I have a writing enrichment. We go on to this site and write. But people in my class are using the chat messaging to talk to their friends instead of writing. They also talk to random people and try to say funny things. It really bothers me because it's not fair for them to abuse a system that's meant for the benefit of us. I don't know if anyone else feels this way But I sure do. I like getting feedback on my writing but it really makes me upset when people just use chat to literally chat with there friends about things that don't even have to do with writing.
She sat alone at the dinner table. Her eyes drifted to the empty chair besides her, plate set for one who would never sit there again.
"I'm back," He whispered in her ear, hands on the back of her chair.
"You left me," she replied. Her once bright eyes were now vacuous, trained on her cooling plate.
"I never REALLY left, you know."
"But you did, and that's the thing."
"I was always in your heart."
"Those apologies only work in fairytales."
He moved to kneel besides her, a look of loss flashing in his eyes. "You used to love those old stories."
Her eyes never left her plate as she replied "I grew up."
He sat back, eyes sad. "When did that happen?"
She stood up, eyes still downcast.
"When my father died."
A silence fell between them, heavy and thick. So much was told with no words, yet so little was heard. Read more »
-The path through life is not so difficult if you approach each day as a small part of the journey
-Do not forget in the ebb and flow of life,an oppurtunity missed is an oppurtunity missed forever
-If everyword I said could make you laugh i'd talk forever
-You can only be young once,but immature forever
-You should never sacrifice 3 things,your family,your heart and your dignity
-Life is a adventure...dare it.Life is a love...enjoy it.Life is a tragedy...face it.Life is a struggle...fight it.Life is a promise...fulfill it
-Cutting people out of my life doesn't mean I hate them it simply means that I respect me
-I am happy to be.I may not be perfect,but I am honest,loving, and happy.I don't try to be what I am not and I don't try to I don't try to impress anyone because I am me
-The first to apologize is the bravest.The first to forgive is the strongest and the first to forget is the happiest
-Boys are whatever;Friends are forever
-Dance as though no one is watching.Love as though you've never been hurt.Sing as though no one can hear you and live as though heaven is on earth
-True friends are hard to find thats why I'm glad I got you
-Gems may be precious;but friends are priceless
-Something that has puzzeld me all my life is why,when I am in need of special help,the good deed is ually done by somebody whom I have no claim
-I don't regret my past.I just regret spending it with the wrong people
-People are like music.Some speak the truth and others are just like noise Read more »
Brookes run dry
Ponds dry out
and through it all
the last of the time lords, the oncoming storm
a lonely god without a true form
revealed to be mere flesh and bone
the doctor travels space alone
because despite his efforts to save his friends
they are always taken in the end Read more »
I’ve always wondered
what runs through people’s heads.
Thoughts, dreams, goals Read more »
Under the influence of inspiration, a fleeting thought enters and exits the mind, soundlessly traveling past due time. The remnants of unborn speech reside here:
When stars collide you and I will align
Under the dark pitter-patter of infinite time.
We'll use the negative space as our magic carpet ride
And redeem lost time for a moment of quixotic pride.
But the Babylon Candle’s light runs low.
Ineffective emotions neither die nor grow.
Let me carry you home, where these dreams will rest.
And sing to your soul a song I confess,
Is the beat of our hearts; sweet on the ears yet hard on the truth
An elephant melody once heard from our youth.
Something about heroes, we’ll dance to the reprise,
And continue living with this interminable disease.
