Collector

I like collecting masquerade masks  and i have a lot of them hanging all over my wall.

15 ...

I wish i could do my 15 again  just so i could actually have the video with me and my dad dancing and my only regret at my 15 is having fallen asleep  so early  but i was so tired because i got up very early and i had to get my back yard ready.

My 2nd Obsession

I like to play the Sims social on Facebook allot and the one thing i like to do the most is rearrange my home a lot ...

Cute

She is so cute.  My mother found her underneath the house, and we have taken care of her ever since.  We named her Camila. She is bigger now but i don't have any current photos.

Dance Team

My junior year was my best because i made tryouts for the dance team.


Then I tried out for captain and i couldn't handle the pressure so i quit the team.  Biggest mistake i have ever made, but i still made the picture.

Art and Crafts

I like to do these in my spare time ... it helps me clear my mind


       

Obsessed

 My latest obsession is buying jewelry and giving it a place on my shelves.  I don't always wear my  jewelry though.

What I watch on TV

I can't live without these shows.

Monday:

• Bones
• House

Tuesday:

• NCIS
• Body of proof

Wednesday:

• CSI
• Criminal Minds

Thursday:

• Person of Interest
• Grey's Anatomy

Friday:

• CSI: NY

Sunday:

• Army Wives

Soon

So i am currently working on a poem i have titled it, "Love Letter" i hope i am done with it to post it up next week.

All Out

I am all out of poem for now but i will eventually post one up ... when I've written one.  Soon I hope.  Although i am not sure what to write my next one about.  I NEED IDEAS ... OR AT LEAST A TOPIC .

The Cold Truth ... (5)

This poem is based in a teacher from high school ... he is no longer in room 105 but that is what really thought about.  He was upset for a while but then he wrote a poem in response in which he stated he saw DEATH in my eyes.  Its a shame that i don't have a copy of that response.

                                The Cold Truth

Every day I walk into room 105,

And I feel like taking a dive.

Jump … right into hell,

Should I waste my time and dwell.

For this teacher has nothing to teach,

Except maybe put on a good speech

He has only wasted my time,

I don’t feel like I’ve made a climb.

Such a pathetic and boring year,

He looks like he’s filled with fear.

50 minutes of my day have been wasted,

Where I feel like I’ve been asphyxiated.

I don’t know how much more I can take,

And yet I feel like he’s such a fake.

Who is just trying to blend in,

Though he’s never going to fit in.

Why waste our time trying,

When you should be in a corner crying.

I hope you know you’ve been unsuccessful,

For you have made everything more stressful.

You try so hard to seem cool,

But you only make yourself seem like a fool.

You should really take off that mask,

And really accomplish your task.

Should you really be teaching?

When nobodies listening.

To what you have to say,

I know they all don’t want to stay.

You very well know that they all have eyes,

And that they can see right past your lies.

So how is it that you’re still standing?

When, you should really be falling.

Hope you don’t ask for forgiveness,

For it would be pointless.

Don’t waste your time and pretend to care,

For every minute I feel like I’m losing air.

Every second standing, sitting, breathing in this room,

I feel like I’m losing my freedom.

Not sure what I’m supposed to gain,

All you’re doing is bringing us down like a chain.

So just tell me whose winning,

Because I feel like I’m losing.

Gaining nothing from your lessons,

It seems like you need to make some confessions.

Obviously you’re the one I blame,

For you see our education as a game.

Well … that’s all that I have to say …

Sin or Virtue ... (4)

This  one is pretty obvious I wrote this one because i was interested in figuring out the seven deadly sins and the seven heavenly virtues;
                                                 
                                Sin or Virtue

This world is too blind to see

That we will never be set free

Obviously you’re still living in your dreams

Where your life has just been ripped at the seams

This world defined by one’s sin

One must know we may never win

Of course being all so full of pride

Which is how your ego became so wide

Although many will dream of lust

Though many see it as cruel and unjust

Many trapped in their own little box of envy

This can become extremely deadly

Others bottled up in their own wrath

And never chose the correct path

Many drown themselves in gluttony

While others choose to live in agony

Countless victims suffer from greed

Many of which don’t know a good deed

Others choose to become a sloth

But at this point its better it become an oath

To others it is defined by virtue

This is something one must pursue

One’s first virtue must be humility

To be free and live in pure tranquility

Numerous people live by Chastity

And for those it’s a necessity

Others choose kindness

Rather than cruelness

But there is also patience

And others suffer from impatience

Another virtue would be temperance

It’s more or less one’s preference

Not enough people give to charity

Though it’s really a great way to show your generosity

Not very many people live by diligence

Where many should strive for excellence

So what do you live by sin or virtue.

