185 lbs.
Red face.
Stringy, oily hair.
Stretch marks as far as the eyes can see.
Bad breath.
Chewed nails.
Giggly arms.
Pudgy stomach.
Thighs bigger than a ham.
Thick calves.
Ugly feet.
Insecurities
Beautiful eyes.
Saving Grace
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Friendship
"Ms. Perry? Do you have Friday's essay?" asked Mr. Morgan as I blushed red. I immedeately began to look through my backpack for the required piece of paper, and upon finding something peculiar, stashed the object into my pocket slyly and handed Mr. Morgan the essay. I stuck my hand in my pocket as he turned to the white board, and saw a piece of folded paper, which I un-opened and promptly began to read.
'Carmen. Dear Carmen. I love you. I have loved you since long ago, and I want to be with you. I want to be your Valentine, I want to be your New Year's kiss, I want to be yours, and yours alone.
As the sun begins to set in the west,
And I hear a sweet bird song in the air.
I think of the one that I love the best,
The one with sunlight in her hair.
The beauty of her lips,
The grace of her smile.
I stutter and flutter
As my heart jumps a mile.
Her eyes are like sky
After a cool summer rain.
And all I can do is fall
Again and again.
'Oh, sweet Carmen. Please meet me at Delly's Diner after school. I will be at the back booth, the one with the tear in the seats. Please. I love you.
~T'
The bell rang, signaling the end of class, and the end of school. I went to my locker in a daze, and it wasn't until I ran into Jacob that I could even work out a coherent thought. I handed him the note, and hoped that he took that as an explanation as I left without a goodbye and drove straight to Delly's.
The booth in the back was notorious for hook-ups and break-ups. I was anxious as i walked to the back and saw a body with black hair. The person turned and I gasped. It was Jacob! I sat across from him, my mouth still gaping.
"You know, I think there are flies in here," he said jokingly, and I closed my jaw with an audible click. I finally choked out some words.
"But.... but we have been friends since sixth grade when you squirted milk out of your nose and into your eye! Your name doesn't even HAVE a T in it! It makes no sense....." I rambled as my mind tried to make sense of what was happening. I mean, I had always thought I had feelings for Jake, but I knew it would mess up our friendship. So I never acted. But Jake reached across the table to take my hand, and my heart melted.
"My first name is Timothy. That day in the cafeteria was the day I realised that I loved you. And I don't know how, but I have always known that you have had some sort of feelings for me. SO how abotu we give it a chance?"
I did nothing for about a minute, and then leaned over to plant a kiss on his cheek, and his lips caught mine. That kiss, the first of many, conviced me.
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'Carmen. Dear Carmen. I love you. I have loved you since long ago, and I want to be with you. I want to be your Valentine, I want to be your New Year's kiss, I want to be yours, and yours alone.
As the sun begins to set in the west,
And I hear a sweet bird song in the air.
I think of the one that I love the best,
The one with sunlight in her hair.
The beauty of her lips,
The grace of her smile.
I stutter and flutter
As my heart jumps a mile.
Her eyes are like sky
After a cool summer rain.
And all I can do is fall
Again and again.
'Oh, sweet Carmen. Please meet me at Delly's Diner after school. I will be at the back booth, the one with the tear in the seats. Please. I love you.
~T'
The bell rang, signaling the end of class, and the end of school. I went to my locker in a daze, and it wasn't until I ran into Jacob that I could even work out a coherent thought. I handed him the note, and hoped that he took that as an explanation as I left without a goodbye and drove straight to Delly's.
The booth in the back was notorious for hook-ups and break-ups. I was anxious as i walked to the back and saw a body with black hair. The person turned and I gasped. It was Jacob! I sat across from him, my mouth still gaping.
"You know, I think there are flies in here," he said jokingly, and I closed my jaw with an audible click. I finally choked out some words.
"But.... but we have been friends since sixth grade when you squirted milk out of your nose and into your eye! Your name doesn't even HAVE a T in it! It makes no sense....." I rambled as my mind tried to make sense of what was happening. I mean, I had always thought I had feelings for Jake, but I knew it would mess up our friendship. So I never acted. But Jake reached across the table to take my hand, and my heart melted.
"My first name is Timothy. That day in the cafeteria was the day I realised that I loved you. And I don't know how, but I have always known that you have had some sort of feelings for me. SO how abotu we give it a chance?"
I did nothing for about a minute, and then leaned over to plant a kiss on his cheek, and his lips caught mine. That kiss, the first of many, conviced me.
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Saturday, January 29, 2011
Carpe Diem.
Seize the day.
These words can mean so much.
These words can mean so little.
These words speak to children.
These words speak to adults.
These words speak to teens who do not hear.
These words tell you to fly.
These words tell you to fall.
These words help.
These words hurt.
These words give confidence.
These words take confidence.
These words make you want to be the best you can be.
These words want to make you cry because you can't.
Seize the day.
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i know that some people..... ok most people...... won't be able to understand this poem. but it is about rape.
rape victims and sexual abuse victims and molestation victims are often withdrawn. they can't see the world, they are afraid to trust. they can't seize the day because to them, it is impossible.
'how do you know what these people feel?' you ask. well, i am one of those victims that i speak of. molestation is a crime. sexual abuse is disgusting. rape is not sexy.
Seize the day.
These words can mean so much.
These words can mean so little.
These words speak to children.
These words speak to adults.
These words speak to teens who do not hear.
These words tell you to fly.
These words tell you to fall.
These words help.
These words hurt.
These words give confidence.
These words take confidence.
These words make you want to be the best you can be.
These words want to make you cry because you can't.
Seize the day.
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i know that some people..... ok most people...... won't be able to understand this poem. but it is about rape.
rape victims and sexual abuse victims and molestation victims are often withdrawn. they can't see the world, they are afraid to trust. they can't seize the day because to them, it is impossible.
'how do you know what these people feel?' you ask. well, i am one of those victims that i speak of. molestation is a crime. sexual abuse is disgusting. rape is not sexy.
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