Prom

Prom is supposed to be special, and memoriable. My parents tell me that "Yes, you should go, because its a once in a lifetime opprotunity." But I say, if its so special, why is it when I want something, or need something you tell me that the

"price tags are too high"

"You're on your own"

"I'm sorry I can't help you"

What's depressing is I am broke.

Prom just costs too much on top of all the other senior things that need to be paid for.

Yet, prom is supposed to be a once in a lifetime opprotunity...
so why should I miss out....

Generation Y....
      90's babies were born, and everything went live! We are special, but yet we came with our own pressing issues such as peer pressure, and stress in becoming an adult. Everyone is always trying to wear the cutest clothes or the lack there of. Its sad that when its raining, and snowing, girls walk out the house with nothing but short skirts and sleeveless tops. Its appalling for real.
     Sex is another thing that is raging in the classrooms. Just the other day someone I knew came in class and started bragging about how she got some that morning before school. I just shook my head. Some of our generation just needs a reality check, because the last time I checked...
  

    SEX=PREGNANCY

  SEX=STD's & STI's

  
 The question is what are we going to do about it?
 We've done enough raising awareness, and making our voice heard. It's time for action. Thats my question.That's my voice. That's my icing on the cake.

World hunger is a big issue, because if we have enough to binge eat and cause the level of obesity to rise, why can't we raise the same levels in poverty stricken places. Third world countries don't know what it feels like to walk down the street to a McDonald's or Wendy's, yet we complain about not wanting to put to pieces of bread together to make a sandwich.Fighting world hunger may take a while, but its not proactive if the rich are constantly getting richer, and the poor are getting poorer. We are spoiled and children in other countries look like this:

Hunger

Sweet succulent goodness drips down his chin like fire-tinged honey.
Desire swarms like bees on a rampage across my heated skin.
My fingertips brush across his arms tracing the ruins of the past.
Black and blue with disease.
The world at its lowest.
What does it mean to ache?
To crave, to covet?
To itch for something thats only for observation when each and every pore
Screams in Madness?
I stare at his skin stretched taut across a desert of parched bones
And envision a world where hunger is more than no food.
Wide eyes and open mouths ache for more than the simple crumbs sidled in between the grains of sand.
A world of greed.
His cheekbones that stick out like giant boulders amongst the rivers of tears from his eyes
And stained lips tell a story.
My eyes wonder down to look at the sticks layered in flesh attached to narrowed hips
And makes me question how I ended up in his arms captivated by his...his...
What is it, pity?
Or just a need to help?
Is this what it feels like to be hungry?
To want what is only beyond your fingertips,
Your very touch?
Its like being helpless as well as hopeless as you stare the fate of the world in the face
And only can observe its destruction from behind tinted frames.
Half-hearted 200 nuclear ton bullets are nothing compared to humanity's greatest desire slash Achilles heel dipped in...hunger...
Through him I have seen what it means to ache, to crave.
Is it me looking in the mirror?
Am I the one that needs help?
Do I have someone  out there who pities the starvation in my eyes?
Or am I ALONE...?

Some Poem About Him...

Temperary forevers make happily never afters
As he picks the petals from your heart strings.
His words mean nothing to you as the syllables and consonants
Slither in and out your ear.
As he uses pliers to pluck your emotions one by one to rid his garden of weeds.
You are trapped by his perfect eyes, perfect nose, perfect mouth.
His perfect way to get you to noticeeverything BUT what matters.
So when he asks you for your name
You forget to ask him for his because the only thought going through your head is-
He noticed me.
What is it with girls going bananas for apes who haven't quite caught up with evolution yet?
Why can't we face it?
We have a habit of over compensating and underestimating how well someone can break a heart.
The snake in the garden of Eden suffocated mine, and snapped it in half.

Motivation

Its that feeling that drives me.
Takes me to the highest point in the world.
This wait may be long.
Its an aching distance.
How many times have I thought
Should I walk taking care to reshape the damage done to my life?
Should I run to escape the shadows sticking to the light so's not to fear what I can't see?
I try not to admit nightmares are real.
Should I sprint to avoid looking in the sea glass as the stars tell my forecast by measuring my stripped imperfections?
Why do I catch myself questioning purpose when I walk through ill-drawn circles...

 

Tragedy strikes Boston, because somebody decides to let not just one bomb but two to explode during the Boston Marathon. This is crazy because the Boston Marathon was a tradition that they do every year, and for someone to ruin it was so wrong.It was messed up because people lost family and friends. People died, and got injured, and were put in the hospital. So I just want to know what the person or persons were thinking concerning this insanity...

I'm a poet, and I LOVE WRITING POETRY.

   My boyfriend loves me so much that he lets me take bubble baths
   While He threatens my life with ELECTRICITY.
   He tattoos his LOVE on my body with the imprints of his fists
   And the brute strength of teenage angst.
   Do I love him for it?
   My boyfriend is an ARTIST.
   He's brilliant.
    I'm his living BARELY BREATHING sculpture where
   He has chipped away my jagged edges....
   And clipped my Blue Jay Wings.
       
    I am his CREATION
    His PRESENTATION to the world except-
    The bruises to my heart are safely
    Tugged
    Not branded on my sleeve
     I'm his purple-hearted girl.
 
     I never tire of the empty sentences
     And WHITE CANVAS stares
     Because that's what I anticipate
     Every night at dinner.

     I practice my flinching at the shadows
     That bare his face
     Because he's a FALLEN ANGEL.

   

Music is my passion. I love to listen to music because thats what I do to fall asleep. It helps to clear my mind, and calm my nerves. Its a way to relax, and either really think deeply about something or forget your problems. I like it because it has so much diveristy, and variance. Everyone has music as a part of there lives. Its a part of life period

"Today's been crazy because  our school is on lockdown. We aren't allowed to go outside the classroom. I was scared. I ain't goin lie, and when the the coach call himself using his key to get in the computer lab, me and everybody else almost broke their necks trying to get away from the door. I was mad because I had no signal in the computer lab. I wanted to pass the time texting...."

Today's a good day for me. I'm getting my grades up, and trying to do the right thing. I met up with an old friend that I hadn't seen since elementary school, and we caught up. Sometimes you have good friends, or they could be your best friend, and when you go to a different school, your lives change. Ya'll take different paths in life. Today I'm reminiscenting.