Things Happen for a Reason

A cold November night

The air is frigid

And frosty is chilling her toes to the bone

The wind slides past her face

Numbing her ears and nose

She sits on the table

Waiting for their return

The seconds turn to minutes

And the minutes feel like hours

With misery storming through her mind

The flashbacks start

Her heart goes numb

And she is deprived of all hope

The dream of what they could have been

She drags herself home

With only the dim light

From the flickering street lights

She looks up to the stars

Hoping to find some sort of relief

A shooting star, something

But as her eyes gaze up higher and higher

The only thing she sees is clouds

She thinks to herself

"don’t cry now, wait, wait till you get inside"

Step by step she inches closer to warmth

This is the longest walk she has ever taken

Although in reality

She was only a block away

Only a few more steps

Until she can be safe at last

She stumbles onto the door  step

Takes a deep breath

And reaches for the door

Her finger tips touch the cold metal door knob

She takes a step inside and collapses on the ground

Curled up into a ball of comfort

She feels safe physically

But mentally, she's a mess

Tears cascade down her face

How could she fall for him?!

She is disgusted with herself

The pain pierces a hole through her chest

And her heart shatters

They say follow your heart

But when it is in so many pieces

Which way are you to go?

AbsolutleyUnattainable

Explaining why I like him

Is like explaining how water tastes

Its completely impossible

No matter which way I look at it

I don't know why I like him

Maybe it’s the way he makes me feel

Maybe it’s the way he makes me laugh

Maybe, just maybe

It's because

Everyone always wants what they can't have

My friends say he's horrible

And they advise me about him

But I just sit there feeling awkward

And no matter what they say

It is impossible for me to stop thinking about him.

They warn me he is only going to break my heart

Maybe so

I may be one of the dumbest people in the world

For simply falling for this guy

So in the end, explaining why I like him

Is like explaining how water tastes

Completely impossible.

Lost Love

 A girl

 Waiting
 Waiting to feel something

 Something that could change her life

 Through rain

 Through shine
 Through snow

 Through sleet

 She sits on a filthy, aged curb side

 Nothing.

 She feels nothing

 She doesn't feel frost

 She doesn't feel warmth

 She doesn't feel hate

 She doesn't feel love

 Her soul is non-existent
 Just like the love she felt years ago

 Day by day

 Month by month

 Year by year

 She never moves

 She waits for him

 To come back to the curb were they met

 Maybe someday when he is missing her
 He will come back to the place

 Where they met

 For the first time

You In My Heart

So today I went to the doctor

I walked into his office and got an x-ray

And they found something in my heart

It was you

The doctor said that this isn't normal

But he also said that he can't take you out

The only way to take you out would be to break my heart

I don’t want to die of a broken heart

So now you see?

I cannot live without you

Just Live Your Life

Make memories you won't forget,

Live your life to the fullest

Do whatever you want to

And have no regrets

Because once you have regrets

Your life will never let it go

In the end

You did everything for a reason

So have fun while you can

--You won't  live forever.--

Shadows of the Leaves of the Trees

     It was calm in the café. There was no sound in the air but the hum of the older and younger waiter behind the counter and the sloshing of the old man’s drink. The old man asks for another, but the young waiter rejects him. No more drinks for the old man tonight. He leaves the money on the table, and walked out the door. Those two waiters watched as the lonely old man walked shakily down the street and disappeared into the darkness. In the short story 'A Clean, Well Lighted Place' by Ernest Hemmingway, the old man lives in "the shadows of the leaves of the trees".

      

     The man is living by himself, in a life full of sorrow. He wasn’t just born with this life of alcoholism and depression; it developed over the years of him living in "the shadows of the leaves of the trees". Memories last a long time, and they keep growing and growing through out the years, like trees. People that were close to him, family and friends, left him, just like leaves, seeing leaves come and go. The old man lives in the shadows of his memories of friends and family. From day to day, the pain he has to face throughout his life with no one to love or care for him. So everyday, he is left with that reminder that those are the people he lost and he lives in the darkness of his past. What "the shadows of the leaves of the trees" means, is the depression of his past memories of loved ones, has affected him with the way he lives in life.

     His memories have affected his life in many ways. It is a dark place to be living in the shadows, but the old man feels like a shadow. Imagine how that feels. No one knows who you really are. The old man won't go asleep in the dark, nor does he like the dark, because the old man feels that he will be even less noticed then he already is. He have to go to sleep in the light, because of the shadows that the old man casts. Shadows, cannot cast another shadow, so being in the light, it reassures them that people know who they are, because you can't judge a person by their shadow. Seeing shadows have no depth, no feelings; they look like the person, but they aren't.

     Living in the shadows of his past, the old man feels that the best way to deal with it, is by drinking the sorrow away. After all, he feels like he isn't noticed without his family and friends.. Maybe when he wakes in the morning people will no who he is, but for now, all he can do is hope.

Patriotic

Love and devotion to the country in which we live. Does it matter? If you aren't patriotic, what can they do about it? For sure they cannot send you away from out country. Everyone has their own beliefs and opinions. thats what the United States of America is all about. Freedom of Speech. So before we go off, talking about whether or not patriotism is important, what do you think, because you opinion matters.

You can close your eyes to things you don't want to see
You can close your ears to thing you don't want to hear
And you could close your mouth
To things you do not want to say
But the one thing you can't close
Is your heart...
You can't close it from things you don’t want to feel.
It's impossible
You can try all you want
But you will ultimatley fail
It is impossible to not feel something your heart wants to
Because even though it's on your left.
It is always right.

School Is Fun :P

 It's just one of those do nothing days where all you want to do is sit around your house and do nothing but sit on the couch, lean back and watch a little TV while eating your favorite lunch. Ramen noodles. Not just any ramen noodles, but that Muchan Ramen Noodles that are chicken flavored and come in the little orange package. But no, instead of living the life of laziness, I am at school to get an "education". When will 4x+7(4+8) ever benefit me in the future. I would be fine if ALL the things we learned would make my future better, but for the things I want to do when I grow up, it doesn't involve being able to turn on a Bunsen Burner correctly.

           Some classes are just so boring, its not like I am learning anything anyways seeing I'm not even paying attention. All you do is sit in cold plastic chairs that make your butt go numb. Oh yea, and you have to get up at an un-Godly hour in the morning, just so you can make it to school on time. Not only do we want to be still sleeping, but we all especially do NOT want to start thinking that early. I mean, whose great idea of this "fun filled day of excitement" was this? Not eating till 12:30, getting up early, no comfy couches, and not being able to talk to friends. I personally think life in school is torture.

Best Friends?

Its crazy how one person can change another's world

You tell me you’re my best friend

You talk behind my back

And now you deny it.

How can you be so heartless, so fake.

And you thought I wouldn’t find out

Oh boy were you wrong

But thanks to you,

You did do me a favor in the end.

You showed me who my real friends are

And you showed me who your aren’t

I can't say I don’t care

Because we were so close

I trusted you with EVERYTHING I said

Id tell you one thing and you would totally understand

But you toyed with my emotions

So its over.