My Little Blue Sailboat

Trapped in a dungeon of love
Escape seen only in the darkest of days
My white little boat floats around in your heart
I am all alone
My echo as my only companion
Death is among me while you are mute
Blinded by the words of anther love,
I am trapped
Trapped in your dungeon of love


Inspired by untitled by Cy Twombly

Colors

Inspired by untitled by Dwaledface

A little girl who stands lone in a world of millions
On the outside you see beauty
Greatness and wonder
Full of color and life
Unstoppable by life and breathless against nature
A grown woman who stands with many in a world of emptiness
In the inside you see darkness and death
Torture and despair
Lost between the trouble of life and drowning in the pool of chaos

WHAT I AM HEARING!

Bells
Daylight
Repeating
Screaming
piano
In my head
Loud
So loud
STOP IT
I cant take it and more
God DAMN
Cut it out
Smashing
dance
Sleeping
Squeaking
Laughter
Not mine
Shoes
Whispers
My thoughts screaming at me
Shut up
Heads throbbing
I know your secret
No you don’t
Pain
Stop
Just stop
I'm begging you
PLEASE
SHUT THE F*** UP!!!!
My head smashed into the ground
nothing

Take My Hand

Take my hand
Hold it tight
And promise me that you will never let got
Destiny will hold us together
The tree of my love grows larger day by day
143 you know you and me
Don’t leave me please don’t go
Take my hand
Hold it tight
And promise that you will never let go.

Christmas

The gorgeous night
The happy night
The perfect night
The star glistens from a far
as the baby boy was born
He is perfection and smiling
Everything seemed content and perfect
but it you look at it, it was not.
The wet night
The cold night
The night the destroyer came into my world
The sad night
In real life; nothing is perfect
In real life; there are no happy endings

MARRY CHRISTMAS! :D

Written in the eyes of Madi Brey

The Way of Writing

So what really is writing?
Writing is the thing that you do when you are mad.
You do it when you are happy.
You do it to get all of your emotions out.
You do it to have fun.
You try to put all the words on the paper but sometimes its just not possible.
And sometimes you cant write enough.
But in the end it is writing.
Beautiful.
Cruel.
Clean.
Chaotic.
One of the things that makes this world go round.
I mean think about it; without writing, we would be nothing.
Writing is joy.
Righting is proof that you and I exist.
It is magic.
It is truth.
It is what keeps us all in order.
It is how we learn.
It is communication.
With out it we would be a mute world.

Depresion Symbolism

imagine being really depressed, so badly that you couldn’t even look at your self in the mirror. When you got to school no one would talk to you and there is no way to change it. In the book “Speak” By: Laurie Halse Anderson, there is plenty of symbolism. Malinda, the main character is very depressed in this book which makes this symbolism really work.
There are plenty of symbols that show this but one of them is the bus window. On page three of the book it says “I try to open my window, but the latches won’t move.” This show that Malinda is in closed and fells very alone, because closed windows mostly show no new beginnings and depletion. Another symbol is the janitor’s closet. She goes here when she wants to be alone, which is most of the time but in this closet it is very dark, and gloomy. The closet is also abandoned, and that is how she feels. The last symbol that shows proof that Malinda is depressed is the mirror. It’s says that the mirror in her room and the mirror in the janitor’s closet. The one in her room, she took down and put it in her closet, facing her wall. This shows that she is ashamed of herself and can’t bear to even look at herself. She does the same with the one in the janitor’s closet. The last symbol that I would like to point out is her grades. If you look at the report card on page 46, it shows that she mostly has bad grades, with the exception of one. The only class that she has a good grade in is Art. The reason being is that it is the only class that she can truly express herself. She has so much pain built up inside of her and in this class she can just take all of that and throws it on to a canvas. Studies say this is one of the best ways to deal with depletion.

imagine yourself depressed, so depressed that the only thing that you can turn to is art. In the book speak, I learned that you can be depressed but in the end friends will always be there for you and when you tell them you problems, it can all go away.

If Forever was Split

A quick gash from a knife and missing stitches
The world quickly begins to alter and I slowly die
Forever, a figment of my imagination but yet a word that still exist
"I WILL be with you forever"
And where are we now?
Broken
Split apart
Forever?
No
Just until fate decides to recapture the forever picture of our love
You and me
Forever
And when the gash is re-opened, then, at that moment is when I mend it. Because no matter what happens , I will be with you. And nothing, not even the world can stand between us.

Alone (Co-writer: Madi Brey)

Its wet and cold in the air
You know those days, the ones when you know something is going to happen.
The fog rises from the ground as you see a glimpse in the forest.
As you creep closer and closer you see a little girl.
Dressed in a ripped up raged lace dress.
She looks at you and just stares.
Her black hair covers most of her face
Except her green eyes glowing
Staring you down
The skin of the young girl is pale no color at all
Slowly she moves toward you
Arms out
At first glance she looks sad
Maybe even lonely
The gate swings open and makes a long bang
Her head moves up as she walks like the living dead passing graves stones
She has been abandoned.
With no use of comfort but herself.
A single little girl walking closer and closer to you.
You can feel your blood getting chill.
As she gets closer, you can see gashes up and down her arms with dried blood sticking to them
You cant help but to gaze into her bright green eyes.
Soon spiders creep out of them as the crooked smile on her face gets bigger.
You try to run but the grave behind you hits your leg.
She's now inches away and grabs you.
She pulls you close to her.
Her eyes staring into yours and her smile gets bigger and her hand slowly moves out from behind her back.
Your heart races and your mind goes crazy as to what will happen.
You kick and scream but you just cant get away
A panicked look shots the girl holding you and she lets go.
Her mouth opens maybe to eat you or scream.
No, she pulls her arm out from behind and there is nothing.
Just her arms opened wide waiting for a hug.
That's when she says it…. Friend :).
A misunderstood girl just looking for a friend in a world left all alone.
Just was waiting for you.
No harm will be done.
You cant believe this but she was only trying to help your leg after you fell.
Don't Judge a book by its cover.

What?

What would you do for the one you loved?
What would you do for the one you loved?
Walk a thousand miles in the rain just to see his face.
Steel your friends phone just to call him.
Play hooky from school just to talk to him.
Push down the people that stand between both of you.
Swim across the ocean to his boat.
Get an F in your class just to daydream about him.
And maybe, just maybe give your life for him.
this, this is how I feel abut you _____,
I would do these and many more things for you
If you haven't noticed I love you
And I know you don’t love me back but I wrote you a letter telling you how I feel, so here It goes

Dear ______,
When I met you for the first time I knew I'd see you again. When I did I knew this would never end. When I see your picture I scream. When I heard it was your birthday I cried because I could not afford to buy you a present so instead I stayed up until midnight the night before just to call you and say happy Birthday. When we are on the phone you cant see it but I am smiling the entire time. When you text me I jump out of bed to reply. When I see you I melt inside. I write you initials all over all of my things. I memorized your favorite song for you, I basically memorized everything about you. When I point out my flaws to you don’t try to change the; you say they are what make be beautiful. When I talk to you I blush like crazy. I would do anything for you; change all my ways, I kind of already have. When I am having a bad day you talk to me and make it better. I stay up as late as I can for you. I talk too much about you. I count down the hours until school is over so that we can talk. I pay money for a Skype so that I can talk to you when I get lonely. I waste money at the concession stand because you work there and I need an excuse to come and talk to you. I would die for you. I love your rosy cheeks, how you’re a nerd, your laugh, your hugs, your blond hair, how your always happy, your smile, how you agree with me just to make me happy. You make me smile, blush, laugh, you give me butterflies. You make me explode inside. You make my heart pound. No words can explain how I feel for you. I cant get you off of my mind. I see you in every person that I talk to. You say I'm yours forever. I love you.

