A Topic goes in One Ear, Then comes Right Out

You’ve heard from teachers and parents that alcohol is bad for your health,

And drugs of any kind can give you cancer and diseases.

Yet you are still asked by your classmates,
 “Would you wanna try this drug with me?”

Or “Wanna try some alcohol with me?”

Though you and your asker know it’s bad for you. 

Why do people just let the possibility of death reflect off of them,
Like mirrors reflecting sunlight. 

The possibilities of diseases are endless,

The thought of losing your memories is horrifying.

Although, people still do drugs and get drunk.

Why. Are. People. Like. This?

The effect of memory loss.

The eyes of a drunk.

Lung cancer.

The one reoccurring dream

Not really a dream more of a memory, 

It's like a dream because I "remember" it every night, 

It's a sad one,

 I just can't get it out of my mind,

I don't really like it,
It happens just before my parents divorced, 

I wake up almost every night mind racing,

My face cold as ice,
wet with tears,

People ask me what's wrong,
When they see me sad,

 It's just too hard to speak about it, so  I just don't tell them,

I don't like talking about it, but I'll tell you now 

I was two when this memory was made so I might mix up the story a little bit 

Were walking down a cliff to a beach,

A dog beach,

I can feel the wet damp cold air all around me,

I have my mom next to me, on my left, my dad on my right 

Holding my hands because I'm so small I never been so happy in my life,
it was so perfect,

I loved how we were all together happy,

We had our little puppy,

He was just a couple of weeks old,

So cute and small, 

I never can get that little guy out of my head,
That was the last time we were together when I was little

The Journal Found In The Caves Of Crimsonville

                       This is tale of three children with the names of  John, Klark, and Tessa. John was the second born son to the price family. His brother Mark, was annoyed by him. He was the oldest of the trio and a young doctor in training. He would sit and read for hours on how to do procedures. He always carried a medic bag with him just in case. Klark the first born son to the Johansson family, had two brothers (Tyler and Mike) and a sister (Mariah) in line after him. He was in the middle of John and Tessa and had the energy of a puppy. He wanted to be a teacher when he grew up, 2nd grade to be exact. He  could also tell how you felt just by looking into your eyes. Tessa was the only girl in the Smith family but had an older brother (Raiden) who she loved dearly. She was a year younger then Klark. She was a strange girl, shy, And quiet. Just don’t let that fool you she was on the look out always on edge, ready to pounce if anything happened. Tessa was always building something or fiddling with a scrap of metal or some bolts which she kept in her bag. All three good and smart children always followed orders. Let me tell you something. The one thing, the one thing that always kept them together was the most tragic thing that ever happened in Crimson Cove they were they only people that survived the fire that happened on Evan street. Tragic yes but although they are our main characters they are not the only one’s in our story. We have the orphanage, two parents, a killer, a curious detective who went to far and a Snow White cat who never left Darrow street. The following pages are all from the leather journal with rope binding. This is the journal found in the caves of Crimsonville

Note:
Hey guys this will be a weekly thing I will try to post a page of the journal every week no promises.

Little Star (Song)

Hey guys I'm here with another song. Be sure to tell me what you think and to leave me any song suggestions for me.

Have you ever tried to wish upon the smallest star,

even though it doesn't shine half as bright.

Have you ever tried to look it in the eye,

 And say it's all right the sky don't need the extra light.

So little star oh little star I wish I may I wish I might,

Have this wish I'm wishing for tonight.

Oh little star oh little star oh how I wonder where you are,

Just promise not to say goodnight.

Cause I've been trying to climb all these mountains. 

I've been trying to fight all these tears.

I've been walking through this dark little hallway.

So I don't see the problem in just asking for some help,

And I don't see the problem in admitting to myself.

That every lantern is gonna burn out, and every lighter needs its fuel.

Every fire it burns brighter in the dark you just need to find the spark.

So look a little closer in those delicate brown eyes.

Cause her hearts a wild fire and her soul is on the rise.

You don't have to fight this fight if you haven't got the time.
So little star oh little star I wish I may I wish I might,
Have this wish I'm wishing for tonight.
So little star oh little star oh how I wander were you are,
I promise not to say good night.
Cause my hearts a wild fire and my soul is on the rise.
 I haven't got the time oh I haven't got the time,
But I need a little light oh I need a little light.
So I'll be wishing on that little star tonight.
Watch me wish upon that little star tonight

Thanks for reading! This is a bit more of a slow song that's why it's not as long. Tell me what you thought of it and if you would like to hear more from me. 

