Real Talk

I thought I’d be sad

It’s been fun

Look out world

Here I come.

If You Really Knew Me

If you really knew me, you’d know that my favorite color is yellow and has been since I was two.

You’d know that I think worms are disgusting creatures, and that when I come across them after the rain, I have to take a long path around them to avoid their grotesqueness.

You’d know that I run. Not because I’m the fastest one out there, but because I feel that if I don’t run, I won’t be able to relieve stress, and if I don’t relieve stress, one day it will swallow me whole.

You’d know that I am still afraid of my storage room, especially at night.

You’d know that one of my biggest fears is not doing enough, because if I don’t do enough, or  if I don’t do my best, then I won’t be able to look back with no regrets.

You’d know that I love chocolate; I think it should be its own special food group

You’d know that for as long as I can remember, being a Knight was all I would ever be.

You’d know that I am indecisive about almost everything

You’d know that I could read a good Christmas book anytime of the year

You’d know that I love the snow; I love crisp, clear winter nights when the moon glistens off the flakes that powder the sidewalk, and the crunch of shoes in the hard ground.

You’d know that I have a love hate relationship with my alarm clock; I enjoy being up, but not the actual waking up part.

You’d know that I can’t watch Charlie in the Chocolate Factory because the whole thing just gives me the creeps

You’d know that I have a name, and sometimes all I want to know is that you know I exist.

You’d know that I miss summer nights, and long bike rides, and daydreams watching the clouds and the care free days of childhood

And sometimes, I still feel like a child at heart, just caged in teenage form and am not allowed to

come out.

If you really knew me, we would be friends.

Life As We Know It.

Life as we know it is run on a clock
Some how I think they managed to take away an hour of the day,
cause where did all the time go . . .

6:00 am - alarm goes off

7:00 am- Jump out of bed realizing you've over slept

7:40  am- You sit at the light waiting with all the other high school students trying to rush to school

7:44 am- You throw your car in park and fly through the parking lot, you can't get another tardy in first period

7:46 am - Your stomach growls in protest, you ran out of the house so quickly you forgot breakfast

I thought us high school students needed our sleep? I also thought breakfast was the most important meal of the day. Oh wait, both are true. In conclusion, school should start later.

First - Math: who cares that it is May, we still have to learn, oh by the way, you have a test on Friday it's worth 50% of your grade.

Second - English: You have the class to write a two page paper on the effects of British Poetry on American Culture, you must cite two references in your writing, ready, set, Go!

Third - Science: I don't know how many times I've learned about gravity, basically all I need to know for the rest of my life is that it is what keeps me on the ground.

Lunch - Finally! 45 minutes where you can talk to your friends.

Fourth - History: Pop Quiz time! Hope you remember everything that has happened in the last 100 years.

3:00 pm - Work. Take an order, slide a card, fold some t-shirts, answer a phone. . . I'm saving up for a car, I'm saving for a car.

6:00 pm - Dinner, your family gathers and you talk about your day. The meal was really good.

7:30 pm - Start some homework, but get distracted by Facebook, or TV, or cell phones, or that weird smell coming from your closet, Maybe it's time to clean it out.

8:30 pm - Done procrastinating, better start homework for real this time.

1:00 am - Finally finished with all your homework, now you can crash on your bed, still dressed in your clothes, but you just can't find the energy to move, your day starts all over again in 5 hours.

Life as we know it for approximately the next 20 days!
Summer is so close, I can almost taste it!

Ordinary World

The Great Escape

Elle is a 21 year old college student. Her major is business management, and her minor is accounting. She lives the average life of a college student. Going to classes everyday, spending hours studying, going to work, and on the weekends she crashes. Everything is going as it should until her final semester when she must take the one required class she has left to graduate, philosophy. Her first day of class she sits in an isle seat safe from being called on, but throughout the entire class she can feel that something just isn't right. She turns to see a man staring at her and when she looks back ten minutes later, he is still staring at her, but this time he looks away. It is then that she recognizes the face, the scar that lays over the left eye, it's him! After class she tries to escape with the crowd, but it is too late. He has found her and there may be no escaping him this time.

