Breaking Point.

My hearts been beaten and bruised, it's torn and weak. I've had people see right through me and act like I wasn't there. Had people used me and walk all over, treating me like dirt. I've never been the one to complain, but soon I won't be able to handle it. I'm silently screaming and no one can hear me or shut me out. It's as if it doesn't stop my heart will bend too much and shatter completly. That's when I reach my breaking point.

I'm Yours

I've never really been sure of when I started to doubt things. I guess you can call me a big spectic these days. Like the whole thing about how God made the planet in a couple of days or the Big Bang theory. Believing if their is a big guy named God in the sky or the theory of Gaia and how it claims Earth is a single, self-regulating organism. Whether love exists or if it's hormones causing the brain to devolop such feelings. Sometimes I wonder how sadness, anger, greed, lust, happiness, etc. can co-exist in a single human being without causing them to go insane with confusion. How a person could want to cry yet smile at the same time. How something so beautiful can exist in something so plain. Sometimes I think I ask too many questions, want too many answers. I guess I'll never get these answers because I'm coming to realize lately, that I can't get these answers from my parents or my teachers or my friends. That I'm the only person that can answer this questions, the only one that can ease my curious soul.



"If there's one thing I've learned about people, it's that many will do anything, anything not to die. And they'll do anything to keep from living their life." -- Tuck Everlasting






I've been spendin' way too long checkin' my tongue in the mirror
and bendin' over backwards just to try to see it clearer
But my breath fogged up the glass
and so I drew a new face and I laughed
I guess what I'd be sayin' is there ain't no better reason
to rid yourself of vanities and just go with the seasons
it's what we aim to do
our name is our virtue
But I won't hesitate no more,
no more it cannot wait
I'm yours
Well open up your mind and see like me
open up your plans and damn you're free
look into your heart and you will find that the sky is yours
--Jason Mraz<3

The Way She Feels

She bared these scars for many reasons. For her family, for her friends, for every mean word said, every accusion, for love. It became an addiction to her. To run home and find that point, to skim it across the surface, that flush of pink and sea of red. She thought it was the only thing she had contro over. But she didn't.. Then he saved her. Taught her how to love and to see though the pain. Showed her to sya how she felt. He would still there silently as she cried on the phone wanting to take out that little blade. What he'd never know is he taught her how to stop.
He Wrote
Love On
Her Arms
A true story written to support:
To Write Love On Her Arms


Shes upset,
Bad day.
Heads for the dresser drawer to,
Drive her pain away.
Nothing good can come of this.
She opens it theres nothing there
Is only left over tears.
Mom and dad had no right she screams,
As the anger runs down both of her cheeks.
Then she closed her eyes,
And found relief in a knife.
The blood flows as she cries,
All alone the way she feels.
Left alone to deal with all the pain-drenched sorrow relief,
Bite the lip just forget the bleeding.
Then she closed her eyes,
And found relief in a knife.
The blood flows as she cries.
Curled up shes on the floor,
Relief left her she had hoped for something more,
From it, hoped for something more, From it.
He leans down to comfort her,
She is weeping and He
Wraps His arms around
And around and around and...
The deeper you cut,
The deeper I hurt,
The deeper you cut,
It only gets worse.
Now shes slowly opening...
New eyes...
Then she opened her eyes,
And found relief through His life.
And put down her knives.
Then she opened her life,
And found relief through His eyes,
And put down, She put down her life
-- Between The Trees<3

One Week

So tell me, what is the point? Why do I still hold on to these feelings. Why do I let him silently kill me, while I'm screaming for help in a language no one can understand. What is the point? Why do I let him make me cry? How come when I'm laying in bed at night all I want is to be in his arms mending my broken heart, when he's the one breaking it anyway. Why do I let myself think of you when his arms are around me. Why do i trust you with the most fragile thing I own. My heart.

-- source unknown





Its been one week since you looked at meCocked your head to the side and said Im angry.Five days since you laughed at meSaying get that together come back and see me.Three days since the living roomI realized its all my fault, but couldnt tell youYesterday youd forgiven meBut itll still be two days till I say Im sorry-- Barenaked Ladies<3

Three Cheers For Five Years<3

Because I'm not sure what to say anymore,
Not sure if I have words to express how I feel.
Sometimes it feels like my feet have left the ground,
Like I have no control in what direction I'm in.

And I'm afraid my grip is slipping,
That I'm falling threw the cracks.
So promise to catch me,
And I'll try my best to be true.
Cause baby, I'd only try for you.





I swear that you don't have to go,
I thought we could wait for the fireworks.
I thought we could wait for the snow,
To wash over Georgia and kill the hurt.
I thought I could live in your arms,
And spend every moment I had with you.
Stay up all night with the stars,
Confess all the faith that I had in you.
To late, I'm sure and lonely.
Another night, another dream wasted on you.
Just be here now against me.
You know the words so sing along for me baby.
-- Mayday Parade<3

With A little help from my friends<3

So this week has been very, very, how can you say it.. "Ify". One of those weeks where you can't wait for it to end, you know? This whole week I've been biking for hours on end. It's the only thing I can control, the seat and two wheels under me. Also my friends have really, really have gotten me this week. Where would I be without them, but Creative Writing helps too. It's really fun and we all just laugh and it's good to be able to look forward a little haven where I can just write and not worried about any drama.

What would think if I sang out of tune,
Would you stand up and walk out on me.
Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song,
And I'll try not to sing out of key.
Oh I get by with a little help from my friends,
I get by with a little help from my friends.
Oh I'm gonna try with a little help from my friends.
-The Beatles<3

Angels on the Moon :]

Hello Sunshine :) Well this is my creative writing class blog. I'm 15 years old and a sophmore at South, the best school ever :) I'm kind of smart but sometimes I do things that aren't to brilliant lol. Reading and writing are two of my passions. I've had high reading levels even when I was younger and totally love it. Volleyball is my most intense passion though :) When I play it's a rush I can't live witout. I love love love to play Gutiar Hero, it's the best video game ever. I'm a big movie fanatic and totally love something that can make me laugh. that's all I really do is laugh. I do it almost every minute of the day. Well that's about if for now. I'll be back. "Hasta La Vista, baby" :)





Do you know, that everyday's the first of the rest of your life.
Don't tell me if I'm dying, cause I don't wanna know.
If I can't see the sun, maybe I should go.
Don't wake me cause I'm dreaming, of angels on the moon.
Where everyone you know, never leaves too soon.
This is to one last day in the shadows,
And to know a brother's love.
This is to New York City angels,
And the rivers of our blood.
This is to all of us, to all of us
-- Thriving Ivory<3