Reality and Me

If someone ran up to me,
and pushed me off reality,
I would gladly float off.

It would be as though I wasn't there
my presence will be elsewhere.
My body in another land.

Where I'll be fighting monsters and raising messenger doves.
Living in the sky and bombing those above.
I'll swim in a pink ocean, where the flowers are plenty.
Trees as tall as the sky and animals that are quite friendly.

No one would miss me.
And no one would care.
That this little girl had been pushed elsewhere.

My guardian need not know
My pa shan't see my glow....
My love can find another
My friends need not bother.
No one would matter
And I wouldn't either.

This space wouldn't have to be shared
For I would be off elsewhere.

I'd be running after horses and painting my face.
I'd be traveling through time and chilling in space.
School would be boring but home is upside-down.
Reality is unheard of in my part of town...

Sadly... and stupidly
If I get pushed here
My weighted body would fall
and I'd burst into tears.....
For no one here can clearly see
how much I abhor reality.

> love (more than love)

A girl loves a boy.
And he loves her too.
Giving her flowers
from yellow to blue.

Though one always loves the other
more than the other loves one.
Making one's light brighter
than the slowly waking sun.

She loves him more.
Than he loves she.
But he still loves her.
So together they'll be.

Lo Siento

Lo siento,


mi amor

for not being able to explain

why I wasn't happy today



sometimes I feel

you can't understand

but I know you'll try.

You always do.



Lo siento,

mi padre

for not coming to you

when things hurt inside



I didn't feel you listen

and comprehend.

Could you?

If you knew how bad it hurt?



Lo siento

mi hermanito

for not knowing

you're like me



I know how you feel

when you say you're nothing.

And no one loves you

but I do (trust me)



Lo siento

Mi mejor amiga

for not coming to you

when I needed you most



You; the only one who understood

who can council me fully

For she said no

And I foolishly obeyed.



Lo siento

Me.

For not being able to understand

how I felt.

How I still feel.

Decisions

Sleepless nights and

endless fright.

Struggling frantically to

make things right.



You used to like her.

Oh so very much.

You made it so clear to her!

Plain to see and such....



so why choose now?

When it's you and me,

Should she suddenly like you

like it's “meant to be”.



You liked her then,

but I am now.

I think that she's gotta

find another dude somehow.



Don't forget, who you've got

standing my your side.

She's yours and she's yours,

that person is I.



If you have to choose,

it wont be the end.

If you choose her...

I'll still be a friend.



Although I warn you,

don't keep me.

I can't stay with you 'cause

this relationship wasn't made for 3.



Don't forget I never used you.

Don't forget I acknowledged your love.

But if you're determined to stay,

then it's her who's getting shoved.



She's gotta understand.

That I love like more than anything.

And I'm not going to let you turn

into her contemporary plaything.



You deserve more than her,

And probably more then me.

But honestly, I love you

and that's just plain to see.

Cara a cara contigo

Cara a cara contigo
Estás caliente cuando tengo frio

Mi amor,
what do I do?
Face to face with you....
Reach up to your smiling lips
y te beso.
así que yo sonría también

Mi corazón canta para ti,
Tú sonries para mí.
I say 'no' when you beg 'please'.
But 'I love you' is all you'll need to know
whenever I'm cara a cara contigo.

Miras para abajo y
ves tu princesa
muy bonita
y chistosa (¿si?)
All you've needed
No tengo frio porque
tu amor es mio.

Miro arriba,
y yo veo mi amor;
muy guapo (pero perezoso) ;)
soy feliz sólo al tenerlo,
cara a cara contigo.

Pulling on a Line

Telling me my failures,


has never helped me.

Because it's all you do.

Every flaw in my actions

are instantly pointed out....

with such venom that

I forget I'm capable of

pleasing you for once.

All the time I'm making you

Angry and mad with me

And if I fix something I did wrong

there's no – thank you, I appreciate it.

It's – It's about time!



For once try to seek

something good in my actions

and instead of find the flaws,

praise me for the good.

Because it's been so long

since I've heard you say;

“I'm proud of you”.

You and Me

You see me,

but

Prefer you hadn't



I see you

Look away

and indignantly

walk away from me.



