Weirdest dream ever

😑The weirdest dream I ever had.

The dream that made me go, what was I thinking 💭. In my dream my (most recent crush ) and I were in an air plane and we were the only people on the plane, but this is weird part— I was well.....
flirting.        

Okay yes ME flirting It was weird because he was enjoying me failing at it . So as I say "so (crush) why are you going to pairs?" And he says "I am going to go break up with my girlfriend." Insert dramatic moment here.                                                                                                      

So I have the nerve to tell him "I am so gay for  you ." But his face said wait huh what???.

 So readers I know were you are siting or standing dont fall over laughing 😡 This is were I start cry because dream me can't get her act together.

So I explain that gay means happy and stuff. So what happens next is well... um...he proposed to me then I woke up and haha (inserted sarcasm here)am downstairs in my basement with a rubix cube and something funny we don't own any rubix cubes so... I will let you figure that out and tell me it has been two months since that happened and I still have the cube to this day.

Dark feelings

Sun reflecting the ocean
Shiny, bright, and beautiful
Happiness, loves, and truth

But deep in the ocean where sun can't reach
Dark, shaded, and unattractive
Sadness, hates lies

You cover those darknesses
Deep in your heart with fake felling

You cover those sadnesses
With fake smiles

We live in this fake world
With everyone not showing their feeling
and trying fit in

But we all have this feeling of darkness

Don't hide your feelings
Don't laugh when you want to cry

Just cry and scream



(I wrote this with Emma Jefferson)

Where I Am From

This is where I’m from

I am from the mansion on a silent hill

And

The forest that was the setting in all my games

I am from the barn I believed 

was on the edge of the world

And 

Late night grasshopper hunting

I am from waking up to the smell of pine-sol

And

Mexican music

I am from scary movies

And

Countless art sets

I am from poetry books

And 

The old littlest pet shop toys

I am from late night snacks 

And

Night-quil pills

I am from musicals

And

Decorative pillows 

I am from lavender 

And

The smell of clean sheets

I am from the river

And 

Soccer practice 

I am from a divorce

And

The feel of abandonment 

I am from the feelings I stowed away for years

I am from state fairs 

And
The WII

I am from thrift stores

And

The magic treehouse I wish I had

On the dresser is an old

Photo album that hasn’t been

Opened for years inside are faces

I still see today and some I don’t 

There are letters from people 

I will never speak to again

I am from a banker 

And 

A trucker

Me November 26, 2014

Book : the time that should last

The time that should last by me

                          Chapter one the beginning of the end .

 When I was young small I mean I was logged movie beauty and the beast . As I begin order  I never realized that I became the beauty this is my story.       My name is skia  True summers and it’s a 16-year-old girl I’m different than most girls. I am to tall taller than all the guys. I have long dark hair with hints of blonde here and there. I have a small, kid like nose, Korean places. Wear small glasses dark red not just a maroon  with little diamonds on them. I think my favorite part of my blocks is my fashion sense, I know that is funny but don’t get me wrong. I have never been the girl that  got all the attention and when I walk in the room no one looks at me maybe a friend here in there so high but I never really truly sleep I think we are things started happening I’ll know around well I don’t want to spoil it for you but.

 Everything started to go downhill around for months before prom well junior prom  but people in my life  to get looked at because they’re pretty and Tall  and perfect how my supposed to compete with that well I don’t I don’t even try I give up trying well again this is my story I can tell the way I want but keep the truth because being true is always the best . Now on my first day of school I am at someone who I can only describe as sinister there’s three of them and they all shocker hate me for more than a few reasons one they just love picking up people that look as pretty as them just cause I’m a blonde doesn’t mean I’m not important to their deadly serious about snakes and once I actually said it sakes are weird ,scaling andgross  and they hissed at me like whoa chill out I mean I was just  giving my   Opinion.

