From Empty to FullI was a simple blonde nobody, walking around like a lost soul. I went from island to islandin other words, from one hard heart to the nextnot really reaching it, but floating just outside of it. What else was I supposed to do? All I could do was store the many hearts I've stolen in a jar, and then return them beaten and broken. It was one appalling hookup after another. I was barely fifteen, an immature freshman, seeking the thing I needed the most. I assume you know what that "thing" is. You guessed it. It's love. I felt so empty, unsatisfied after everything a guy and I did together. I never committed my body to the guy or had my first kiss since my first hookup. It's sad, really, because I never knew that someone else greater than any of the guys I've hooked up with loved me the most for me. Who I was. My personality.
I didn't know him, but he knew me. He knew me ever since I was born. He knew me even before I was born. He knit me in my mother's womb, contemplating on wh
Ode To My EyesThe only beauty of my eyes is of what it allowed me to see,
Such as nature's incomparable color green,
And the skies pacifying color blue,
But the most beautiful thing I've seen is you.
When I saw me in your eyes,
I saw a reflection of eyes that were 7 times better than mine,
But then I saw that the reflection was mine,
That's when I realized you make me shine a different light through my eyes.
When we made that contact eye to eye,
I couldn't stop seeing from time to time,
You're the blessed figure that God and my eyes allowed me to see,
You're the reason I made this ode to my eyes.
Run Chapter 4As soon as night fell, Jorge snuck away from the camp and headed to a nearby church. He left his hat and ring inside his tent because he would feel strange walking into mass with the memories of that day. Tonight was Saturday, July 24th and mass started at seven. He had never gone to mass before, and this time he thought he should just to see what it was like. Jorge took out a piece of paper and read it. "St. Anna's Church." He said to himself. He looked ahead. "Just a little more and then I'll be there." And he stuck the paper back in his pocket.
He soon came upon the church. He couldn't see the details of it as good as he would have in the day time. What really caught his eye was a statue. He walked over to it. It was of a teenage girl, a very beautiful one. She was smiling and holding out her hand. Jorge turned and caught sight of another statue just on the other side of the sidewalk. He walked over to that one
Fading into the CloudsI lie on the hospital bed,
And examine his sorrowful expression.
He was holding my hand,
He was begging me not to go.
But death was inevitable;
I never knew I'd die so soon.
I tried to smile,
But he knew it was forced.
He said, "Just rest, you'll be ok."
His voice quivered.
I just stared into his beautiful, dark brown eyes;
It was the first time I had the courage to do so.
"I'll tell God to save a place for you." I said.
He whispered, "No don't go yet."
He put his head down,
And I heard him start to cry.
I had enough strength,
So I sat up, slowly.
His head jerked up,
His face wet with tears.
I began to sing softly;
I couldn't believe I had the strength to do it.
He stared at me as I sang,
And he listened quietly.
I finished, and felt weak.
I fell backwards, and he caught me immediately,
Setting me down gently.
"Was I ok?" I asked.
"You sang beautifully." He replied with a sad smile.
I knew it, too. I said,
"Be happy. I'll be watching over you."
He began to sob once more.
I felt my
PrayWhy is prayer so important?
What good does it do?
Are they really answered?
Do they ever come true?
Yes, prayer is very important;
It does a lot of good;
They really are answered;
They always come true.
It's important because the world needs it;
The good it does, you'll be surprised at how many lives it's saved;
They are answered by our Creator, God;
They might not take effect that second, but they will absolutely take effect later.
I know someone prays for me everyday;
And especially my boyfriend.
He prays for me everyday, he tells me,
And I pray for him everyday as well.
We thank God for bringing each other into our lives everyday,
We would be nothing without each other.
I asked some of my friends to pray for my grandma,
Who was, and still is, very ill.
Thanks to their prayers,
She is still alive today.
Praying is very easy;
All you have to do is ask God what you desire,
Promise to serve Him,
And you're set.
But you must keep to that promise,
Or else you'll be
Run Chapter 3Soon, the war ended. But that was because the soldiers destroyed the whole village. It was nothing but a wasteland now with rubble everywhere. Not a single soldier felt any guilt as to what they did. All but one. He stood there, his fists clenched to make it look as if his hands weren't shaking. He was looking out at the wasteland, trying his hardest not to cry. "Hey, Lieutenant Martinez! Let's go, the Chief wants to see us!" Shouted a soldier from behind him. Lieutenant Jorge Martinez turned his head and shouted back, "Ya voy, I'll be right there!" The other soldier laughed and started off. Jorge sighed and he took off his hat and ran a hand through his black hair. They made fun of him because he was a Mexican, a little shorter than the rest of the soldiers, and darker as well. He stuck his hand in his pocket and pulled out the silver ring with the blue jewel. He examined it closer and found that he could actually read the faded writing. It said: 2011. The school name was there, but i
As it Comes to a CloseI never fancied goodbyes.
So that's why I always made sure
That I said "See ya later!"
And hope to see you in the future.
My life is going to take a sharp turn
Around the corner,
As I decide what I want to do with my life,
What I want to study.
But I don't want to think about that just yet;
I want to spend all the time I have
With the one I love first.
Two weeks is all I have.
And then he's gone,
Done with high school.
He told me not to be sad,
So I smile for him everyday.
And it's not one of those fake smiles;
I really am happy for him.
He'll pursue his dream in New York,
And yet he tells me his only dream and goal is to make me happy.
As it comes to a close,
My days with him,
I'll cherish each moment that we had together,
And I'll thank God for bringing him into my life.
I pray for him everyday,
And so does he.
For his well-being,
And that his feelings for me never change.
Temptations are everywhere,
But we'll get through them all,
Remembering what we live by:
"Faith, Hope, and Love.
The Silent GirlShe sat on her bed,
Clutching her teddy bear.
She held it close,
And kissed its head.
Its soft fur felt nice on her lips;
She closed her eyes and remembered the day,
The day he gave it to her,
And the day he said, "I love you."
Twelve a.m., read the clock.
She couldn't sleep;
All she could do was remember that day,
And she closed her eyes.
Her mind took her back to the 14th of February,
And her mind fast-forwarded to February 27th,
For that was the day he proposed:
"Will you be my girlfriend?"
And her mind fast-forwarded even more,
To her first kiss on March 5th.
It was a wonderful, delightful feeling;
She could still feel his lips on hers, even though it's been so long.
It was exactly how she imagined it would be;
In the fair, on the Ferris Wheel.
She smiled and refused to open her eyes
As she replayed other moments they had together.
But soon, she ran out of the moments,
And she tried to replay them again.
But finally, she was too tired to think,
And she fell back on her bed, keeping