Remembering a Friend

She had a future as bright as the sun.
a smile that could light up a room.
Now she's an angel up above.
flying over clouds oh so white.

You will be remembered,
forever I will never forget you.
I will always wish best things.
You are in God's home now:

Flying over the raindrops,
singing to rainbows.
She's a hero in my eyes.

Hard Work Equals Labor

If you don't work hard, then you won't know if you touched somebody with your kindness.

Butterflies and Nerves

Prom was last night, and i had butterflies and nervers. But they went away fairly quickly.

Do You Ever Wish?

Do you ever wish,
that i flew with angels?
Upon the brightest of Skies,
I do sometimes.
Do you sometimes wonder,
if what you see in me, is real.
Flying on an angel's wing,
touching the unknown.
Do you wonder, if you could be me.
I wish all these things someday.
Someday, i will ride on drops of rain.
My heart overflows, as i exhalt in the everlasting
light. Becoming a King of heaven's gates.
When night falls, and moon's shine.
I will bow down to my God. and give thanks.
Do you notice the stars?
That's me the brightest one
I will shine upon my very best,
Sleeping on clouds of soft surrender,
That's where i'll be,
come with me upon an angel's wing.
Into the distance  of the unknown,
do you ever wish, these things too?

all things new

today i spent time with my family and that's all i gotta say.....

The Life Tree

Over the meadow,
A tree grows from a seed.
The branches slowly, grow
One by one, the tree gets black.
representing the symbol of death.
            But yet the tree fades
            from green to black.
the tree endoures those memories,
If the tree dies then the memories die.
As winter falls the memory branc come invadehes fall,
    Summer comes around, the memories retrieve themselves.
From the dusty corners of their graves.
Over time, the memories fade,
until new memories come invade.

Changes are About to come

Never have i imagined, that i would have these things happpen to me. I mean all the feelings in me are happy.

Prom Season

Every single year there's a thing called Prom, it's probably the most extravagent high school dance that only happends once a year at spring time. All these things that people do. getting texcedos, corsages, money for dinner, girls buying their dresses.
Well i have gotten asked to prom this year, being that this is my first prom i don't know what to expect.

Monday Briefs

Today is Monday of course, in which i really hate mondays obviously another week of school started. Wiping my eyes, trying to let go of all the sleepiness that consumes me almost every weekend.  I've always loved school, and you have to get your education somehow.

the afterlife creation

In the end,

When all is done

And our life’s put to rest.

Darkness is all we consume.

But what happens in the afterlife?

Nothing but glass we will become,

Just figures of the body and soul.

We will become guards of heaven,

The guards of hell.

But for what cause,

To protect the afterlife,

From the demons trying to invade.

Protectors of the angels. Perhaps?

When that day of darkness, arrives.

We will just be stone statues.

The afterlife, is where I will become human again.

I will be someone’s angel in the deep blue skies.

Helping the ruler of the world, do good deeds.

Nobody knows what afterlife is, like.

We will be Kings and Queens,

Saving the world from harm,

Nobody knows, because we are still living/

Still breathing.

But when I do disappear in the dust,

Leaving who I am.

Behind

I will be an angel,

Made of titanium and can’t be shattered to glass.

We will fade, but not entirely,

Because I’m going to be an angel.

Made of silver glass.

We can’t be broken.

New Book what i'm working on.

 

The sun was peaking over the hill, letting the sunlight greet her with a slight kiss on her candy red lips. Her eyes open at first they are blurry, carefully adjusting to the light, as it cascades in from the red curtains She turns over, making the silk sheets move, by kicking her feet before waking up and going throughout the day. She stretches her arms, as if they were wings of an imaginary airplane, setting off for a ride over the coast of Wilmington Mississippi. Walking silently to the edge of her balcony, trying not to wake her mother and father to who were still in their slumber. As the wind brushes her face, she steps out still in overnight attire, a pair of plaid red and pink bottoms with a blue short-sleeved top that was bought in a local Boutique, with the worlds Love life printed on the front, with tan house shoes to finish.