They’re quite popular in their own fantasy world that does it at All exist, it is as if everyone in the school is there peasants and we all see the most popular because they’re mean and hurtful and rude and they’ll spread gossip about us .

why are the popular people Act like we don’t exist unless they give we give them things or clothes or money or potential or commit to do the schoolwork which I made that mistake once they said I could be popular but that’s another story this is the story about a guy that made the whole world well in my eyes feel like cra act like we don’t exist unless they give we give them things or clothes or money or potential or commit to do the schoolwork which I made that mistake once they said I could be popular but that’s another story this is the story about a guy that made the whole world well and my eyes feel like  he was the world to me and I made a mistake cost me both of our lives   Besides that   It’s pretty happy story I hope you stick around but there is roll me a tragedy loss carrying a lot of backstabbing I’m not joking there’s just a lot of backstabbing.

 Still reading what I would I think the story is going to be one of the good ones so it all started the first day of school and I was so excited for it was I want to be excited there was a terrible first day school it’ll start about 7 AM and I can’t believe this happened so I sent out my clothes for the day it was this or these really fancy call of being close well I’ve always been called a jinx whenever I get something you can Amelia come destroyed like the time when I was trying to take my drivers test we went to the freeway and then the steering wheel broken then we kind of flew off the freeway and when I asked if I passed he said you go jump off cliffs so I have a history of being jinxed but I mean today could’ve been one of the worst ones no it was the worst .


 I got a email saying That picture day was today and I had nothing to wear so I’m sitting through the piles of clean clothes and dirty clothes cause I’m at slacker I don’t you wander the time I should and I finally pick up live shirt that has call rhinestones on it and some jeans and some fun funky graffitied sneakers wasn’t the best outfit but it was a cute outfit that looks good on the I guess so I’m doing my hair curled I’m going to have a down and it’s gonna look awesome I slip on my skateboard flick out the window and my jeans caught me on the now I am about to die I’m thinking to myself . Well I’ve had worse beginning to the day once I actually did fall out the window but that was not a one story apartment but you know what ever so on screaming and help and helpless and this cute guy walks up and helps me down .

“ Thanks” I say “I’m so sorry to bother you like that I hope you’re  not  late  to school I’m sorry my name is skia summers “ “ hey it’s cool my name is Trent  but you’re cool anyways I’m heading to school what school do you go to? If we go to the same school walk you there if you’re almost ready I mean it’s.I mean if it’s not too much trouble I won’t want your parents getting mad at me or something I just thought I needed I am so messing this up well would you like to walk to school with me what school do you go to again ?” “ I want to Danderson what school do you go to do you go to Anderson to Danderson to I mean if you don’t go to same school or if you’re in the neighborhood love to hang out with you sometime or something I don’t have that many friends I just moved here so yeah my parents are divorced so I am here for a while and Alex are friends with me and all you want to be lonely I’m sorry I sound like a lonely stocker freak  i’m sorry I haven’t let you talk I am so please forgive me this is such a bad  first meeting “ would you like to start over ?hello Miss I saw you falling out that window that I should come help my name is Trent zards what’s your name girl I might want to take you to school if we go to the same school now what about that name ?”

“  My name is skia summers  Nice to meet you and I dont know if we go to the same school We’re do you go do you go to ricksonm high school?” “ I would love to T -“ he did Not get to finish a sentence because they came along the whole school gave them my name apparently the sister sisters I think a class because you’re quite simple start Trichster is there a Backstabber’s heyI told you there’s going to be backstabbing .

 There’s three of them the youngest is Rachel 14 years skip grades for some reason she’s not that well she’s a few  tools short of a toolbox she a straight black hair is long spidery she skinny but short in height. Can tell you something weird about them well there Three things one the deadly serious about sinks to say hate me why know why well I wish I didn’t but mom is dating their dad insert gag here and well I just found this out recently well you’ll find out when I wrote the other is the story continue st three things one the deadly serious about snakes to say hate me why know why well I wish I didn’t but mom is dating their dad insert gag here and well  wait I can’t tell you 13 yet you’ll have to figure it out on your own but it’s pretty obvious and I write it soon so yeah anyways insinuation a story .

 The second oldest her name is Elizabeth she also  lax in height she’s taller than Rachel but you shorter than the other sisters she has blonde hair wavy and curly but it’s your short old 80s style she’s always wearing sunglasses so is Rachel I never found out what it meant until recently I move in town called our fault which is pretty creepy but what these girls do it’s creepy .

