This is a site, where my feelings are able to be free on the world, to have people look at my works and be able to comment. I share this to the free world. My DIARY.
Wednesday, May 28, 2014
I Got My Poem Published!
Last Friday, at home checking my email, I found out that my teacher had submitted my poem to be published in the school's Literary Thread, mine got published and is on page 8! I am so lucky to be one of these people, I don't know if they select a few or they allow everyone, but I think that this is one of my milestones in life. I think that this is wonderful and that later in the future when I get some of my stuff published this is going to be good to go back to. The things that colleges look for are the little and always big achievements that you have done in your high school. I think that if I have a billion of my poems submitted, I am likely to stand out to one of the colleges. I want to be a Chemistry Major, but art or poetry as a minor, and I have a strong heartfelt liking to UCSD, it is where my Dad works along with my Aunt Nora, on my mom's side! I just wanted to thank my most favorite and remarkable teacher that the school, SDA, has to offer: Mrs. Youmans. I think that her efforts to push me foward in my acedemic studies really helped me in seeing my true goal, and I would not stand here wishing for my goals in life had she not guided me in the right direction.
Nightwalkers
I love you,
I hate you,
I want you,
I miss you,
Why are these feeling taunting me?
I want that smile.
Those eyes,
This feeling,
I just can’t deny.
What is this feeling I can’t ignore?
I want to feel the sunshine, Oh whoa.
I want to see the moon-light up the stars, yeah, yeah.
I want to know what it feels like to see the sunrise,
In space.
Oh Whoa.
What is it like?
Because it’s you and me,
Were counting 1, 2, 3.
Were dancing in the moonlight,
Living when the sun shines,
Were always here,
Never going away,
Today.
Were the nightwalkers,
Were here,
Living when the light is gone,
Were the nightwalkers (x2)
Thursday, May 8, 2014
Sorry
Sorry
I am sorry that I yelled at you,
I did not help your problems,
For I did not mean for causing you pain.
I just wanted you to know,
That I am here for you,
As a fellow....
Friend,
Family,
Daughter.
I have lost a parent too,
and I wish to make it up to you.
Your dad will be fine,
Since based on your religion,
He will be with loved ones far and wide.
He is in the hands of god,
The only spiritual man that all trust,
The names that he is called run through a long list.
But one thing is certain,
He loves us one and all,
And takes care of us when we live and when we visit his white palace.
So dont be sad,
Grieve,
Then when you're ready release all of the pain and sadness.
I am not telling you that everything is going to be ok,
But I am telling you that we will be there through the whole way.