You hear me speaking

so,

Just shoot me those eye spears



I take them and

painfully,

close my mouth.



You criticize my forgetfulness

and,

I become stupid.



You complain about my wrong doing

Instantly,

I apologize. (Does it matter?)



You say I'm not sorry.



Ok.



I silently call you a hypocrite.

Why you tell me:

“You can't tell a person how they feel”



I feel sorry

But you know all.

So when you say I don't.



I don't.

But I really do.



So please –

I beg of you.

When I'm sad

– tell me I'm happy.

When I'm crying

– tell me I'm faking.

When I'm emotionally damaged

– tell me I'm normal

When I hurt emotionally

Enticed

Look;

My words that

Beckon...

Invite...

Encourage.....

Read at your expense.

But time is not forever.

Keep tabs on your place,

For you'll get lost....

In a world

that

is not

your own

Find sanctuary,

within the print

and

read.



Meaning of Life

Life is hard,


It always will be.

What we make of it,

is our choice.

And our choice alone.



Fall in the hole and perish

or fall and find a way out.

Because life still goes on

after yours has ended.

Life doesn't end,

and it was made that way.

Books

The black font on the pages,


know how to take me from reality.

And into the lives of my characters.



With books I've been everywhere

From India to a foreign place

called Summer Land.

I've been to London and NYC.

I've traveled to kingdoms

And escaped Hell.



The life I live in books

give me relief to the life I live.



The like I make in writing,

show a life I'd rather live.



I'd rather be a princess

escaping a murderous king.

A defiant teen boy

Who runs away from home.

A heroine who shoots a bow

with skills undeniable.

A kind in a raging war

with a powerful queen.



My story was not one made for books.

My being was made to visit these places.



I continue to read books

as if tomorrow was my last day.



In fact I've hears of a life

where books don't exist...

(I would have gone insane)



Books help you escape reality.

And if I could –

I'd shrug off reality

and put on the glimmering coat

Of fantasy.

Poem

It began with one word...


Then led to several,

Followed by a period,

Ended with a stanza,

That stretched into a page,

Which touched the eager mind,

Who pondered the overall finish.

Starting from the one word,

Ending with the period.

And drew in a simple conclusion

That....



the poem was beautiful.

Cinderella Theme

My clothes aren't tattered.
And I've no ball to attend.
But my mind is scrambled,
and my pain doesn't end.

They all smile and shine,
like the marble I clean.
They all don't see me,
And it's quite mean.

My voice dampens the mood,
so of course I shrink back.
So sorry I ruined it,
so I guess I deserved that.

Perhaps their annoyance in me is definate,
And yes, they truly dislike how I run.
I can't wait to see their despondent faces
when it is I who shines like the sun.

Right now they throw dirt on me.
But the soil fertilizes my seed.
Soon I shall grow strong and happy.
Soon, I shall succeed.

Step Ma might find me a fly.
And a tiny sore right now.
But I am determined to find
a way to impress her somehow.

My Da isn't gone.
But his image is faded.
Just like a picture in a newspaper
that's wisely outdated.

Now I, in my state of brainstorm,
shall wait until my time.
Where i'll rise the sun
And truly learn to shine.

Dreaming of you

My crisp APUSH book in front of me
sloppy scrawl in between the lines of my notes
A glass of lukewarm water awaits me
And also a pack of mint gum in my coat.

Tomorrow I've got a tough exam
And later I have a project that's due
My schedule is nothing but work
Yet all I have to think about it you.

My serene fave snug in the crook of your neck
your arms around me safely; holding me tight
feeling you against me, your warmth calming me
To me you're everything, my love, my light.

Bird and the Worm

Before eating the worm-
The bird said, "You're my best friend."
And the worm smiled. Happier than ever.

The poem

It began with one word....
                Then led to several.
Followed by a period.
                Ended with a stanza.
That streached into a page.
                Which touched the eager mind
Who pondered the overall finish.
                Starting from the one word
ending with the period.
                And drew in a simple conclusion....
That....
        
                  The poem was beautiful.

Fly Away- Chapter One

Chapter One

I reeled over the toilet bowl again. Violently heaving up the rest of what lies in my stomach. My head throbbed harder with the migraine. It felt like my brain was in a blender set to “World War Four”.