 Carrie is the eldest real name is Kathy but she likes to be called caddy maybe because she’s chatty  anyways she is dating Trent at the time and it was weird it was awkward I found this out recently and was brutal terrible and she snaps at me for it she’s the oldest no one‘s really sure of her age I have all the sisters she’s the only one that covers or air just wear sunglasses she just covers her hair was this weird headband that covers her tire head I personally think it’s I’ll dad color on her but whatever .

Traveling To California part 1

                        In the summer, I traveled to California by car with my grandma and uncle.
We saw different places and it was really good experience for me. Me and my uncle hated the hotness in Nevada but it was worth it. It only took about two days to get to California because we didn't stop to get some sleep. While on the way to California all the we ate was hamburgers, it was the only thing  there was.

Flowers 💐

When you pick a flower, a life comes to an end.

When you pick a flower ,rain misses its friend .

When you pick a flower, it starts to slowly die .

When you pick a flower, your love life starts to die because when you give it to he she says as if she could kill you “ how wonderful, you , killed IT.” 

 I wrote this because of my anxiety. These aren't anywhere near the questions that pop up in my head, but they demonstrate the ongoing questions that occur. I wrote a part two on the way the answers to these questions go unnoticed due to stress. I have less anxiety now, and this is no longer an issue for me. Enjoy!


Where does the line end?
                                        How do we know?
                                                                     Why do we write on his line for fun?
                                                                                                                               Is this the definition of fun?
      Can you tell me?
                                Are you even there?
                                                               Are you even real?
                                                                                            Am I even real?
                                                                                                                    What does it mean to be real?
      How do you see it?
                                    Can you even see?
                                                                 Do I see it differently than you? 
                                                                                                                   Tell me please!!

D.J.

okay just forget who i am right now and don't judge me... but i kinda need help i don't know what to do...

i'm sad all the time  and i act like i'm fine so no one would make me talk about it

i don't like to talk about it because then i cry and i don't like crying in front of people because I'm judged because of it

i'm mostly crying because of family and really personal things 

and sometimes my boyfriend but he only makes me cry because he's sad and it hurts me when hes sad even though he doesn't think it makes me sad but it does it makes me really sad because i always want him to be happy

sometimes i don't know how to help him and i wish i knew how to help but i can't and it makes me sad because i feel like i only make things worse for him

i wrote a poem for him but i'll show you guys... i guess

i wish i knew the words to say 

i wish i could be the best for you 

i wish i knew how to tell you that everything is going to be okay 

i wish i had the words to tell you how much i don't want you to be sad

i wish i could just give you hugs to make you feel better 

i know i cant control when your sad but i do wish i could help you

Religion

Rejoice!

For this everlasting covenant has become your destiny
And as you sit on this hill, Enter your mind.
Think of light. Of the sun and the moon.
Give no judgement on the brilliance of this reality
just know that your life force— woven of knowledge, discipline, strength, and desire is connected to all of this.
Now sadden yourself as you feel your thrones secrets weighing down on you, and hear the valley winds whisper silent warnings in your ears.
This is a harsh reality, but I will be your guide.
Therefore you must not fall into an abyss that seems to knoweth not of compassion, or wisdom. Though it might seem that in all directions there is naught but a harsh wind
or that you are lost in a dense forest
know that I am all seeing, all knowing, and I am miraculous.
You may feel meek and small, but you are a peacemaker.
So— for your spirits sake— you shall be blessed with my light.
You will no longer be lost in a valley

but a ruler on a mountain.

Depression my view.

Depression




Depression is when something in your life breaks you down in an unhealthy level,it is like you are a rag doll put together with love and trust and truth but one day your seams are pulled from you one by one and all you feel is pain.

Or you are a paper white paper crisp and perfect then some thing unperfect happens ink black ink is poured onto you you are no longer perfect if you ever feel this way talk to a parent or a close friend don’t do something permanent or painful  that won’t hurt you but it will hurt the ones that love you like me.