Untold Secret ... (3)

Here is the third poem that i wrote ... and no i have hidden secrets myself  i guess that i was just in a secretive mood:

Untold Secret

Some things are better left unsaid,

Told only to those who are dead.

But what if this secret must be told,

Which really needs to be put in bold.

So what if I choose to die,

Instead of telling this world a lie.

Instead I’ll take it to the grave,

Or rather to a deep and dark cave.

To keep away from the spotlight,

I’d prefer to walk the night.

Because it contains every one of my sinister thoughts,

Many which have been forethoughts.

Still, I wonder what this secret is worth,

Given the fact that I’m still on earth.

But what if I choose to tell the world,

What will happen then?

Untitled ... (6)

So in the spirit of a late valentine's day here is my sixth poem which is just about the some what of the sweetest thing that i have written. Well its not exactly much of a love poem its more of a break up poem. In no relation to me what so ever due to the fact that i have NEVER had a boyfriend shocker i know right. I am oh so sweet, (me sweet yeah right).  Well here it is ... anyways who said valentines day is all about LOVE, break ups happen to those are just not mentioned ... any ideas for a title???

                                       ?

I used to feel so pretty and pink,

Like we were this very close link.

When I was with you I felt so free,

Almost like we were meant to be.

But something drove us apart,

Not sure what made us part.

I was so sure I was in love,

We fit together like a glove,

So where did we go wrong.

For it only lasted a year long.

I dreamt and dreamt that it would last.

Now it’s just a part of my past.

Hoping that with time things would change,

After that things felt so strange.

Confused with what I had done.

I just couldn’t tell myself you were gone.

After you left I felt so betrayed,

People thought I needed to be saved.

But all I needed was time to see,

That this I could not foresee,

Nevertheless you will be replaced.

The Dream ... (2)

What can i say i got really inspired to write poetry second semester junior year.  This is the second poem that i wrote and i believe that it is also the poem that i put at the end of my portfolio. What i wrote for my cover letter was not a lie i just didn't put the poem that i was originally working on because it wasn't done so i put something that was complete. Because for me my poems have to have an ending that make sense at least to me    i really don't care if my poems  make sense to YOU or not because their mine.  Here is the poem .. the second:

                                                    The Dream

What if one day I were to wake up,

And see that the sand in the hourglass is almost up,

And soon time will end my life.

But what about the afterlife,

Will there be anyone waiting for me there,

Or am I just having a nightmare?

Should I remain asleep to see where this dream takes me?

Maybe it will set me free.

I can’t help to feel that this is all a test

That I will very much detest.

But I don’t have a say,

Then again I don’t even want to stay.

There’s not much I can do for myself,

Yet it has to be done by oneself.

But what is it that one must figure out?

If one is filled with so much doubt.

One will never find the answers to one’s dreams.

So if you wake up in screams,

Just know you’ve awakened back up to reality.

My First ... Who's Left ...(1)

I started writing poetry in high school (junior year) and this is the very first poem that i ever wrote. It doesn't relate to me in any way. I just wrote it and it was also kind of an assignment. 

                                                                         Who's Left

They say that life should be well spent,

But what if there’s a dent

That we can’t unbend.

Feeling like I’m all alone,

As well as unknown.

Living in such a barren world.

My head, stuck in an unstopping whirl.

Life has nothing for me,

So where should I be?

Feeling unwanted, even at a masquerade.

Even at a parade.

People fighting everywhere.

I ask myself, “should I be there”?

Or with the ones who care,

But who would dare to care about one

Who has nothing left to feel,

Only left to deal

With other people’s pain

Attached to a never ending chain. 

So what is there left to do,

With this world so blue?

What should I try?

Should I even cry?

But what would be the point,

If only to disappoint.

I feel the need to be set free,

But there is no one there for me.

Am I even supposed to be here?

Filled with so much fear?

I feel the need to fly,

But I’d rather stay to clarify,

What it is that must be done.

Am I the one,

Who has to stay?

Behind and find a way

To fix this mess,

Or is it less

That I must do in life.