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May 29

Time

he spends his nights sitting at the corner of his bed
he dreams of incredible things,
the thoughts swirling like a whirlpool in his head.

but time is his secret enemy
it is unforgiving
even with all the time in the world he
still is unbelieving

months pass and hours waste
and still he hastes
to plead with time to save him grace,
instead,
leaving him with the salty taste,
or tears that he shed

but miles away unknowingly,
she sits at the corner of her bed bestowingly,
offering him the time,
to fulfill his dreams shamelessly

"come stay with me," she whispers
across the streetlights and signs which flickers
back light from the night sky where her words flew
with the message "i love you"
tagged at the end with kisses and stickers

a steady breeze ruffles his hair
"from where is this air
which brings me the promise to tear
me loose from this burden that i bare?"

there,
across the streetlights and signs which flickers the night sky
is she who yearns to fly,
to dream of places far and aspirations high
"but can i?"

he questions time
for permission to commit a crime
a crime of the heart
that breaks apart
the chains which thwart

"will you be mine,
for all of time?"
he questions she who yearns to fly

and with that simple request,
time was put to the test,
which love yet again did defy.

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February 22

A Place for My Head

I really hate how you're always on my mind.
I hate how you make me feel like the only person who ever mattered to you when I'm with you.
I hate how much one word from you means to me.
I hate how I give you all my attention and get none back.
I hate being "in the backseat."
I hate the way you make me feel, how happy and girly I am.
I hate that I always wait for you.
I hate myself for doing so much for you.
I hate how it only takes one kiss to forget everything I hated about you.
I hate not knowing whats on your mind, or how you really feel about me.
I hate feeling like I like more than you like me.
I hate that I rarely get to see you.
I hate that Im hating myself for hating you.

But I think, what I hate the most,
is when we fight
when I make you angry
when I cause you confusion
when I cause you sadness
when I can't be with you
when you don't know how much you mean to me.

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January 29

Eighteen

NO LONGER JAILBAIT :D
and thats about it...
hahaha.
awww
sux.

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January 28

In Your Arms

So tomorrow marks another year of my life, and the last blog entry I've written. I wonder why I haven't written anything in so long, especially since I feel that writing is the only safe outlet I have. It's so relieving just to let out all your emotions in the form of words strung together on paper. Although, I don't think I would be able to write anything if I didn't feel it. Some of the best pieces I've written were influenced by a certain emotion I felt at the time.

I figured, since it's one year since the last time I've written a blog... why not reflect on the past year? But how boring would that be. You know? And It'd take me ages to write it all down, let alone all the effort it takes to remember it all. If you know me, I have the worst memory EVER. ahaha

Therefore, I've decided to post a story that I wrote back in September of last year. It's a story that's very dear to me. It brings back a lot of good memories of a time when I reached a high point on this roller coaster of life. [In other words, TRUE STORY! yay!]

To give you a little context, I wrote this for my AP English Language class. The prompt was to have a story set at the lake, and it has to be super descriptive.

So here it goes, hope you enjoy it :]

On the Opposite Side of the Mountain

"Where is it? Come on! Ive been driving forever, it has to be one of"--a severely menacing red truck swerved its nose into my lane. I quickly stepped on the brake. I tightened my grip around the steering wheel, the tendons in my wrists becoming more pronounced. The shrill sound of the truck's horn pierced the air, blaming me for getting in its way.

"Great. Fine! I would have let you in if you SIGNALED!" I yelled. I cursed the reckless driver before me. "It's not like you have anywhere important to be, or anyone important you have to meet in five minutes."

Maneuvering my car, I peeled out from behind the massive vehicle. I sped up in the neighboring lane: forty, forty-five, fifty, fifty-five, sixty. Anonymous behind my sunglasses, I glared at the man who cut me off. In the same manner as he had moments earlier, I overtook him. "How do you like that, Mr. Red Truck?"

Caught in the accomplishment of my revenge, I forgot about the right turn I searched so diligently for, which at last, decided to make itself present past the upcoming stop sign. Pulling up to the gate, I fumbled around my purse for my wallet, the parking lot attendant becoming more and more annoyed by the second. His incessant whistling hindered my irate search for the wallet buried at the bottom of my bag, my hands digging and my fingers yearning to grab hold of something folded and canvas. Found it. Four bucks and I'm in. A sigh of relief.