The eyes of a child

Thirteen, to old for anyone to want me.
A girl with black skin not to black but dark enough to bring her bright vivid blue eyes.
Her name unknown even her “family “ forgot about her they  only care about the money that they get for fostering her.
Walking to a familiar home ,a nice sweet lovely home with a wonderful family inside that is her best friends home no the home next to it on the left looked like something from the series of unfortunate events, she enters the home by digging up the key from the dead garden.

She enters then she hears “ You stupid foster child were have you been not at that art club I banned you from, are you wearing my jewelry?!....” the drunk stupid foster parent said with a snarky attitude her hair barely looked good it looked like a perm tried to hang itself, and her dress was itty bitty neon pink and bairily covered her butt , she has bags under her eyes and a soda can that reeks from being used for beer and Tabasco over and over again. Her name was Devon nasrzca.

But before I get to answer I get hit over and over I run to my room flying all her yells and shouts blur as I run up the stairs to the attic my room and I looked the door and as I go over to my bed I hear “ she has never hit you that hard before.” Crush said  said for a 14 year old he is able to read the room ( and my buruses and cigaret burns ). Me and him have been together since we had parents that’s a long time.

Well it’s okay now ,me and him hug and I start humming a song mother taught me to rocking myself  back an forth humming til we both fell asleep ,but It did not last long because I hear thud ,thud coming up the old cracking wood stairs.
All I hear is crack,stumbling over and over again , by this time my crush Anthony started to become uncomfortable.


Alright turn in next time for the tales of “the eyes of a child “. 

Lexi 

If love was real

As I watch and I wait for someone  that needs me, I see the mail man coming to my door .
I go outside to get the mail and all I have is bills (rent is due)  and a small pink envelope that only says ‘to the one who ruined my life, love’ .

 Well, I am hurt, so I chose a personality that would not attract too much attention ...Miley valentine. I like her because she is like me —Tall.Smart Pretty and of course popular so as I make my way down from home , I see my target about 13year old girl  who looked sad so I come down in front of her.
She looked like she had not slept in days so I asked “ why call me this I did not ‘ ruin ‘ your life you did that I just gave the image .”
 “Who are you “ she said then pointed at the worn faded letter “and how did you get that , it’s not yours “.

“Yes it is , how about we go to your home so we can have a nice talk because we are in New York and you look crazy talking to me  , everyone else can see me and also you can too  . So let’s go.” I said to the confused girl.

We walked to his home in silence for 12 minuets when we go there i noticed his room was like any teen aged boy and after talking for a while I found out her name , and what happened . So I found out that her bff has a crush on her crush and her BFF gave a letter to him and he made fun of it and she started to cry .
“Do you still love him ?” I ask “yes “ she said as her voice cracked .” Well “ I started “ let me introduce my self my name is love and this letter you wrote me, I am here to help any one who wishes that they had love in their lives.” I put my hand out for him to shake  “Lexi my name is Lexi  , nice to meet you .” She smiled but not much but just enough for she to still have hope in love (me ).

 So I asked “ who are they or what is there names ?”she told me and I told her I was going to be right back and she asked who I was going to and I told her the boys home .

 As I left I thought about something I have not thought about in a while “what or who would my crush be so I’m not really love but I’m considered a Matchmaker so I whanted to help so I will.” I shut the door and proceed out to the young boys home .



Okay hoped you like the beginning of love ❤️ so see you next time with the next page of this small series.

In my Music Box

In My Music Box 

I believe that poetry hides in my music box. In the slippers of the porcelain ballerina with the fiery red dress, dancing beneath the pearl encrusted frame. The sweet and sharp melody ringing from it. From the music box that was given to my grandmother over 50 years ago. I can see the awe in her eyes whenever she winds it up. Her laughter. Her long, red, silky hair hanging in messy ringlets. In her blue and white church dress, and shiny black shoes, her toothless smile.