Hide Guys it's a Bear! Just kidding that's my dog . So it begins we had got Bear  When I was born we called him Bear.  I called him baby bear and I still do. We had a lot of good memories together like this one. One day we woke up and we looked outside and we saw a bear. That was my first time seeing a bear. That was fun!!! I miss him he was one of the best dogs. He passed away sadly.🐶 😭😭😭

The Day that Tops Every Other Days Part 1

Today is the Day. The day that everyone has been waiting for. Are you ready for the Day that tops every other Day? Everyone must know the Day, if not you must be told about the Day. The Day is almost here, we must prepare for the Day.

We also have to think about all Days. We don't want any Day to feel left out, but there are some Days that are just big attention hogs like Christmas, Halloween, Easter, etc. Now I feel bad about saying how good the Day is, but then again there are big Days that take all the attention of people, they’re just big bullies to us littler Days. How do we bring down these Days you ask? But the Day doesn't have to be special, I could've been hyping up this day that is an ordinary Day, but you will have to find out on the Day (Part2) of specialness.

         

Stand or kneel

There are two sides of the story, what's yours?  Whether you take the knee or not I support you. The questions I have for the people who stand is, why don't you take a knee? For the people who take a knee, why don't you stand? I know the point that people, such as myself, are trying to get across. They don't want to stand for this country, and what it has turned into, neither do I.  I also agree with the people who stand. Just because you need to show some respect to the men and women who serve our country. I find it concerning that our President thinks he has free reign to make hateful  comments.


This is so stupid, NFL players didn't even come out for the pledge until 2001 they would stay in the locker room during it. So what the Pittsburgh Steelers are doing is really a great idea, don't even come out for it, because you aren't showing any disrespect, or anything.

                                                                                    

So next time you watch a NFL game realize what you stand for!

Trump's a Dump

I can not believe we have Donald Trump as our president. He has done nothing for our country, in my opinion. The whole thing with the NFL is a really stupid thing, Trump saying that the players who kneel should be fired. The reason all of the players are kneeling is because of him, and all of the other racist people in  America. The best part is all of the viewers who are going to the game are starting to do it with the players. If Trump stops being racist, then the players will stop kneeling, simple as that.

The Dragon Called Truth

                I am a dragon, just like all the rest; I bite, scratch, and burn my victims, but I do not bite with my teeth, scratch with my claws, or burn with fire, for I inflict pain with a little thing called Truth. I always hurt the worst when you are down, and someone calls upon me, but all you need to do when I hurt you, is realize that the truth is truly what makes you, you.

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Chapter 1.

In the early 1800’s, a man named Bill, and his wife built a large manor in the woods. There were five generations that lived in this house, each adding something to the house. Like a new kitchen or another room. Now, in 1925, the sixth generation was moving in. They had twenty-one children. This house only had fifteen bedrooms, so they had to add an extra seven rooms. 

One night, they left the fire burning after they went to bed. The children all saw an old lady yelling and screaming coming from bedroom two. The second built room in the house. They told their parents, but they did not believe them. The kids said, the old lady was saying, “Get Out!!! This is my room get out!” There was a rumor that this lady had died in this room in 1844. She was in a horrible buggy accident.  She lived through the crash, but then there was surgery she performed in her bed room. Bedroom two. She died midway through the procedure. Every night they left the fire going, then she would come back, and not go away till the fire was out. Still, the children could see the ghost. Their parents did not believe them, and thought they were scaring them for fun.

Stay Tuned For Chapter 2!

Send your best

I know it was a terrible fight,

A wicked and wild Night,

An unexpected curve,

I know you’re mad,

You have all reason ,

So send your best my dear.

Send wildfires and hurricanes,

Tsunamis and tornadoes,

Earthquakes and floods,

Storms and waves,

That come crashing down on shore.

But what good is this all,

When I'm a steel wall,

And you’re just the pebble behind me.

So I say again 

I know you’re mad 

You have all reason

So send your best my dear.

Memory of Songs

Have you ever thought of a song,

But you can never think of the melody,

 Or when the last time you heard the song? 

