Paintbrush

I keep my paintbrush with me, whereever I may go,

In case I need to cover up, so the real me doesn't show.

I'm so afraid to show you me;afraid of what you'll do,

I'm afraid you'll laugh or say mean things; afaid I might lose you.

I'd like to remove all the layers, to show you the real, true me

But I want you to try to understand; I need you to like what you see.

So if you'll be patient and close your eyes, I'll remove the coats real

slow,

Please understand how much it hurts, to let the real me show.

Now that my coats are all stripped off, I feel naked, bare and cold,

And if you still find me pleasing, you are my friend, pure as gold.

I need to save my paintbrush though, and hold it in my hand,

I need to keep it handy in case someone doesn't understand.

So please protect me, my dear friend, and thanks for loving me true,

And please let me keep my paintbrush with me, until I love me, too.

Heart of me

Heart of me

Outlandish, compassionate, obstinate, affectionate

But I feel so absent in the world but knowing I’ll make a difference someday

Who cares for everyone even if they don’t notice.

Who feels heavily broken by the spiteful words of others

Who gives contentment and delight to all those around

Trying to give a helping hand to them

Who fears being despised, of being unloved

Of going astray from who they are

Who would adore seeing with new sight

And getting things right!

Who would love to see a vivid new day of change

With enlightened hope that never fades away

An enduring soul of The Unknown

In the Dark

*story*

I was waiting in his dark house for him to return. He didn't come.

where is he I thought its to quiet I heard nothing coming in the darkness I was fighting back tears  he promised he would be back I still sat in the corner of the room hoping the worst didn't happen

At long last I heard footsteps walking up to the door. I held my breath the dark brown door opened and there was his face how great it was to see it. I got up and ran into his welcoming arm’s  he groaned as I did I looked up upon his baby face his eye’s filled with pain.

“Are you alright?” I asked

“I think I will be fine.” He whispered “I’m just glad I stopped him from hurting you Emily but that will not stop him he will be back.”

“W-what did he want from me anyway?” I broke my voice choking back tears. He looked worried then gave a short smile and kissed the top of my head but did not answer.

“Just let me take you home.” He said and we walk out of the house.

Moon Light is Dimming

*story*

Chapter 1

Escape

R

un.

          That was all that was going through my mind as I lunged over a fallen’ tree digging my claws deeper into the ground.

          I could hear my followers fifteen feet behide. Their bullets clanging together in their packs, the smell of gunpowder burned my nose. Skidding around trees going through bushes and thrones getting stuck in my fur; twigs and rocks sticking and twisting into my paws but it didn’t seem to affect them.

          There it was! My safe den! The hole in the rock perfect in this size; No pursuers could ever follow. I pushed my weakening muscles forward.

          Another crack of the firearm went of into the night’s air. I let out a pained yelp as it grazed my shoulder feeling a splinter of metal entering easily into my skin like butter. I fell over on my left side, only two feet away from my den.

          “Hurry, I got a hit!” called a man to his other hunter. I hear their pace quicken.

          I staggered to my feet and limped.

“No!” yelled the second shooter; as the shot went off and missed right above my head hitting the rocks.

Safe…safe

          I limped down the declining tunnel until it opened up into a cavern with a mattress on the floor.

I came upon the mattress and collapsed panting and soon fell asleep.

Crashed

*story*

Chapter 1

   

I

t started like any other 10^th grade day. You know: late for 1^st period, a teacher yells at a student or yourself, go to lunch, then a teacher gives you homework that you think will take you three hours to finish; then go home, hangout with friends, and tell them about your deals and problems.

Today was different.  My friend, Jamie May, has secretly liked a guy that I’ve been crushing on since 7^th grade and today he asked her out. Jason Grant, possibly the hottest guy in the whole school.  Jamie said yes.

I was heart broken and stabbed in the back all in the same day.  I wanted to scream at her, hurt her.  Anything to get back at her! I hated her for doing that to me.  I wanted her to die that day.

              

I also could not believe Jason.  How could anyone ever like Jamie?  I went home without talking to her after school.  That day I just stayed home and cried in my room.

Chapter 2

T

he next day I still hated her, but I guess she thought it was ok to talk to me.

  “Hey, are you ok?” she asked.

  “No,” I answered.

  “I’m going to break up with Jason today.”

  “Good.”

  “I think he likes another girl.”

  “And why are you telling me this?!” I yelled

  “I thou-“

  “Yeah, you thought. Why don’t you do me a favor and never talk to me ever again!” I yelled and ran off into the bathroom.

I felt bad about what I said but I was so angry.  She should have known better than to do that to me.  I’ve told her everything about him and she said she had no interest in him at all and said that he was all mine for the taking. I wanted something to happen to her; anything to happen to her.

The class bell rang.  I dried up my tears, but I didn’t want to go because Jamie was in that class, but I had to.  So I picked up my books and headed out of the bathroom and straight on to U.S. History.  As I sat down next to Jamie, she handed me a note and I thought: “Oh, great, just what I need- a note from her.  It’s probably going to say ‘I’m really sorry’ or something.”

