i'm really shocked at how much high school truly has changed my life. people told me that it would switch things up a bit, but i didn't expect it to be this much. some of my best friends from middle school i barely even talk to anymore. i've noticed that boyfriends are becoming first priority over friends - so long "chicks before dicks" - and that the standards for staying in a certain clique have become higher than ever. you have to look like this this and this, and you have to do this this and this, you need to be this this and this. getting into one of the exclusives social circles is the easy part; it's staying in that's the hardest. have you ever noticed how when you're in a certain group of friends, there are always little dramatics going on in between the members of the group? there's always a conflict between two or three people, be it about boys or school or family or events, anything. if they can find something to fight about, they will.

so yeah, moral of the story is that high school changes everything. (:

it's time for us to take a chance.

I'm a dreamer, I always have been, I always will be.
I wonder what it'd be like to be able to stop time at the snap of a finger.
You close your eyes and count to three.
Grab someone's hand because it's no fun if you're alone.
And then, it's silence.
The only two people that are alive are you, and whoever has the hand that you grabbed.
The rest of the world is frozen, completely frozen.
You've stopped time, so in turn, you've stopped all of your humanly desires.
You don't need to breathe, you don't need to eat or sleep.
Endless possibilities await you.
You can walk on water and swiftly glide through glass.
What will you do? You have all the time in the world.
A walk to the other side of the planet is just a brisk stroll across a park.
Everyone in the world is frozen, mid-action.
A man putting his daughter to bed, a husband about to hit his wife.
A couple holding hands while walking through a park, high school students bustling through the hallways.
The things you'll see, the places you could go.
Time completely stopped; to everyone else, nothing has happened.
Everything is the same as it's always been, yet everything is different.
You have all the time to look at detail, to study things as closely as you'd like to.


I wish things in real life were the same as they are in my mind; the world would be such a happy place. (:

i just want to see the sun again.

the boom
boom
boom
of my heart when i first saw you
was identical to the thunder
outside my window

my eyes flashed like lightning
when you looked into them
yours were like the darkest clouds
i should’ve known it was wrong

you made the rain fall every day
harder and harder onto my open arms
arms waiting for you to embrace them
arms remaining empty
until i let them fall
to my sides

the anger rumbled up inside me
it swelled and grew
like a storm brewing
in a dark night sky

the storm that is our love
has long since left you
yet it stays with me
hovering
like an unwanted cloud

i just want to see the sun again
to get rid of the cloud
that is a burden on my life
i want to live without being afraid
of the rain that you’ve made me fear so much now
i want to walk out my door
without my umbrella
and feel the sunlight on my face
you’re the only one
who can take away the cloud
love me back, that’s all i ask
i just want to see the sun again

here i go, scream my lungs out and try to get to you.

the inner ten year old in me kicks into high gear when i daydream and find myself doodling his name on my math homework. i furiously erase it from the paper, only to find that while i can remove something from my sight, nothing can be erased from my head. his voice rings in my head, echoing around like a choir in an empty sanctuary, forever bouncing off the walls. when i close my eyes, all i see are his staring back at me. even in the pure darkness of my mind’s eye, i still see the chocolate brown eyes in crystal clear detail. i long for the moments when our faces are inches apart, when our lips are just that close to touching, when i see his soul and he sees mine. i’m desperate for the times when our hands brush and then, as if magnetically pulled, clash together and it’s hard for me to let go. i remember slow dancing in a dark lit room to a song i can’t stand to listen to anymore; it reminds me too much of you. it’s funny how when i’m around you, you’re the only face i see, the only scent i smell, yours is the only hand i want to hold. it’s ironic how the one boy i’ve ever legitimately liked, liked me back. i remember the phone call at eleven thirty, i was just crawling into bed when my phone started to vibrate. seeing your name on the caller id gave me a feeling of comfort; now all it would bring is sorrow. i remember the tension in your voice that made my stomach twist and contort until i felt nauteous. i only remember little cutouts of your sentences…“only friends…you’re really cool…not right now.” i only vaguely remember the bull---- that spewed out of your mouth that night, but i do remember how much i didn’t buy it, how i knew it was wrong, all wrong.

my back still gets hot and prickly whenever i see you. my palms begin to sweat and i find myself staring at my feet. when i dare to look at your eyes, sometimes you’re looking back, other times you’re staring at your feet too. does that mean anything? does it mean you get nervous too? all i’m doing is messing with my mind. i only wish you got nervous around me too, i only wish you wanted me just as much as i want you. and it’s funny, i’ve been wishing more than usual lately. i wish on everything; on pennies that are heads up, eyelashes on my cheeks, when i drive through a tunnel, on 11:11 and 3:33. however, it seems that my efforts have gotten me nowhere. 

this isn't done yet. 

Love is a thunderstorm.

Love is a thunderstorm; sometimes you can feel it coming, other times it comes out of the blue. 

Sometimes the storm will stay for only a second, other times it will stay for what seems like forever.

The storm can be harmonious with thunder and lightning and raindrops falling in synchronicity; but there are times when it's impulsive and random and unexpected...and beautiful.

Sometimes the storm will gradually fade out, getting smaller and smaller until there's only sun. Other times the storm will just stop, leaving us confused and wondering where the storm went all of a sudden.

If we're lucky the storm will leave a rainbow for us to remember it by. Other times all it leaves is black clouds looming above our heads.

Then there are the lucky storms that we only come across once in a lifetime that keep raining down, pouring water onto our interlaced hands, the tears of the sky shed upon our heads. These storms are rare, cherish every moment of them. The one storm of love that never ceases is the only one we'll ever need.

Poetry Critique

The Bait - John Donne

Come live with me and be my love,
And we will some new pleasures prove,
Of golden sands and crystal brooks,
With silken lines and silver hooks.

There will the river whispering run,
Warmed by thine eyes more than the sun.
And there the enamored fish will stay,
Begging themselves they may betray.

When thou wilt swim in that live bath,
Each fish, which every channel hath,
Will amorously to thee swim,
Gladder to catch thee, than thou him.I

f thou, to be so seen, beest loath,
By sun or moon, thou darkenest both;
And if myself have leave to see,
I need not their light, having thee.

Let others freeze with angling reeds,
And cut their legs with shells and weeds,
Or treacherously poor fish beset
With strangling snare or windowy net.

Let coarse bold hands from slimy nest
The bedded fish in banks out-wrest,
Or curious traitors, sleave-silk flies,
Bewitch poor fishes’ wandering eyes.

For thee, thou needest no such deceit,
For thou thyself art thine own bait;
That fish that is not catched thereby,
Alas, is wiser far than I.


http://www.poetry.com/lovepoems/lovepoem.asp?id=104

The badsic theme of the poem is the author saying how much they need their love. The author talks about how they can't live without them and how amazing they are. The author uses a lot of simile and metaphor to show how amazingly they view the subject of the poem. They use lots of relations to the sun and other beautiful aspects of nature.