The nurse put her hand soothingly on my back.

“It's okay sweetie. It'll be okay.” She whispered, crouched next to me. Her other hand held my black knot of hair away from my face. I coughed. The stench burning my nose. I groaned; leaning against the cool baby blue walls. The nurse gazed into my eyes, I couldn't see her really. A blur of peach and yellow. She pressed a Dixie cup to my lips, I drank the liquid. It supposed to keep the nausea at bay but I seemed to do nothing.

Three people have the same thing I do. Three people somewhere in the U.S.. None of the doctors or specialists here in Michigan know what is wrong with me. So I assume its the same with those other people.

The nurse looked at me again, slumped against the wall, breathing heavily.

“Come on Hellen, we need to get you up and into your bed.” She bent down to help me up. Her hands slid under my arms and-

“EEEEEAHHH!” I screamed piercingly loud. The pain shot through me, pulsating from her touch to my arms through my body. I jerked and screamed. Frightened by the sudden pain. It wasn't stopping. My head spun. My body thrashed as my hands raked at my arms. Get it off. Get it off. Make it stop! The small bathroom rang with my scream.

Through my blurred tearing eyes I saw the nurse pressed against the wall with her ears covered. Then she realized I was hurt so she quickly grabbed the string next to the light switch.

I bit my lips to stop my screaming. Hot, angry tears streamed from my rolling eyes as I finally stopped moving. Limp on the floor three more nurses filled into the small bathroom, one gripping a clip board.

“What happened Beth?” He exclaimed, looking at me.

“She vomited,” Beth began, “It was much worse this time, I spotted blood. When I went to lift her up and help her to bed she screamed. I think it hurt her.”

The male nurse wrote tings on his pad, nodding along. I gathered my strength and helped myself off the floor. I used the cold sink top to stabilize myself. One of the nurses tried to help me but I gave her a sharp stare. Even with blurred vision I could see she got the point and instead ushered me to my bed without touching me. The pain from Beth was a stinging tingle; like when your foot falls asleep but it pricks you.

The doctor came no later than five minuted after my screams to check on me. Dr.M as he asked me to call him- would usually check on me before I went to sleep but he had to see what happened when Beth touched me.

Dr.M touched my hot forehead. Tears sprang into my eyes as I took a sharp breath in. the same searing pain pulsed through my body. Emanating from my head this time.

“Interesting.” Dr.M wrote whatever in his booklet. “How're you feeling Hellen?” He glanced down at my fragile state with his emotionless blue eyes.

“Like. Crap.” I spat at him.

Dr.M's eyebrows rose as he wrote in his booklet once more.

“Same response everyday, huh?” He chuckled. “Not surprised,” He added. I grunted and turned to look out my floor-to-ceiling window. A bird flew by.

“I'm going to take another blood sample, so I need your arm.”

My head swerved in time to see the brute reaching for my arm.

“STOP!” I screeched in panic. I quickly moved my arm. “Don't. Touch. Me!” I rasped. Dr.M kept moving towards my arm. His fingers grasped my arm as he put this alcohol soaked cotton ball on my arm and rubbed.

It was the alcohol that burned more than the pressure from his cold fingers. Again I bit my lip. Dr.M Then took the needle and put it in my arm. I gasped in surprise and agony as he drew the blood. I closed my eyes, not wanting to see the deep red of my blood.

“See? That wasn't so bad.” Dr.M cooed. I glared at him. He finally shifted his eyes to his booklet, writing more things down.

“Ah. Well I have other duties to attend to.” He said putting the needle in a plastic baggie. Ad he walked out I held my arm where he had poked me.

Fly Away- Prologue

It was May 18, a week after my brother Blake's 24^th birthday, when I truly knew that something was wrong with me. It was that small light that popped up in my head, that literally told me that something was up. Blake noticed also, which is not surprising. Blake noticed everything no matter how hard you try to hide things, he knew. He noticed I went to bed at 5 'O clock and woke at 1 in the afternoon. He knew that I had a hard time eating and keeping the food I did eat down. He noticed things I did not. My parents were gone, they had died a couple years back, Blake was my caretaker now.

