Creative Writing

The Midnight Star

2010-03-09T05:05:00.000-08:00

She loves her hair tied back so everyone can see her beautiful face and her perfect complexion, not to mention with her perfect tan. She is not like the majority of right handed people. You see her left hand scribbling away in her notebook of mysteries. I can imagine her hating little bratty kids, but still loving to play the child games. She has the love for soccer like I have the love for running. She cares for everyone and lives by the qoute "you can love me or hate me because its not going to make or break me." She loves that good laugh to let her smile show. She is small but big hearted. I can picture her on the swings at a school playground having the time of her life. Her mom telling her to clean her room so she goes and obeys her mother. She closes the door, presses play on her iPod and stuffs everything under her unmande bed. Do you see how she gets distracted very easily? "Oh whats that?" you see her running across the room. I see her mind rolling. Five minutes later she is bored with it. SHe can't sit still Loves to color or maybe finger-paint even though she isn't an artist. All together she is the shining star at midnight.

Good Night Forever

2010-02-09T05:00:00.000-08:00

"Wow, I didn't think I would meet someone so charming tonight at this place."

"Ha-Ha. Yeah well...you did. Let me give you a ride home," he offered.

She got up with intentions of a good night only to realize that night was the last night of her life.

Determination

2009-12-10T05:05:00.000-08:00

Determination.
She wants to make it up that hill of doom.
Wants to stay on her horse just a little longer.
Wants to show him how she truly feels.

Determination.
Creeps around you like a warm blanket during winter.
Walks all over you making you do things to the extreme.
Freaks out and explodes.

Determination.
That funny feeling you get when he looks and talks to you.
Builds up then finally let's go.

Determination.
The strongest feeling
Willing to let you accomplish so much in life.

Determination.
Speaks out and lets it be heard.

2009-10-15T04:54:00.000-07:00

Just Like Her

I want to be just like her.
My older sister
the perfect child,
the popular,
the pretty one.
The one that never gets made fun of
Hurt inside
Bullied
The one that is never afraid to walk through the halls
and walk to class.
The one with the gorgeous boyfriend waiting for her after class.

But no.
I'm not like her.
I am the disposed child.
The geeky one out of place.
The ugly icky one.
The onethat is made fun of.
Hurt inside.
Bullied.
I am the one always afraid to walk through the halls
and walk to class.
And I am the one with the aggressive strong monster waiting for me after class.

If I were more like my sister my life would be simple and pain free.
Wonderful!
But no...
I'm not like my sister.

2009-10-15T04:41:00.000-07:00

Go Ahead...Take Another

Take one
it will make it all better.
Still, you feel hurt and depressed,
like your torn to pieces.

Take another.

Another.

Did she just kill your insides...
you will never forgive her.
So hurt you are confused and worn out.
You want it all to stop so all you do is just
take one.

Take Another.

Another.

Now you love being that dreadful hurt soul inside
just so you can take another.
It is addicting and strong but you don't care
as long as it make things feel better.

Take Another.

Another.

Now she notices there is something different about you.
You look happy and you feel happy.

But your not.

You took another too many times.
You made it worse and killed your insides.
And you hurt yourself and confused yourself.
You addicted yourself and you killed yourself.

All because you took another.

I Am From

2009-09-30T14:58:00.000-07:00

I Am From

I am from a true country boy always hunting and fishing,

the on who took me to the old farm every Saturday.

From the hay bale throwing

and the cornstalk field looking for golf balls

with my over-excited sister.

Running up and down the barn,

scaring the cows in their tiny stalls.

I am from the great home-cooked meals every night:

beef stew,

chicken,

mashed potato.

I am from the noises and smells of chickens, pigs, and cows.

From the dog who will save me

if I'm ever in danger.

I am from the old running shoes that get older every season.

The pain and injuries,

the rest and the exhaustion.

From love and hate...

boyfriends and best friends.

The cool walks at night while the sun is setting.

I am from the little mobile home,

the hot summer days jumping under the gopher-shaped sprinkler,

going to the beach every birthday,

the crazy sweaters sent by a crazy old grandmother.

I am from always being able to find the positive side.

But no matter what,

I am from something beautiful.

Fearless

2009-09-27T17:16:00.000-07:00

Don't fear anything because I am here for you.

Never go crazy looking around you because I am your conscience.

I will help strengthen you...

Then soon enough I will help you completely.

Let me lend you a hand.

2009-09-22T04:53:00.000-07:00

If there is one thing that you should know about me it is that I can be shy, nice, mean, quiet, loud...every emotion possible just like everyone else. I have fears from my past that really shaped me. When you first get to know me don't think of me as the "quiet" girl or something. Take time and learn more about me. Don't be judgy and judge a book by its cover. I like to be the one that everyone likes and the one that everyone wants to talk to and come to for advice for. It's hard for me to come out of my shell and open up and trust the people around me because I'm afraid of only one thing...that people talk.