But wait, you don’t love me back. It was all just a lie. I like how you told me that you would take me to the dance and then you go and take a girl that you just met and I, I had to find out from a person that I hardly know. And why in the world would you feel obligated to love me?! You do know that you don’t have to do what you don’t want to do.

the three things that I hate in a guy players, posers, and liars. And guess what you are; you are a liar. You little MOTHER F*****!!!! Yes that is what you are _____, and you make me so mad. Do like making girls cry or something? You know that you were doing it, you even told me. You were messing with my mind and you knew it. You don’t even feel bad about it do you? Is this some kind of game? I know you’ve probably been hurt before but not as bad as I'm hurting now. Let me just tell you that the two times I have cried the most in my life are when my grandma died, and when you broke my heart. And that, that is how much I loved you. Well I just want you to know that my cutting days are over and I'm done with my tears. Iv sound someone new, someone better than you. Someone that will not break my heart.
I hope you get dumped hard hope you get hurt as bad as me, because I really did love you. So next when you get your heart broken, don’t come crying to me. You were no there for me some I'm not here for you. So go ahead and run away because I'm not running after you this time.
Love. Ally <3

I hope you happy Peter!

Dear God,
I still remember it like it was yesterday it started out as a normal day. March 27th 2010. I had slept over at a friends house the night before and we were eating breakfast. My mom sent me a text message telling me that grandpa had called saying that grandma hadn't been doing to well and we need to hurry there. She would be there to pick me up in ten minutes. I hopped in the car and the entire three hour ride there was pure science. We got to the house and all I could see was grandma in the hospital bed in the center of the room. I hugged her and she told me these words "your such a sweet girl, don’t you ever change, I love you". I couldn’t tell her I loved her back without crying so I ran to the bathroom as water poured out of my eyes. The entire time at her house I prayed to you asking to let her live longer. Long enough to meet her great grandchildren or at least to Christmas. But I happened, March 29th 2010 mom called me up into her room. Before I could even get to the top of the stairs I could hear her crying; I already knew what she was going to say but I still let her tell me. She gave me a huge hugs while the tears ran from her eyes. "honey grandma, grandma, " she could hardly finish her sentence. Soon I was in tears "grandpa called and well, grandma passed away this afternoon. She gave me another hug, "well she's in a better place now. She loved you so much and don’t you forget that, she told me to tell you never to change. You are a beautiful girl Ally and please stay that way." I was hurting so badly. I sprinted out of her room and into mine ; that nigh I stayed up until three in the morning that night crying.
Now god all I ask is one thing. While my grandma is with you can you please love her, love her with all her heart. And can you also let her know that I love her and miss her soooooooo much. I think about her all the time and the memories we had together. And could you let her know that I pray for her as much as I can. Oh what I wouldn’t give to see her one more time. To tell her I loved her one more time. Just hug her and never let her go. Well thank you for protecting her until my day comes, God .

Love, Allyson Anne Pfister (granddaughter)

RIP: Grandma Pleger (I love you)

February 23, 1932 to March 29, 2010

What do you see when you look into my eyes?
Someone with wisdom and knowledge?
Someone with strength an courage?
Or someone with stardom and greatness?
Well I and something greater and much deeper than just that.
Threes a hole different girl that lies beneath this smile.
Someone striving to get out but just cant make it.
A girl who has been through a lot.
A girl who isn't really understood.
A girl who has her life picked out for her.
But if you really get to know this girl you will see this side of her.
The side that only a few people know of.
So don’t judge her on what you see on the outside because way deep down within her soul she is crying.

Forgotten

A perfect family made up of four perfect people. A mom, a dad, a baby boy, and a baby girl. The girl being the most precious of them all got lots and lots of attention. She wore pink satin ribbons and perfectly laced dresses. There was not a moment when she was not in somebody's arms. As they cradle her back and forth telling her that she is the most beautiful girl in the world and one of gods greatest creations. A precious little infant with perfect silk skin.
One gloomy old day on the streets of Pewaukee WI. The rain was not yet among them but they all knew it was coming. The sky was a foggy grey color and the air was moist. Not the best day for the people of Pewaukee but for some reason little miss perfect loved today. You could hear the pitter patter of her newly trained feet on the wooden floors, and the laughter of her incent voice. Soon it happened. First little small drops of rain and soon huge ones. As the sky got darker and darker mother told the kids they had to go to bed. Baby girl fell asleep quickly to the sounds of rain and her mothers voice singing to her. As the town drowns in the rain baby girl in amused by the sounds and feeling of the night. People take pictures of her from the outside and gun shots shoot from a far representing the thunder and lightning. Mother wakes up the family and tells them to run into the basement for protection. The boy runs to the stairs and sees his tree fall in his back yard smashing into baby sister's window. At that moment he remembers, his sister is up there. She is upstairs alone. Not to knowing the dangers that surrounds her. Mother bushes the boy as she is telling him to get to safety. Precious little girl wakes up to the sound of the crash and shatter of glass. She stands up in her crib to see that a tree had crashed into her window letting the perfect weather into the house.

Baby girl grew older and can still recall the day that she was left alone. Forgotten. With nothing to protect her but her wooden crib. And when they day comes when the sky is a foggy grey color and they air is moist, she walks out side and waits. Waits for the rain, and when it finally begins she stands. Just stands and cries. Cries upon the flashback and the memories of being forgotten. Knowing that nobody truly loved her; she stands and cries. As she was treated as the most fragile of all she was forgotten. And she loves the rain. She waits for it day and day again so that she can once again stand in it and cry without any one seeing her tears.

Too Good to be True

Have you ever been having so much fun that you didn’t want it to end? The day that you are with all your friends and all your worries are gone. The world seems to be in all perfection. You look back to the past and cant remember the last time you had been this happy. Nothing but laughter fill the air, this is just like a perfect movie. You feel almost like you are in a dream. You all giggle as your friend tells a joke and the summer sun sets beyond the clouds. You are living your life like there is no tomorrow. You are in absolute heaven. You soon fall asleep around all your friends with a smile on your face. You wake up in the morning wanting to reply the whole thing. But you cant, it was a once in a lifetime opportunity. You soon regret ever letting your perfect day end. You probably could have done something to make it longer. But we all knew it had so end.

The Unthinkable By: Maddi B.

Tears rolled down my cheek,

As I told them Parker,

It was hard to even say it,

I knew I shouldn’t have snitched on you



But I love you and you need help,

I am just trying to get that for you,

Parker you can't be mad,

I didn’t get mad when you did those things,

You were so bad,

You did the unthinkable



Ran inside,

And asked me to join,

Your little sister,

Parker you know it hurts me,

The pain you caused,

I can't even look at you



You never loved me,

Now you never will,

And that pain kills,

I sit here thinking now,

About what I have done,

I drove you farther away



Parker but I did the unthinkable too,

I hurt myself instead of you,

Don’t be mad,
Though I know you could care less



What this unthinkable thing did to you,

Or even me

We both hurt someone,

That person being me



I cut for the first time,

Although they are small,

It's still pain

And you scarred me,

Showed me the other side of you,

A side I wish to never see again

It's too late what's done is done



My leg hurts,

While my heart aches,

I just want you to know,

You did the unthinkable

More unthinkable than the last

You stopped the love,

I have no one,

Left to fend for myself



How could we be so careless?

