John Lennon said, count your age by friends, not years; count your life by smiles, not tears. I agree not to put a numeric value on age, but instead of smiles and tears, I count my years a little differently. Here’s how: By my crush on Justin Bieber–it has become weak over the years, although… Continue reading How I Count My Years
Today I am Samantha, and it is my twenty-first birthday. Well, according to this ID and credit card that’s my life. I go down to Denny’s for a free breakfast. The waiter asks to see my ID because he swears up and down that he saw me in here last week. Last week I was… Continue reading Nine Lives.
I crawl out of my cocoon, slamming the door behind me, promising to never return. I return sometimes. But now, never. The cocoon stands still, like it's frozen in time. Not moving forward or backward, but stuck where I left it. It is alone, abandoned, and screaming in agonizing pain. The four purple walls are… Continue reading Death of a Caterpillar
From teeny bop posters to pictures in frames. The thing bout growing up is that nothing remains the same.
We pulled into our driveway and I suddenly felt incredibly hungry. The plethora of information I assimilated at the meeting tonight didn’t fill me up I guess, and neither did those cookies. My dad has been eating so much that all of the leftovers are gone. “What are you going to do about dinner, dad?”… Continue reading Off the Grid Snippet
Thank you for everything you have done. Thank you for fighting for us. Thank you for putting your life on the line for your dreams and our dreams. Thank you for seeing our limitless possibilities and our worth. There is still lots that needs to be done, but because of people like you, Dr. Martin… Continue reading Thank You, Dr. King
This poem is pretty self-explanatory. About an event that occurred in my life. A special event that happens once in a lifetime. Hope you enjoy.