Hola my little writers, how are you today? We are going to be talking about some tea (gossip) from my school. All names will remain unknown, or shown as code names. Me and my friend are having a small issue with somebody she like and would like some advice. 
Here is what is happening....

Joe: the person she likes
Delphi: my friend
Lucy: another girl

(Not real names)

Okay so, Delphi has been crushing on Joe for a while now,...

Hola my little writers, how are you today? We are going to be talking about some tea (gossip) from my school. All names will remain unknown, or shown as code names. Me and my friend are having a small issue with somebody she like and would like some advice. 
Here is what is happening....

Joe: the person she likes
Delphi: my friend
Lucy: another girl

(Not real names)

Okay so, Delphi has been crushing on Joe for a while now,...

Waves on a distant shore
As I drift, further, further
Looking back to the life I left behind

Flames, fore, heat

Soon nothing but an orange glow
Faint in the sunlight
Goodbye old friend

Raise a glass
To new beginnings
Remember who was before

The flames, the fire, the end

You want to kill something. Someone. 

To feel the life drain out of their body and become obsolete. To remind yourself that your life is so insignificant, and yet you can end so many others. 

You are sitting in a waiting room. The sticky vinyl floor has an airbubble that you play with at your feet. You push it back and forth, as a way to distance yourself from your want. 

You want to kill someone.

You've done it before....

Ingredients: 
3 cups butter
2 cups powdered sugar
5 1/4 cups flour
3 tsp. pure vanilla extract (or if you're like me, 3 capfuls)
9-10 Earl Grey tea bags (with double bergamot for a stronger flavours)
*Makes 84 cookies*

    Butter; a substance slippery to the touch. Great on toast, scones, pancakes, potatoes, and broccoli, or simply by the finger scoop if you are a child under the age of eight. Butter is used in baking to help increase the flavour...

    Hello again! I am back with some more poems, these are my favorites, to be honest, out of all my other ones. By the way, my friend wants me to tell you guys that I wrote these for my English Assignments. Although that is true, I still love to write poems. The first one is about my grandma, who is a teacher and an amazing cook. Also she is a huge feminist! The second is about painting, and even though...

    Hello again! I am back with some more poems, these are my favorites, to be honest, out of all my other ones. By the way, my friend wants me to tell you guys that I wrote these for my English Assignments. Although that is true, I still love to write poems. The first one is about my grandma, who is a teacher and an amazing cook. Also she is a huge feminist! The second is about painting, and even though...

In my neighborhood, just down the street, there is a house. 
Sometimes I like to get on my bike and ride down the road and stare at it. Why?
Because it is my dream house.
It has big dormer windows that look out over the lawn and a big shady oak tree that provides shade all day long and a big wraparound porch with twinkle lights and potted plants hanging from the top. 
I don't know who lives in the...

When my mama greets me, she always says, "Hello beautiful."
One time when joking around, I said, "I'm not beautiful, I'm gorgeous."

I've realized everyone doesn't get to hear these words.
Hello
beautiful,
gorgeous,
handsome,
and everything in between.

Verse one- Stuck in the spotlight, all eyes on you
don’t know what’s coming, how could you
The fear in your eyes reflects to mine 
The voice that I hear trembles every line
Bridge- hair blowing, smile glowing that’s the girl I know
Smooth voice making a choice, that’s the girl I know but, 
Chorus- You stand there on your own too afraid to face the crowd
Don't be scared be who you are and sing it loud cause
you're...

Waves on a distant shore
As I drift, further, further
Looking back to the life I left behind

Flames, fore, heat

Soon nothing but an orange glow
Faint in the sunlight
Goodbye old friend

Raise a glass
To new beginnings
Remember who was before

The flames, the fire, the end

You want to kill something. Someone. 

To feel the life drain out of their body and become obsolete. To remind yourself that your life is so insignificant, and yet you can end so many others. 

You are sitting in a waiting room. The sticky vinyl floor has an airbubble that you play with at your feet. You push it back and forth, as a way to distance yourself from your want. 

You want to kill someone.

You've done it before....

Ingredients: 
3 cups butter
2 cups powdered sugar
5 1/4 cups flour
3 tsp. pure vanilla extract (or if you're like me, 3 capfuls)
9-10 Earl Grey tea bags (with double bergamot for a stronger flavours)
*Makes 84 cookies*

    Butter; a substance slippery to the touch. Great on toast, scones, pancakes, potatoes, and broccoli, or simply by the finger scoop if you are a child under the age of eight. Butter is used in baking to help increase the flavour...

In my neighborhood, just down the street, there is a house. 
Sometimes I like to get on my bike and ride down the road and stare at it. Why?
Because it is my dream house.
It has big dormer windows that look out over the lawn and a big shady oak tree that provides shade all day long and a big wraparound porch with twinkle lights and potted plants hanging from the top. 
I don't know who lives in the...

Why
Why does rereading your pieces bring tears to my eyes

How
How can such simple pieces make me so sad

When
When will the pain stop

4:46 a.m.

it is early, early, and a clear cool bird song
startles me awake. in the darkness before dawn
a single bird cries out.

it is a strong melody, and soon it is joined
by other voices. still it rises above, and
weaves within, rising and falling
to the rhythm of my own beating heart.

oh, to be a bird, to sing with the sun's brilliant orchestra!

i listen, thrilled, to the starting of a day,
deep in the...

    The tantalizing smell of caramelized onions, the Tumeric with its bitter mustard-like smell, and the sharp floral note of fried spices filled the kitchen as the tadak was getting prepared. My mom was making masoor daal, a lentil curry using pulses of yellow lentils. The spices and other foods that give the daal its flavour are fried; this is called tadak, while she boiled the lentils. Daal is a classic dish that everyone from India and Pakistan eats, and...

    The tantalizing smell of caramelized onions, the Tumeric with its bitter mustard-like smell, and the sharp floral note of fried spices filled the kitchen as the tadak was getting prepared. My mom was making masoor daal, a lentil curry using pulses of yellow lentils. The spices and other foods that give the daal its flavour are fried; this is called tadak, while she boiled the lentils. Daal is a classic dish that everyone from India and Pakistan eats, and...

"Red Bull in my hands, feels like I got wings
Lotta people in my face but I can't hear a thing
It's like my head's up in the clouds, head's up in the clouds
And I ain't coming' down, no"

"Just turn the music on, let me get lost
I swear Im'a lose it if someone turns it off
What are you out your mind? You must be out your mind
Just turn the music up, turn the music up"
...

• about a day when everyone except you is asleep; how do you spend it? (cloudi)

I never sleep. Its hard, mum takes me to see a doctor who tells me to take pills called Eszopiclone. I don't take them, they give me headaches and make me sick. They taste bad too, making my mouth dry afterwards. I count down from 60 waiting for my alarm to go off. Mum should be leaving soon but I didn't hear her get...