Why did this terrible thing happen?

Did we ever think about the unthinkable?

The thing that harms us both

It's You

It's you I love
It's you I cherish
It's you I hate
And Its you I despise
But it's not you who I am with
And it's not me who you are with
You say that you love me but then you go and break my heart
And now all I have to say to you is I've found someone else
Someone better
Someone that will not break my heart like you did
So now it's him I love
Now it's him I cherish
Now it's him I don’t hate
Now it's him I don’t despise
Now I'm never coming back to you
And I hope you get your heart broken like mine was
You deserve it!

Beauty

I wear these pretty clothes to hide my ugly pain, and I am sick of crying so from now on I am shopping at Goodwill. And by doing this I will be showing you my true beauty. if you can't see that I have it without the glam then you don't have any. I don't need to act like Barbie to show beauty. I am beautiful just the way I am and I now see that. Beauty comes from within the soul and not just the the clothes you wear or the make-up you use. everything and everyone in this great world has beauty but you can't always see it on every one. So next time show it off. Bring out your natural beauty and just be you. Someone once told me that god made even the ugliest people beautiful because he loves us, this is why you and me; we are a lot alike. we both have beauty and we both need to know that. Show your beauty and believe that you have it because you do!

Patriotism

Patriotism, the love for your country and and the people in it. If you are living in a country you should love it therefore you should have patriotism. I believe that everyone should have a small bit of patriotism but if you are growing to not like the country's ways then that is okay not to have a lot of it. when you stand and say the pledge at the beginning of each day, you are showing patriotism. when you shoot off fireworks on the fourth of July, you are showing patriotism. when you put you hand over your heart at a basketball game while the natinol anthem is sung, you are showing patriotism. and when you look at the red, white, and blue on out nation's flag and think about how lucky you are to live in a country that is so free and protected. You know that you have patriotism. So as you can see you show patriotism in the little things you do each day.

My Real Hero

Every one has a hero. someone they can look up to and someone that leads them through life. Someone who guides them along the way and to helps then with their troubles. Someone they can go to when they are lonely and someone who they love. Is it weird that I don’t have one. That I don’t love someone enough to follow them. I've just never had the heart for it. Getting yelled at and emotionally beaten doesn't really sound fun to me. I don’t want to be yelled at when I am right and screamed at when I am good. I want to believe that I love you and that you love me back but it just cant be done. I really cant say it. I'm not in the mood to say something that isn't true. So lets just pretend to get along and you can be my hero just for show. But when it comes down to it your really nothing close to a hero.

Backwards

The sun is blue and the sky in yellow. The grass is aqua and the lake is green. The houses are green and the plants are beige. If you haven't noticed everything is backwards. And this is how my life goes. Lost in a tunnel of time. I'm not understanding. What could this be. My life just doesn't fit. Was I meant to be here or is this just a big mistake? Backwards gets confusing in a world of straight forward but it happens and that’s just something I have to live with. Something that will haunt me for the rest of my life but something that makes me different. Not in a bad way but in a neat unique way. And even in the darkest of pain I have sunlight.

Real Pain

When the loved get abused you know at that point nothing can get worse.
Just as you think the dread can not reach any higher, it does.
The sorrow that is stitching a quilt within my soul hurts so badly.
Do really know my pain?
No you don’t, you think you do but you don’t.
I feel the pain again and again, day after day.
The fire that rages in the soul and the ice that stings the heart.
I'v never felt this way before.
The autumn leaves change and so does my life.
I hate living without you.
I just cant bare it.
Its not possible
Soon I will die.
Die of loneliness?
No die with out you.
I sing your song at night and I wear your joy in the day.
Oh how I love you so.
Come back to me.
Its not far.
Walk across the water for me.
With out spoken word, call me.
And without touch, hug me

PLEASE!

Have You Ever?

Have you ever loved someone?
Enough to die for
Now imagine that person gone
Torn from your heart
As day go by and you hear nothing of them
You call, and you text but nothing
Nights of tears and days of sorrow
Not knowing what to do you eat away you sadness
You can't live without this person in your life...
there to hold you
Comfort you
Love you
And protect you
Have you ever wanted to die because someone has left you
My pain, you'll never know
The fire that rages within my heart you'll never see
And will never get put out
It will turn me to flames until I am completely vanished
Nothing but dust
With no one but myself because you have left me
Have you ever loved someone as much as I love you
I just wish you would no this
The pain I feel and the love I have for you
Have you ever loved me
I defiantly love you

A fortnight ago back yonder I saw it. An incubus. A lewd demand that preys upon the energy of a human being. With is monkey like face I had never seen anything like it before. It gave me an eccentric look and then hobbled closer. Closer and closer it got. A shriek then a leap. Before I knew it I was there. This is it. This is what the afterlife is. When people speak of the dark side. That is what that looks like here. I would explain more but that is a different story.

A Clean Well Lighted Place

Imagine yourself alone, in a small café with nothing to comfort you but a cold glass of brandy. In the story "A clean Well Lighted Place", the main character feels this way and has his entire life. This story features a narcissistic young waiter and his interactions between two different characters.
In Ernest Hemingway's "A Clean Well Lighted Place" one of the characters is very impolite. He says things about the old man that you probably wouldn’t want people saying about you. Things like on page 175 "He has plenty of money". He probably thinks this because he has money and he thinks it will make you happy but it doesn't and that is why the old man is so lonely. Researches state that people that are mean or that like cutting someone down is because they are insecure them self or it is because of a past experience that happened to them. He is probably taking all his anger out on the old man because that is the only outlet in which he can express his feeling in. you can tell at one point in his life he wanted someone to die because on page 175 he says “You should have killed yourself last week", he is using the old man as a symbol of the person that hurt him in his past. In my conclusion the young waiter is a selfish crude man that deep down is a real big coward.
Not only is there a young waiter in this story but an older waiter as well. The older waiter reminds me of the old man for several reasons. When the younger waiter says on page 176 “He can drink at home" "its not the same", he probably says this because he knows how loneliness feels because he is lonely himself. He also probably keeps the café open late cause he has no were to go much like the old man so the café is a way to keep himself busy. The only reason that he is not alone and drinking is because he knows that he will turn out like the old man so he is trying to change that by keeping the café open. On page 178 it says "he will lie in his bed, and finally with daylight, he will go to sleep, Ernest says this for a reason. Dark symbolizes nothing because that is what you can see, but light symbolizes everything because that is what you see. Because of this I believe that the older waiter hates being lonely and never goes to bed in the dark because he feels like he has nothing. He feels comforted in the light and that is why he likes it so much. He has this phobia because he is so lonely.
The old man is also an alcoholic. An alcoholic drinks 3-5 days a week and in this story the old man drank everyday which tells us that he is for sure an alcoholic. An alcoholic also has the ability to drink large portions and always wants more just like in the story when the old man kept asking for more brandy. Drinking is a stress escape and starts alone and early in the morning. Alcoholics have an increase tolerance which makes them dependent on drinking and gives them loss of interest this is exactly how the old man acts in this short story. The loss of willpower that drinking gives you causes relationship problems and leads to you to cut your friends and family out of the picture and that is why the old man is so lonely. Statistics say that there are more than twelve million alcoholics in the world and seven million of them are between the age of 12 and 20. I know that the old man is defiantly an alcoholic and it probably started in his younger years, this is why he is so lonely.
In “A clean Well Lighted Place” two characters are very similar and one is very denote and vulgar. This short story is a sad tale relating to the writer’s real life and his background with alcoholism. The lesson we can all take from this is that some people are insecure and very lonely, and this is just something that you need to be patient with.

