Tuesday, April 14, 2009

I

I believe in love at first sight.
I believe that people can change.
I believe that you are beautiful.
I believe laughter is the best medicine.
I believe dreams can become realities.
I believe you can fall in love more than once.
I believe we can all relate to someone.
I believe what does not kill us makes us stronger.
I believe we will all find happiness when it is our time.
I believe in fighting for justice.
I believe in gay marriage.
I believe we can be ourselves in any situation.
I believe there is hope in our hardest times.


I want you to smile.
I want you to laugh.
I want peace.
I want people to stop teasing others.
I want true happiness forever.
I want true love.
I want everyone to feel safe.
I want music all around me.
I want you to find yourself

I hope you find true love.
I hope we find ourselves in life.
I hope we will find a cure for cancer.
I hope one day no child will go hungry.
I hope people will adopt homeless children.
I hope we can see the good in everyone.
I hope you will understand what I am saying.

Monday, April 13, 2009

Why the ocean is salty

I salt the ocean with my tears

I am living life

With dreams and fears

Walking the sandy beach-


Thinking of life and love

Some things are so far from reach

The ocean below-

The sky above-

I cannot rush love though

Like the wave rushes in

It is not a loss

It is not a win

Sunday, March 1, 2009

Where do I go from here?


We come across tough times as teenagers. We are too young to make such big decisions yet we are too old to have our parents make those decisions for us. So what are we to do? I usually never have any idea what I will say next or what I am about to do. I live in fear of saying or doing the wrong thing in someone elses eyes. I am scared to death to make a mistake in a relationship or in life. Yes, may be I am crazy. I do not know where to go from here though. I am only 17. I want to be older but I still want to be young. My mind is racing with concern and confusement. I don't know how to feel anymore. Being scared makes my heart race, and my stomach sick. Where do I go from here?