Writer's Block

Crumpled up papers
overflowing the trash can.

The smell of stale coffee,
and the sound of silence
echoing trials and errors.

Pens out of ink,
scattered ideas on scattered papers.

Brainstorming
for that one idea to come to mind.

An aroma of whiteout and takeout,
overpowering.

Searching for something
inspiring,
to break down these walls.

Writer's block.

Life

Everything is easier said
than done.

And people
come and go.

Day turns to night,
seasons change,

and time continues on forever.

Each day you grow older,
each day your death is getting closer.

And saying goodbye
is getting harder.

Memories reply in dreams,
and others fade.

Life goes in a circle,
until your'e reborn again,

in a better life,
in heaven.

Into the Deep

I watched it sink,
just like my heart
into the deep.

screaming and crumbling,
sending wakes across the ocean.

God sank the ship.

Indestructible and beautiful,
proved nothing more
than a fairy tale.

It will never make it home.

Forever perserved
in a pool of ice,
of another kind of world.

Haunted by the imprints
of trapt souls,
and the survivors will return.

And the only thing that remains,
is a heart of diamonds.

A heart of cold
sparkling and glitzening,
at the bottom.

The heart of the sunken ship.

The Road

I stumbled off the path
as it headed in the wrong dirrection.

Not knowing which way to go,
notknowing where I would end up.

But as new doors opened,
I slamed that one shut,
never to look back again.

Too many bumps inthe road,
and it wasn't what I wanted or expected
life to be.

So I turned around
with no regrets,

just lessons and memories.

We're Like Flowers, No More Like Weeds...

Cori Rose smiles at the sun, as the waves pour around her feet, burring them in the sand. She looks down and imagines herself as a flower. She lets out an akward and loud laugh, and covers her mouth in embarrassment, and looks around to see if anyone else noticed. No they haden't, she was safe.

The waves poured around her feet again, burring her feet deeper in the sand. Cori imagined humans as flowers, but then brushed away the thoguht, and said to herself, "No, we're more like weeds."

Cori was so lost in her thought, that she didn't notice the little boy in front of her. the little boy just stood there, glaring at her puzzeled. He finally picked up the courage and said, "HEY GIRL!" Cori snapped out of her trance and looked down at the little boy. "You're in my way," the little boy pointed at the mote that he was building for his sand castle. Cori moved out of his way, as she glanced at the footprints that followed behind her. She thought to herself, "that's what we do, we leave foot prints."

The waves again, washed acros the shore and washed them away. "The earth seems to always clean up our mess, always cleaning up behind us." She frowned and crossed her arms, "One day, the earth won't be able to keep up." The little boy in the distance yelled in the background, "I DID IT!"

The water filled the mote around his castle, and his smile streched from ear to ear. His castle, like our creations, towered over its' surroundings. His castle, is like our past, is like a piece of history that will be washed away and long forgotten.

Cori thought, "Am I like the castle?"

The Last Time I Could Breathe

I sat on the couch in the dark, as I ate popcorn while watching a scary movie. The lead man stood behind a door, as the alien creeped down the hallway. It didn't show the alien, but I kept my pillow close by just in case. The lead man began comtemplating whether or not to call the police, as he woke up the rest of the household. I thought to myself, "Oh no, good guys never win, the aliens are going to suck his brains out."

the lead guy loaded a gun to keep by his bedside, even though everyone knows you can't shoot an alien. "Ah men, thinking that shooting everythingwill solve all of their problems," I laughed. The alien returned, and without knowing, its' face flashed across the screen. I jumped, spilling the bowl of popcorn as I grabbed for my pillow and cowarded behind it. "Oh great, now I'm deffinately going to have nightmares!"

Because of the lead guy's physical prowess, the stupid idiot went looking for it. There was no logical bone in this guy's body! Everyone knows what happens when you go looking for aliens, you get abducted, or something bad happens.

The lead man began questioning his spirituality, as he continued his search, but he turned up empty handed. "Uh, this movie is so cliche'-aaaaayyyy!" I began to scream as the alien poped out of nowhere. I jumped off the couch, and ran into my bedroom and locked the door, still screaming. I finally got the courage to go back to the living room. By that time, the lead guy had saved the day, and the military had showed up and took care of everything, and everyone lives happily ever after, the end.

I turned off the T.V., and threw the remote onto the couch. "That movie wasn't very creative or oringinal, yet I'm still scared," I laughed to myself as the doorbell rang, "I wonder who that can be?" I opened the door as my intellectual thoughts told me not to, and to my surprise... that's the last time I could breathe...

In Secret

You spilt your heart out
to me in confidence,

tears streaming
across your pretty little face.

You can't take it anymore.

All the fake smiles,
it was all just a show.

In secret
you're fighting to pick up the pieces,

to get back up,
and try again.

You try to hold back your tears,
but they keep on streaming.

And no matter how rough you have it,
you just can't stop hoping,

that thing's will change.

And no matter how rough
you have it,
you keep on dreaming.

And no matter how many times
life knocks you down,
you keep on trying.

Because you belive
that it will be worth it.

In secret,

you're still wondering
if your wishes made on those
shooting stars
will ever come true.

You're still wishing
dispite what people tell you.

In secret.

Baby Steps

It begins with baby steps,
and lots of trials and errors.

Little footprints
that pave the road.

Imagination
that guides you,

dreams
that inspire you.

It begins with practice,
and lots of late nights.

Mapping your journey,
that makes you who you are.

Dtermination
that motivates you,

hope
that drives you,

to who you are now.

And to think it only began
with baby steps.

Ninja Duck on the Attack!

I remember feeding ducks at Jacobson Park when I was five. I was so esstatic, it was going to be my first time feeding the ducks all by myself like a big girl. My mommy handed me the bag of bread, and I reached in for a slice. I yelled, "Here ducky!" I held out the slice of bread as a ducky ran towards me. I grew excited, as the ducky started eating from my hand. However, no one told me to throw the bread on the ground. So. as the ducky went to take a bite of the bread, it bit my hand. The first bite didn't hurt, so I laughed. I said, "Look mommy!" as she cried, "No Courtney!" As the ducky took another bite, it was harder, and so I began to cry. It was exactly like the video, "Ouch! Charlie bit me!" So I ran, terrified of the ducky. But as I ran for my life, I still had the bag of bread in my hands. The ducky chased after me, a ninja duck on the attack! And I have not fed ducks ever since.

Breakfast Line Hero (A Difficult Decision)

There I stood in line, counting, as one by one cut in line. And did anyone bother to say anything? No! Of course they didn't. I'm trying not to be stereotypical or anything, it's only a simple observation. All these guys and girls that were trying to be "Thug" or "Gangsta" or "Wangsta", would take one look at the line and go, "I ain't waitin' in no long line. They be straight up trippin'." (Even though the line is only 15 people long.) And would look for their "Homies" or "Bros", and once they located them near the front of the line, they would shout, "Hey yo, wassup?" And would do some secret handshake, and would then cut as they worked their way towards the front. Yet no one says a word. I have to wait in this line to get my food just like everyone else. I don't know what makes them all special, but because they cut line I have to wait even longer. Someone needs to tell them to take their ass to the back of the line. But no, everyone keeps quiet, no matter if they feel the same way I do. No one has the courageto be a breakfast line hero. They just wear their angry grins, and let them get away with it. I don't care if it will cause a scene, I will be that breakfast line hero! Well... Maybe tommorrow... I just don't feel like it today...