Have you ever forgotten what you wanted to say,
And had it all planned out? 
Do you ever watch a show,

And memorize one of the lines, 
Like it's a monologue?

Like -

The day the rain smelled like ice cream, my bunny went to heaven in front of my eyes.

The day the copper pipes smelled like burnt food, my brother went to heaven in front of my eyes.

It was sad.

They had deserved to become adults, and have their own children.

That's what I wanted to do for others.

And, to make a lot of money to get my own television.

I am able to remember lines from plays I memorized. 

I can remember lines from shows.

I can remember songs from musicals and music I listen to.

I just hate to forget what the melody is, or the words I wanted to say for a presentation.

Why?

One-sided love

Sometimes I feel like I'm the only one that can ever love me. 

Sometimes, even I don't love me.

I catch on to all the wrong signals, all the wrong signs.

I can say that's nobody's fault but mine.

Then again, do I really care at all?

Does it really matter to me?

Yes.

I say I'm ok, I say I don't care, but I do care, I care a whole lot.

Sometimes, when I dream, I wish I'd just become a robot.

Bullets bounce right off me, hits don't leave a smudge. 

No negative emotions, I'd never hold a grudge. 

Although the walls that keep out, also lock in, the feelings I've tried to hide. 

They sting like poison, when kept for too long, the feelings I keep inside.

There's no way around it, no way above, that I sit alone with my 

One-sided love.

Do we really deserve dogs 🐶🐶(True story)

What have we ever done to deserve dogs?

I lost my dog to cancer a couple of months ago, 

 And I just now realize how much she meant to me and my family.

She never had to be there for me when I when I was sad or sick.

It wasn't her job to lay with me when I went to bed,

To chase my nightmares away, when I couldn't sleep, she was there.

When I needed someone to play with she was there. 

I just want my friend back,

I wasn't there when she needed me.

I wasn't there when she was sad, I didn't deserve her.

I'll never let it go how I lost my best friend, she lost the battle,

we did everything we could do, but we ran out of time. I'll never see her again. I loved her. 

And I can't now, 

Because I left her in Ohio far from where we are now.

 I'll never get her back,

Because I've lost her  

I've lost my best friend to cancer 

In loving memory of my best friend,

                                                                    Chica 

America

What is America doing right now? Are they helping Puerto Rico at all? What has our president done? Why are people shooting each other?
 If I were president, I would make guns illegal. Would there be war if there were guns? What would life be like? Freedom is a privilege for every American. I don't like how our president isn't really paying attention to our real problems. Is anyone threaten by Korea. What are your thoughts?

One Rainy Tuesday Morning

I am here, in my house. All dressed and ready for school. The newsman chattering away in the living room, as my mother sips her coffee and watches the news.

My little sister, Katie, comes jauntily skipping out of the bathroom in her red pocket filled raincoat, and her shiny blue boots. Her hair in neat braids. She sits down at the table and begins eating her breakfast.

The rain patters on my roof, drizzling down the windows. My cat snuggles down deep into our sheepskin couch cover, and drifts off to sleep. My dogs stand attentively by the window, watching my horses trot around the corral.

I walk over to my charging table and grab my iPad and slide it down into my backpack and zip it up. I put my hair into a tight side braid and set my coat and backpack on the coffee table as I slip on my sneakers.
When I am finally ready, I take one last look out my window.

The aspen trees with fiery leaves waving in the mist, popping out with color against the blandness of the rain. The fog swirling around my barn. I smile and swing my bag over my shoulder and leave. The mist surrounds me and I can see my breath disappearing into the wind. I shiver and leave for school, dreading my classes, and excited to come home so I can cherish the rain once more.

The Same Direction

To me, life is like a flock of geese. You folllow one person or maybe your group of friends, and you all go in the same direction.

But you don't have to.

I'm not a popular person, I have never been really. When I was four my best friend was Lily Rhodes. We were the best of friends. It was when I was six that we lost our friendship. We were fighting over how we only did things that she wanted to do and never what I wanted. She thought I was just over reacting and maybe I was. If I had known I would lose my best friend I would have never had that stupid argument. I miss her very much. We did play what she wanted but I always had loved the games she picked.