          It was so nice just to sit out, taking in the marvelous views of the Wilmington skylines as they glide by. It was in many ways picturesque. After enjoying the sun, she steps back in. silently closing the balcony doors behind her, with a slightly loud thud, enough to make her jump. Her schoolbag sits by the entrance door to her paradise like room. Being that it was the first day of her high school life, she was nervous, and it showed in her clothes selection for the upcoming school day. Her closet was alphabetized in  alphabetical order by colors, a mirror sits on the far left corner of the Hollywood themed closet. She had to pack her lunch, because the housekeeper and butler still in bed. She glanced at the oven clock displaying 6;00 A.M. Having to be out the door in thirty five minutes, time was of the essence. Sitting at the breakfast bar, quickly scrambling for something to eat. Carrel in the pantry is what she grabs to save time.  Eating fast, like lightening, she gets up, puts the glass bowl in the sink, writes a note to her parents and goes. Mom and dad, going to school early, trying my best not to hit traffic: See you later! She leaves it in the silver countertop, she heads for the door. The door to the front entrance closing, taking out the keys to the car, she unlocks it, with the press of a button.

The car roars like a lion and she steps in, pulling the car in drives she heads off to school. A anxious feeling comes over her, could it be butterflies in her stomach, she doesn’t know. The school she will call home is fifteen minutes, if you’re going by car, and ten minutes by bus. Showing off her skills at parallel parking she parks it in the lot reserved for students. Getting her schedule out  of her designer Verruca Andrews handbag bringing it in with her and she closes the door, and locked the 2013 Chevy Verse, her mom  and dad got her for her birthday the month before. Shaking she  strolls in, heading to the front desk, a tan boy is sitting sorting through a mountain of papers, he looks about nineteen with eyes like blue crystal. He looks up, and smiles “ Welcome to Wilmington Mississippi, how may I assist you” He says making eye contact. “ What’s your name?” He says, seeing that I’m nervous. “I.. I am Lauren” stuttering. “Well nice to you Lauren, did you just move here?” She paused, “about a week ago, from New Orleans” she said fidgeting. “ My name’s Travis, welcome adored” He stated, his hand awaiting her touch, meeting. She mutters “Nice to meet you, what time does the bell ring? She mutters quietly looking at her schedule, “ Fifteen more minutes, you came early for your first day, you always this early?” she looks up “ Yes I am, I like to be the first one here, my parents taught me to be punctual”

 

 

Hello New Surroundings

Today was the start, of a new semester and with that being said i as well all the students at my school got new schedules. Goodbye Old surrounding, hello new.

Sorrows Of The Mind

I am drowning,
all my sorrows
of the mind,
starting fresh,
today.

Yesterday's memories,

I remember you in your greatest days,
ever lived. But now you're in Gods light.
Shining, glistening in the delight.
Oh how i miss you, now.
Remembering you in your greatest days.
Yesterday's memories, are of you glistening in Gods
delight.

One Hand At A Time

A few months ago, my school started helping the orphans in Romanian the money we raised would provide food, clothing and money for therapy for this boy that we sponsor.  His name is Florin a disabled child living in the orphanage.  Within the photographs, Romanian isn’t as normal as you think families, cooking they’re foods outdoors with what seemed to look like gas stoves, and keeping the food warn using huts like kitchens.  Sleeping in one room, up to six to four people on a bed. Today my classmates and I got the chance to see what he’s like, how sweet is.

The Wishful Star.

I would like to make a wish,
a wish that i've kept but never said.
Demons, i want you gone,
vanished just like thin oxygen.
You have detroyed my past,
future and preasent.
How will you learn,
do i have to spell it out.
I could do that i suppose,
in my own red iron blood.
This space is not here for you to invade,
it's not mint to be trustpassed.
it's my lie, and not your little chess game.
Your voice haunts me, my palms soaked in cold sweat.
My life is no haunted house, it's certainly not a show.
For you and you fascination.
I dream.
i am your slave,
So dear wishful star,
please chase the demons away.

The Dreamscape Of hearts

The Dreamscape Of Hearts

 

As I look into the depths of the ocean,

I picture broken hearts filling the dreamscape.

Colors of red, bleed through the ocean.

As if you were drawing a picture,

The painter strokes the colors.

Making them collide, as if two souls

Meeting at first glance.

In her mind she pictures a place,

Where hearts can never mend.

Always breaking, into fragile pieces.

Unbreakable.,

Clear blue oceans, a sky filled

With red hearts, as they slowly fall.

 

 

 

 

New Years Eve Travels

Yesterday was bittersweet for me, because i was leaving thev coziness of my loved ones house. You can imagine the roads, they still had ice on them considering all the snow that we had this Christmas. But i didn't mind, due to the warmth of the aircondictioning.