Levitation

Last night I was watching Crris Angel Mind freak (a magician that specializes in levitation). I saw how he could levitate a whole room of people and so I thought that maybe if they could do it than I could too. I spent an hour reading articles from various websites on how to levitate and another hour watching videos on how to do it. I found out all of Chriss Angel's tricks and made some myself. After another hour of trying everything I saw online I finally got it. I could levitate in mid-air. I can't tell you how but I can. I also levitated my brother and he got scared. I just wish I could go higher . Maybe tomorrow night I will experiment with it. I do have a high sealing.

Scilence

Scilence
Pure silence
nothing but scilence
everyone has left
some might say there in a better place but I just say, there gone
no one to talk to
no one to have fun with
no one to laugh with
no one to cry with
I miss her smile
I miss his humor
I miss comming home to their faces
but there gone now and its time to move on
gone
scilence
all I hear in my breaths
silence
pure silence
nothing but scilence
scilence

When

When I met you the first time I new I'd see you again.
When I did I knew this would never end.
When I see you picture I scream.
When I found out it was your birthday I cried because I could not buy you anything and so instead I stayed up till midnight for you just to call and say happy birthday.
When you call you can't see it but I am smiling the entire time.
When you text me I awake from my slumber to reply.
When I see you I melt inside.
When I talk to you I blush like crazy.
When I tell you my flaws you don't try to correct them you like them.
When I am having a bad day you talk to me and make it better.
I stay up as late as I can for you.
I talk to much about you.
I count the hours until school is over and we can talk.
I payed money for a skype so that I can talk to you when I get lonely.
I waste money because you work at the concision stands and I buy things just so I can talk to you.
I only go to the football game to see you.
I love when you make me laugh.
I love how you are a nerd.
I love the way you give me butterflies.
I love how you lie just to make me happy.
I love how you agree with me even when you really don't want to.
you make me laugh.
you make me smile.
you make me blush.
you make my heart pound.
you say I'm yours forever.
I LOVE YOU!

Under The Water

Under the water, its so peaceful. when I'm gliding through the water I fell like I can do anything, I'm on top of the word and have all other power in the world. I wouldn't mind living there. If I could breath under water you would never see me again. It's always quieter under there. Muffled and calming. Sometimes if you stay really still it is completely silent. Until someone jumps in and as they hit the water they transform into slow motion mode. Their hair every were and the bubbles slowly float to the top and pop. It's a whole new world yet to be discovered. No loud noisier or horrific racket couldn't bother me. This could be the most relaxing place in the world. Someone jump as into the water and I sit and watch as the people up top that look so strange and crooked laugh as they push another friend in. Then I finally get up out of the water and take a deep breath quickly as I go under again. Everyone above is having lots of fun jumping in over and over again but trust me it's lots more fun down here all alone in my favorite place. The best place in the world. Under the water.

Fouettes

Hours and hours of practice. Three hours a night. Dance is in one way my life. I love it. I start out easy and get harder and harder. finally, I can finally do a foutte. One of my goals. I'm still not perfect but I can do it. I'm so proud of my self. when I did it for the first time I was so happy that I slaped my sister in the face and screamed so hard that I woke up my little brother. It was worth it though. All the practice pays off. Over 6 months of practice and finally. I can finally do a fouette!!!!


What is as fouette?:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e4hl4DCK2qM

People

All different. All the same. All nice. All mean. All old. All young. All boys. All girls. All tall. All short. that one thinks this. That one thinks that.but me. I'm different. Very different. not in a way that you can explain but in a way that you observe throughout the years. don't leave my side and you will see. you leave and I stay the same. Me. I'm, I'm different. I'm my own individual. and so are you.

Name poem

A- Amaizing
L- Love
L- Laugh
Y- yupp thats it

Crack of dawn I wake up to the screaming on my TV. I get up and walk outside with some waffles. As I sit on the pier I realize that its still there. Monday. Tuesday. Wednesday. Thursday. Friday. Saturday. Sunday. and now Monday again. Siting in the same spot and not moving with the exception of the occasional sticking its head under the water and grabbing a fish. There it stands in the same spot, five feet over and five feet out from the bowie. White and glamorous with the speak of orange. People say that you normally find them in pairs or big groups but not this one. It sits alone without a care in the world. All of the other ducks and geese swim by with their family's and baby's but this one stands alone. The beauty just sits. It doesn't care about showing itself off or having a family or any of that it just sits and enjoys each day. now the swan it gone. Never to be seen again.

Life is not like a movie for two reasons.
1. No Cameras.
2. Its not perfect.

Back then

Do you remember when we were younger and anything was possible.
When we would walk outside with no shoes and just ignore all of the yelling parents Just to have fun.
When we would make up pointless games and play them for an entire day.
When we would go to the bathroom at school just so that we could talk to our friends.
Wasting an entire summer doing absolutely nothing but loving every second of it.
Building forts out of blankets in the basement just to have and excuse sleeping somewhere else.
Prank calls at night and swimming during the day, we all and act like nothing happened.
I remember the day that my brother played an entire two hours of hide and go seek with a nail in his knee before he told our parents.
Playing beauty parlor and actually cutting every inch off of your friend’s hair.
Dressing up in funny costumes because you thought that when the neighbors saw you that they would think you were cool.
Thinking that when you put your hands over your eyes that no one can see you even though it’s just that you can’t see them.
Hiding in the bathroom with your friend for an entire day because your friend’s dog is sick.
Hiding from the neighbor boys because they had cooties and then hanging out the Entire day the next day and pretending that nothing ever happened.
The time when no one got yelled at for not doing what they were supposed to.
When fun was the only thing on our minds.
When we would go from house to house to house all day without anyone caring or parents being worried.
No phones to bug us the whole day.
Swimming through the weeds and to the island just so that we could stand on the rocks and watch the carp fight for food.
Playing pirate and making your friends walk across the fallen tree in that water and pretending it was a plank, then when you friend falls off and into the water you all jump with him.
Hanging upside down from a tree branch in your secret club down the street, that you later find is a dump.
That you later find that life is more then care free days in the sun.
That you later find that life is diffrent now.
That you later find that you dont have a choice to go through time or not, time goes by and then days and month and before you know it, years but you never had a choice. you were forced to do it.
Forced to live and forced to go through every day. not being able to pause time or stop in your tracks for a break.
When the timmer rings in the morrning you get up, you have to, you eaither have to go to school or a job.
No one can survive in this world without them so we have to go.
Then you geet home and eat, another trick of survival.
Next you do your homework or work that you are forced to get done.
Life is not full of dicisions.
We are forced to live it.
We are foreced to do what our parents say (even though you dont agree with them even one percent of the time).
Forced to live where your parents tell you for 18 long years.
Forced to go to bed with out a meal and a starving stomach if thats what it takes to get throuh your life.
Six more years.
Only six more.

laying in my cold bed as the winter winds blow. We are a poor family and dont have windowas or doors. I sit on my bed prying before I rest. sudenly the sun seemed to be comming up. It got brighter. Then brighter and brighter. So bright I had to sheild my eyes. Speachless was I and then a black speck came to my eye. Bigger and bigger it got untill all that I could see was black. Then nothing. This it shal stay. Black forever. black for life. This it shall stay.