Now when I see her in the halls at WMS (West Middle School) I think back to that argument. Lily is one of the most popular kids at school, all her friends follow her around like she's the queen bee. One day she came to school wearing a blue and gray jean jacket. By the next day almost everyone in school and the exact same (or something close) jacket she had. Basically she is the most popular trendsetter I know. I could probably try to become friends again, but I would be so odd compared to the rest of her friends. Now the only friend I really have is Nina, don't get me wrong  I love that pig... 

     
It's just it would be nice to have some people friends for a change.

This is actually a third part of a story I'm writing.
If you want to read the first part go here
If you want to read to second part go here

Seasons

🌸Spring🌸

Colorful flowers and colorful butterflies,

Colorful and warm spring.

🌊Summer🌊

Blue sky and blue ocean, 

Fun and hot summer.

🍁Fall🍁

Red leaves, red trees, and red mountains,

Calm and cool fall.

❄️Winter❄️

White snow, white....everything,

Beautiful and cold winter.

Each seasons is beautiful in its own way,

Enjoy each season!

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DANGEROUS substance know to man.
When the clouds are angered because
you didn't eat your green beans or
something that might anger a cloud,
they will start to rain this horrific
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 Do you want that on your conscience
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Love

What is the meaning of Love?

❤Love can't just float away like a balloon. Love is a strong emotion. 

Love can be split apart like a vegetable. You can love anything or anyone you want. Love is powerful. Love is always touching you.Have you ever wondered why everybody has love? I have.

Has your heart ever been broken by someone? Our hearts are very sensitive and they get broken a lot, so its normal if your heart gets broken, its not a bad thing its just something that happens to everyone.

There is always one person who loves you more than anything and that person is your parents. Parents don't not love you. They had you for a reason and that reason is to make a family and to love you. Does it ever seem like your parents don't love you? Because if you think that you are wrong because they love you and they always will. 

Love has more emotions in that one emotion. Love is not nothing, love is something and that something is EMOTIONS. Do you love someone? I do, and you do, too. You love you parents, just like they love you. You will always love them even when they leave.

If they are at a far distance that doesn't mean that they don't love you. They might be a far distance but they will always be close at heart. You can say that you don't love them but inside you know you do. Do you want to be loved? Of course you do everyone wants to be covered in love.

Everyone should know that they are being loved by someone and they are loving someone.❤

Dreams being taken away

Any where you can call home is a great place, for kids. Especially when you are free as can be. Especially when life is like a dream that you never want to be woken up from.

Nevertheless, when someone comes and wakes you up and tells you you have to move, it's  awful and you're afraid that in your new place you'll be a fool and that you'll never be cool.    

Because the life you had before was the best life anyone could have had, so you're scared that you will never be glad. 

The meaning of life

Dear Readers,

The meaning of life to some may be hope or trust or maybe friends.
The reason I choose my mom is when times get hard or something in the world happens and you think,

"Maybe, just maybe that some day all the pain and suffering will end.''  But what if all the pain, doubts, and strong feelings you held  against things don't matter. Go to your meaning of life. They're not going anywhere.
   
Now my words of wisdom have made an effort to help you . Go spread joy, talk to people that may be sad, scared, or have know idea what to do, go be that inspirational ray of positivity the world is waiting for! Help them know that the meaning of life is just a start to the wonderful world that is waiting for you to get there!

Popularity

Popularity is horrible, it has changed so many people. The book I am reading is a lot like school, because at school you see the "popular" kids, then there are the "nerds", then there are the in between kids. People separate other people by looks or actions. This book shows that you cant judge a book by its cover.

Mrs. Spengler: Does this happen at Manitou? Does Manitou have cliques like this too?

Yes, people judge other people at Manitou.

The people at Manitou do not only judge other people by looks and actions, but they also judge by how many sports you play, and what sports you play. People think that people who play multiple sports or look good should be popular. That is not ok, because you should see people for their actions or their personalities. Some people I know are jerks, but guess what!? They are very "popular".

Some people are very nice and are popular, they deserve to be popular. Some people let being popular get to their heads, and become rude and full of themselves.

This is just my opinion, but I feel really strongly about this.

Galaxies Ahead

If you look really deep in the sky, you'll see shooting stars flying by.

King of the sky, man in the moon, keeps them from flying too soon.

