Simple Love

Love

It isn't simple as that

Love can rip you apart in a second

Make you do things you would never do

Your mind might go crazy

Or it could be right in front of you

And you never knew it

It make sense why everyone

Dreams about it

Thinks about it every moment of the day

And cries about it

But what's so special?

Why does everyone want it?

Love

It could be as simple as that

You find someone

You fall in love

I guess it's as simple as that   

Bad Decisions

One moment your life could change

You think everything will turn out

And nothing  damaging will happen

Say no

Say no

You will be called names

Loose who you are

Maybe even friends will turn their back on you

Is this really worth it?

 Saying yes could change your life ever

The way your look at yourself

The way people see you
When they glance at you
Horrible things will pass through their mined   

You entire way of life will change

Rain

 A rain storm hits 

You fall and nothing will get better it seems

Your life is raining down on you

The light turns to darkness

And worries fill the air

Sadness

Uncertainty

Dismay

Nothing could get worse

All the weight of your stress descends upon you

Wash the rain away and take a long needed breath

Gerhard Richter (German, b. 1932)

Breath (Atem), 1989

Pathetic

Its really pathetic

How I keep trying to hold on to something

That’s not coming back.

What happened to me and you

You hurt me and weeks have past and it still hurts

Why? Do I still have feelings for you

I knew it wasn’t gonna last but I still held on

Pathetic is all I think about now

I might be young but a broken heart cannot be fixed

Find Youself

Everywhere you look, no one can find themselves. You look in the mirror; can you find who you really are? Is anything holding you back from the past? Something happened in the past, but you can’t shake it off. You school, your classmates, and your life cannot find its true identity. Laura Halse Anderson in her book "Speak" illustrates how identity can make a person.

Over the summer Melinda life turned around for the worst, she lost who she was. Andie Evens, the pervert took advantage of Melinda at a party. She called the cops in dismay and all of the kids at the party that were drinking turned against her. Even her best friend, Rachel and others turned their noses up at her. They told her, "I Hate you" on the first day of school. This wasn’t a boost of confidence, she has lost who she is; identity. Her room is a perfect symbol for this; it is a mixture of other people and 5th grade. If you can’t find yourself, how do you expect other people to see the real you? When Melinda sees a mirror she sees something she doesn’t like, and turns it away. She isn’t ok with herself, so she gives herself no identity. Her body and mind and trapped in horror dream. Melinda wants to get away from everything and become who she really is again.

Almost all characters including Melinda don’t have an identity. Some of the people she categorizes people on how they look, dress, and who they are with. For example, the Amber Cheerleaders are all snobs. What happened to treat everyone, how you want to be treated? Most of the cheerleaders probably were at the party. They look at Melinda as a freak and a no one. Both don’t fell so great about each other. It seems that almost everything in Speak cannot truly find who they are. Merrywether high school, has changed its name 4 times, and will most likely change again. How could Melinda and everyone else find identity in a school that can't find it?

People all over the world she be comfortable in their own skin. It doesn’t matter what you did in your past, it matters what you can be now. Something to take out of the book is, be yourself at whatever cost. Even if let’s say you called the cops at a party, don’t be afraid to come out and shine.

The night with eyes

 
The night is dark and eerie and no one is in sight. No lights in houses shine; only one street light glosses the sidewalk. A brunch nearby breaks off a tree. Wind is now all around me; it snarls and whispers in my ear. "Walk faster, get out", my mind tells me. Someone is watching me I can feel it. I trip and fall to the cold dead ground. Footsteps come towards me, but no one is there. I get up and run as fast as I can. The trees start to scream in the wind. Again my mind tells me, "Get out". There is a shortcut to my house, I run through the small path in the forest. Still I can feel someone's eyes are watching over me. No stars in the sky gleam down at me. Finally, my house is a few steps away. My body feels dizzy and my legs ache. What is happening to me? My body almost collapses to the ground, but I catch myself in the last second. I make it to the house and scurry though my front yard. A breath of relief comes to me. Too good to last, something as grabbed my ankles. My body plummets towards the front step and I hit my head hard. I can feel blood rushing down my icy cheek. My eyes go pitch black, and my body is completely numb.

Storm

The wind whispers and the thunder yells. She sits on the couch watching old movies with hot chocolate in hand. She gets up to get some popcorn between the commercials. The thunder screams, and she drops the bowl of popcorn all over the floor. As soon as she is almost done cleaning; the doorbell rings. "Who in the world is ringing the door in this nasty weather?" she says to herself. She goes to sit back down, its probably just some kids goofing off. The doorbell rings again and again. Her eyes roll and she begins watching the movie. A light next to the door flickers, and she feels as if someone is watching her. It rings again. She walks curiously toward the door. Right as she touches the doorknob, the door fly's open as if someone pushed it. A big crash of thunder hits and she jumps back. "Hello is anyone there?" No one is there; a dark figure stands by a tree. Her entire body starts to shake. She slams the door, but it slams back open. As she finally gets it closed, she looks up and the figure is no longer there. As she turns around all the lights start flickering again. "What is going on, who is doing this?" she yells out loud. She runs upstairs, grabs the phone, and goes into her closet. The lights are now even flickering upstairs. "STOP!" she yells out. She can hear the front door swing open and footsteps downstairs. She dials 911, and puts the phone up to her ear. "I wouldn't do that", someone says. The closet door opens, and the dark figure grabs her by the leg. She yells for help but no one listens. This scared young girl was never heard of again along with the dark figured man.