Losing the feeling

     The worst pain I have felt, you probably think it's jumping of that cliff into the water but and you probably think its that end of the year test that will make or break you grade. No its having the feeling  of a team then you not being apart of it because you physically can't. Recently I have injured my back  and the worst pain was not being to be with my team and play with them. So instead of playing football on Saturday I get to sit the bench.

Heaven

〜๏Out there is Heaven,

where you believe you go when you die.

A place that is high up in the sky

where no one can be found.

A place you can be whatever you want.

A place judgement is not found.

Somewhere you can find what you need,

somewhere you can go back how you want.

A place you can be found on who you

actually are.

Heaven can help you up on mistakes that are made.

Heaven, somewhere that might not NEED to be found

but somewhere you can find.๏〜

Champs!

♥️a black and white thing only
sometimes on a screen,
gets kicked and doesn't care
sails through the air,
only one feeling when it hits net,
it shall never be touched by hand says ole ref,
this is the thing that can change a game
one score,
then a roar,
the team has finished their opportunity
the raining champs of their community.♥️

Life a River

 This is one of the first things I wrote this year, and also one of my favorites, and now i'm writing it again here at the end, glad for school to finally be over, but sad to leave behind so many memories.

 Life is like a river
in the way it moves
in the way it runs
In the flow, life is like a river

Life always carries on
with or without you
like a river

Life has ups, and it has downs,
like a river does
But all things eventually end,
Just like a river does.

Life is like a river

 I wrote this next to an amazing river in Green Mountain Falls over looking a lake.


Life is like a river, winding and strait.
Rivers provide fun and joy give others the chance to play.
Let beautiful things float, sink the things that bring you down.
If things block your way find a way around.
At some points you might be fast some slow.
Provide life and food for your friends.
Lets things grow beside you.
Lets the light shine strait through you
and show the beauty you hold inside

Track

Trying to beat the my competition, I do and win the blue
Ribbon. Then you wait for the next event,
After you win that you get to go and get some
Concessions, then the best part you get to see who you
Killed in the races

Book : the time that should last ,chapter one : the beginning of the end

Alright, where should I start. Well, how about the beginning of the end, okay? When you were small or young,did you have that one movie speak to you saying,“ If you what to be happy, be mean," well I’m not the type who trips people in the hallway, no, I’m the one being tripped .

     So let’s get something strait, I’m an ecstravert, that means I’m loud and out there, but when middle school came a round the corner... but before you could say BOBS YOUR UNCLE poof I was in 7th grade school .

Sorry, my name is Lexi true Elisabeth *****lame but that’s my name so get used to it, I can’t show my last name because well you may make fun of me  .
So I’ve been told not to show my self so I bended the rules so I found this photo I think looks like me so you could think of something while you read this . This story is based of of random true events know one knows but me so this are a bunch of stories that are not really one so now you know me so .

Alright hope you like it tune in next tine 

Robin

Smash, Bags off, Door closed

It all starts with a scan,

My slaves have a cup of coffee in hand.

My door swings open,

My lights go on. 

People get on,

Bags go up.

My door swings closed, 

Then my day starts.

The people who pay me,

Get pushed to my seats.

My signs go off.

The clicking cart comes and goes. 

Bathroom Break.

Signs on.

Down we go.

Smash.

Bags off. 

Their day gets a break,

But I keep going.

Till one,

Smash.

Bags off.

Door swings closed,

And I get a break.

championship

tied all game
tied after overtime
went to penalties

she shot first
SCORE

the other team is up
they make it
our side is now silent with nothing to say

again, she shoots
she misses
the crowds silent once more

it goes back and forth from their on

only till its all on our goaly,
she saves it!

we all run to her
there we can finally relax

Flower

You can be any flower you want
Every flower is different

You are first a seed
You don’t know what’s going on in the real world
You just stay in the peaceful and comfortable place

Then you sprout. You have to sprout
You see how the sun is so bright
You feel how the air is clear
You see how the real world is dark
You feel how it’s cold

You might get stepped on
But up you stand again
You feel how sad the real world is
But you get over it

And after a long time, you finally become a gorgeous, beautiful and special flower

Like I said,
You can be any flower you want
Every flower is different









(I wrote this with Mia Alexander)