I'd do to bed early because I now frequently had migraines. Sometimes I would stay in bed with the blind and curtains drawn for hours at a time. Then it came to vomiting up meds, liquids, or foods I consumed. Pain in my tummy area hurt so bad I couldn't move. Odd dreams so real and alive I would fear sleeping. I guess it sorta sounds like really bad period cramps with a dash of the flu.

I felt terrible. I couldn't move. I couldn't remove myself from this uncomfortable and frighting pain and sickness. Neither Blake or I had a clue what was wrong. It came to a point where I couldn't go to school anymore. The embarrassing fits I had a school made me out to be a freak in the students eyes. My friends avoided me even. It was decided that I was too big of a distraction to have at school (according to the principal.). Blake kept me at home where my sickness brought a frightened Blake and a passed out me to the hospital where I was placed in the hands of Dr.M.

I was hardly ever sick before. The only thing I had close enough to call 'sick' would be a stuffy nose. I was a happy exuberant person. Always joking around and laughing. This sickness engulfed me and stripped me of who I was, the person I thought I would always be. My sickness, that still remains unnamed, had my mind running over darker, sinister thoughts. No smiling, laughing or joking anymore. Because it's not a laughing matter.

I felt alone, so very alone. Detached from my brother and life itself. I never knew that I could obtain feeling so dark. All gloom and doom. But wouldn't you feel the same way if Death was looking you in the eyes- preying on your life.

Novel Ideas Part 2!

Yes Yes....More Books, More references MORE R-E-A-D-I-N-G!

•  Gone -Michael Grant
• Hunger- Michael Grant (Book two in the Gone Series)
• Lies - Michael Grant (Book three in the Gone series)
• Alphas- Lisa Harrison
• Beastly- Alex Flinn
• When the Whistle Bows- Fran Cannon Slayton
• Thread and Flames- Esther Friesner 
• Infinity- Sherrilyn Kenyon 
• Lighting Theif - Rick Riordan (Book one)
• Eon: Dragoneye Reborn- Alison Goodman 
• The Uninvited-Tim Wynne-Jones
• Thirst No.1 - Christopher Pike
• Thirst No.2 - Christopher Pike
• Thirst No.3 The Eternal Dawn - Christopher Pike
• Wintergirls by Laurie Halse Anderson
• Leviathan- Scott Westerfield. 
• Behemoth- Scott Westerfield (book two)
• Love is the Higher Law - David Levithan
• Graceling- Kristin Cashore
• The Dead and Gone- Susan Beth Pfeffer 
• Life as We Know it- Susan Beth Pfeffer (book two)
• Lock and Key- Sara Dessen (anything by her is good)
• Choker - Elizabeth Wood
• Lying Game - Sara Sherpard
• The Eternal Ones- Kirsten Miller
• Trash- Ander Mulligan
• As Easy as Falling Off the Face of the Earth- Lynne rae Perkins
• Before I Fall - Lauren Oliver
• Need- Carrie Jones (book One)
• Captivate - Carrie Jones (book two)
• Entice - Carrie Jones (book three)
• Twisted - Laurie Halse Anderson 
• The Will of the Empress - Tamora Pierce
• 
  

My Place

It's my place.
So close to home.
Yet when home is loud and rambunctious,
My place is the opposite.
I can come here anytime,
to escape anything,
to escape everything.
Because it's my place.
8/8/11

All the reasons we live for

I live for your laugh.
You live for my smile.
We live for our happiness.

I live for your touch.
You live for mine too.
We live for those pleasures.

I live to see you.
You live to see me.
We live to see each other.

I live for you.
You live for me.
We live together.
9/19/11

Diamonds in the Night

My arms stretched out,

My legs loose,

My body lies in

the Meadow of Nothing.

My mind blank,

The sky stark.

and this ebbing

feeling of boredom.

Black, blue night,

stretched over me

And I lie,

stretched beneath.

Its shade envelopes my body

Its nothing- touching my skin.

My mind.

It's black.

The stars?

There aren't any!

So the night continues,

to reach in all directions.

A star!

I love him,

his smile, his laugh.

His every being is...

my everything.

Two diamonds in the night.

My family supports me.

They've always helped me take

those unnerving big steps forward.

Three shining dots.

To change the world with action.

How about with words?

Powerful words that everyone knows.

Four, five, six....thousand.