Rules of the Road

Imagine having a drunken Dad and a bipolar Mom, you would pretty much have
to take care of yourself alone. No one to wake you up in the morning, no
one to cook meals for you, no one to be there for you when you are sad,
and no one to help you with the tough life that you already have. This
is how Jenna from the book Rules of the Road , feels all and everyday.
Joan Bauer uses many symbols and a lesson in this comedy.

In the book Rules of the Road, there are many important symbols.
On is the wheel chair. This represents Mrs. Gladstone and her old age.
Another symbol in the book is Jenna. She represents Mrs. Gladstone In a
different way. Mrs. Gladstone even said to Jenna in the book that she
reminded her of herself. She acts like her, looks like her, works at her
store and more. The last symbol that I would like to point out is
Jenna’s Dad’s favorite alcohol drink. This symbolizes her dad
alone. this drink scares Jenna. She just cant even look at her. This is
when Jenna’s dad is drunk (all the time) and she is scared of him. But
she holds it all in. Jenna seems like a very calm person so that’s why
she doesn’t show that she gets really scared of this drink and also of
her dad when he is drunk.

This story has symbols but is also a comedy. The story starts
out in normalcy when Jenna is working at her average job in her home
town. The conflict arises when Jenna’s dad comes to meet her and he is drunk. He says that he is just on medication but he is drunk. This is where things start to head down hill. Another part of the mild conflict is when Jenna’s mom wrights she the letter that threatens to kill her, this scares Jenna a lot. The conflict gets resolved when Jenna and Mrs. Gladstone go on the road trip together. This helps Jenna forget all of the stress in her life and focus more on relaxing. The return to normalcy is when Jenna and Mrs. Gladstone return to home and go back to the normal life’s that they were living before they went on the road trip.

This comedy also has a lesson. I believe that the lesson is that you should always stick with your family no matter how bad they treat you. Jenna’s mother was mean and threatened to kill her constantly but if Jenna would have stayed home and didn’t go on the road trip then she could have probably had time to work things out with her mother and make things right again. Also her dad was a drunk and she shouldn’t have gone away and then have him arrested. What she should have done was stayed home with him and try to make him less of an alcoholic. She should have helped him become a person that drank less. On the other hand Mrs. Gladstone is like family to Jenna also. Jenna spends the most time with her. Jenna drives her around and I think that Mrs. Gladstone feels a family type of bond between Jenna and herself. So if you think about /it both ways, Jenna would have done the right thing by staying with her parents but also by leaving with Mrs. Gladstone. The point is that no matter how bad family is they love you and you should always stay with the ones who love you the most.

Jenna was a girl from an unloving family and she had the choice to leave it all. When the choice came around she hoped in the car with her boss and left. But in the end she came back to her family. The story Rules of the road by Joan Bauer is a comedy. This comedy includes many things such as symbols and a heartfelt lesson.

Life

RED- Birth
ORANGE- Infant
YELLOW- Todler
GREEN-Child
BLUE- Teenager
PURPLE-Adult
BLACK-Death/Rebirth

Quote By: Aurora P.

Death is slow. Death is peaceful, but sometimes it comes to fast and to early.

Please wait for me

The love I had for you was bigger than the world.
The tears I shed for you were bigger than the seven seas.
All the care in the universe could not compare to how much I cared for you.
When you were sad, so was I.
When you were happy, I was the same.
Now that you’re gone I don’t know what I'll do without you.
I’m glad that you’re not in pain anymore but I still miss you.
You showed my family and I sings that you were in a good place.
I just wish that I could talk to you.
See you one more time.
Tell you that I loved you.
The Entertainer, the swan, the star, your music box, your pictures, the flowers.
They all remind me of you.
Please wait for me.
When I hear the entertainer I see you playing it and me dancing along, just how it was when i was a little girl. You always said that I would grow up to love dance and you were right, I just wish that you could have seen my last profomance. it was the best one that Ii have ever done in my life, but i know you were watching from up there.
When I see the swan, alone I see you and how much you loved to swim.
When I play your music box, I see you next to me telling me that it will all be ok and singing along to the tune.
When I look up at the stars I don’t see just a ball of flame in the sky but rather openings where you shine down to tell me that you are happy.
The lilies remind me of death but then also of your entire personality. I smell them in the neighbor's yard and try to hold back the tears.
You pictures remind me of the twelve amazing years of great memories that we had together.
Please wait for me so that we can make more memories.
I love you.

Death?

Is death really death? I mean when you die do you really die? People talk about the places you will go after death. They say you will stay there for eternity. Some people speak of heaven. And some of hell. But if you live after you are dead than your not actually dead. When people say “R: Rest, I: In, P: Peace (RIP), does it really mean that you will die, because when you rest you some how always wake up. In millions of years will we all wake up? Will we all walk the Earth once again? Or will we just spend the rest of forever in were ever this place is that people go when they…..when they well go? This might just be the start of a new beginning. I mean if you really think about it, when the entire human population is extinct then we will all be still living if there is some sort of after life.
After life?
A magical place full of laughter, joy, and happiness. They place where tears are never shed and smiles stay. They sleep on clouds and live in the sky. Everyone has their youth back and no one has any disabilities. The man who runs this is god. The most wonderful man in the world. Known to be able to do anything. Can make anything happen. He controls us. But not in the bad way. He will chose what you will say, do, think, see, and even when you breathe. So very humble and kind. Close to everyone’s hearts he will stay. He is the one who loves you. The one and only god.

Just Something That Was Going Through My Mind in #2 hour Yesterday

I really don't know what it is. What is it that makes me so sad? That makes me cry every night. The thing that holds back my laughs. The laughter kept inside is aching to get out and the saddnes is going to eat me alive. Could it seriously be that my brother is gone? This military school is not the right thing for him. Even though my parents think it is, they are wrong. it is just making him worse. he is homesick and he wont get any nicer when he is mad every day.I never thought that it would hit me like this. I never knew that I would miss him so bad. Almost to the point of breaking out and going crazy but I know that if I don't keep it inside things will happen. and not terribly bad things but just the things that I don't feel like dealing with right now. I never knew that I was this emotional. I am seeing a whole new side of me that I have never seen before. But of course no one else has seen it either so its kind of like this part of me doesn't even exist. I think I do miss him. I'm yet positive that it is him but it might as well be. (dont worry im fine).

I was walking down the hall, on top of the rugged, dirty, torn carpet. and next to the walls of dripping mold. One door, guitar, another, flute, one room dance, and another piano. One particular door that stood out was the one at the end of the hall. it stood out because of the beautiful sound coming from what seemed to be the other side of it. through the crack of the door was a girl, and not just any girl. she was singing, she sang like an angel, with a face to match. The melody that she was singing was fromilular.

"I'll reach out my hand to you, I'll have faith in all you do, when ever you need me...."

I started so sing along, that is until she screamed.

