No Man's Land

He runs,
He hides,
He fears,
He sits,

As he wipes away the tears.

The tears from the fears.

of the pain that they cause.

They do not know,

They do not care,

They do not see,

The reason he wishes to flee.

Flee away to safety.

Back into his trench.

No, he can't,

He won't,

He's stuck...

In the middle of no man's land

Caught between two trenches

Of a mother and a father.

He has no where to go,

No where to run,

No where to hide.

So for the remaining years,

I sit, and wipe away my tears

Crazy World

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0L1srqYLnu8&feature=topvideos

This is CRAZY! This shit is going on in our world, and most of us have absolutely NO clue about it all. Imagine this was here, in our cities, and our lives.. then you would care, but since its not, you don't. Thats what I don't understand, why no one cares whats happening on the other side of the world. It still the same world. So what if it doesn't affect you personally, it affects others TREMENDOUSLY and it's not fair. I feel like we should all know a little more of what goes on around the world, because simply writing about it in the newspaper, that not everyone reads, or putting on the news channel, that not everyone watches, does not quite do it. We all need to become more informed ourselves, do some research, watch some videos, and learn more about our global brothers and sisters.

Graphic Short Story

For my creative writing class, we have been assigned to create a graphic short story. I had NO IDEA what this was when I first heard about it and knew it would not be easy. However, with help from my teacher about speech bubbles, characters, setting, and structure of a graphic short story, I finally began to understand what I was doing and it all fell into place. My story must be about issues and events that a young adult faces in their life.  I have chosen to write my story about a nerd in highschool who goes to a party, where he sees the most beautiful girl in his school that he is crazy about. He is way to nervous to talk to her, but this night is special because she talks to him, and he gets his first kiss, from HER. The story is not completely about him and her. It also deals with friendships in highschool, parent-child relationships, and expectations from parents. I love to write, and I am definitely enjoying this assignment so far and hope that it turns out as great as I imagine it

The Life of A Writer

This year, I have decided that I wanted to write for a reason and not just for shits and giggles. I mean, I ALWAYS write cool little poems and whatnots in birthday cards and such, but I wanted to take it to a whole new level. So I took up "Writers Craft" - a creative writing class at school. Although I am ultimately shy and nervous in front of crowds of more than 5, I wanted to share my work with more than just my family, and so I decided to attempt to overcome my stupid fear of public speaking. At first , I'm not going to lie, I was scared shitless, especially after hearing it was the LARGEST class ever. But all it took was one shot... ignore everyone... pretend they aren't even there, and just let the words come out. It felt amazing, and I had finally started the overcoming of my fear. I love going to third period everyday now and sharing what I love to do most.
In the beginning, many people think that writing is all about personal, deep, dark pieces and sharing them and letting people know who you are. Although there is some of that, writing can be whatever you want it to be and make it out to be. I have learned from one man that you can take any tiny thing and turn it into a HUGE story in so many different ways. Your senses are the easiest way to make a story. Listen to a beat or song and write about what you hear and what it makes you think of. Eat some food, and write about the experience, the taste, and what it reminds you of. Look at a picture and turn that into the setting for your story. Touch an object, and write about what you feel or experiences you have had with something similar. Lastly, smell some food, an object, or even a person, and write about the smell, how awful it is and how it reminds you of a part in your life, or how amazing it is and how happy that smell makes you.
These are simply a few examples of what writing can be.

Clothed

We're all crazy about the clothes we wear,
but to tell you the truth, I don't even care.
LRG, Gucci, Abercrombie...
I'd rather rock a plain white T.
Who made it cool to wear brands?
When they're made from twenty-five cents a day hands?
and since when are you unpopular
if you dont pop your collar?
To me, these are just clothes
They're not expensive, but im still getting hoes.
We care too much about the labels we put on,
but it's not going to make you any better the day that you are gone.
The last time I checked, Mahatma Ghandi wore just a towel.
So why are ya'll looking at him with a scowl?
God made us to be people, not an idol,
so making a change, it's vital.
Because if you want to be with BIG GUNS
Then you need to go get a refund.

Smells Like Teen Spirit

Don't you love it?
Waking up to the smell of coffee.
I can't wait to get that taste,
but first, i gotta take a pee.

Its's Friday, my week is almost over,
as I eat breakfast, I'm feeling alright.
I hope this day flies by,
because I'm going to party tonight.

Walking into school.
walking through the halls.
The changeroom after gym,
smells like sweaty balls.

One more stop - hockey,
as I arrive, I meet my team
Before the game starts,
we gather for nicotine.

Finally my night is here,
boys drinking beer, girls drinking vex.
I see a girl, she's so hot.
Maybe tonight's the night I have sex.

The drinks keep pouring,
one beer, two, five, nine.
I'm starting to lose count,
don't worry, I'm fine.

No. I'm not. Far from it.
I can feel it coming.
Trying to stop it, hold it down.
Impossible. I start puking.

DISGUSTING! Can't stand the smell,
it's awful and the taste isn't any better.
It continues to come out,
as my clothes keep getting wetter.

BLACK.... Where am I?
Voices so loud, lights so blinding.
Someone walks up and speaks,
"Last night you got alcohol poisoning."

Solitude

Alone, all by myself
Doing what I love, doing what I hate.
No one to tell me what to do, or complain.
Able to do and say whatever I want
There's no stopping me, I am my own person,
I am my own power.
Maybe a bad thing?
More than likely...
lonliness, sadness... DANGER.
No one,
No one to talk to.
No one to help me.
I am alone, I die,
Alone

Goodbye

A Bad word, with no good meaning.
GOODbye?
Leaving is not always good,
why isn't it "BADbye"?
I dont want to leave
I want this to last forever.
Goodbye leaves the chance of this being the last one.
So no more goodbye.
Instead, I say to you, "See you later" because then I know that I will see you again and is not the last time.