How will Elle escape her captor this time?
Is it too late for Elle now?
Rather than run, does she try to fight back?

Spring

The blossoms are just coming out of the groundThe rain is lightly drizzling
The slight breeze is blowing the wind chimes
The sound combines making a plinking and a patter on my window pane
The thunder cracks through the sky followed by the lightning in the distance
Here I sit.
Waiting
Watching
Wondering
The world is growing up right before my eyes
If I sit here long enough I might see the grass grow
But then what would I be doing
Still sitting
Not growing
The world would be moving on without me
Leaving me in the dust
I yell for it to wait for me
Begging for time
Wait just a minute longer I need some time to catch up
When I open my mouth nothing comes out
I'm not given the chance for my plea to be heard
So I take off after it
Running as fast as my legs will carry me
Hoping that I can catch up
Time continues
The world moves on but I need a break
A chance to breathe
But the world won't stop
Time won't stop
Try as I might, I can't grasp the reality
Summer will come eventually
It's not going to wait for me to be ready
Ready or not here it comes
But I just want to preserve this moment
Sitting watching the world grow
The drizzle has turned into a downpour now
The thunder shakes
The lightning flashes, casting shadows around my room
The blossoms get their rain
Nourishment to keep growing
And here I sit
Waiting
Watching
Wondering
Praying

Dialogue

Scene:  A dimly lit restaurant.  The waiter is walking away from the table. A man and woman sit silently, at a window seat watching the snow fall outside. Carolers stroll by. The chime of a bell rings consistently in the distance as the charity ringer stands outside the mall raising money. The candle flickers softly at the table. The man opens his mouth to speak then hesitates then he begins. . .

1: So is this it.

2: What?

1: This is how we are going to end things between us. You, leaving me for the next year to go help teach children English in some foreign country.

2: I didn’t know that this was the end

1: Well it sure feels like it

2: I’m sorry

1: Why do you have to go now? You could teach children here English.

2: It looks better on resumes, the jobs aren’t open here anyway so no matter what I would be leaving the town.

1: But, I don’t want you to go.

2: Well I don’t want to either, but I have to. . .

(The waiter brings them their food, they smile their thanks and as he leaves the conversation begins again)

2: I would love to stay here, but it’s the first job offer I have had in months, and I’m living on ramen as it is.

1: I just can’t believe that you’re leaving.

2: It’s only for a year and I’ll be home every 3 months to visit.

1: (silence)

2: I promise, I’ll write every week.

1: Okay.

(The dinner continues in silence, they leave and walk down the road pausing at the bell ringer just long enough to drop a few dollars in the bucket.)

1: Well then, I guess this is goodbye.

2: I guess so.

(The man gives her a kiss on the cheek and turns to leave, both leave in separate directions, never looking back. Silent tears roll down both their faces. They pause at the ends of the street. The man looks back. . .)

1: Until next year.

End Scene.

Disneyland

These last few weeks of school

All I can think of is Disneyland.

Disneyland: the happiest place on earth.

One day I think I might run away.

I think I will go to Disneyland

So that day when I am not in class

That's the day I have disappeared to there

My happy place

Where there are no cares in the world

The worst thing is waiting in line.

When the hardest part of the day is leaving.

If only school was like Disneyland

Shouldn't these last few weeks of high school be enjoyable?

Memorable?

Unforgettable?

I think yes.

No more tests.

No more late nights of procrastination

Procrastination is such a bad thing.

The problem is the intentions are normally good

I don't wait to do my homework because I want to.

I just always find something more interesting to spend my time on

So here I sit staring at the teacher

As they try to explain some new confusing concept

And all I can think about is Disneyland

I think about the carefreeness of childhood

I think of the fact that that part of my life is coming to an end

Soon I will enter into adulthood

Bills to be paid

Jobs to be made

And life to be lived

When asked where do you want to be in five years

The answer is no longer certain

No longer well I will be in high school

I might be at a different college

The answer is unknown,

My future is whatever I choose to make it

But what do I want?

The teacher is explaining the new concept,

My mind is whirling and I still don’t get it

And I don’t know how my life will work out

Disneyland is only a day away

And the rest of my life is starting right now.