confesion

1. I decide I first wanted to learn to play piano because I read Twilight obviously fell in love with Edward and the way he plays.

2. When I'm bored, I think about my future, and what I would like to happen.

3. I'm probably one of the only girls in the grade who hasn't drank or even taken a sip of alcohol except for when I'm in church and take the wine.

4. When I was little I used to think that dolphins where a myth.

5. I used to cry when my mom made me read and now I read for fun.

6. Most of the songs I write are for a celebrity. (Robert Pattinson)

7. I'm actually glad that Mrs. Meadows's class is longer while the rest are complaining of how long it is.

8. I'm used to hearing " Your brother is so hot." and it's sort of annoying.

I wake up to horrible mornings

Because it's seven therty
and everything
I would take it badly
but the worst part is
that the first thing
I see in the morning
is my brother.
Harsh words
burst out of his mouth
insolting,
crusal
and acusung me
of thing
that arn't even true.
I try to ignore,
but can't.
Not only
do I have to ignore my brother,
but also
my crying baby sister,
my mom skreaming at him
and my eyes
from wanting to shut.
I get anoyed
and I finally burst.
Cursing words at him...
when my mom's gone,
and he won't shut up,
but the only thing
that cheers me up
is my other brother
liying his face
on the glass table,
and then lifts his head,
and whispers in my ear
"I think he has his period."
Laghs
trying to stay in my mouth,
but can't.
It's no longer
a horrible morning.

Mad for that Eye

Sat, worriedly on my chair, waiting for my husband to come home. My hands shook more and more as the horrifying thunder got louder and louder. I stared at the wooden door for any slight movement, but nothing changed. I would also flinch my sight towards my window, checking for any sight, but the only thing I saw where the quick flashes of lightning that plummeted from the the sky. A grimace clad me while I imagined what could of happened to him. Was he in a fight again with that despicable group of men that always tried to lay their hands on inventory from the the apothecary?

Suddenly I heard heavy footsteps rushing towards the door I've been watching for hours now, but after a few more thumps, it then went all silent. Everything stays still around me as my heart pounded harshly against my chest. The doorknob slowly terns. Who could it be? God forbid it's them, or was it my beautiful husband. Luckily, it was him slowly approaching through the door. He turned around and I made a cursory run towards him not noticing the greusome look on his his face. My arms tightly wrapped around his shoulders before he could even close the door behind him, but that look still took over his every day happy and cheerful character. It was killing me. I gently let go of him and slowly walked away with a concerned look upon my face. His ice blue eyes that where almost covered by his soaked black hair flickered towards me then locked on me. He shut the door, walked towards the leather black couch to sit on it and switched his eyes to the ground.

"What's going on, Liam?" My words came out worridly, but then waiting for an answer. His gaze locked back on mine again, but now I could see tears flowing down from his eyes. Liam has crying? I've never thought I'd ever see that again in our perfect lives. The last time he had cryed was before our marige when he had gotten in a fight with them, and thay had taken all his money. I remember the abrasive expression he put when I mentioned them.

"It... it's Carl," Who was Carl? "you know... my friend who works at the apothecary, with that pale blue eye that resembles a vulture's"... his voice low and broken. Oh yeah, now I know who it was, "he... died." that last word came out of him like if he was being stabbed by a knife, but then he spoke a little more straight than before, " The cops are coming in a few minutes to derive us, they are investigating the area first."

"Wait! But how did you find out about this?" I asked with curiosity.

"We where at his neighbors house and we heard a scream, but he shrieked once- once only, so we rushed to see what was going on..." He came to a concise end of that sentence as I saw the horror grow on his face again, so I simply didn't ask for more details.

A few minutes passed and the cop was sitting next to Liam on the couch.

"So..." the red head cop said,"we found some evidence. He didn't have any a injuries at all, so we don't think he was killed, but he didn't have any source of liquid around his house, so we surmise he got dehydrated-" what a terrible cop can't he look for more evidence.

"Wait! thats what you think killed him! Are you just going to succumb and just live with the fact that he might of gotten killed? He might have gotten drugged or something like that, or even electrified," Liam interrupted the cops sentence with brusque words, then spoke a little calmer after I think he caught a glimpse at the cops irritated face," I saw a broken lantern under his desk..."

"Really? We didn't see any lantern. Well I guess you might be right."

"Couldn't it of been those guys that stole almost all your money a couple of years ago?" I sated.

"I don't think so because they would just try to kill me, not Carl." Liam answered back with his soothing voice almost back to normal, but then I started thinking as the two men spoke. Carl endeavored to put his son in therapy because he was mad, but his son would do bad things to try to get out of it, so Carl just succumbed to try to fix his son.