"Your...Your....Your amazing!" I said.

"your not so bad your self" she said with and eager tone.

"Sing for me" I demanded, kindly

"I'll be there, I'll be there, just call my name, and I'll be there..."

"I...I...I'v never been so astonished in my life, so amused, your the best singer I've ever heard in my life, you mam have a gift!"

"well I wouldn't say...."

before she knew it she was swiped off of her feet and we both kissed.

TEN YEARS LATER
now a days we are both graduated from the school if preforming arts and we sing in many competitions together. also for events such as weddings, beauty pageants, the national anthem at sporting events, etc.

we have experienced fame and i think this is the life that i going to keep. all of this because i peaked in a door ten years ago to hear a girl sing.

Olympic Figure Skating

My coach pats me on the back as I skate to the middle of the rink. The ice skate’s toe pick hits the frozen water and I suddenly stop. I stand in my first pose and wait for the music. Suddenly it starts the music is blaring, the crowd is also. My routine is flawless and my outfit is as sparkly as Michael Jackson’s glove. The routine is four minutes that was the requirement. It’s not like a regular routine because it is so upbeat. Some hip hop moves were incorporated into it also. The last beat of my song is a huge bang. The music sounds quick enough for me to do a Russian split jump in mid second and land in a flamingo position. The crowds as well as the judges give me a standing ovation. Roses are thrown. My coach runs out onto the ice to congratulate me. We both skate off the ice together and sit on a bench wile the judges tally my score. Unexpectedly the announcer comes on the loud speaker to announce my scores.
“Keep in mind that the judges can only give a score up to 6.0.” he said.

“Did I do well?” I asked my coach.

“You know you did wonderful, I have never run out onto the ice for a student before in my life.” My coach said with a smile on his face.

“And Ally Pfister’s scores are…” the announcer said.

“6.0” he said as I smiled.

“6.0” he said again as my smile got bigger.

“6.0” he said another time and I gave a tiny mouse scream.

“And the last score is……” the announcer yelled as the drum rolled

“6.0!” he screamed into the microphone, then I screamed, then my coach screamed, then the crowd screamed, some other contestants frowned.

Later I stepped onto the podium with the second and third place winners. The Olympic anthem played in the background. Last years winners came and put the medals around our necks and gave us each a bouquet of flowers. This is the best day of my life so far. I am speechless right now. The press is all around me. The words won’t even come out of my mouth. I am well I am ecstatic, overjoyed, and thrilled. The new life of Ally Pfister has begun here, today. I guess skating is my talent.

short story

Dear Diary, (2-10-04)
Remember me? Justice? I know its been a long time but don’t worry because everything it fine. Well today would be described as a great day for me. The sun is shinning and the birds are singing. The waves on the beach are smoothly flowing and the kids are all laughing. It is the second week in our new house and it has been great. We unpacked the last box last night and we hope to be starting a box free life from now on because this is the 7th time that I have moved in my life. I do say that this is may favorite place I’ve lived so far. I have lived in 4 different states and none of them are as good as Fort Myers Beach, west Florida. We go swimming every day and I have six different sun burns overlapping each other but it doesn’t matter because I am having so much fun. My mother has just called me to go swimming again and I cant wait. So I got to got (bye).


-Justice Grace


Dear Diary, (2-11-04)
Last night my sister Hope and I cried our self’s to sleep. Why you ask? Because while we were swimming we heard some screams behind us so we looked out deep into the sea and saw our parents, up to their eyes in water. They were sucked into the under tide and droned to death. With a loud splash they were pulled under within seconds. There was nothing that we could do about it. That was the last time that I saw my parents. It is aggravating because I had to watch my parents die at the age of 15. The police found out and the social workers are coming to get us tomorrow. My sister and I will be split up. I will have to move out of my house and live in a foster home.


-Justice Grace


Dear Diary, (2-12-04)
The social workers are at our house and Hope and I are down at the gulf saying our goodbyes. A cruse ship recently docked at the pier next to us. We have decided to get on it.
We snuck on and don’t ask how because I truthfully don’t know. We found and empty cabin and they think we are real passengers on the ship. The room service is free and we go swimming all the time. This is like paradise on water. All the people are so nice and they have crafts on the third floor every day at 1:00.


-Justice Grace


Dear Diary, (2-14-04)
The titanic has happened all over again. We have hit an Ice burg and the ship sunk. My sister and I are floating in a life boat, helplessly in the middle of no were. We are hungry and scared. We don’t have any thing to do. And for that matter we don’t even know what to; do so we just sat and talked. We talked about the good days. Also about the bad days, but mostly the good days. It was nice. No intrusions, total silence and Hope really opened up to me.


-Justice Grace


Dear Diary, (2-15-04)
We have just landed on a stranded island and the reason that we know it is stranded is because Hope and I have been look in for food for two hours and saw absolutely no people or food.


-Justice Grace


Dear Diary, (2-15-04) #2
To help the annoying sound of my sister’s cry I told her to go swimming. She sprung off of her feet and ran to the water. I guess I do have some pretty good plans. Well after about ten minutes in the water, I heard Hope holler my name. I though that she was drowning but when I caught her with my eye, I saw that she was running to me.
“J. J. J. J. guess what!” she panted excitedly
“what do you want Hope?” I said
“I FOUND A REFRIGIRATOR FROM THE SHIP!” Hope said
“so we have food!?” I said
After three long hours of dragging the refrigerator out of the water we opened it up and dug in. the door was locked but Hope found a stone and busted it open. There were all kinds of foods and keep in mind that this refrigerator was probably bigger than fat Albert.


-Justice Grace


Dear Diary, (1-2-05)
Hope and I have been living here for almost a year now and we kind of love it. Its like our own private island. We have food from the refrigerator still and when that runs out we will just use nature to feed and protect us. This is the beginning of our tropical life.


-Justice Grace

Papa's Parrot

Have you ever wondered what would happen to your pet if you had a heart-attack? When Mr. Tillian has a heart-attack and has to stay in the hospital, his son helps with the bird and they both realize that they need each other more than they think they do. Cynthia Rylant’s comedy, “Papa’s Parrot” makes me remember a story that my mom used to tell me as a child and also recall a lesson that was taught.
“Papa’s Parrot”’s mode of literature is a comedy. Being a comedy you know that the story has to be realistic. It starts in normalcy when it says, “his father was fat and merely owned a candy and nut shop, Harry Tillian liked his papa”. This is a perfectly normal scene and there is absolutely nothing uncanny about it. The conflict arises when Harry’s Dad has a heart attack. The main character realizes this and does something about it when he goes to his Dad’s house to feed the bird and maybe clean up the house a little bit. Harry then goes to the hospital to visit is Father because they don’t talk much any more and he feels awful about it; this is when the conflict gets resolved. The story returns to normalcy when Harry’s Dad is getting better and when he is now going to take over the candy shop until he is completely healed. Also the purpose of a comedy is that people like conflict resolution and this story had a great resolution.
Even though this story is a comedy, it also reminds me of a story from the past. When I was a little girl my Mom used to tuck me into bed and then tell me a bedtime story every night, she would make them up as she told the story which made them very interesting. One night I was in bed and she told me a story of a man who lived a normal life and decided to go on a vacation far away, but when he left his home he also left his dog by mistake, this is where the conflict arises. The dog was alone in the house until the neighbor came over because she wanted to borrow a cup of sugar for the cake she had been making. She knocked on the door and there was no answer so she went in. She found that there was nothing in the house except for the dog. He was curled up in a ball, sleeping on the couch. He woke up and ran to her. The neighbor then looked at the calendar and saw that two of the days that had passed had not been crossed off so she had thought that the owner of the house had been gone for that long, this is when the main character realizes the conflict. The neighbor then riffled through every cabinet until she found the dog food. When she did, she filled the dog’s bowl with the food and the other bowl with water. The dog ate the whole thing within the time-span of about one minute. The mans neighbor brought the dog to her house so that she could take care of him until the owner came home. When the owner arrived home, this is where the conflict gets resolved. And when the two people go back to living a normal life, that is when the normalcy begins again. This story is similar to “papa’s parrot” because both of the pets were left alone when the owners were occupied with something else so someone found them and took care of them. When the owners were able to take care of the pets again, that is when the conflicts are resolved. They are also both comedies. “Papa’s Parrot” reminds me of a childhood story and also teaches a lesson. The lesson taught was that you should spend more time with your loved ones because you never know when your/their last day is going to be so you should live everyday like it is your last. When Harry’s Dad had the heart-attack the felt terrible because he grew apart from his Dad and they didn’t talk anymore, so when he found out about the heart-attack he was scared because he could have lost his Dad.
The gloomy comedy of “Papas Parrot” has many things such as a life lesson and a blast from my past. This story teaches that when you love someone you need to show it because you could be gone any second and you never know when so spend as much time with them as you can so that when one of you go you wont regret not being with them.