The lazy heat of late afternoon slowly rose above the parking lot asphalt, streaked with tread marks and blotched with dark oil stains left by aging cars, rusting with wisdom and experience. From my car door, my foot dangled, flirting with the rising heat, swaying with the rhythmic fall breeze that rolled down from the mountains, which embraced the lake. The heat welled up within the familiarity of my car, becoming absorbed in the black leather seats, coaxing me out into the mid-September weather. The slow breeze mingled with me, twirling my hair, spinning and dancing around my legs. It felt soothing. I relished in the tingling sensation of the short bursts of cool air evaporating the thin layer of sweat glimmering on my summer-tanned skin. I took my time strolling through the parking lot, breathing in the fresh scent of pure, uninterrupted nature, free from the frenzied pace of the world beyond the earthen mountains that guarded this sanctuary. An old willow beckoned me with the promise of shade, waving its long branches in my direction. I situated myself underneath the tree, looking out towards a baseball field combed and ready for a game.

My cell phone rang. "Hello... It's all right... I'm just sitting by the baseball field... Okay... See you soon... Bye."

A low rustle over my head caught my attention as I slipped my cell phone back into my purse. Two birds jumped from branch to branch, giggling and teasing each other, barely aware of the curious eyes that peered at them from below. I averted my attention away from the playful birds for a moment, a smile spread across my lips. He's here.

He looked different from the time I last saw him. Maybe it was because of the lighting. No. Maybe it was his clothes. They're lighter tones compared to what he usually wore. Blue and green. He walked towards me, leaving shallow imprints across the grass, a little bounce with each step that closed the distance between us. I waved at him, a timid back and forth movement of my hand near the left side of my face, which was then mirrored back to me. Our greeting.

Walking along a slightly curving path away from the baseball field, we stepped onto the black asphalt of the parking lot, this time, the two of us caught in the fluid dance of the wind that weaved in and out of the spaces between our arms, hoping to join our hands together. We remained separated, occasionally bumping into each other as our strides went off sync.

"How are you?" he questioned.

"I'm okay, I guess. Ive just been preoccupied with tests and homework. You know how it is," I replied. "How about you?"

We engaged in small talk, steadily ascending over rocky inclines, careful not to slip on a loose pebble. Our conversation flowed as natural as the suns rays that landed on the surfaces of our skin, following us up the makeshift path around the mountainside. From the stresses of school to the conflicts of family life, we talk our way up the mountain slowly losing our breaths to the steepening path.

"You want to turn around?" he suggested. "I'm getting kind of tired."

As we turned around to head back down the path, the entirety of the lake unfolded before our eyes. Its glossy surface reflected a perfect mirror image of the mountains around it, the glistening blue of the sky, free of clouds and open to the golden tint emanating from the sun. The sight captivated us, rendering our voices paralyzed at the magnitude of the serenity, the placid calm of the lake. Ripples leisurely undulated across the level surface in a pattern of concentric circles that grew wider and wider in diameter, originating from the dipping of oars past the surface of the water, making its way to the shoreline wishing to meet us. Descending downwards, we observed families peddling blissfully in forest green paddleboats, their laughter inaudible to our ears listening from many yards away. With so much action going on down by the lake, only silence hummed a tune of euphoric peacefulness at the base of the mountain where we now stood. Finding a sheltered patch of grass up on a nearby hill, we finally sat.

"I don't mean to be all sentimental or corny, but this," he gestured towards the panoramic view of the lake, "this is gorgeous."

We found comfort amongst the soft tufts of grass covered by shade cast by tall trees scattered along the slope of the hill. He laid facing upwards to the sky as his head rested on his arm tucked behind his neck. He blended in with the nature. The blue of his shirt complemented the blue of the sky; the green stripes echoed the blades of the grass we laid on. He looked so peaceful with his eyes closed. It seemed as if the earth took away all the anxiety from his life and soaked it up into the ground. I propped myself up on my elbows and looked into the sun that unhurriedly sunk beneath the mountain opposite the lake. I love the angle of light in the late afternoon right before sunset. It has a way of illuminating everything it touches, accentuating every beautiful part. Each leaf turns a vibrant green that shines like emerald ornaments hanging off the branches of a Christmas tree. Each branch embraces the leaves that cover it, waving at me by the influence of the wind. Each tree comes to life, looking like giants guarding the slopes and looking out into the distance. I turned my head to look at him. He looked back at me. His eyes were curious as to what I was thinking, dazzling a deep shade of brown that lightened as the rays hit his irises.

I moved closer to him, placed my arm across his chest, and rested my head on his shoulder. I lay there in his arms, closed my eyes, and let all my stresses and concerns slip away from me and into the ground. I allowed his warmth to fill the cold empty spaces within me. I joined him in a serene slumber underneath the protection of the tree that supported more pairs of giggling birds whose gazes looked down upon us unknowingly.

We laid there together, without worry, until the sun set behind the mountain and bid farewell to the tranquility of the lake.