It all explodes before my body.

And beneath its glory,

my mind, too, bursts into life.

Most the things

All the things I miss in life and you...
are one of them.

All your words cut like a knife but you....
will heal them.

Sometimes the light never shines its brightest...
but it still shines.

Sometimes you smile...
but at least you do.

Fantasy beginners

Deleted scenes from a fantasy story i tried to write. After each ~~~ means I re-start the story.

I sat still in front of my mother, Queen Charlotte, as she brushed my hair.

"Mother, why do I have to be married off?" I asked one night, my mother preparing me for dinner.

"Well, I don't want to marry you off, my child, but your father wants a suitable husband for you, the the meaning behind all of these dinners with all those dukes and princes. So he can see whom you like and he likes." Queen Charlotte pulled the silver brush through my silky mouse brown hair. 

~~~

I woke up one morning, to find that it was snowing outside. Laughing I throw open my balcony door and danced around in the falling snow. My night gown swirling around my ankles. I could feel a pair of eyes on me below. I slowly stopped twirling and looked down, a young boy as young as me, gazed up at me on his black stallion.

I found him rude as he stared at me blankly. “My lady! My lady, please come back inside!” I whipped my head around to see my servant,Kit, beckoning me to come inside. I stole a quick glance downward from my balcony before I went inside. The boy was gone.

Easing into one of my father's tunics he requested for me. I grabbed my dagger and placed it at my waist and my long bow and quivers. Meeting my instructor, Garan, I strode onto the practice field.

“Good morning, my lady.”Garan pulled out his long bow, notching in a quiver and smoothly shot it out. Hitting the dummy on the field.

“Good morning, Garan” I shot a quiver, hitting a dummy in the head, satisfied I redid another shot.

I practiced my archery even after Garan left. For pleasure I took my dagger out and flung it expertly at the dummy. It protruded into the spot its heart would be. I went up to the dummy and retrieved my dagger. Moments later an arrow took place in the slot my daggers blade was, inches from my nose.

I turned, slightly shaken and angry, to face the boy I had seen that same morning. I stode over to him, heat licking up my neck with anger. When I reached him I shot my hand out to slap him but he caught my hand effortlessly.

We stood that way for a moment too long, my wrist in his hand. I brought my fist to get him in the gut. I made contact and the next thing I knew my back is facing him and my and my arms painfully pinned to my back, chest open and vulnerable.

“You could have killed me!” I screeched, struggling against him.

“But I didn't, did I, my lady,” the boy said above me, his voice seductive, I didn't like his voice at all. His defensive skills were impressive. I took a deep breath and sighed, he didn't kill me and at least he showed some respect by it and by calling me lady. I stopped struggling and he released me.

I turned to face him, contemplating if I should attack again, he saw the plan brewing behind my eyes and shifted ever so lightly to protect himself of any further abuse to his body. I quickly rid myself of the thought, seeing that I would again be put back at his feet in anger and humiliation. I looked at him, his golden hair in his face and his gray eyes gazing upon my flushed face. His strong structure and seemingly sculpted lips were none other than perfect. This boy was impossibly handsome.

“I am princess Libbia Levington. Forgive me for my rudeness in fighting you,” I curtly said, Bowing slightly, lying through my teeth. The boy swiftly took my hand, “I am prince Matthew Creg. Forgive me for my rudeness in startling you.” he gently kissed my hand, small and slightly shaking. I could only hope that he did not notice.

“Prince?” I said, “Prince of whom?”

“Prince, my lady, of Shaddin”

I was only 10 when I met him, now I stand before a mirror in a deep purple gown. My mouse brown curls bounced and shined at my shoulders the rest atop my head. The purple dress was tight and fitted my curves perfectly, but I am still not used to all this dress up nonsense my father puts me through, so I felt a bit uncomfortable. The design on the dress was lovely and it brought out my usually frightening eyes the color of blue. A deep blue, unnatural, as some call it. Beautiful and mysterious, as Matthew said to me. I smiled and twirled in my dress.

I turn 16 today. I dances and twirled, a pair of arms gathered me, I looked up to find Prince Matthew of Shaddin readied for my party. I playfully kissed his cheek and he kisses mine. A friendly exchange.

“Why you look ravishing today, my lady,” Matthew said, spinning me.

“Oh please, my prince, you look equally as handsome as I.”

“You know that's a lie,” he growled. We laughed and I punched him in the gut and ran off listening to his laughter as he chased after me.

People were coming into my father's castle and into the Great Ballroom. Hours later Prince Matthew and I where dancing to the fast music, twirling, swinging, laughing. Many people thought us as a couple, or even lovers but really we were best friends, like sister and brother. Matthew was kicked out of his own country and he wanted to get away from his father, as far as he could get, so he came here to the Fray. My father's kingdom. My father welcomed him with open arms and treated him as his own. At first I was deeply shy and intimidated of Matthew but I warmed up and talked with him more and played with him more as we grew up.