sinking into the abyss
growing ever closer to impact
with every passing second
a world void of life
but a hand reached out
and I almost didn't take it
grabbing ahold at the last second
and in that hour of shadows
of lonesomeness and despair
you saved me
I am from the valley of steel
I am from the world with two worlds
I am from the land with buggies and cars
I am from the land of crops and fruit trees
I am from the land with old brick houses that are no more
I am from the land of farm houses and the land of the simple people
I am from the land where the liberty bell rings
I am from the valley where the mountain hawks fly
I am from the valley where they forge steel
I am from the valley Where old factory buildings crumble into the ground
I am from the land of big industries
I am from the land where steaks and cheese come together to form heavenly tastes
I am from the land where men fell for the freedom of others
I am from the land that I love
Some days. Some days life feels like a bizarre, twisted race in which, at the starting line, I wasn't actually aware of. I never signed any contracts or was given any terms and conditions, and I didn't know the rules, which I gradually learned as spectators screamed them from the sidelines. They're confusing because all the cacophony and shouting mix in a choppy torrent of adrenaline, and, buffeted amid the chaos with no choice but to go along with it, it's hard to tell what they're saying, if I'm doing it right or wrong. I'm never allowed to move the way I want to; I'm navigating the other competitors who are equally confused but still barreling forwards because they don't know what else they can do. We're like a herd of frightened cattle in a stampede, thundering and shaking the ground. Sometimes I get hurt or just plain tired. But I'm not allowed to stop, may never rest lest I get behind. If I'm oozing into the ground with exhaustion, I have to crawl; if I break both legs, well then, I better keep dragging on with my arms and ignore the thick smear of blood trailing behind. I don't really know why I'm doing this--why any of us are doing this. It seems that I'm crawling and the horde around me is rushing too fast to answer. Some of them don't even really see me. A foot in the back flattens me to the ground, a kick in the head here and there. I try not to stay mad because they don't mean to. They're just trying frantically to keep up like everybody else. And, damn it, most of them seem to be doing it better than me. More easily. Why am I still doing this? Read more »
I’ve always wondered
what goes through people’s heads.
Thoughts, dreams, goals Read more »
Quote Of The Day:
Live and love life,
Because your not a cat with nine lives
You only love once
so be young and have fun.
I dont know whats wrong,
I have never felt this way.
Scared to walk down the halls,
scared what they might say.
everything locked in my brain,
hopeing this pain will go away.
I try to stop it,
it never seems to work.
I dont know what ive done wrong,
im tired of being hurt.
I could feel with my eyes
Her wet lonesome cries
The all alone feeling in her stomach,
All the thoughts pushed to the back of her brain coming back up piercing through her like bullets
I could feel why she didn't want to know herself
Why she tried to put her feelings away on a high shelf
the way she believed that there was nothing in her
I could see that she didn't want to feel so cold
But how can she when knowone has ever told her what she beholds...
The air blew in a wicked gust around the trees. The boy was crouched at the bottom of a tree, his heart beating alarmingly fast. He took a deep breath to calm his nerves. This was how it was meant to be. How it has always been. He heard the wind shrieking as it blew through the trees. Calm as the moon. Ready as a panther. Fierce as a beast. He chanted the familiar sayings to himself. This was his duty. Men are warriors, fierce and strong. Men do not need help to kill the beasts. All the same, he couldn't help feeling utterly alone. He pictured reaching home triumphant, his mother waiting for him with hopeful eyes, knowing he would be successful. This thought gave him more comfort than any other. She alone knew how much he had feared coming to the woods today. It was for her he must succeed. If he failed he would be worthless, a boy forever, and his mother would be less than nothing. Any mother whose son did not follow the will of God and protect the village from the beasts was never to have companionship again. And without companions to help her there would be no food. A woman who gave an inferior son was nothing- the village did not have enough to provide for the weak. Read more »
I am rude & selfish.
I wonder if the world really cares.
I hear birds chirping.
I see blood oozing out of me. Read more »
One day when I was still in Jamaica I was listening to the radio. There’s an artist by the name of Etana. She was singing a song called “People Talk.” While I was listening to the words of the song, it was talking about people that will always talk behind your back, no matter what. People will always see the bad in you and not really the good. Sometimes it is better to avoid certain circumstances of people trying to ruin or disturb your life.
They don’t understand how you’re still pushing to get through. They would laugh and call you bad names because they just don’t get it. Those are some things you can expect from some so called friends which we can call friend-enemies. Some just come in your life to use you, then abuse you..
Heart of a Hero
When most children think of the Army they think of red, white, and blue. They think of men and women marching triumphantly through the walls of an enemy, to defeat whatever person is against the US. They think of the USA being the best, with our army strong and forever protecting our county. They are patriotic, and believe that everything is right.