Hula Hoop Contest 2009 (I competed from 2006-2009 and lost once)

The pictures would not go were I wanted them to go.

The Third Level

Imagine yourself getting on a train in Grand Central Station in modern times. When you get off you are on the third level of the train station. This you have been looking to find for your whole life. When you buy a newspaper you notice that the price is very low and that the dated is 1894. You have just time traveled to Grand Central Station on June 11, 1894. This is what happens to the main character Charley in the short story, “The Third Level”. The author, Jack Finney wrote this romance that teaches a lesson, and reminds me of the movie, The Time Travelers Wife.
This story is an unrealistic romance. In order to be a romance, the story has to have a mild conflict. This is when Charley finds himself more than ninety-eight years into the past. The story also has to end in a life affirming symbol. Whether the story was in the year 2020 or 103 it would still be very unrealistic because as of right now no one can time travel. A romance lastly has to have a porpoise of escapism and that is exactly what this story has because Charley was trying top get back to modern times the whole story.
This romance also teaches a lesson. The lesson is that even though were you are may be great, it’s never better than real life. This is true because one Charley got to 1894 he loved it because he had found the third level which wasn’t supposed to exist and he wanted to explore it. He was so happy but even though all of this joy was good, he probably would have had the same amount of joy back home.
On the other hand, the movie, The Time Travelers Wife has almost the same lesson. The movie relates a lot to the story. They are both kind of confusing and are both a romance which makes them unrealistic. The Time Travelers Wife is confusing because you never know why he leaves or why he never takes his clothing with him. It is also confusing because you never know were he is going or when. Another reason that the “The Third Level” is confusing because it is so unreal when he leaves and doesn’t know where he is, so you can’t really relate to it so you don’t know what is going on. Even though in The Time Travelers Wife they do go into the future when “The Third Level” doesn’t, they both go into the past and that makes them alike.
In Jack Finney’s “The Third level” there is a plot line of a romance that teaches a lesson and this lesson. This story would also compare to the movie The Time Travelers Wife. Overall, readers learn that finding that “somewhere” you always looked for, may not be better than were you were before.

Valentines Day

Valentines day never really works out for me. I always get coughed up in stupid situations. one year my date baled on me but it was a school dance so you would think that I would hang out with my friends but the only problem there was that they were apparently too cool to dance. i actually think that they were just scared. another year i was supposed to go It the movies with a big group of friends but well the movie got a bad review so everyone went to someones house instead and I wasn't aloud to go. the year after that I was going to the mall with my "spacial friend" (I'm not aloud to call him my boyfriend) and he got strep thought and couldn't go. I thought that this day was supposed to be about love, friendship, and happiness but for me it's tears or madness.

Im walking to my train
Im seeing streams of light
Im wondering what is happening

Is it a spirit?
Is it trying to tell me something?
Is it just light?
Is it bad?
Is it god?

Sudenly I feel faint
Sudenly I heel the cold sidewalk againdt my cheek
Sudenly people start to scream
Sudenly I cant move

Ribbons

When Stacey’s Chinese Grandmother moves into her house with her, she acts kind of diabolic and fastidious. She tries to act decorous but just cant hold it in because grandma (also called Paw-Paw) gets into some impeccable, uncanny fights with her when she is not getting enough attention. In the short story titled, “Ribbons” includes many symbols, and the author Laurence Yep makes it relate to real life and also to a TV show episode that follows the same plotline, of a comedy.
Most of the symbols that Laurence Yep used in this story symbolize happiness, and or something good. It all starts out when it says, “in that bright warm rectangle of light.” This represents an non-nebulous day and also tells that something good is going to happen. Most of the time sun represents joy, or happiness. You can tell that this story is a comedy because when it mentions, “into our living room rug”, the living room and rug lets you know that this is totally normal and there is nothing unordinary about it, because you would probably find a living room and a rug in most normal houses now a days. Another symbol that caught my eye was when Laurence wrote, “she wore a silk jacket and black slacks”. This is basically saying that the grandmother is not an impecunious woman. The last symbol in the story was when it said, “mom was as meek as a child”, this is saying that mom was angry and the conflict was about to arise. This is also saying that something or someone was making her abashed.
Even though that this story has a lot of sapid symbols, it also relates to real life situations. This could happen to anyone and it has happened to me. When people pay a lot of their attention to my two year old brother, Jake, I always seem to be sequestered. This is ok though because I have learned to be on my own and now I’m very independent. People get ignored all the time by people all over the world; they also get in fights just like Stacey and her Grandmother. This says that the story is a comedy because comedies are realistic.
This story is very likely to happen in real life and also on TV. This was the same thing that happened on the Disney Channel show, “Hannah Montana” . When the Stewart family’s grandmother comes to visit, both of the kids have important events to go to and both of the kids are both extenuate but Grandma will only go to Jackson’s event because she feels that Miley has too much attention already and because she is a singer and is proverbial. So Grandma believes that Jackson is put aside and doesn’t get enough attention as Miley. This makes Miley sad and she wants this to stop. But in the end she talks to her grandmother and they work things out and everything is okay again.
This realistic story relates to real life as well as a TV show episode. The author also uses some symbols that show that this story is definitely a comedy. People will get mad when they don’t get enough attention. However, if they talk it out, this problem can get rersolved.

My Poem

If you look deep within my heart you will find that it is broken.
youll also see that it misses you.
and every day we are apart it gets worse.
soon i will die of it
i love you untill the day that people foget about Michael Jackson (always).
even wen i come to my final part i will be thinking of you.
but if you could just forgive me for what ever i did that made you mad.
can two simple words fix all the ones i wish i hadnt?
can they get us a happy ever after?
i love you
forever

I'm Sorry!