~~~

Libby Levingtom sat on a chair on her balcony outside her bedchambers, running a silver brush through her mouse brown hair. The Autumn breeze wrapping her slender body with a welcoming chill. Libby looked out among her father's kingdom. A vacant look on her face, soon enough she will be summoned my her father's squire to remind her of the grand dinner tonight. She was not the least bit pleased with going.

“Lady?” Quipped Libby's servant Felicity.

“Yes?” Libby's pink lips moved smoothly with her voice.

“Pardon me for interrupting. I must prepare you for tonight's dinner.”Libby simly nodded, annoyed with her father's dinners. Even Libby's mother, the Queen, enjoyed it.

After being cleaned and clothed in a gorgeous gown, Libby stood in front of a mirror. Her brown hair in curls at her shoulders, some of it tied behind her head as a wreath, a deep blue jewel hung at the base of her throat, a gift from her father when she had turned sixteen, not too long ago. The light green dress she wore, was simple yet extravagant on her. It cut low on the lacy bodice and hugged her body comfortably.

Libby took a moment to study her face, her lips stained red for tonight and her eyes some how grabbed her attention, the unnatural color of her blue eyed portrayed shock in most men. Libby blicked and sighed. For the first time that day, she left her room to join her father and the poor Lord, Duke, or Price he thought worthy of her hand in marriage.

Gliding through her father's castle Libby thought of an excuse to leave tonight's dinner, a headache, she supposed but felt as if she has over used that one, bellyache? Overused. With a huff Libby limply pushed open the door and strode in with a false smile on her face.

“Why,my father, what charming lord have you brought to my feet this time?” Libby said, looking at her father, his green eyes joyful and his golden hair shining underneath his gold crown like a halo.

“Only the best, my sweet. The best in all my kingdom of the Fray!” he boomed where he sat the the end of the Great Table.

“You're too modest, my King, please, I'm not the best in the Fray.” A deep velvet like voice mused behind Libby. She whirled around, her curls spreading out, to face a handsome yet dark boy of about seventeen winters. The dark boy grabbed hold of her right hand and gently kissed her fingers, “my lady.” he whispered seductively, as hid gray eyes looked up at her from her tingling finger tips.

Libby could feel the heat licking at her neck and face. The young lord smiled slightly, she saw, before she strode down the length of the Great Table to sit next to her father, soon after the lord sat next to her. Almost immediately the rest of the quests flowed in like a rushing river, taking seat after seat until the Great Table was filled the room was loud with the voices of those who sat at it. Libby could feel the presence of the lord next to her as she sipped her wine carefully. To her left her father stood up and the Great Hall quieted, Libby whispered a thanks to God for reliving her from a monstrous headache for later.

“Fellow friends of the Fray and beyond, I welcome you to the Great Dinner tonight to present my daughter, Princess Libby, and her guest, Prince Matthew of Shaddin!” The Great Hall erupted with applause as the King gestured for Libby and Matthew to stand. The lord beside Libby stood. He was a prince! Not a lord, Prince of Shaddin, lord Price has come a long way to the Fray to see Princess Libby.

After her father's embarrassing introduction, Libby faced Prince Matthew. Her blue eyes wide with curiosity, she met his gray eyes and almost gasped at the intensity of his gaze, she blinked.

“Lord Prince, forgive me for staring,I- my manners have slipped for the moment,” Libby flustered, she stared at her lap instead.