But when I think of the army, I think of a big man sitting at a huge mahogany desk, surrounded by papers which he stamps with red ink. He laughs, and props his feet up and leans back in his giant leather chair and shouts in a heavy voice.
"Whose life shall I ruin next? Whose family shall I tear apart and make suffer for no reason? While I sit here and happily watch them struggle? "
I pray for Kansas
Their world once a beautiful canvas
Torn apart by a tornado
All their crops of corn and potatoes
I can't imagine loosing my house
It's all to hard for me to picture
But for people in Kansas right now they have to deal with this kind of stuff but 10 times bigger
I saw the after pictures and couldn't help but grieve
what that tornado did was the act of a thieve
Stealing away friends and family members children that were to young
Not showing any compassion, not a drop of love
It just sucked the state up into it's swirling blender
And shot it back out, the untouched land slender
I can't help but feel for them
For all the loss they have been through
I might not know them but their Americans to
And I just send hope to them through this tuff time
And I want to reinsure them that everything will turn out fine.
The girl with the gold scrunchier wasn't just a girl
She was someone who would leave your brain in a whirl
Her tasteful clumsy-ness, yet fragile beauty
The way her hair was always tucked tight to her head not one strand flowing loosely
The girl with the gold scrunchie
Was shy, yet funny
She still lives til this day
A normal student in middle school who does homework, and essays
The girl with the gold scrunchie
Isn't just a girl
she's an original work of art in every single curl
That girl with her hair up in a scrunchie is me.
Just a normal girl sitting wondering what other people see.
I'm done here. Please let me go
I don't want to listen to you tell me that you understand, you know
...Because the honest lie is you don't
You can tell me you do and try but no matter what you say or do I know the truth
So i'm going now
Leaving this awful crowd
I can't take anymore
I'm walking right through that open door
I never needed to listen for so long
But I guess I was waiting to see if what I was doing was right or wrong
I'm saying good-bye as sincere as I can
But I'm telling you now, you will never see me here again.
when a little something is everything,
and that little something is nothing,
everything is nothing.
Stunned I stand
nose swinging like a rifle hunting for prey
that feeling flashed like the first barrage of snowflakes
refreshing the skin Read more »
I’m a rock, alive since the dawn of time. I’ve watched this planet grow wet and green. Life blossoming into new forms. The dinosaurs roamed and it was a simple time. Then the ice age cam, but life prevailed. I've seen humans when they were apes, sitting in the trees. I've watched them hunt and grow. I've seen them build tools to do marvelous things. All the while the animals lived in peace. But then they hunted the mammoths out. They build new technology, to kill me, to harvest me for coal. The earth has evolved so much, and more it will grow.
Their silence is loud
It's as if I'm in the middle of a large crowd
Maybe my mind is replaying their voices in my head
but something is making my face turn red
And I know whispering is supposed to be quiet
But I just don't buy it
There words are buzzing in my ear
Maybe that's why my crystal eyes are starting to tear
their voices leave unforgiving echoes
And my brain is trying to hold on to them, but my I'm forcing my body to let go.
Locked in my room, the door barred from the outside. They say i’m mad, say i must have taken drugs. No, i’m this way naturally, my diabolical laugh fills the house. Lightning cracks and the rain pours down. The house creaks, and my family screams at each other. Trying to figure out who’s fault this is. But it’s no one really, but they don’t listen to me, they’re trying to figure out what to do. Should they put me in a loony bin or just let me be? I don’t really care as long as they don’t fuss and cry. Saying i’m their poor baby that just needs help. Well they can’t fix me, because of the thing I heard, want to know what it was i’m sure. All I can tell you is what they said... Goodbye.
I'm the girl with freckles
The one with mutant green eyes
The one that's afarid to let people see her cry
I'm the girl who try's not to care
The one who thinks everything in life should be fair
I'm not the shy girl
Or skinny girl
I am the original girl
The one who trys to fit in
But can't help standing out.
On golden yellow days
I am heavenly,
flying Read more »
I love you,
I love you so much.
The thing is it’s blind love,
I love you, but I might not trust you fully. Read more »