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You hold me close, tightening your embrace,
Clutching me as if scared I’ll fade away.
Your breath’s at my ear, making my heart race,
Whispering that this is how we will stay.
You tell me that you will always love me,
Despite those trying to tear us apart
Together forever, that’s how we’ll be,
You’d fight without end to protect my heart.
Though I know you’d fight endlessly for this,
There is something that I need you to know,
You won’t be fighting alone for our bliss.
I’ll be there with you, battling our foe.
I will never surrender in this war
Because I know our love’s worth fighting for.

Come on, Yami. You can do this!

I sat on my bed, staring at the phone in front of me almost as if I expected it grow legs and walk away.

It’s just a phone call. You’re just calling to get some info on a job. And if you don’t get this job, you can always work at the store.

I continued looking at the phone, my leg bouncing up and down due to my nervousness.

Maybe I’ll wait a little longer. . .

~You’re stalling.~

Oh zip it, Zack! Usually, the voices in my head offer great companionship and entertainment, but right not was not the case. (And yes, I’ve named them.)

~Stop worrying, will ya? You’ll do fine. You’re you, for Pete’s sake!~

Not helping. . .

~Just reach for the phone and dial the number. Then go from there.~ Read more »

Cradled in your arms,
My head upon your chest,
I hear your heartbeat,
Strong and steady.
I listen to your breathing,
Slow and deep.
Listening to the rhythm of your heart,
Coupled with your breaths,
It never fails to lull me
Into a deep, peaceful sleep.

There has been so much
Pressure on me lately.
Pressure to
Find a job,
Do well in school,
Take loads of tests,
Get my license,
Apply for college,
Go to college,
Decide my future.
So many things are being
Pushed on my.
And I can’t help but think
That I’m going to break soon.

That dirty, rotten,
No good, bratty,
Little thief.
How could he do this?
He stole my music right
Our from under my nose.
And the fact the he’s
My brother makes it
All the worse
(Actually it makes it more believable...).
But he’s my brother!
He’s not supposed to like
My music!
I wouldn’t mind if
He’d just ask me,
But he doesn’t!
He just takes what
He wants.
My books,
My games,
My cards.
I usually don’t put up
Too much of a fight,
And stop when I get
My possessions back,
But I draw the line at
My music.
My music makes me
Who I am.
It’s a part of me.
And when he steals it,
It’s like he’s stealing
My identity.
It may seem a little much,
But that’s how it is.
And I swear
I’ll get that little
Thief back!

I had an odd
Dream one night.
I can’t remember
Too much about it.
But I do remember
A little piece of paper,
A note with some
Numbers on it.
And they were:
640
800
900
When I awoke,
I could not make
Sense of my dream
At all.
I went down to
Breakfast and my mom
Was on the phone,
Calling the movie theater.
She grabbed a small
Piece of paper and
Wrote down:
6:40
8:00
9:00

Who am I?
What am I
Meant to be?
Was I born normally?
Or was I created?
I've always wondered...

I know I'm different
Than other people,
Other girls.
Taller,
Smarter (according to Apples anyway),
More muscular,
Stronger,
It's always set me apart.
I've had different interests,
Different ideas.
It makes me curious
About where I belong.

Do I have a destiny?
If so, then what is it?
What am I meant to do
In this world?
What is my purpose?
Was I born for a
Specific reason?
Or am I just here?
What am I
Supposed to do?
And who exactly
Am I?

Home is a place
Where one should always
Feel safe.
Where they feel they
Truly belong.
Home is where
The heart
And the soul
Both lie.
It is a place one can
Come back to
And be welcomed
With open arms
No matter what.
A home is a
Sanctuary,
A safe haven,
A place that will
Always be there.

This is it,
I've finally decided.
I know what it is
I want to do in the
Future.
I know how I want to
Spend my life.
This is the path
That I've decided to
Travel.
No one is going to
Deter me from it.
Computers,
Technology,
Programming
(Preferably for games),
I want to do it all.
This is my decision,
And nothing is going to
Stop me.

