Although filled with stormy grey clouds, the sky was still lonely. It cried its rains relentlessly and endlessly. The grief-stricken downpour drenched the beautiful green background that were the trees and flowers, which were already hardly visible with the fog. Walking in white shoes through the muddy, boggy terrain, looking down to avoid getting the sky’s tears in my own. I followed no thing but hope. Hope was the only thing to follow. Blindly walking, sightlessly looking, senselessly following, foolishly hoping. As the time passed the storm grew thicker, darker, and louder. It was all sorrowful, desolate, spiritless, broken, and dejected. The otherwise beautiful scenery was made dark, alone and obscured.
And all of this was the inside of my soul.
The window didn’t close. No matter how hard everyone tried to close it, it wouldn’t budge. My mom said she liked it open. Because she can see the place where she was going. It made my dad want to close it even more. I looked out the window and saw the city below and the beautiful blue sky above. The breeze softly sounded through and carried the busy city echoes into the tiny hospital room. This hospital room was all I knew now. We were always here. It was like we never left. My mom shivered and I adjusted the thin film of cloth around her as well as the blanket we had brought her from home. She was pale She was weak She was small She wasn’t like this before My mom smiled at me and smiled she said, “ I love you” and turned to my brothers and said the same thing and to my dad too We left when she fell asleep. Telling her we loved her too. We were out of the hospital when a doctor rushed to us and said something to my dad then suddenly we were running back inside. The hospital room window was closed. That was the first thing I noticed. Then I saw my mom lifeless on the bed. She had closed the window when she left…
My mother she is dead Died lying in bed My dad now is gone When will he be back? My brothers don’t know what to do My friends are all quiet around me I cut myself off for a time But now I’m trying to be me again My life isn’t the same no more I don’t know why it had to change But my mother is dead And my dad is gone
I love heights but abseil down a building? When did this dude even come up with this? “It’ll be a memory”, he said. “Don’t you think that’s a bit extreme?”, I asked him. “I thought you loved heights?” This dude is not teasing me right now…. “Yeah, but like roller coasters and hiking, not this!” “It’s almost the same thing” This guy lost his marbles. “No way” “I already bought the tickets” “What? Why would you do that?” “C’mon, Rachel. It’ll be fun” “I seriously doubt that” “Live a little” What did this man just say to me!? I literally went with him on a shark dive last week! He must’ve seen the look on my face because his face changed. “Alright fine, we could do something else,” he said. “No. Let’s do it. But you have to promise me something.” “Anything” “You better marry me if we freaking survive,” I say. He smiled at me. “Anything.”
Based on a true story except that it was skydiving not abseiling a building. He proposed on one of those Las Vegas VIP helicopter flights. They are the most extreme adrenaline junkies I know. Shout out to my aunt and uncle. Not my aunt’s real name. Don’t worry.
The time has come once more The pure white from the sky has poured Covering the ground to create illusions Ones of timeless creations
The pure white from the sky has poured Every corner is filled and memories flow Ones of timeless creations Filling each with pride
Every corner is filled and memories flow Remember the times of old Filled each with pride Never forgetting the prideful days of past
She’s been looking at him for so long She thought he’d be the only one But at her breaking point someone else took the lead The boy she thought was her main lead fell behind her in way of someone new Someone who asked for her name and smiled and made her feel seen She looked back to see the boy behind her, not seeming to give her a second glance He became her boy of yesterday to make way for this new person of today. This person of today made her smile and feel warm This new person made her feel she was no longer in harm The boy of today made her feel so many good feelings But still she couldn’t help to wonder what will happen tomorrow
P.S. it’s not a poem…. Enjoy…..
I stood there frozen, not one idea what to do. I was trying to decide if I should regret what I had just done or not. He was standing right in front of me, his eyes piercing me, as if he was searching for something within me. His brown hair was swept to the right, he stood straight and still, his face not giving away any of the thoughts inside his head. He was so quiet that it took all my willpower not to burst into tears and start to run. Every second of silence that passed made it harder and harder to breathe. I was starting to wish I hadn’t told him; I wish I hadn’t told him that I had liked him for years, that I liked the way he smiled at me and called my name, that I loved the way he was loving to his family, that I liked the way that he treated everyone with respect even if he didn’t like them. Looking at his blank expression, I was starting to regret everything. Why wasn’t he saying anything? Just as I was about to give in and start crying, he smiled. He smiled! I blinked and he chuckled. My hammering heart suddenly felt nonexistent. I shakingly returned his smile and began to laugh. The tears going down my face were different than the ones that were going to go down before. He stepped closer to me and took me into his arms. He smelled good and felt so warm. I took a deep breath and slowly wrapped my arms around him to return his embrace. And as soon as I did…. I shot straight up to sit up, gasping as I did. I glanced at my clock….2:17A.M. I sighed and laid back down. It took awhile to go back to sleep.
So much has changed and we are all older We like to act as if our lives aren’t shorter So much is different but it just feels like the times The times of comfort, pain, love, and hate. Lemonade of limes We act as if we know where are lives are going to go But we will soon meet reality and feel low Still, in the present we don’t think That reality is a bout that will always sink So here is to us as we sail through Through this new chapter, bold and new Here’s to us planning a hopeful future One as pretty as a picture Just for now let us smell the roses Unknowing of the thorns waiting in poses Keep our waters quiet and calm The breeze sounding out a perfect psalm Keep the boat steady so we don’t yet drown The moment of struggle is a future frown But for now we sail adrift and away Pretending we know the way Let our young minds remain hopeful once more Before we have to meet reality waiting by the door
Dramatic groan “Angela, why are you still laying on the couch. Grab your things and let’s go!” “No! I’m staying! There is no way I am going to go to this stupid camping trip!” “Now Angela!” Angela rolled her eyes and sighed as loudly as possible. This stupid camping trip was not something she wanted to do. Dirt, mud, sleeping on the ground, no decent bathrooms, and no wifi! No thank you! She dragged her backpack all the way to the car and crawled all the way to the back, raising the volume on her AirPods so that she wouldn’t hear her parents telling her how “fun” this was going to be. The drive there was horrible. Bumpy and too many turns, and when the four hour drive was over, Angela wanted nothing more than to get out of the car. “Oh, Angela, isn’t this beautiful?” “It’s just a bunch of trees and dirt.” Angela heard a sigh behind her but ignored it and proceeded to go further into the forest to stretch her legs. She heard a river nearby and decided to go check it out, it was better than going back to the sorry excuse of a tent her parents had borrowed from one of their friends. As she walked towards the sounds, something about the aesthetic of it all made her feel at peace. The sounds of rushing water mixed with the quiet sounds that only nature can provide and the fresh air kissing her skin made Angela feel calm and serene. Reaching the river, Angela breathed in the fresh water and sat down in a log near the rushing water. She didn’t realize how much time had passed until sunlight began touching the leaves and the water so that they would glow and sparkle. Angela was mesmerized by the way the sunlight danced around with the water and how the breeze whispered away her frustration. When her parents finally called her back they told her they were willing to go back if she truly did not want to stay. “No, it’s ok, we can stay. Thanks for bringing me. It’s beautiful.”
