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Living My Life Through Writing

United States

Lives in Oregon
In the 10th Grade
Born in San Diego
Supporter of LGBT Community(Bi)
Ravenclaw(HUGE Harry Potter Fan)

Message from Writer

Writing is more to me than the world, because writing makes the world the place that it is.
You are welcome to suggest any poems or stories and I can try to write them.
~For All Writers~
~From Madison~

Published Work

This Great Universe

I am lost
In this great universe
Trying to find someone
Who cares 
Who shows me the truth
I don't want someone who wants me
I don't want the boy who likes me
And I know it sounds crazy
But I know he is not the one for me
I don't even want to bother with it
It makes me happy to know there is someone
But he is not the one
Sure he likes me
He just doesn't have a good personality
Sure I kinda like him
But his personality changes everything
So I am still lost in this great universe
Looking for someone who cares
Someone who shows me the truth
In this great lying deceitful universe

Universal Language

There is the language of joy. It is the one thing we can all rely on, the one thing that everyone feels, longs to feel or has felt in their lifetime.  Although, the one thing about the universal language of joy is that there is always a point that most of us reach, where we no longer feel that joy and we feel as if it has escaped us. Even in this point, there is a hope to feel that joy again, even if we can't see, feel or know that it is there. At one point in time, I used to think that joy came from being accepted, by people, even the ones who hate you. I used to think that they controlled my happiness and my joy. I can tell you something about that though, looking for approval in others, all others, one other, or a few others, will never ever bring you joy or happiness. You have...

Part of A World

Part of a World 
Where everything is strange
And everyone is different
Sometimes there is someone
Who will actually understand the pain
And the love
And the joy 
And the hurt 
Of Living 
And being
Part of a World 
Where it seems like I don't exist 
In this strange Beautiful place 
Part of a World

One Word, One thing

So many things
Keep me up at night
The hate
The love
The pain 
And the joy of this world
It makes a big difference
When you say one word 
Or do one thing
You could destroy someone
Something
Or you could build someone up 
Save someone

Long, Lost Life

Long life 
Filled with sorrows
Lost sorrow
Filled with love
Long love
Filled with joy
Lost joy 
Filled with hate
Long hate 
Filled with emptiness
Lost emptiness
Filled with life
Long life
 

You Are Not Welcome Here

You are not welcome here
In this town filled with 
Other people's tears
You are not welcome here 
In this place I hid away from
Other people's fears
You are not welcome here 
In this heart filled with 
Other people's tears
You are not welcome here
In this place that I have built from 
Other people's fears
I am not welcome here
In this town filled with
My own tears
I am not welcome here 
In the place they hid away from
My own fears
I am not welcome here 
In this heart filled with 
My own tears
I am not welcome here 
In this place that they have built from 
My own fears

 

Story

Mrs. White opens the door to see who it was knocking. Quickly, I rush to her. Both of us walk out only to see a dark, desolate street with one flickering street lamp. Slowly and sadly, we both return to the comforts of our house. When we are inside, I tell Mrs. White we should return to bed. She replies with, 
    “I would rather wait. Someone was knocking and I want to know who. It might be my son.” 
    “It was probably just someone with the wrong address. We should return to bed before more bad consequences come from this monkey’s paw.” I try to console her. 
    “I will stay.” 
    I begin to walk up the stairs, and then the knocking begins again. I walk back down the stairs I have ascended. Only to find the door open, bolts all unlocked and Mrs. White gone. I drop to my knees and begin to cry. Only to...

The Most Important Thing

There are things that I wish I could tell people
The most important one is about who I am 
Eventually it will get out 
And then I will probably be dead
I miss who I used to be 
The girl I once was
Before I thought I could be anything
It would be better to know nothing 
Than to know what I know now
I want to be free 
From the burdens of being who I am 

My Birthday

This day 
15 years ago
At 12:59 pm 
I was born
Yes technically it's my birthday 
But it doesnt really feel like one
Not when my dad is sick
My brothers are constantly arguing
My sister is constantly being rude 
And my step-mom making me a slave
I just wanted one day where I could be me
Hang out with my friends
Kiss my girlfriend
Love who I wanted to 
Be who I was 
Without the Judgement and 
Without the hate
 

One-Liner

The World In One Sentence

The world has it's beauty but people seem to like to destroy it. 

