Not Fair

TOMORROW
© Renee Franklin - Dec. 2, 1997

In my darkest hour...
In my deepest despair...
Will you still care?
Will you be there?

In my trials and my tribulations?
Through all doubts and frustrations?
In my violence...
And my turbulence?

Through my fear
And my confessions?
In my anguish...
And my pain?

Through my joy and sorrow
In the promise of another tomorrow
I will never let you part
For you, are always in my heart.

Poems like these make me happy... but they also make me sad. they make me sad knowing that when I write something maybe one person will be like, "oh how nice" but no ones lives will be changed. I guess I don't truly know of what the future is to hold, but I still feel as if I can not compare.

Thank You

This is a shout out to all of the people who said my work is good I always felt as if my stuff was not being read. I felt that no one cared about what I said. so thank you. Now I am sorry if I did not comment on yours. I guess I am a tourist that way but in other ways I'm not. At least I did notice that you commented and i am truly greatful. I always felt good when someone saw my posts, so once again... Thank You.

I was lost but now I can see

Paris...
On the first day I laughed.
On the next I laughed again. 
I felt all these emotions all these feeling but the biggest was joy.
For the next six days i found out how hard it was to be a writer.
I saw the true feeling of how you had to work hard to get what you want.
Paris was where I tasted the forbidden fruit of creativity.
Where the pure juices flow now in my veins.
Paris is where I bought some cheap carrots but found my true prize of the waters where the fruit lie.
Paris is where I learned how not to be afraid of anything.
How I now know of death.
Every morning was a surprise.
You could never know what Paris would throw at you next.
The man next to me was always there helping me learn.
I watched the women with such talent that I wanted to cry.
Wandering Paris was the best thin for me.

I'm being punished

1 Whoa! You startled me. I wasn’t expecting you here.
2 It’s been a real day for expectations. Where were you? I’ve been waiting here for an hour. You didn’t leave a note or—
1 I wasn’t planning on going anywhere—
2 I can see that. Where’s your coat?
1 I left the house in a hurry. I… um… my mother…
2 The hospital reached you? God, I’m sorry. That’s why—
1 The hospital?
2 They called me when they couldn’t get you.
1 I don’t understand.
2 Your mother. You said —
1 I ran out to buy some flowers for her. She’s been so down.
2 For three hours you’ve been buying flowers?
1 And then I drove around. I’ve had… a lot on my mind. But I’m fine now. Fine.
2 You didn’t go by the hospital?
1 No. Look, I’m freezing. Let’s go inside. Why did the hospital call? Does the doctor need my signature for more tests?
2 We have to go to the hospital.
1 I’ve had a terrible—
2 We have to go to the hospital. Now. The rest of your family is already there.
1 Oh. Oh no. Mom’s all right, isn’t she? Oh, no , she isn’t. I’m being punished… she’s dead.

My good friend Kate

Is it to late
Just to state
That I hate
Being late
My good friend Kate
She beleived in fate
And she to did hate
Just being late
She was my mate
She was no plate
So please don't hate
On my good friend Kate.

Going home

Long days

It's been one of those long days, where it seemed to drag on and you are going nowhere. I feel as if I'm going no where. It took the advice of one of our classmates and decided to quit writing for you. Now I write for myself. I say what I want to say. And if you say that my stuff sucks, technically it's all a first draft and all of it should be crap, I would just say ya I should know I'm the one who wrote it. I am not going to put space in the text so it's not so intimidating. It's for me not you I write not you me me me. It's all mine. I feel like a kid who won't share. But it is mine so if you have any crap to say throw it at me, I have a crap shield and I'm not scared to use it.

How to get a girlfriend

1.leave the house.

tHiS iS mY pOsT tItLe

We could all be
Real happy
All we need
Is a little feed
A small start
A big heart
We need flesh and bone
Not a cell phone
To be free
To be me
To go there
To grow hair
We need to be on time
Not just online
We need to jump
In the dump
You need to
Just be you
Don't just put on a face
To impress your friend Jace
We need to be real
So we can all heal

Who's there?

Everybody is behind us, but who is everybody?

GTP

You have your doubts?
Me too.
God than asked, "And these efforts continue to this day?"
A chill ran down my spine.
I wish I didn't have to see her.
But if I got off track she was there to pick up the slack.
I didn't pay much attention though.
Then god said "you have put me in a difficult position."
He than said, "don't throw away any of your self, including her, always remember what I say."
Then I left.
As I was going I thought to myself, was I the last one to see her?

A long time ago

I REMEMBER, I remember when I almost drowned at 7 peaks. I remember when I was Link for Halloween. I remember my old school canyon crest. I remember my first crush. I remember sledding down large hills for a school activity. I remember when I had to be shaved bald because cut my hair. I remember when I thought I could type fast but I was really just hitting buttons. I remember my mom making food... a lot of it. I remember when me and my little brother had a joined birth-day party, and I did not care because I was having a birth-day party. I remember when i made a website at middle school... I don't remember the name of it though. I remember my brothers pet goldfish and how I killed it by over feeding it. I remember when went to the bathroom at night and I fell asleep on the floor. I remember.