"Um... you might not believe me, but I think it was his son, remember Liam, he's a little out of his mind, plus, haven't you noticed the way he looks at Carl."

Liam and the cop simulated looks and then they both turned to see me. Liam's cheerful and happy expression finally came back.

"Well... I guess I'll go to check his son and ask him questions then.

"Now you Know how I feel"

Don't you just love it when one day a really cute guy is looking at you're direction all times then you wonder if they like you, but then the next day they ask you out? Well I don't. You know why, because it never happens to me. Only with like the ugliest guys around.
I thought it was just going to be an ordinary talk on the phone until she tells me she is going to get asked out. That was great! So happy for her. Next day at school just talking to one of my other friends, I spot the friend I talked on the phone with yesterday hugging her new date. That is so cute! Apparently my other friend sees it too.
"Haven't you noticed that everyone is being asked out except for me?" she stated trying not to make it such a big deal. Well I did notice part of that, but she was wrong about the "except for me" part. I wasn't asked out ether.
"Well, now you know how I feel." my words slowly slipped out of my mouth as I glanced at the ground regretting what I said. She didn't say another word, and I slowly walked away.

I want to sleep

Deeply asleep, and I could feel the release of my eyes closed. Finally my week body could rest, and peacefully heal itself from something I caught from my brother. My body protected from the cold breeze that the air conditioning brought with a thick sheet that shield me, making it the perfect temperature.
So calming, until I feel something being moved from under my arm. At that moment, I found out that again I had fallen asleep with my guitar in my arms. My eyes immediately popped open, and I caught a quick glance at Richard (my brother that got me sick) trying to slide the instrument from my grasp. Unfortunately he was successfully, and I was left whining like a little girl saying," Richard, what the crap, give it back!" and holding the sheet over my face to cover the bright-yellow light shining heavily on my unnaturally warm face. I wanted to jump off my bed and harshly grasp it from his hands, but I was too week to get up, or even talk. I probably wasn't as mad at him because he took my guitar, but because he woke me up after a rough day of staying awake. My head just dropped back on my pillow, and tried to go back to that peaceful sleep, as he loudly walked away from me, and out the door shutting it behind him.
No matter how much I wanted to fall back asleep, my eyes just couldn't stay closed. The temperature than started to rise, and the sheet that once protected me from the cold air, now imprisoned me from coming in contact with oxygen. I slowly flipped the sheet off my body with week shaking hands. I now felt even worse than before that perfect, but short nap. Richard can be such a pain.

Garden to Escape

Listening,
shocking sounds,
Michael and I
still, like my thoughts.
Red and blue lights
reflecting off the trees.

Only chance of escape
dropped, and hid behind a tree.
Whispering loud enough,
so Michael could hear my commands,
but not the cops.
I asked him for help,
wishing time moved like my thoughts.
He gave me a terrible idea,
jumping off a roof five meters tall,
or even falling....

Lightly looking down
at a painful escape,
and left defeated by fear.
But what was worse?
What was coming
or what was calling for me.

My thoughts started to run again,
but not correctly,
so the first thing that came to mind
I followed.
Lay down on my back,
and pray to not be coughed.
Of course...
I was coughed.

Michael and I
face to face with the cops.
My eyes closed,
long
deep breath,
opened my lids,
hoping
I would end up in the past,
or wake up
from a dream,
not a night-mare,
but I thought again,
would I regret the reason I'm in all this?

Not telling them our complete address,
wishing to get away with it,
then walked away...
when allowed.

After every step I took
I could hear my mom's voice in my head
in fear,
and anger,
and me explaining
that nothing could go wrong
having fun
on the roof
of an electric power plant.

Finally
we saw the light
after the pitch-black tunnel.
We spotted a garden
that would get us out of trouble.
Glancing at each other now,
I spotted that amazingly clever smile
that got us in this position of...
well...
not full regret,
and I'm pretty sure
he saw mine too
growing,
as we both knew
what was in our heads.

Counting to three,
and we both
took off
towards the garden.
I think we lost them.

This year I hope to make my song memorable

I worked months,
plucking different strings,
listening to the melody I wish would exist,
showing it to some,
but not to all.
stressed
Making it as perfect
as I can.
Going over my level of talent,
and ignoring the other things around me
Keeping my eyes open
until I don't' notice
that I fall into a deep sleep
with my guitar
still in my arms
plucked,
but unheard.
This year
I hope
to make my song memorable.


I wake up
a beautiful song
unwritten for others
but only for me.
This isn't why
I worked so long,
struggled
every second
of every day.
To make it perfect
like an angles voice,
it was harder that I'd thought
especially if
I ignored all my responsibilities.
Have I worked
so hard
for nothing?
No
This year
I hope to make my song
more memorable