The Difference

The difference between this year 
and the last year 
of school
is that most of my friends hate me
i have gained some new ones
but 
people wont quit talking about
drama and 
you know all 
the other stupid stuff that comes from 
school
 

Two Stars and Their Dream

Two stars 
In the night sky
Hoping for a new life
Two stars 
Reaching for each other
They want to be closer
Two stars
Only wishing to fall 
Out of the night sky 
And onto the word below
Two stars 
Waiting for their moment
To fall to earth
Two stars
Not wanting to wait 
Any longer 
Two Stars 
Reaching 
Two Stars 
Pulling 
Two Stars 
Colliding
Into a cloud of stardust
Stardust 
Falling
Stardust 
Falling 
Falling 
Falling
Stardust 
Landing 
Landing 
On Earth
God 
Taking The Stardust
Forming it into Adam
God 
Taking Adam's Rib 
Taking More Stardust
Forming Eve
Two Stars 
Who finally achieved 
Thier dream
 

Firsts

I fell in love 
With her on day one
When she was the first
To take my book away 
From my face
And ask me my name
But I didn't realize it then 
I fell in love 
With her even more 
When others started to trickle in  
She still took her time 
With me
I still didn't realize it 
I fell in love 
With her the day she moved away
She was my first friend 
In this town I live in 
She was so many firsts
I didn't realize still 
That she was the love of my life
We still talked 
Even after a year
I was starting to think
That maybe I wasn't 
Straight 
At least all the way
I was still in love
With her
It's been almost 
One and a half years
Since she left 
But now
I know 
That I love her 
And she loves me 
She has saved me 
And now she is 
One more...

Hope

Hopefully one day 
He will get better
He will be strong again
Hopefully one day
The Poems will 
Go away
But ever since it came
It has taken everything from me
It has ruined my father
The one who has always been there
To support me 
Help me and 
He has always cared so much
For me 
My siblings 
And now his life is destroyed 
Hopefully one day 
He will get better

One Day

One day 
You are going 
To lose someone 
Or something 
That means 
The world 
To you 
If you already 
Know what 
It feels like
Then warn the others
Who have never known 
That pain
Because it is the worst feeling
Your heart 
Your soul 
Your life 
Have been crushed 
By this pain 
That has replaced every 
Last 
Feeling 
Of Joy

A Devil In White

Days
weeks
months
of knowing you
i thought i could put my trust in you
but then i figured out how i was wrong
oh so so wrong
you were with her
i was with him
they werent there so you leaned in
i tried to tell you no
i tried to push you away
but then you kissed me for the first time that day
little did i know you would do it again
not just one kiss or even two but three
you made me into someone i was not
becuase i tried to tell them
that just because you wore white
that just because you looke innocent
you were not
the words of truth came spilling out onto paper
i gave them letters to try and make it all stop
make the guilt
the pain
the hurt inside stop
they didnt believe me
because you told them
that you were  exactly who they thought
but little did...

On Courage

Gone

My home
It was once a welcoming home. 
Until I took down the 
Bricks
And destroyed the walls
Around my heart

Then I found myself 
And who I really was
And who I really loved

I loved a girl
I had known my whole life
The one who was my best friend
And told her 
And know together we conquer our lives

But my parents tried to tell me
That, this was one thing that is not right
So I am hiding behind the brick walls
That i used to think were
Gone

Just some stuff

What sucks is when you try to tell everyone how you feel and they block you out. 

Refuge

Refuge

Everybody has a different defintion of refuge. For me, refuge is more than a place, it is people. People who make you feel loved, people who make you feel safe, people who make you feel at home. Refuge is people, refuge is a place, where you feel safe, happy, loved and at home. 