Short story

I felt my heart skip a beat as I witnessed the beast braking the crust of the earth. At that moment I went numb. All I could feel was the cold sweat running down my face

As it's full body came out of the ground I saw the full terror of this beast. It looked over at me with its dark piercing eyes. I quickly broke the gaze knowing that if I looked any longer it would have taken my soul. This truly was a hell beast

I drew my blade of light, the only weapon said to hurt such a thing. I took my first step of a long waiting. Everything seemed to shift with me as I started my progressing pace. The beast started move forward as I did.

I was now in a full sprint and the beast was moving fast as well, but when I got nearer I realized the beast was made up of what looked to be a dark fire. I knew what I had to do. I turned the blade into a liquid state and jumped...

Continue? Leave a comment saying so. If you did not like it say so just give me some feed back in what you thought.

1 W0rd

One word... It's all people need, it can start a war, end a war, break a heart, or have someone fall for you. It just all depends on what that one word is.

The question is, what is the word?

What is the word to convince him to not jump? What is the word to push him over the edge? Words, no just word. There are no words just a word placed next to another.

We all need one word, we all have one word. Our word is our name, or feeling, or something that describes us.

But what is yours?

Advise

Hey I have noticed that not a lot of people are commenting or looking at my posts, this post is me asking for some advise. What do I need to change? Is it boring? Is it to long? I just need to know what I need to do to fix it. Thanks for the feed back if any.

Order!

I GIVE YOU AN ORDER! An order to listen. No not make a noise and for once just open up to the sounds around you. Listen to the sounds of people's feet hitting the ground. To the sound of joy, fear, curiosity, anger. Just listen to the voice every person makes. Every sound they make, different from the next. Listen to your breath. To the songs that you can't hear. To the bus. To the teacher. Or even to a rock... Although people might think your weird. Why can't you just listen to all the small things. Nothing is a small thing. Listen to everything. Listen to your heart, listen to the rain, listen to the voices in your brain (sorry had to add that inside joke)

Tired

I'm just so tired. Why do we have to be tired. Why not just eat something and our fuel is back and we can keep going? Who wants to be tired? When I am tired I do not want to do anything at all. I do not want to write this. I want, I want, I want... that is it isn't it. That is all people do. Want. I don't want to want anything. Wait this is about me being tired isn't. but that's all I want. I want this post to be perfect. We can't be perfect and that make's us want it more. Enough wanting. but that's is a want to. Why want?

We all live to die

We all live to die but we all die to live.
 Whats the point on living if death just contradicts...
What is the point? 
We can't see the truth of life
We were all born to live
We were all living till we die.
We need to see it that way
We all need to live to die
When it does happen don't you want to be happy
Well I want to be happy.
When this is all it is we might as well be happy
Where do we get the happiness from.
Where do we get the happiness
Where do we get it
Where do we go
Where do we
Where do
Where

Favorite song

Numb


I'm tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless, lost under the surface
Don't know what you're expecting of me
Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes
(Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow)
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
(Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow)

[Chorus:]
I've become so numb, I can't feel you there
Become so tired, so much more aware
I'm becoming this, all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you

Can't you see that you're smothering me,
Holding too tightly, afraid to lose control?
'Cause everything that you thought I would be
Has fallen apart right in front of you.
(Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow)
Every step that I take is another mistake to you.
(Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow)
And every second I waste is more than I can take.

[Chorus:]
I've become so numb, I can't feel you there,
Become so tired, so much more aware
I'm becoming this, all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you.

And I know
I may end up failing too.
But I know
You were just like me with someone disappointed in you.

[Chorus:]
I've become so numb, I can't feel you there,
Become so tired, so much more aware.
I'm becoming this, all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you.

[Chorus:]
I've become so numb, I can't feel you there.
(I'm tired of being what you want me to be)
I've become so numb, I can't feel you there.
(I'm tired of being what you want me to be)

Held together

Sometimes we are stuck, and sometimes we just won't move. You could say these type of people are sometimes are in trouble or called stubborn, but now I think I will call them duct tape and bricks. We all get stuck, even on the simple things. Like this post I was stuck. I was tourist.. I slacked off this entire break, and I was stuck... Or was I being to stubborn to do it... I guess I am duct tape and a brick. Now the people that are un-moving or a brick, they have it harder. They kind of get a sick feeling of unaccomplished time waster. This can hence forth "can" make it harder to start moving. If you noticed I said can it could be harder for ether way. But why would we even go there. Why would we waste our time wasting time. It makes no sense. That's why I pulled my head out of my but and started to do some work. I do not want to be there any longer. Who would want to be there? "There" is a nasty place and I think all of you tourists, ya you to two post guy, should leave "there". We all need to leave there.