 It said:

Look I’m really sorry but

yeah I do like him. but all

the time I’m with him he’s

always asking about you.

I’m sorry I made

you feel bad but I’m

liking this new guy now.

his name is: Lance Blend

don’t be mad.

Jamie

After class I asked her if she really did break up with Jason. She answered, “No, and I’m not planning to.  Thanks.”

“Then why did you say you were going to?” I asked.

“I was only trying to make you feel better,” she snapped.

“What about you saying that you liked this new guy ‘Lance what’s-his-bucket,’ then?”

“Lance Blend, thank you very much, and yes, I do like him.  But I like Jason more.”

  I can’t believe her! How could she say that and not even care? I thought.

“Like I just said: Don’t talk to me ever again!” I yelled.  I looked at her face. Her eyes were filling up with tears!

Why is she crying? I thought.  I walked to my next class, leaving her there. I didn’t see her for the rest of the day.

Cold to the Touch

*Story Idea*

Chapter 1

Pretty Roses

The last day of summer.” Sighed Zander; walking up the driveway of his house looking toward the Indian summer sunset. “And the first day of high school for you, are you read

 He looked back at her then took seat on his cement stairs next to his mothers rose bush.

          “Well I’m going to miss the care free days of summer, I’m nervous about it but you know school really something I like.”

“ You've just seemed a little down is all. Don’t worry your coming to my school this year.”

          “That’s not what I’m worried about.” She shivered

“Ugh, are you really cold Resha?” Zander asked looking over Resha’s red turtle neck and black gloves.

          “Yeah” She said sheepishly

“It’s like seventy degrees out here!” Zander shook his head then looked over at the rose bush he picked one.

          “Just bad circulation I guess.”

“Well I need to get inside for dinner; I’ll see you tomorrow, don’t chicken out. Kay’?” zander stood up and handed the Resha the rose and patted her on the shoulder. She stiffened.

“everything will be fine.” He smiled and went inside.

          “everything will be fine.” Resha quoted as she put the rose to her lips.

          The rose took a slow turn from a baby pink to dead brown. She grimicened as she crumpled up the dead petals and dropped it to the ground. 

poem

You can not understand 

whats going inside my head

I want to save lives

that I know I can save.

Yet, you tell me its mentally ill

to try befriending a broken soul.

I'm helping what I can;

I don't waste my life away avoiding

this world full of pain!

I want to help.

Yet, all you want is to send them away

their to unhealthy to try to save;

but a life that is reaching for my helping hand,

is it not right to grab hold to it?

 I believe, 

they're hoping someone, on day will care enough

 to save them.

She Falls to the Ground

*This is one of my story idea's; these stories are never based on real life experiences.*
 ** Also these are in the rough draft stage, go easy on my work* *

First Encounter

       Do you have any idea what its like being surrounded in a classroom full of all your ex-girlfriends? I thought to myself; silently sweating and swearing that right before my eyes, the classroom clock, that was above the white board was starting to tick backwards!
      Each of their pleading eyes; some glaring, others begging or just plain desperate. All of them stabbing into my very soul.I never liked hurting girls but is it to hard to ask for some space? I'm trying to pass school; who needs the drama of a relationship? Its not like that is will give me a better reason of why my homework is late.

     "Well Mr. Luther Almann would you like to share what you've written?" Our Creative Writing teacher Mr. Burr called upon me. I looked down at my blank paper and dull pencil resting in my hand unmoving. It doesn't really help the fact that once he said my name every girl I had a thing with stared at me like I stripped naked.

"I haven't written anything..." I mumbled

"Well maybe if you were not lost day dreaming, wrote down what it was; you could turn it in." Mr. Burr pointed out. If it wasn't obvious enough! Its free write! I'm not going to have him read my relationship failures!
I sighed and muttered  "Great advice, sir."

Mr. Burr smiled as if he had outsmarted the popular jock that he assumes I am. Yet again with his great "intelligence" as to think he has embarrassed me. He is purely annoying; what is with the attempts of trying to make me look stupid?


Lunch! Who would of thought it would take this long for it to arrive?!
       I stood in line and got some gray mush and headed to the area where my friends like to eat. On the bleachers in front of the Football field.

      "Sup' Luth?!" yelled my friend Conner Statis; my weird little wingman dark brown hair but you rarely see it for he wears this homeless man hat, his green eyes holding back mischievousness; even for being one foot shorter then me; he was the one to invite me to the parties and always trying to hook me up with all these girls on the weekends.
    
      "Nothing really, still a bit pissed at Burr though." I replied and fist bumped him as I came near.
"Oh yeah man! He really has it out for yo-" But Conner was interrupted by a loud angry shout of:
      "WHY ARE YOU BEING LIKE THIS!?!" Coming from the bleachers down below and that is when I first met Her...

























    

First Time Everythings

"Hush." is what they told me;

all the times before.

That my mind was full of crazy thoughts

never meant to be explored,

I will stop at nothing until I am heard!

Listen now, 

to all that have tried to silence me.

 

Read this and you will see,

This is nothing that you'll believe

so "Hush."