You can't have it all

But you can have the sand and its soft touch on your feet
like small, powdered crystals tickling your toes.
You can have the slimy saliva from your one year old dog's tong
lick your nose
waking me up at six A.M.
You can have the intense, uncomfortable breath from your adult brother
and his evil, pitch-black eyes looking at you
as if staring into your soul saying
if you don't give me your phone now, you will suffer.
You can have music,
though often it is unwritten,
like your future that is waiting for you to slide the pen
on the blank paper that will soon be your favorite lyrics.
You can have the smooth texture of a chocolate
melting on you tong,
and under the sweet caramel
gently falling on your lips
dripping on your chin.
You can have your sister, always blaming you, never showing care,
but always being there for you.
You can brag about song you played,
but didn't write, sometimes taking you where you want to be.
You can go to the mall
where your brother got beat up, but never showed fear.
You can't see your grandma,
but you can tell her smile on the full moon,
us knowing that she's still here.
And you can be grateful for the sticky juice from a watermelon,
the way it drips from your chin, half sweet, half ice-cold, grateful
for Jesus, his great morals that saved us all from eternal darkness,
for light showing you the way of every single day, and for rain, the water,
us splashing in puddles.
You can have a dream, the dream,
the dream of one day having the perfect song,
the flashing lights from your first hit song.
You can have your brother by your side,
never letting go, you can have paint and notes,
the evidence of improvement, and Japanese food with soy sauce
black like the night sky.
You can't count on silence to get you where you want
but the talent to inspire can help you bring a conversation,
the feeling of helping them find there way, together,
until you learn about laughing, about never giving up,
and here are birds, always flying together, wherever they want,
as real as the skys. And when happiness gives up on you,
you can still remember how beautiful you are
bringing back a smile, the dreams you're on your way to fulfill
while the rest just live in the past.
There is the lesson taught when you were a child
Sweety you can't have it all
but Mama I can have you.

Stay With Eyes Open

I dream of one day to do what I love, you probably all do, but some keep on leaving their eyes shut. Some do what has been already done, they lose hope in themselves and follow footsteps. Don't you think that if you just get off your bed and keep walking you will do the undone? You will prove people wrong? Show yourself. Everyone is different for a reason. Be your own person and do what you were born to do. Say what you were born to say. Be who you were born to be. he only ones who make it far are those who follow their dream, and do what they were meant to do, because without a dream, what point is there in life. I don't know about you, but I have a dream.

Synopsis: The poems I chose were about dreaming, and never letting go of them. Stand up and be strong, you know you can do it, so why don't you?

A Dream Within A Dream by Edgar Allan Poe

Dream Variations by Langston Hughes

O Little Root of a Dream by Paul Celan

Birds Appearing In A Dream by Michael Collier

Cradle Song by William Blake

The Dream of the Just by Dana Gelinas

Blushing Bride- Benjamin Moore- 2086-50

Her father
his arm around hers
only minutes 'till letting go.
Her feet
heading towards a new life
with the one she loves.

The sound of the organ
announcing the bride.
She walks with her father
one last time.
she sees him...
Her true and

only love.

Birds hum
outside the open doors
stepping with the beat of the sound
from the organ
as well as a butterflies flapping
inside.

She lets go of her dad's arm
to be held by her groom,
to be part of one,
to be part of a dream
come true.

Marley and Me

Marley and Me by John Grogan
Sara Moreno
Memoir
I got this book from my English teacher library, Mrs. Meadows.
John and Jenny Grogan moved into a new house not knowing that their life would change forever when they decide to adopt a tiny, yellow puppy lab that then grows out to be a chaotic, missed behaved family member.
We were young. We were in love. We were rollicking in those sublime early days of marriage when life seemed about as good as it can get.
On the first chapter with ten pages John and Jenny, a just married couple, both move to Palm Beach, Florida. It shows how Jenny worries that if they ever have a child; she won’t take care of it because of how bad she is caring for living things. John shows an example with a plant Jenny was supposed to supervise, and she let it die because she watered it too much. The decision came to her that they should get a pet dog to use it for practice for when they decide to have a kid. You can also see how much John wishes the dog will be like his first dog, a perfect dog. He searches in the internet for all the information he could find about Labradors and then agrees with Jenny. When they go to meat their future dog, a random adult lab attacks them and licks John to death, so in the couples head, they just hope that Marley doesn’t end up like the father.
This book is a touching; heartbreaking experience towards the end but it has humor and a bit of romance between John and Jenny. I liked this book in a way because of all the good times the owners have had with Marley, reminding me of my old dog, but because it reminded me of my dog did I feel heartbroken but because the description imagery made me feel like if I was living Johns life.
The cover of the book shows two people representing John and Jenny with a puppy who represents Marley. Together in the picture, they look like a happy family with a perfect life because of the kind smiles you see on their faces, but this isn’t the original cover. This one was made after the movie had come out.

No beastie

I've been alone, hearing evil, waiting for this beastie Jack hunter creping towards piggy irregular sketchy step no ghost no squid no beastie Jack Ralph won't be cheaf no more? No! Jack'll hunt point by point, Piggy first then all. No ghost no squid no beastie Jack