Terrifying creatures,
Heroic saviors,
Inhuman villians,
I delve myself into
The world of
Video games.
Different worlds,
Powerful weapons:
Swords,
Guns,
Chakrams,
Spears.
So many different options
To choose from.
Saving the world
From monsters,
Aliens,
Or maybe other
Humans.
In these worlds,
I feel I belong.
I guess it's true that
Fantasy can be better
Than reality...

For what
It's worth,
Nothing will ever
Alter my
Love
For my
Absolute favorite game,
The amazing RPG
Adventure of the PlayStation
System world.
Yes, I suppose I'm obsessed. Fine,
Very, extremely, completely obsessed. But
I really don't care.
I love it! ^_^

You never know
That you are missing out
On something when you have
Never experienced it.
And then once you have,
It makes your whole world
Some complete.
Like an chasm you
Never knew existed has
Been filled.
And you never know
What you have until
It is gone.
And once it is,
Your are left empty inside.
As if your world has been
Turned upsidedown,
As if a part of you has
Been torn away.
Like there is a hole inside
Of you.
A hole that can only
Be filled by that
Missing thing.
But you never know
When that thing will return
Or if it ever will.

Flating through the air,
Letting the wind take them
Where it wills.
Bubbles are so
Beautiful,
Thin,
Fragile.
They carry on as far as
They can possibly go.
And then when they can
Take it no longer,
They give in to the
Elements around them.
And Pop!, forever gone.
Just watching these
Fragile little things
Trying to hold their own,
It makes me wonder...
I am like a bubble, too?

We are always
Waiting for
Something.
Be it
Food,
A ride,
A teacher to show up,
Friends to appear,
Or whatever else.
And once what
We are waiting for
Appears,
We look for
Something else
To wait for.
We will wait,
And wait,
And wait.

Click,
Clack,
Smack.
Once again
They're off
Playing Mah Jong.
Click,
Clack,
Smack.
I'm attempting to
Follow what on
Earth they're doing.
Click,
Clack,
Smack.
Tiles moving all over,
Stacked up,
Knocked down.
Click,
Clack,
Smack.
"Mah Jong!"
Someone just won...
I think...
What the hell is
Going on?!

Here we are
Once again
In the library.
Babbit on my left,
Apples on my right.
And yet, none of us
Say a single word.
Instead we are
Typing furiously,
Speaking through forums
And comments.
And personally,
I just find this
Rather pathetic...

It is finally here!
The last day of
School!
Everyone is anxious
To get out.
Eyes constantly glancing
Back to the
World outside,
Legs bouncing up and down.
The ironic thing is
That it is Friday
The thirteenth...
Usually that is a
Bad omen,
But today, it is
A good one.
Just hours to go.
Come on clock!
Do your stuff!
Just a little longer,
And then we'll be
Free at last!

AN: Yet another English assignment. This is just an essay I had to do for The Crucible ...
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AN: Just an essay I did for English. Thought I'd post it, considering I've nothing else to do really....
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Everyone and everything changes and evolves over time. People become older and more experienced as they age and go through life. They learn things about the world around them and about life and death. Ernest Hemingway shows this growth and development in his Nick Adams stories that follow Nick through his life and the situations that he faces during it. Throughout his childhood and teenage years, he had mentors that help teach him about and prepare him for the world outside and how to live in it by himself. At first, he does not think about life and death much at all, but he soon learns the truths behind them and is affected greatly by them. As Nick Adams goes from a young boy to an adult coming back from war, he changes and develops from dependent and carefree to independent and scarred by the world around him. Read more »

Hot, hot, hot!
Damn it's hot!
My skin is bright red,
Stinging from the blow from the sun.
It feels as if by skin will come right off.
It hurts, but then again,
I have had worse.
I suppose this will just have to serve
As a reminder of the lesson
I cannot seem to beat into my head:
When going outside on sunny days,
Wear sunscreen!

The voices in my head,
They are always with me.
Talking
Conversing
Arguing
They rarely stop.
But I don't really mind.
They are a part of me.
They do not do anything to hurt me.
They give me company.
They are someone to talk to.
Sometimes I will just lie in bed,
Talking with them for hours.
Yes, perhaps I am a bit insane.
But I do not care.
You can say what you want.
But I know that you are just jealous
Because the voices only talk to me.