“Forgiven, Lady Libby,” Lord Price said, his seductive voice filling her ears as she savored the sound. Cheeks growing read she sipped at her wine again, the feel of her guest's eyes on her like a cat. Disturbed by being watched like that she glanced at him.

“Please stop watching me like that!” she hissed, locking eyes with him.

“Like what,” He cocked an eyebrow, “my lady?”

“Like I'd kill you the moment you turn your back, Lord Prince.”

“Oh?” He seemed amused. “I see I've distressed you,” He offered no apology, the nerve.

“Yes, Lord Price, you have.” He must have been blind could he not see her fuming, the rudeness irked her.

“I've come a long way to see you, my lady”

“Is that so?” Libby said tersely

“Indeed it is, wonder why I've come to you?”

“Why else? Like all the other fools, to ask for my hand in marriage. Well you can forget it.”

“No my lady.” Libby was taken aback, not here for her hand?

“No?!” Libby instantly closed her mouth, her manners herself seemed to not be present.

“Why else are you here then, Lord Prince?” Libby pressed, anxious about his answer.

“To protect you,” Prince Matthew answered in a tone Libby was displeased of.

“Haven't I enough protection? Prince Matthew? With my father's army at my command to fight to save my life?” Libby narrowed her eyes. She felt uneasy about this Prince Matthew

Broken forever

As I walk this road of shame
All I know was that I'm to blame
And I am sick and tired
of this silly old game
But it is my broken heart
that I'm trying to tame

I'm glad you found her
or she found you
I see that look when you're 'round her too

Was everything just a lie?
Was it just to get you by?
How could you leave me sitting here?
Drowning in my own tears.

When you whispered, "Forever",
I thought you meant us, together.
Now all I can think about,
Is forgetting--
you.

Sit here in my thoughts
whispering sweets I don't hear.
Watching you kiss her cheek.
Every nightmare in my fears.
Do not try to comfort me.
I can never forgive myself.
It can't happen and never will be.
When you've kicked me into Hell.

Why do I hear your name?
And try to grab hold of it?
Why do I see your face,
and try to place him with it?

I feel like the beauty in me,
Is a rose that wilted.
Why couldn't you just see
My whole world tilted?

I can only lie here now
with tears that shed,
I'll try to get better now,
and push you from my head.

I can't feel you now
that part of me that's half dead.
I will say farewell now.
They're the last words you said.

A daughter to remember

  Health 1 D1/B1 Chelsea Christison   Creative writing project                                     

A Daughter to Remember

Charlie; at the age of 28 , had a daughter. Charlie’s mother and father were both under the strong power of alcoholism.  Unfortunately their daughter Charlie was mixed up in it all.  Charlie’s  daughter  Kate wasn’t mixed up in the alcohol that her mother drank continuously. Even at the age of 12 Kate knew that her mother was just trying to make herself feel better, by making herself drunk and getting high on occasions.  She was ashamed of her mother and did her best to avoid getting in her path. 

        Charlie was depressed and stressed out about  keeping her house.  And I have a daughter. She thought as she took a large swing at her Vodka. Kate walked past the kitchen door, her mom’s eyes following her drowsily.

“Kate?” Charlie rasped, gripping her robe shut. She just got out of bed. Kate, who’d just came home from school, sighed and took a tentative step into the sweet smelling room.

“Yes?”

“Can you go into my room and get me my cigarettes?”  What Kate heard was: Canou oentoo mah rrooom an get meh mi ciga…rettes? Her mother giggled and smiled. Kate felt the urge to groan in disgusted  but suppressed it in fear that her mom would get aggressive.

“Okay,” She answered and immediately  left.

She stomped to her mother’s room the gross smell of smoke slapped her face and harassed her nose.  Where does mom even get the money for stupid cigarettes? Kate thought harshly, eyebrows knitted together. She looked at her mother’s undid bed and sloppy room. She took in the gagging smell. The urge to clean it all up and toss everything in the room out into the street was great but making her mother worse my ruining her already ruined room would tear her apart.

        Randomly, she chose the pack with the least number of the tiny rolls and jetted down to the stairs. She tossed the pack and headed to the fridge. Upon opening it she sighed. “Mom…what’s to eat?” She said simply.  Her mother scoffed and then giggled.

