Thursday, July 23, 2009


Her soft strawberry blonde hair rested on her delicate shoulders in the park where she waited. Leila, my Leila, was smart girl, strong willed, and her happiness means everything to me; I only wish that she knew that I loved her. My name is Carter, and as I see her eyes light up to see me, I smile with a bouquet of flowers behind my back. I walk up saying, "Hey Leila, you know..." She responds with "Yea? Carter..." it quickly escaped her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, and needed me to finish. "I love you, always have, always will..." I say as I slowly bring out her favorite flowers... lilacs. Leila disregards the flowers, and hands me a note and mumbles goodbye. No louder than a whisper. I look closer at her then, I see the tears. I see the newly opened bottle of sleeping pills... empty. Her eyes go blank, body falls limp. I look at the letter. It says,

"I love you Carter, always have, always will."


Love is the idea that you can't live without them.
That they are the dam to your river...
The life when you're no longer living.
The hopefuls when you're hopeless.
Your loves sew you up,
Or rip you down
In the end.

Wednesday, July 22, 2009


Music can course through your veins in a way that nothing else can. Music provokes emotions, and there is a constant about music, anyone that can hear, enjoys some form. You can sing at the top of your lungs, or you can listen to something as you drift to sleep. Music never stops playing, there is always someone listening or playing some beat, so maybe that is why it’s so beloved. I love the fact that music can just engross me, when I am in my room, just lying around, and I hear a lyric start to play, and I listen. I really and truly listen. The lyrics that play may be so energetic that you can’t help but to get up and dance. They may be so melancholy, that you just want to cry. Whether it is for a mistake made, or hearing how much love there can be in a person. You don’t hear of that love much anymore, which is part of the reason that country music appeals to me so much. It gives me, almost a security blanket… I know what they’re singing about, and it’s nice to be able to pick out every lyric sung. The best feeling in the world, next to being near the people you love, and laughing so hard you cry, is to sing with a huge group of people. People with different backgrounds, different histories, different ranges of being off-key, can join together, and sing… sing like there is no end of the world, but if there is, it’s okay to leave now.

Tuesday, July 21, 2009


I'd forgotten about
closing my eyes,
music blaring loud,
and the ability to listen...
to hear the beating of the drums,
the strums of the guitar,
and to hear those lyrics
and take them to heart.
I'd forgotten about the real reason music existed

I Was a Person (final)

There was no way for you to help.
I always needed you.
I sent all the signs.
Almost begging on my knees.
I was pleading, and changing
In a way you couldn't dream!
I was hoping that one last shout, would change how you see.
I was wrong, that much is evident.
I hoped you could believe in me,
I knew I was not worth your time.
You just were not here…
You ran so many charities,
You helped so many other people!
But the one you forgot was me.
I was past the point of redemption.
Maybe you knew that;
Maybe you immersed yourself in all that good, to make up for all my bad.
I love you.
You loved me…
I was a person.
Before you forgot…

Before you forgot!
I was a person.
You loved me.
I love you…
Maybe you immersed yourself in all that good, to make up for all my bad.
Maybe you knew that
I was past the point of redemption.
But the one you forgot was me…
You helped so many other people;
You ran so many charities…
You just were not here!
I knew I was not worth your time;
I hoped you could believe in me.
I was wrong, that much is evident.
I was hoping that one last shout would change how you see
In a way you couldn't dream…
I was pleading and changing,
Almost begging on my knees,
I sent all the signs!
I always needed you…
There was no way for you to help.

I've hoped more times than you've counted

I've hoped more times than you've counted
wished more than you could hear
I've had these great ideas
unable to force them out of my heart.
I've wanted to say what I could,
but with you looking at me,
I couldn't say it.

Maybe the choked up feeling in my throat,
the never mind mumbled and face going bright
Maybe the realization that I'm not in your eyes
Had me shove down those words
I'm longing to say.

Friday, July 17, 2009

Coming Back

There is something different

Coming back that next year.

You expect all the fun,

Yet you wish that it’d never change.