All children are very influenced by and vulnerable to the world around them. Things that happen to them at a young age can greatly affect them and turn them into very cold and cynical people. They can become emotionally unstable or grow to absolutely hate the world and commit unspeakable acts. All of this could be prevented if they were properly taken care of as children. Read more »

Rumors can sweep through anything like wildfire, feeding on anything and everything it views as good kindling. They are viscous and can completely warp someone’s perspective about a person or situation instantly. People may not even mean to start the rumors, but they do. Just by saying the wrong thing in front of the wrong people can cause a rumor to be born and sick its infectious claws into unsuspecting people. The rumor will spread from person to person until it accomplishes its goal of reaching and infecting everyone. All the while, it may completely destroy someone’s reputation as well.

Rumors very rarely have a positive outcome, but when they do, it isn’t usually too bad of an outcome. But the majority of rumors are destructive with evil intentions even if the creator did not mean for it to be so. All it takes is for one little sentence to slip out and for people to believe it and pass it along for a terrible monster that is a rumor to be born.

AN: A response to the poem Half-Hanged Mary that our English had us read after reading The Crucible .
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I still cannot believe what has happened. It just still hasn’t really registered that this has occurred. Mary actually survived her hanging. It must have been some kind of miracle. Maybe God interceded on her behalf and showed her mercy, or maybe she truly is a witch as they say in town.

Mary never truly did anything to deserve this treatment. She never hurt anyone; she actually had helped many of us at one point or another. She even helped me get through the births of both of my children. I wish I had at least made some attempt to stop the accusations against her, but then I, too, would be accused of witchcraft. I could not do that to my family. I could not leave my husband and my little ones who depend on me so. But still, I wish I had tried to help Mary, even if only a little. Read more »

"Hey, are you doing anything tonight?"

"...."

"Hello?"

"...."

"Hey Kristen, you in there?"

"...."

"Come on. Wakey wakey time!"

"...."

"Snap out of it already, Kris!"

"...."

"Hhhhellllloooooo? Kristen?"

"...."

"Earth to Kristen!"

"...."

"Oh this is just ridiculous..."

"...."

"Oi, stupid!"

"What?"

They have always
Been there for me,
No matter what happens.
They have always cared.
My mom and my dad,
And maybe even
My litte brother.
They're always there.

I see my mom
As one of my
Best friends.
We like to hang out,
Play games,
Go shopping.
My friends even wish
That she was their
Mom, too.

My dad is like
A Confidant to me.
We can talk
And watch weird
Movies together.
Horror,
Action,
Sci-fi,
It doesn't really matter.
We also like
To build things together.

My brother, however,
Can just be a
Pain in the butt.
Constantly annoying me,
And doing really
Dumb things.
Though we have had
Some good moments.
Playing video games
Or wrestling.

They've always been there.
They've always taken care
Of me when I've needed them.
And I know
That they will
Continue to be there
In the future.

You're there,
You're always
Right there.
But you never notice me
You know that I exist,
But you never see me
The way I want you to.
You think of us
As just friends.
But I want us to be
So much more than that.
What I really want
Is for you to see me
The way I see you.

As I lie here
Bleeding,
Cold,
Close to death,
I pray
That you are safe,
And happy.
Despite some of the things
That I have done,
Know that I love you,
And know that I will
Always watch over you
From the other side.

There is nothing
Like being in your arms.
I feel
Safe,
Protected,
Wanted,
Loved.
You cradle me
As if I am made of glass.
You wrap your arms around me,
And just hold me close
To your chest,
Burying your face in my hair.
You hold me
As if you never want to let go.
And I know,
That if given the choice,
You never will.

I know
I had my chance
With you
And I blew it.
But there is
Something that
I need you to know.
I love you,
And I always will.
I love you
For everything you are,
And everything you aren’t.
I love you
For your strengths,
And your weaknesses,
Your smile,
Your heart,
Your soul,
I love everything
About you.
You’re the only one
I will ever want,
And I will
Never give up hope
That one day
You will welcome me back
With open arms.