I love to spend my time sitting on my bed Wondering what I can do instead Maybe go on my computer Maybe I should study Or just watch TV I pull off my covers Pay no mind to my bed hair Strength in ever direction Then get a cramp that hurts like s***(excuse me for that word) I walk to my desk and smile calmly in my head The future cannot be formed, if your sitting on your bed Don't wait for things to happen Take a step forward instead
My shoes won't tie My hair is a mess My legs our sore My room is a wreck I live with people crazier than me But I can't say that they're mean I wonder what life would be with a blue sky Birds flying through the sky But instead my sky is grey But I guess that's fine I mean life that can be a pain But I guess I like my life that way just telling you all the truth
On my last trip home Ilost my arm, I don’t know why or how.
I missed out on a year of my life
After so much worrying, the police finally released Kevin.
He came top the hospital, it was nice to know that I didn’t lose him along with
my arm.
I screamed and cried as I explained to the police that Kevin
didn’t belong in the hospital. They thought that I was just in shock from what
happened to my arm as they tried to understand and figure out how I lost my
arm.
“How did you hurt your arm?” they asked.“Who hurt you?” I was stuck on the
words they used: Hurt. They acted as if my arm wasn’t missing. Didn’t they see
it was missing.
“It was an accident.” I yelled. “An Accident.”
They started nagging me about Kevin. Their words went in one
ear and out the other.
I took a long pause when they finished speaking. I yelled
once more “It was an accident, Kevin did not hurt me. Get out and let me see
him”
That's amore When the world seems to shine like you've had too much wine That's amore Bells will ring ting-a-ling-a-ling, ting-a-ling-a-ling And you'll sing "Vita bella" Hearts will play tippy-tippy-tay, tippy-tippy-tay Like a gay tarantella
When the stars make you drool just like a pasta fazool That's amore When you dance down the street with a cloud at your feet You're in love When you walk down in a dream but you know you're not Dreaming signore Scuzza me, but you see, back in old Napoli That's amore"
I've been a writer. I started writing when I was 12. They were little poems that followed the AB pattern and rhymed every other line. I never invested the time to develop an advanced vocabulary so the poems consisted of overused words, but they were my poems. They were my thoughts in 12, or 14, or 24 sized font. And I cherished each poem that I started, whether I completed them or not; because they were my poems. They were my thoughts in black, or, blue, or pink ink on white paper. Those poems turned into short stories, which very quickly turned into never- ending stories.
I am a writer. I haven't written a poem in months; but I work on my novels daily. I've added a few words to my vocabulary, but not many. The stories still seem never ending; written in pure dramatization and ending abruptly. I save any deleted content and value everything. Because these stories or scenes, are my escape into a life that I have created. A life that has been stuffed onto a 13- inch screen, but can never be limited in words, font size, or font color.
But I've never shared anything with anyone outside my comfort zone. It may seem strange my comfort zone includes people that I don't interact with physically on a day- to- day basis. I've shared my creations online or through email. I've sent 100 pages of imagination to people that live in Oklahoma, or Chicago. But when my best friend since 10th grade asks me to send him something, I get nervous. I anticipate judgement.
I am a writer; I've been a writer. But I want to be a publisher.
I had this dream about a few weeks ago. This dream really hit something in me, and I usually dream of odd mainly violent things but this one is the worst of them yet. However, I still love dreaming and I find dreams very interesting, even though one of the things that scared me the most about this dream was that I thought it up, it came from my mind. So below is the dream I had it starts out normalish but gets better...
I was walking inside an old prison the ceiling was gone and the sky was bright showing trough. The
prison was green almost molding and decaying, as if it
was underwater. All of a sudden I start singing about wanting to know
my a secret that a "lover" of mine kept from me. I tried to get into the
jail cells but I couldn’t so I climbed up this thing it was metal and wood put together. When I got on the contraption I got the full view of the prison and saw many dead
bodies almost frozen in the position they were in when they died. Just sitting in the cell looking as if they were still
alive. Then there was on body that was at the head of the prison
almost looking out at the rest of prisoners. Under him was a torture
bed that faced everyone in the prison as well, probably to put fear into the prisoners. I tried to get down the platform I was on but the
place started crumbling and what I was standing on was about to fall along with the entire prison. So I
ran and swung myself from pillar to pillar and from chain to chain, like Tarzan, till I got
down safely. One of the larger pillars fell over and hit a cell opening it. I ran to the cell
and inside there was a cross that had diamonds and pearls on it and very huge diamond ring.I had the urge to pick it
up and take it but I felt like if I did something bad was going to happen so I left it there. I
started running out the jail under a bridge, which reminded me of one were I used to live up in North Philly. I noticed a cop looking at me and I pause started
chasing me in his car but after a while I pauses again, stopping in the middle of the road and looked into his eyes. I felt
like I wanted to be caught, like I needed to be taken away by the police officer so ran after the cop car, but he looked at me and turned going the other way. I ran after the car and I got tired and had to stop. As I was breathing heavily I felt this over whelming fear. I decided to run the other way. All of a sudden it got really dark and a few people started
coming out of a building. This is where I find out that apparently in the past I had a husband who killed a mans wife
for me. Yeah I know where is this coming from? It makes no sense. I figured it was the "lover" I was singing about wife and that I wanted her dead so I could be with him. However, it makes no sense that I would tell my husband to kill her so I could go with another man. Back into the dream I was divorced from my husband and while walking around he found me. I wasn't scared at first until I realized that he was trying to kill me. I ran and then the
man who’s wife was slain by my husband. my "lover", arrived and tried to kill
both my ex-husband and I. He chased us and killed my husband in the most violent way by ripping him
apart. Literally ripping the skin from his body, blood, organs, eyes, muscles, teeth ribs were all flying around. It was like blood and guts were put into a blender without a lid and the blender was turned on. Then my "lover" chased the me and I struggled, fighting him back. I was killing him and he was killing me, the same way he killed my ex-husband, by ripping each other apart. It was the same image of blood and body parts flying around except excessive because it was both of our bodies. However, imaging the most horrific screams that almost sound inhuman coming from my throat. Towards the end of that dream both of us were close to death. I screamed more and more and all that was left of my face was a
bloody skull, my scalp half torn off, sliding off the back of my head. an eyeball dangling in the night wins, and my rib bones, some broken and intact, just showing brightly in the dark. The dream ended with my screams fading into gurgling noises and me falling to the ground.
I don't think I have much to write really, so this story will be kind of lame. Anyway, I started my Capstone today which is teaching an 8th grade class about medical history. We started with osteology. I was panicking all week because when I went to introduce myself last week I was pathetic and could barely figure out what to say when put on the spot in front of the class. It kind of discouraged me and made me not want to go back, but I felt like I was too deeply committed to be able to back out of it now.
However, this class went fantastic. Everything literally fell into place and all the students actually seemed interested, even taking notes and yelling at me if I went too fast for them to write. It was insane and awesome at the same time.
