?
I used to do anything for you
Anything, but you didn’t care

I don’t regret being you and giving you my love
Because I felt happy and its all that matter

You broke my heart in 100 pieces
I cry for you, but I told my self
You’re not worth it
To be crying for you
That change me for a worst thing…

2009-02-03T13:37:00.000-08:00

“I Am what I am”

I am what I am
A sweet, smart and sensible girl
Also shy and determined
Nobody is like me
They might try but they cant
I’m the only one

STRONG, SEXY, and SENTIMENTAL
These words describe me very well
Strength because of the big red heart that I have
Sexy because of all that I have on me
And sentimental because of my tears dropping down my face…

I am what I am
A tall skinny girl with dark brown eyes dark as chocolate
Beautiful smile
And with sparkly diamonds eyes

I am what I am because of where I am from
Michoacan Mexico,
Where every one is nice to each other
And where I use to run down the hall
When I smell the good atole that my abuela made.
A place where you would never get lost.

I am what I am
A Latina spoiled girl
A girl that every wants to have by their side
I am just what I amIs all about me.

"Dad"

2009-02-03T13:36:00.000-08:00

“Dad”
Dad you tell I am a bad daughter
You tell me you’re disappointed of me
You might regret being my father
I know I am not a perfect daughter
But I am part of you
I have part of you blood on me
I have feelings to
You tell me I don’t deserve
Anything you give me
That it would be better
If I was dead
You don’t know how much
Your words hurt me
But I think you don’t care about it
I hope your words are lies
And you’re not serious
Because no matter what
I am still your daughter
I would like to be the perfect daughter
That you want
I would try my best
To do it
As long as you don’t tell me this wordsThat hurt me so much inside my heart…

I LOVE YOU!!!

2009-02-03T13:29:00.000-08:00

We sit side by side
I stare at you
I smile at you
I love the way you look at me
Glad for your presence
Hoping you’ll see me again and give me
A smile

Your radiant lips spoke softly to me
I love the way your radiant lips spoke to me
I love the way your voice sounds
When you say I LOVE YOU!!!
The sweetness in your voice vibrates
Inside my soul
Everything you say does no bother me

I have space in my heart for you
Let me share you my love
Because you’re the only one
That is allowed to be inside
Just as long as you believe in me

It’s all because of you that my dream came true
If I have to choose between breathing
And loosing you I would use my last breath
To say I LOVE YOU!!!
And I wrote your name in my heart and
Forever it will stay…

Publication Options

2009-02-03T13:23:00.001-08:00

Viking Writers--

Here is a list of websites that accept submissions of teen work.
http://fictionwriting.about.com/od/thebusinessofwriting/tp/Teen-Publications.htm