“Honey if it’s food you want. Then here.” Charlie took out a few twenties and shoved it to the floor. Kate picked them out without  question and left. She stepped outside, the warm night wrapping her in it’s arms. She couldn’t remember the last time her mother had been clean of alcohol.  She  couldn’t remember the last time her mother had wrapped her up in her arms and had been a real mother. 

        Kate finished her shopping, having to walk a few good blocks. Charlie had managed to get her license taken away. Kate felt that it was for the better. She walked over a flier. It stuck to her shoe ominously and she stripped it off. The flier in hand, she read it. It was a therapist group. Kate’s mind spun and she folded up the paper and suck it in her pocket, address in mind.  Does her mom even know what a therapist group is? Her mom dropped out of high school thinking that it was too hard. 

Kate found the therapist place. It was going on now. She listened to get a feel on what it was like. Her mom wouldn’t like it, They talked about getting family to pitch in for these people’s issues.

This was something that  Mom avoided. Her sister is her only family. Just like her except that Her sister recovered. Her sister decided to do something about her addiction and got better, Kate’s mom has been very jealous that her sister got better and she didn’t. Kate smiled at the people who where there. They didn't see her, she was too shy to show herself, but she enjoyed watching them smile.
When Kate arrived home she found her mother asleep on the couch, she disposed of the cigarette butt dangling between her fingers lifelessly. She really wanted a bottle of water, Kate's throat ached for something wet. However the tap water in this house was not all that clean. Glancing down at the flier in her hand her mind spun once more.

What if I could help my mom? She thought with hope.

30 years later...

Charlie's hand was working frivolously at her tangled hair. The steamed mirror reflected Kate's mother. Her graying golden brown hair, round cheeks, red lips, all of what Charlie was now. All thanks to Kate. Charlie could scarcely remember how she got here, all she knew was that it took a lot of small simple steps. Kate was there every step, Charlie's older sister meeting them halfway to accompany them both to their goal.

Nearing Charlie's 35^th birthday an unfortunate event happened upon the family. Kate's death. It couldn't have been avoided. Her death, like many others, was sad. The person in the car was drunk and not watching, when she clipped Kate in the shoulder with the rear view mirror. She fall she took is what killed her.

The child's mother had wept, knowing that the passing of her only daughter is nothing like she's ever felt before. Charlie had felt moved by Kate's death. In knowing that the person driving was drunk, she felt like it could have been her, 20 years back. She could have hit somebody. Charlie had then really stopped smoking, throwing out every pack she could find. She had been starting to quit but had always taken another one everyday.

Charlie finished getting ready for work. She looked at her new home. It was only a bit bigger, though, it was nicer and didn't reek of smoke and alcohol. It was bought not only to get away but also as apart of Charlie's way in renewing her life. The feeling of a new start exhilarated her blood.

Heading down the hall, she stopped in front of the fireplace.

“Kate,” She said, touching one of the pretty pictures of her unforgotten daughter. “I– “

She choked. “I...am better. I got a job and followed your rules.” Charlie surprised herself with a nervous chuckle. “Things had to get worse before it got better, I guess. However, my baby, I learned much. And even though... you can't be here physically, I feel like I can finally be a true mother to you. I got to see you grow up...

“I am so proud of you ,Kate. A– all of the things that you did for me in my life. All of those words you said to me. You were the mother I never had. You, Kate, are my family. You and my sister, us three healing me but also each other. You and my sister healed my sickness, I healed the hole in your heart, the hole that should have been filled by a mother's love, and you also reunited me with my sister.

“Things would be so...off. Kate...I...I'm......sorry!” She collapsed in tears, shoulders shaking up and down with grief mixed with happiness. “I-I-I'd have never felt all of this before, K-kate. Your love, determination, passion for healing me, helping me. I could never have even realized that you did all that.

“I see now, why all this was important. Even thought you're gone, you are not really gone. You are still here. With me. You wanted me to remember you to cherish you after you've left.” She smiled through her tears, clenching her fingers tight. She picked up her daughter's picture and kissed it tenderly. Charlie's body shook vigorously her voice choked as she coughed hard. Her head was light and the world spun. This is it She was thinking, It's my time to leave.

A weak smile formed on her lips, she had looked forward to her own passing feeling that she could finally be with her Kate.