Constellations are created by baby stars in the sky, 

If you are wandering by, keep constellations in your mind,

Fellow followers flow through the night like a rushing river in the sky,

Time and time again night never ever ends.
Longing the planets all around, that never will shoot up and down.
Just spinning 360* missing a lot of lovely things.
Never burning as bright because they don’t have a living flame inside.
While they don’t compare, planets help life everywhere.
The heart of the universe is really deep in to where you can see nothin’.
A dark, continual supernova lies for eternal happening.
Just wait and see how this super crazy family keeps giving.

TOGETHER

 TOGETHER

Teamwork
Originality             
Great                    
Effort
Trust
Hope
Enjoy
Respect

Quotes:
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Coming TOGETHER is a beginning,
Keeping TOGETHER is progress,
Working TOGETHER is success
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If you want to go fast, go alone, if you want to go far, go TOGETHER
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Individually, we are one drop, but TOGETHER, we are an ocean.
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Being together is way better than being individual.

Time

Time never ends. It can't go backwards or skip. Time can't stop. 

Who cares about time, is only the humans.

 What is time? Do we need time? I think we don't need time to live, we don't need a word TIME. 

Nothing is a waste of time. Everything has a meaning, so nothing can't be. I think, "I wasted time!" Sometimes, but if you think about it carefully, you will find the meaning of it.  

If I get to pick which one to go, past or future, then I will say past. I chose the past, because future will come, but you can never go back to the past. To go to the past has more meaning, than to go to the future. 

"Time is free, but it's priceless. 

You can't own it, but you can use it. 

You can't keep it, but you can spend it. 

Once you've lost it, you can NEVER get it back."

- Unknown

The Broken Branch

As a 9 or 10 year old, you would have never expected to break a decently thick tree branch. I've learned that I could, while using the branch as a gymnastics bar, sorta. I was outside one day just messing around, and hung on the thinner end of the tree. When. I heard a snap, and fell down on my bottom. And thought, What did I do to make the branch fall off of the tree? It was just hanging there for days when finally we cut it off.

Before we cut the rest of it off, the branch was just hanging there, like a person just waiting for their life to begin. The time before the branch was cut off, my father got angry, and had probably thought, why was the branch just sitting there, while someone could have gotten something to get it off the rest of the branch. So, he grabbed a kitchen knife and cut the rest of the branch off. After that, I had gotten older to the point where I never used the branch again.

Quote -
Every time I close my eyes, the sun appears again.
High above this broken branch.
Will these wings ever mend?
- Howling Bells

I hope you guys enjoyed.

The Train

Waiting for a train that never arrives,
Looking at me with that glint in your eyes.

Somewhere, a train car stalled on the tracks,
You would just leave me there and never look back.

Standing alone in a railroad station,
Dreaming of paradise, a new location.

A person that can't love, that's full of hate,
Is like a train that's always late.

Everyone avoids it, so it gets mad,
Somewhere our love went sour and bad.

Two trains on a collision course,
You and I, our hearts are a carriage with no horse.

Think About It...

I was taught young how to be stone-cold, self-reliant, to hold myself high and poised, with a ready smile and a subtle charm ready to conquer the world. So I learned from early on to only cry behind closed doors, on dim-lights, without sound, to howl in pain... silently, to break down without anyone knowing, and to never ask for help.

Because when no one sees you suffering, do you really suffer?

Much like, when a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it really make a sound? I can always just pretend that whatever pains me never happened, and I can go back and face the world pretending I'm okay. Does that mean I'm okay?

Thank You!

If it weren't for the 10-Day Writing Challenge, I would have been sitting at home reading and grading all of your homework assignments every night.  Don't get me wrong, I really do enjoy reading your thoughts about books and the world.  But I'm just so glad that I had time to write in my journal! Thank you.  It was such a luxury for me!!  It's ok if it wasn't so wonderful for you.  :)

I guess all I really hope is that you now know it's possible.  You never know what you are capable of until you try. People say that a lot, but then they never actually push themselves out of their comfort zones. You all did. That's a big deal.

Also, I hope you now know that you can always come back to your journal whenever you want.  Try to make writing in it a thing you WANT to do, instead of the thing you HAVE to do.

It will always be there for you.
It can be anything you want it to be:   Poetry. Art. Music. Research. Fact. Fiction. Fandom. Plans. Ideas. Opinions. Comics. Humor. Philosophy. Memories.
It never judges.
It can be a reflection of who you are and an extension into who you want to become.
It's a story worth telling.

Every story is a story worth telling.