There always new people,

New experiences and adventures.

But each year, there are less and less.

I can picture the tables I’d walk up to in the morning

The soft green grass, and the big twisting tree.

Each year I have come back to new people,

I have just hoped, that I’ll never lose this place in my heart.

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Writers Block

Right now, I would like to write. I need to know that I can express something well, yet my fingers have typed and typed, and i have come up with nothing worth saving. I know that I have grown up, as a person. But especially in my writing. I don't know what taught me maturity so fast. Was it my friends, maybe family, or was it the fact that i am becoming a sophomore in high school, and freshman year, while fun, teaches you a lot of life lessons really quickly. I am not sure, but at the moment, I want to write. and i want to write well. all i can think of is writing this though. so maybe i will fall asleep now, and in the morning, i'll be able to write for the sake of writing.

I Was a Person

There was no way for you to help
Although I always needed you
You were not here
You ran so many charities,
You helped so many other people
But the one you forgot was me.
I was passed the point of redemption
Maybe you knew that
Maybe you immersed yourself in all that good, to make up for all my bad.
I was a person
Before you forgot

Before you forgot
I was a person
Maybe you immersed yourself in all that good, to make up for all my bad.
Maybe you knew that
I was passed the point of redemption
But the one you forgot was me.
You helped so many other people
You ran so many charities,
You were not here
Although I always needed you
There was no way for you to help.

Being the Cliff

A cool night is being replaced, the sun making its way up the sky, removing those night chills, leaving a warmth blanketing the new day. I feel the water, smooth glass lapping and running though me, long ago I lost the fight against the water. This water dug a grove though me, boats now frequenting a spot that used to be mine; but I cannot fight them and I will not win, I have no control, I just am.

I know that I am beautiful, that my jagged edges were long ago admired. That with the water, I was the rough edge of a smooth surface. Most of all I realized that everyone has placed me with the water, yes we are here, but the water has never been constant. Like many people's experiences here, water is as fleeting as a summer romance.

The sun is now high in the sky, I can feel how dry my rocks are, despite the green rooted in me. The water is particularly cool, the mist spitting against the jagged rocks, leaving a salty smell that I find so endearing.

I remember

I remember
crispy leaves falling apart beneath my feet
smoke in the distance leaving a warm homey feel
the air rushing to me, cold enough that
any drowse i felt disappeared.

I remember
the muted sound of footprints approaching
and the sound of laughter filling the house

I remember
walking inside hearing my name shouted loud
and being greeted with bright eyes, rosy
cheeks and smiles that let you know your loved.

I remember
the soft cotton called snow gently blanketing
the world

I remember the place I love to call home.

You can't choreograph life

"You can't choreograph life.
the kids that made history
look just like you.
curiosity is what you ought to have.
Some pictures are worth a thousand words
others are worth so much more
they inspire you, move you
The proudest moment in America ever had
was to elect a black man
for his policies."

Tuesday, July 14, 2009



To look back, to hold onto

something that you've already left.

Memories are what hold bonds

sometimes stronger than anything else alive.

They allow empathy, but they can

also be so negative. These are

what trigger someone to live

as though they are experiencing

a traumatic moment that never

will seem to end. The problem is

that time never stands still.

If you hide out, chances are

that the world will move on

without you.


they hold together our world,

they keep people alive

without the memories

our world would never

have grown.

Monday, July 13, 2009


There to keep you from too much pain

Forever someone who will remain a friend

Never going to let you ruin your life

Going to keep life a lovely surprise

To understand and be there when you need me

Let you learn from mistakes, but not let you go too far

You are wonderful, never forget that

Go make your life meaningful… I can’t help with everything



The curtain rustles as someone tries to take the tiniest peek into the audience

Laughter and shouting can be heard out there

In here, the is a deafness, a mute on our voices

We jump and giggle and pray that we don’t forget cues

But we are anxious and scared, knowing that what we’ve worked for is here.

Theatre can look easy, with an eye-capturing ease.

But backstage there is adrenaline…

Backstage is where the fun is.