Snow in WI

I walk up the bitter cold side walk. I look down to see that the snow is soaking through my ripped up old mohicans making my feet very wet. I look up and I can see the snowflakes stuck to my eyelashes. I blink they melt making it look like I'm crying,but I'm not. I look ahead and see three trees covered in blankets of snow and I wonder why they call it that because a blanket is saposed to keep you warm and it is definatly not warm out here. I walk into the school and my first thought is,"will we get out early today"?

quote

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach. ~Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Poem

Water, as thin as paper
Paper, as white as a cloud
Cloud, as fluffy as pillow
Pillow, as soft as lotion
Lotiol, as cold as ice
Ice, as slipery as soap
Soap, as sour as a lemon
Lemon, as jucy as oranges
Oranges, as good as marshmellows
Marshmellows, as sticky as syrup
Syrup, as drippy as water

A Second Life Haunting By: Ally Pfister 1/26/10 (Irony)

She had heard about the haunting before. Many people killed by the ones who love them the most. People being abused by ghost’s creatures that looked just like them self’s. She had done research on how people can come back in a different persons body or brining their own body back as someone, else in this case. Someone to love and then to kill. Just for their own amusement. Some of them good and some bad (but mostly bad). Refusing to be dead. And killing the nonbelievers.
Maria Carter was 12 at the time. She had just moved into a new house in Bennington Vermont. It was an old house. Creaky steps, old and wooden, a sunken roof, and shattered glass. The original owner had died long ago but Maria thought she knew him somehow because the house looked familiar she had seen it somewhere before with the owner in it.
The house was small and old. You first walk in the front door and there lays an old creaky wooden staircase case straight ahead on the right of the stair case was some more stairs leading to the basement but they couldn’t go down there because there were no lights and the stairs had fallen apart. On the left of the staircase was a living room with cracked tile floors and every wall was nothing but mirrors. The only other thing in there was the three couches and they had been covered up, and piled with dust. If you leave the living room and go to the right there is any ordinary old kitchen that leads to a hallway, And in that hallway there were three rooms one was her parent’s bedroom another was her bedroom and the last was the guest bedroom and used to be the original owner bed room which they made into their guest bedroom. The man who sold them the house was so scared of the room they never got to see it until they moved in because he would just walk by it when showing the house. Her parents also wouldn’t go into it. They made her make the bed in it and move the TV into it and clean it all by herself. Is strange to her that she was basically the only one who could go into the room.
That night when Maria was in bed she saw shadow of a person running outside of her door and thought that she was just seeing things but she was wrong. She had seen the goats of her past life. The thing was that Maria didn’t know that.
The next day Maria decided to go to the library. Went she walked in all eyes were on her and everyone seamed to know that something bas was going to happen. She went to the front desk and asked that librarian for a mystery book. The librarian replied with a shaky voice saying "I think that you would want to read about Henry right"? Maria had no idea what was going on so she asked the lady who Henry was. The librarian was shocked that she hadn’t known so she told the story. “Many people have moved into that house to try to live a normal life, not knowing about Henry. Every person that walked into the room in her house that no one would go into disappeared a few weeks later.” the librarian led her to a shelf. She scanned it with her eyes twice and then half way through the second time she stopped and slowly pulled out a big brown book. She told her that the whole neighborhood knew about the house and Maria but they were just too scared to tell anyone. Then she handed her the book and walked back to her desk.
Maria opened the book and it told all kinds of stories about all kinds of people but the entire same story. A family moved into the house and heard noises and saw things and then walked into a room and never came back. Some people in the book clamed they heard voices saying "Maria". She thought this was so creepy. Then in the back of the book was and envelope taped to the cover. In it was a story. It told about a man who was going to die of cancer but knew he would come back to Earth some day, some how. And to do this he had to get another life of someone unrelated to him and get back to his old house so that the memories of his past could have the power to bring him back. The letter was singed "Henry Laneck". Maria got too scared and ran home in the rain. When she got home she ate dinner alone and then fell asleep on the guest bedroom bed. She woke up to a bang. Maria looked over at the clock and it read 3:45 Am. Then she felt a scratch n her leg, which made her jump. Before Maria knew it, she was being dragged into the living room. She wanted to scream but couldn’t, something was stopping her. She couldn’t see or feel it but Maria knew that someone’s hand was over his mouth. She was in shock and couldn’t breathe. She got to the living room and was whipped in front of a mirror. Words started to upper in a dark red substance. Maria was about to run but couldn’t move. The words spelt out, “My name is Henry, I died of cancer, this is my house, I need your help, and if you don’t help (if I’m not on Earth by sunrise tomorrow) I will kill you. You’re the only one who can help. Go to the guest bedroom (mine) now! Then Maria started to breathe again. Maria fainted wile tears ran down her face.
The next morning she woke up in a hospital bed. The doctor was shaking her arm and saying her name softly to get her up. She looked out the window and saw her mom crying in the waiting room. “Maria, I’m afraid that you have a rare cancer called Synovial sarcoma. This is rare form of cancer which usually occurs near to the joints of the arm or leg. It is one of the soft tissue sarcomas. You are going to die because there is nothing that we can do to help you, I’m sorry Maria.” When the nurse left Maria locked the door and turned on the TV so that no one could hear her crying. She had cancer and the same one that Henry had. She was going to be killed by cancer or Henry but either way she had to die. She wanted to help Henry come back to life so that he wouldn’t kill her but she couldn’t. She didn’t know how and she also couldn’t leave the hospital or she would die sooner than she is supposed to.
Maria’s eyes slowly began to close. The next morning her mom went into her room and found her on the floor lying in a puddle of blood. There were scrapes all over her body and her white hospital gown had been stained red. A knife lay next to her on one side and the book from the library was on the other side. She had been killed by Henry and not cancer. Nobody knew this. People just thought that she had committed subside. Doctors thought that the cancer caused all of the blood but they were wrong. As Maria’s Mother ran out of the hospital screaming she had tripped and was being dragged away. She looked up at Maria’s room and saw her looking out the window saying help.

Planet Earth By: michael Jackson

Planet Earth, my home, my place
A capricious anomaly in the sea of space
Planet Earth, are you just
Floating by, a cloud of dust
A minor globe, about to bust
A piece of metal bound to rust
A speck of matter in a mindless void
A lonely spaceship, a large asteroid

Cold as a rock without a hue
Held together with a bit of glue
Something tells me this isn't true
You are my sweetheart, soft and blue
Do you care, have you a part
In the deepest emotions of my own heart
Tender with breezes, caressing and whole
Alive with music, haunting my soul.

In my veins I've felt the mystery
Of corridors of time, books of history
Life songs of ages throbbing in my blood
Have danced the rhythm of the tide and flood
Your misty clouds, your electric storm

Were turbulent tempests in my own form
I've licked the salt, the bitter, the sweet
Of every encounter, of passion, of heat
Your riotous color, your fragrance, your taste
Have thrilled my senses beyond all haste

In your beauty I've known the how
Of timeless bliss, this moment of now.

Planet Earth, are you just
Floating by, a cloud of dust
A minor globe, about to bust
A piece of metal bound to rust
A speck of matter in a mindless void
A lonely spaceship, a large asteroid

Cold as a rock without a hue
Held together with a bit of glue
Something tells me this isn't true
You are my sweetheart, soft and blue
Do you care, have you a part
In the deepest emotions of my own heart
Tender with breezes, caressing and whole
Alive with music, haunting my soul.

Planet Earth, gentle and blue
With all my heart, I love you."