Here are several more links:
Publications that Publish Student Writing, Poetry, and Art
Stone Soup: the magazine by young writers and artists is unique among children’s magazines — it’s the only magazine made up entirely of the creative work of children. Young people from all over the world contribute their stories, poems, book reviews, and art work to Stone Soup. At first, it’s hard to believe 8- to 13-year-olds can create such engrossing stories, evocative poems, and gorgeous illustrations. But as regular readers of Stone Soup know — they can! [I have used Stone Soup and it’s one of the very best. You and your students will be inspired and moved by their published authors and artists.]
Merlyn’s Pen: Fiction, Essays, and Poems by America’s Teens is perhaps the oldest of all publishers devoted exclusively to teens in grades 6-12. [Merlyn's Pen, Inc. is in the process of reorganizing as a nonprofit foundation: the Merlyn’s Pen Foundation. Their mission is to build a vast and friendly library of the great works by teens written in the last twenty years. The library, open all day and night, and free to teachers, librarians, kids, and anyone interested in the lives of teens, will never close. It is online, which means it’s on every teacher’s desk, on every young writer's laptop.
Works at their library will often be beautifully illustrated, appearing exactly as they did when first printed in Merlyn’s Pen magazine. Even the design and typography of the poems has been reworked for viewing online and printing out at home. But best of all, any teacher anywhere can use the powerful search index to find exactly the right piece for her purposes: teachers in New York can locate in mere seconds 50 poems by top New York student writers. A seventh grade teacher attempting to teach the difficult art of character development in fiction, can locate—in the time it takes to take a sip of coffee—25 stories noted for their exquisite character development, and all written by seventh graders just like her own!]
Skipping Stones is a nonprofit children’s magazine that encourages cooperation, creativity and celebration of cultural and environmental richness. Skipping Stones is an award-winning resource in multicultural education. Skipping Stones publishes bimonthly during the school year, which accepts art and original writings in every language and from all ages. Its staff invites you to participate in this exciting project with your submissions, subscriptions, suggestions and support. Non-English writings are accompanied by English translations to encourage the learning of other languages. Each issue also contains international pen pals, book reviews, news, and a guide for parents and teachers. The guide offers creative activities and resources for making best use of Skipping Stones in your home or classroom. [This is a truly an essential reader for teachers looking outward and wanting to open their students to the world and its many cultures. The student samples on the site are first-rate, must reads to be shared with students.]
Potluck Children’s Literary Magazine: The Magazine for the Serious Young Writer is intended for writers in ages between 8-16 who fill each issue with their poems, short stories, fables, and book reviews.)
Potato Hill Poetry is a bimonthly magazine, except July and August, for teachers and students K-12. They publish poems written by students along with writing exercises, interviews with poets, book reviews, contests, and other poetry related material. Its staff is also interested in submissions of cartoons, writing exercises, artwork (black ink on plain white paper), essays on the writing process, and black and white photographs.
Teen Voices is the magazine written by, for, and about teenage and young adult women, ages thirteen to nineteen. Regular features include: Family, Health, Arts and Culture (music, web, and book reviews), an advice column, and creative writing. This magazine honors young women’s potential as leaders.)
TeenInk is a national magazine, book, and web site featuring teen writing, information, art, photos, poetry, teen issues, and more. All articles are written by teenage authors.)
The Claremont Review: The Best International Magazine to Showcase Young Adult Writers. The editors are looking to publish exemplary fiction and poetry by young authors between 13 and 19 years of age. They publish those slice-of-life stories that also focus on language and character, not simply plot-driven stories. Prefer free-verse, non rhyming poetry.
The Concord Review (A quarterly journal of exemplary history essays by high school students. Editors ask that students submit essays approximately 5,000 words in length.)
The Writer’s Slate comes out three times a year and publishes original poetry, exposition, and narration from students enrolled in kindergarten through twelfth grade.)
Writes of Passage: The Literary Journal for Teenagers is a literary journal published twice a year containing the poems and short stories of teens nationwide as well as special features offering insight into writing by established authors.)
YO! Youth Outlook: The World through Young People’s Eyes is a monthly newspaper by and about young people, which also syndicates articles to newspapers across the U.S. YO! Connects young people with each other and gives adults a window into the constantly changing cultures of youth.)
Blue Jean Magazine is an alternative to the glamour and beauty magazines targeting teen girls. It is the only magazine written and edited by young women around the world between the ages of 13 and 19. They publish teen fiction, poetry, art, commentary and nonfiction works. Its mission is to publish what young women are thinking, saying, and doing.
New Moon: The Magazine for Girls and Their DreamsNew Moon is the magazine created by girls for all girls who want their voices heard and their dreams taken seriously. It’s completely edited by a Girls Editorial Board (sixteen girls ages 8 to 14).
Kids on the Net. They publish tens of thousands of young writers from all over the world, focus on developing writing (and reading) and have a particular specialism in developing writing specifically for the Internet, with our collaborative projects and hypertext possibilities. They also support teachers and others who work with kids including librarians and children’s writers. [After I visited this site, I wanted to show it to my sons.]

my thoughts

2009-02-03T13:14:00.000-08:00

My thoughts

My friends look at my school differently
They see it as ghetto
I see beauty and uniqueness
The gold and blacks color all over the school shows our spirits
The sun that shines through the openings in the courtyard
And when it rains we run out and dance beneath it
The trees all around the school changing from bright greens to rusty reds
Yeah we have little things like tagging that can’t be removed but that’s everywhere
People think its dangerous here
But how because we have cops
No that’s just to make sure everyone is safe
Because the world is a dangerous place
Teachers are always there to listen
They wouldn’t be here if they didn’t care
For all you people that judge Lanier you don’t go here you just listen to what you here aroundWe are a lot better than that

" Don't Go"

2008-11-20T14:11:00.000-08:00

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.”

Picture Poem

2008-11-20T13:52:00.000-08:00

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

2008-11-20T13:40:00.000-08:00

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.

5 pictures

2008-11-20T13:32:00.000-08:00

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.

i write because..

2008-11-14T14:05:00.000-08:00

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.

2008-11-14T13:51:00.001-08:00

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

UN VISAGE ET FLEURS

2008-11-14T13:51:00.000-08:00

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

2008-11-07T13:50:00.000-08:00

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

a part of me ^_^

2008-11-07T13:43:00.000-08:00

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.

In My Dreams I am...

2008-11-07T13:36:00.000-08:00

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.

2008-11-07T13:35:00.000-08:00

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.

5 Pictures Of My Mom

2008-11-07T13:32:00.000-08:00

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”.

I closed my eyes and..

2008-11-07T13:28:00.000-08:00

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

2008-11-07T13:26:00.000-08:00

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

If I Were a Poem..

2008-10-29T23:37:00.000-07:00

If I were a poem
the words would fly off the paper

like a caged bird that has just been freed

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

in every color of the rainbow

i am what i am

2008-10-03T14:06:00.000-07:00

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.

It Is What It is.....

2008-10-03T13:48:00.000-07:00

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!

hi everyone :)

2008-10-02T13:33:00.000-07:00

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

my name is

2008-10-02T13:27:00.000-07:00

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

My Name…

2008-10-02T13:15:00.002-07:00

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

2008-10-02T13:15:00.001-07:00

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