Just getting out my feelings..the joy of boys.

Caught in between my love for you and our friendship,

Can’t quite be one or the other.

We have serious issues because we were once so close,

When I fell for you, I thought you would just be another.

I ignored, then liked, then loved you,

We talked on the phone for hours and iChatted until 4.

Our relationship is now so complicated,

But god did not open a window for me, he opened a enormous door.

I was so lucky to have you, even if you weren’t my boyfriend,

Being so stubborn I was stupid and didn’t let you be mine.

Even though you begged and begged for me to be your girlfriend,

I did not take these moments in, and soon, as they always do, they all end.

It is awkward now, but I still need you in my life,

I can talk to you about anything.

Right now I need to talk to somebody about you,

My heart sincerely stings.

You do not listen to me although you should,

I realize we are both very stubborn.

But all boys are stupid in general,

Except the one boy who is THE one and true.

Well THAT boy better come out soon because I’m sick of this boy,

He can’t be my best friend or my relationship.

When will I meet YOU, the boy who’s my one and true?

The years I wish I could skip.

I want everything to be all better,

To be put out of the misery it is to be a teen.

But yet you, boy, are the one right now on the scene,

And yet, you, boy, I’m caught in between.

Look

   

Eyes are a powerful part of the soul,

                                                          It allows others to see you as a whole.

                                           The pitch black iris meets the natural colors of the eye,

                            Revealing your true feeling whether it is angry, sorrowful, fearful, or shy.

                                                     The power, the love, the hatred you can tell,

                                          It does not matter if your feelings are hidden in a shell.

                                              The protected thoughts will be exposed and bare,

                                               The raw, unready feelings are out there to share.

                                                      But do not close your eyes and be afraid,

                                            for the guessing game of emotions is always played.

                                                      Remember when you approach a person,

                                                 They will quickly find what they are of search in.

                                       Maybe your eyes give off innocence that demand attention,

                                                Bringing the person an extension of explanation.

                                                          Hopefully the eyes’ courage shines,

                        And the person will create an opinion about you that is once again, refined.

                                             The countless expressions the eye can make alone

                                               Is something each year that is exceptionally grown.

                                                                  Blink once or blink twice,

                                           The important moments you just missed come at a price.

                                         Go ahead and let your eyes laugh and let your eyes cry,

                                 Because these are the experiences in life which no one can buy.

Details in the Fabric:

If it's a broken part, replace it.
If it's a broken arm then brace it.
If it's a broken heart then face it.


Hold your own.

Smile!

"Smiling is infectious,

you catch it like the flu.

When someone smiled at me today

I started smiling too.

I passed around the corner,

and someone saw my grin.
When he smiled I realized,
I'd passed it on to him.

I thought about that smile,

then I realized its worth.

A single smile just like mine,

could travel round the earth.

So, if you feel a smile begin,
don't leave it undetected.

Let's start an epidemic quick,
and get the world infected!"

Braces.

"But we just hold our heads up high; 
On orthodontists' chairs we lie, 
For they're the ones who control the rate 
At which our crooked teeth turn straight. 

In mirror dreamily we gaze, 
And eagerly we count the days 
Till we'll display our brand-new bite 
With teeth now back to gleaming white"

...continued by me

The glorious day finally arrives,

The orthodontist controls our lives

We see the old, gross metal in a pile

Take the mirror and see our new smile :)

embrace it because its not going to go away

Rules:

If you never try, you won't get the spot.
If you never submit, you won't be chosen.
If you never think you're going to be the cover on Seventeen Magazine,
How Are You Supposed To Even Believe You'll Get Chosen?

I Really Want To Be An Artist

Sometimes you just have to suck it up and put a smile on your face.

I'm lost.

Another Nursery Rhyme Mishap

"Rain, rain. Go away! Come again another day!"

This my friends, is a vicious cycle. If you tell the rain to go away but come again, the next he comes, you'll repeat the rhyme! You are inviting the rain and then shooing it away over and over again! ..How rude.

Just feeeling the poetry time...

Give what you get,
Love as you love.
Experience what you learn,
Life is rough.
Reverse your turn,
Say your sorrow,
Resist to hold your head in shame,
Life is a game.
Sometimes it will happen,
Buckle your seatbelt.
Other times everything collapses to the ground,
But throughout, the definition of Life is found.
Do not settle for less,
Do not beg for more.
Your voice must be heard aloud,
So breath in and stick out your chest, proud.
Everything is an opinion,
Someone will always hate.
Because of that do not deflate and
Prevent the nonsense to alter your fate.
This time for you might be rough,
Think of it as a game.
The definition will be found,
And Believe Me, It'll Be Profound.

Shaytards

I love the shaytards. Now there's a great family who is a good example for all of us.
Plus, they are hilarious.

Mhm..

A kid getting a Camaro as a reward after getting 3 A's & 1 B one semester?
Alright...

Thinking:

Now thinking is all I have left to do,

I am going to sleep and my focus is on you.

I start to question my confusion.

Why do I hate you and why are you all I need?

Do I only like you in times of greed?

Does flirting mislead?

Does kissing exceed?

Should I leave you alone as a deed?

Will our friendship or relationship succeed?

Am I the only one to take heed?

Are either of us suppose to plead?

Please answer these wonders, indeed.

I only think because right now that is all,

But tomorrow I awake and reply:

“So Boy, is today the day where we rise or fall?’’

I'm in the blogging mood.

BLOG, BLOG, BLOG, BLOG, BLOG, BLOG....AND BLOG.
But what to blog about?!

Raining..

"It's raining, It's poaring.
 The old man is snoring.
 He went to bed and bumped his head
 And couldn't get up in the morning."

Now, what does the weather have to do with this old man? Is it supposed to set the scene for the rhyme?
Oh, the things we are told when we are little.

Finding a boy, Getting the boy, Keeping the boy, Maintaining the boy, and Liking the boy are so hard.
Why Do We Have To Have It Perfect?

Woah. The rain is seriously crazy today..
I see a giant storm in this city's future!

Rebecca Black.

I know Rebecca Black's song+video is terrible, and everyone knows it.
But I feel so bad for her! Leave the poor bad singer alone..

Want to know something else?

GEOGRAPHY HOMEWORK IS OVERRATED.

Oh, yeah I..tell you something--

Oh, yeah I..tell you something--
I think you'll understand.
When I --say that something:
I Want To Hold Your Hand.
I Want To Hold Your Hand, I Wanna Hold Your Hand.

Now this my friends, Iš ℃∅∅↓

A Blog.

Not sure if I know how to
Do,
Make,
Continue,
Stick To,
Love,
or Write
a Blog..

But Hey, I'm doing it.