Everybody has an untold story; They just need to find someone who will listen.

Sunday, September 16, 2012

It is the best when you realize he isn't just someone you like alot//
he's your bestfriend too.
We are just dorks together.
We laugh so hard.
I sing to him.
We go on drives up the canyon.
He tickles me to death.
We go on late night hot chocolate runs.
I go see the things he does for work.
and he watches me play the piano.
We drive for miles and miles and let the music play.
He always lets me plug my ipod on.
I have never once heard a word of complaint from him while I play my music.
from Taylor Swift
to Linkin Park
to Jason Aldean
to Imagine Dragons.
He will listen to it all.
I love it.
Him and my mom talk.
//she loves him//
We star gaze in 53 degree weather.
He laughs at my passenger seat driving.
and I laugh at his laugh.
We smear twinky on eachothers faces.
He never fails to get me home on time.
He listens to me.
He always lets me pick the movie;
he will sit through the notebook and not complain a word.
We go to parks and sit in the shade.
We go horseback riding.
We go camping.
He taught me how to shoot a gun.
He has me read my book, and just looks at me while I do.
//which makes it very hard to concentrate on the story//
He gave me a kitten.
We share secrets, hopes, and dreams.
We sing to Taylor Swift and laugh.
I smile alot now.
He texts me goodmorning and goodnight.
He lets me borrow his hoodies.
We talk for hours and hours.
He opens my car door and buckles me in.
We go on ice cream runs.
Anything I crave he makes sure I have.
He lets me decide what we do.
He sent me roses on valentines day.
We go fourwheeling.
He knows me better than anyone else.
He stands up for me in any situation.
He is a true friend who has my back, and won't talk smack behind it.
vice versa.
We go school shopping together.
He waits patiently for me to try on 50 articles of clothing.
He's going to teach me how to drive stick.
He makes me feel beautiful in large T shirts.
We spend all day at car shows
and have gone on many other adventures.
He never fails to make me happy.
I smile everyday because of him.

Tuesday, September 11, 2012


September 11, 2012.
Today came and I tried not to think hard about what today really was.
I wore a black dress to school, to honor all those who lost their lives.
I treated today just like any other day.
Well I tried to.
This day breaks my heart.
I find myself sick to my stomach when I stop and think about it.
It's not something we Americans can comprehend.
even still to this day.
I don't understand.
I can't even express how I feel.
I am just so angry.
and confused.
I dont know how a person could do that.
How could this happen to America.
...to think somebody had intentions to run into those buildings... and actually kill people... I just don't understand.
I just can't even think too much about it, because then I get angry.
It makes me want to throw up.
That takes a lot of gut.
Alot of hate... to do something like that..
I dont understand how a person could actually bring themself to do such a thing...
It just doesn't make sense in my head.
Here is a painting I found online reflecting 9/11.
For art I had to do some research and I just read a couple things about this artist that broke my heart.
He claims that he started a painting of the World Trade Centers
and he had all the red flames and smoke in it.
once he finished this painting, he took a look at it.
and then destroyed it.
He said he couldn't stomach the way it looked.
It made him angry to look at.
So he started another painting, which is the one above.
He made it kind of smeary and smudgy
because he didn't want to remember what the burning down trade centers looked like.
because that's not what we should dwell on.
When we look back on this horrible tragedy that occurred September 11, 2001
we should remember all those who lost their lives.
All those poor children who's daddy didn't come home from work that day...
We, as americans, should always treat this day with respect.
and remember all those who lost their lives.
My heart and prayers go out to anyone who was affected by this dreadful day.

Monday, September 10, 2012

d r e a m s

What If i told you we could get out of here?
Get out of here as in pack all your things, runaway with me and never look back.
We'd pack up your truck.
Drive for miles and miles.
I have no clue where we'd go, but as long as it's far from here I don't care where we end up.
I've got a piggy bank we could smash open and stay in a motel 6.
We would be as happy as a 6 year old in a candy store.
Nobody would have to know a thing.
I'd throw my cell phone out the window and watch it break into pieces in the rear veiw mirrior.
I'm sure after time people would begin to wonder about us.
Some would have suspected it
others may call us foolish
but some may be a tad jealous we got out of this broke down used up town.
-we would never look back-
Start a new life in some new town filled with new faces.
We would never have to worry about sunday dinners at the in laws or family get togethers.
We would definatley have a good story to tell.
no doubt.

and those we told our story to would either
admire us
think we are crazy.

So what do you say?
What if I told you we could get out of here.