So i thought i was just going to write about high school, but lately i have written things like love poems for the boys i like. so yah. alright cool :)
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- Hey, my name is becca, && for my creative writing class we have to have a blog. I love writing about what ever tickles my fancy. I love writing stories and poems. && i love writing stuff about boys on the spot. Everything on this page i wrote burn :)
Friday, January 8, 2010
LIfe is Learing
Some times in life we learn to do things that hurt. We learn to get a long with people we wish we didn't have too. We learn that sometimes that crying is the best way to get out our feeling. We learn that some friends aren't going to be around forever. We learn that letting go of pain, can ruin some people && the hardest one of all to learn is watching someone that we l love, love someone else.
Watching
Watching the person you love, love someone else from the side lines is heart-breaking.
You see them && their happy life,
&& looking down to see your empty hand.
You want to be with them, the one holding their hand.
But your stll here alone hoping && praying the pain will leave,
Watching the person you love, love someone else from the side lines is heart-breaking.
Love can be the most pain thing we, humans, have to go through.
It can built us up, while at the same time, it can ruin us
&& looking down to see your empty hand.
I must have shed tears a million times, almost like
The butterflys i get when i see you, but
Watching the person you love, love someone else from the side lines is heartbreaking.
I can't never explain, how i feel when i'm around you.
My heart is full of joy, but my eyes are full of tears,
&& looking down to see your empty hand.
I love you, but my head doesn't agree.
My heart tells my that soon my pain will be gone, but
Watching the person you love, love someone else from the side lines is heart-breaking.
&& looking down to see your empty hand.
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Sometimes life's like a river, your heart is like the current, it can take you places you could have never dreamed of.
If your head tells you that you Love someone it's wrong.
Loving someone with your head just don't cut it.
Love means doing something that your head may tell you is wrong, but your heart is telling you it's all right.
Monday, January 4, 2010
The War Ship
My heart is like a war ship.
It sails over the bloody water to win the war that is at hand.
I see her talking to him, and a arrow goes through my sail.
I see him talking back to her, and a bullet fly through my bow.
The boat breaks, as my heart does.
I wish for the waves to take over me and let me die, but the captain steers me into the harbor.
He's the Captain, and he controls me.
Wherever he goes i go.
Whatever he wishes i wish.
He keeps me safe, when the war goes wrong, and he protects me the best he can. But when he leaves me alone in the cold dark night.
I return to the wreck out at sea, the broken bow and the wrecked sail.
It sails over the bloody water to win the war that is at hand.
I see her talking to him, and a arrow goes through my sail.
I see him talking back to her, and a bullet fly through my bow.
The boat breaks, as my heart does.
I wish for the waves to take over me and let me die, but the captain steers me into the harbor.
He's the Captain, and he controls me.
Wherever he goes i go.
Whatever he wishes i wish.
He keeps me safe, when the war goes wrong, and he protects me the best he can. But when he leaves me alone in the cold dark night.
I return to the wreck out at sea, the broken bow and the wrecked sail.
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