Complications

I haven't posted on this blog in awhile and I really should. I have a lot of stuff I'd love to share.  So to start, I will post a poem I wrote a bit ago before finally realizing what direction was right:

Emotions running high

Confusion fills my veins

My heart

My mind

You're so sweet

We feel so right

But complications pull on me;

Why does he appear

With you my heart starts beating 

I know that you are true

But when the indecisive one

Comes to show his face

He tries to pull me away from you

Which is something that I hate.

Yet every time he's close to me

it feels so out of place

I think how I want you instead

avoiding my pushing fate.

Really, A Friend?

     Ok I know I always say that you shouldn't dwell on bad things, but have you ever noticed that the best things in life always seem to have a complication in them? Especially when it involves high school drama.  Now I try to steer clear of drama, but sometimes it is just unavoidable.  When I talk about high school drama, I am pretty much discussing your relationship with friends.  You don't want to loose a friend or gain enemies because of decisions you make, but sometimes friends make something that makes you the happiest stressful and try to destroy it.  And through this, your friend ruins your opportunity r ruins some of your other relationships....It's sad that a friend would do something like that.  Can't they just let you live your life and let you be happy? I don't know.  I know I'm being vague, but I kind of have to be.  Especially if I want other to be able to relate to this a bit as well.  Do any of you have friends that seem to ruin events, friendships, relationships, or opportunities for you?

Ignoring Simple Requests?

    So I have adapted this weird thing where I kind of like to be alone on occasion and I also don't like to talk to people ALL the time.  Granted, this use to be different until talking to people all the time started getting old and I began to get annoyed by how much I talked to them.  I mean, yes, I love talking to my friends, but we don't have to talk 24-7.  It's especially bad if you see them every day and then talk to them after school and all the time when you don't see each other.  I don't know, I guess I find constant interaction kind of annoying...I don't mean to sound rude or anything, I mean if someone texts me or messages me, I will answer, but sometimes I just dread starting a conversation and debate pretending I don't see the message, yet I never do.
     The problem with this is that some people seem to always want to talk and I feel bad saying I don't want to. But when I do tell them I don't want to talk to people as much, don't want to use social networking as much, and not text as much, they still text, message, ect me.  This is where the idea of ignoring things comes in.  With these people, did they ignore me when I said that I didn't want to talk all the time or are they trying to force me to talk to them because they know I feel bad if I don't answer or even guilt me into talking to them at times?  It's almost like; are they trying to change me?
     I know it's weird to want to be alone and not talk to people as much, but if I see you every single day, I don't have to text/message you all the time...I want me time and sometimes it's nice to not have to carry on a conversation.  Plus I feel I get a little sick of people if I see them so much and talk to them constantly.  Hopefully that isn't too weird.  What do you guys think? Do you ever think something you want is ignored by people close to you or they don't like what you want so they try to force change?

Everyone's Happiness, But Your Own

     Ok, so I finally have a topic.  It's the idea of being kind to everyone around you and wanting to make everyone happy, even if it means that you are upset.  This seems to be a problem many people have.  The happiness of others and your friendships are more important to you than maybe something that makes you the happiest.  The problem then becomes, when you do something that hurts another person, but makes you happy, you end up feeling terrible about it...Now I know people say that sometimes you need to do what's best for you, but that is hard when your personality contradicts this.  Obviously, you should choose good things for yourself at times, but it can be hard and hurt.  So question for all of you.  Is doing something that makes you very happy worth hurting one or two people, especially friends, even if it makes you feel terrible?

“Battle of the Elements”

Free Verse: (I love this one)

red and orange light glows

the hot flames lick the trees

by the command of the fire god

who wants to destroy everything new and green

and cover the world in corrupted flame.

goddess of water must protect

purity and innocence of the young mind;

she commands water to parch the flames.

water wants to keep them green,

leave the child young and free.

fire wishes to disagree

thinking youthful minds need charring debris.

in this battle of opposing elements,

who will prevail?

will the world end in flame

or will water reign?

will the children be forced to lose all innocence?

come of age before their time?

or will the new growth survive to live another day?

Band of the Ages

Free Verse:

“She Loves You”
“Love Me Do”

“Please Please Me”

“From Me Too.”

reaching the top

of national charts

didn’t keep the band

from falling apart.

After ten years,

the band collapsed,

realizing their concerts were not as before,

not about the music anymore.

1970 the band was done

and the members began solo runs.

Part of the band was tragically lost

when in 1980,

John Lennon was shot .

2001 lung cancer attacked

and guitarist Harrison died from that.

Today we still have

McCartney and Starr,

who are trying to save

the band’s last memoirs.

The Soldier's Wife

Alright, so I've run out of topics at the moment, so I will post some of my stuff from creative writing on here as filler:)  Hopefully you enjoy it! This is my sonnet:) Yes, it is a bit depressing, but I like it none the less!

Each week she received letters

from a man who left in leather

a man who left his wife for war.

He wrote to her and her heart began to soar,

he was returning home from war.

Eventually, the doorbell rang

and she rushed to the door to hang

on the man she had missed for so many years

and share in many happy tears.

She flung open the door to find,

two dreaded men with faces too kind

to be bringing her good news.

They handed her a folded up flag and

she fell to the ground, his dogtags in hand.