I Don't Know What To Do

The darkness closes in
The sadness is coming
Everything is changing
I don't know what to do
The darkness is coming
The sadness closes in 
I don't know what to do
The light has been hidden
And the happiness is hidden to
The darkness has taken over
And the sadness is now my happy
I don't know what to do
My life feels like it is ending
And there is nothing left 
The darkness has captured me
And the sadness has taken over 
The light has left me 
And the happiness has lost its throne
I don't know what to do
 

Winter Sensory Poem

Winter is Happiness.
The color of a frozen lake on which many people ice skate and the gray clouds that hold the brilliant white snow. 
It feels like snowflakes on your skin, the joy of building a snowman and the warmth of family and friends.
It sounds like children playing, Christmas music, and family gatherings. 
It has the smell of rain but not quite the same, warming up next to the crackling fire, and the wonderful spices of cinnamon and ginger.
It tastes like fresh homemade sugar cookies, hot cocoa after a long day in the cold, and freezing cold peppermint. 
Winter is Happiness.

Colors

I wake up each day to see red. 
Ruby, Crimson, Wine, Rose, Jam, Red. 
Every day I see red.

She wakes up each day to see Blue. 
Cobalt, Berry, Artic, Peacock, Spruce, Blue. 
Every day she sees blue. 

He wakes up each day to see Green. 
Emerald, Juniper, Mint, Pear, Lime, Green. 
Every day he sees green. 





 

When You Love Someone

When you love someone
And you know they don't love you
It hurts
When you love someone
And they ignore you because they know
It hurts
When you love someone
And you watch them love someone else
It hurts
When you love someone
And you know they don't love you 
It hurts
When you love someone  

There Was Once A Girl

There was once a girl 
Innocent and Young
She always thought that her life was great
There was once a girl 
Innocent and Young

She always thought her parents would always love each other
There was once a girl 
Innocent and Young 

Who thought that everything was always going to be alright
There was once a girl
Who grew up in the 2nd grade

She realized that people are truly mean
There was once a girl
Who grew up in the 2nd grade

She realized that nothing was ever truly okay
There was once a girl 
Who grew up in the 2nd grade

She realized that her parents wouldn't always love each other
There was once a girl
Who lost her mother

She realized that her life was not great
There was once a girl 
Who lost her mother

She realized that everything was never going to be okay
There was once a girl 
Who lost her mother

She knew...

Rejection

Rejection is the worst feeling in the world
When you know that someone doesn't love you 
And they most likely never will
Rejection is the worst feeling in the world
When you love someone so much 
And you tell them but they will never love you
Rejection is the worst feeling in the world
Worse than pain
Worse than hurt
Worse than everything else
Rejection is the worst feeling in the world
And it hurts so bad 
When you love someone so much 
But you know that they will never love you
Rejection in the worst feeling in the world. 

Black and White

Colors of everything surround me 
I am not sure what to think 
I don't know what to do 
Colors of everything surround me
I am not sure what happened
To everything that was once 
As easy to read as black and white

Bright Blood Red

Bright Blood Red
On the White Paper
Bright Blood Red 
On the Silver Pen
Bright Blood Red
Being Spilt With Words 
Out of The Silver Pen
Bright Blood Red 
On the White Paper
 

100 Published Pieces!!!!!

We have reached 100 published pieces. Thank you all so much for reading them all and giving your support. Writing for people has always been a dream of mine. This website has changed my whole life. I have found many amazing writers and I have become a more amazing writer myself. So thank you all for your continous and endless support. 
 

Rumour

There's always a rumour going around
People don't realize 
There's always a rumour going around
People don't realize 
The rumour going around is going to hurt 
People don't realize 
The rumour going around could be about them
There's always a rumour going around
That is about you 
That is about someone you love
That is about someone 
There's always a rumour going around
A rumour that makes someone 
Want to quit being here
Want to be done with people
Want to give up all trust
Want to give up everything
There's always a rumour going around

Feelings

How does it make you feel?
When someone betrays everything
When someone breaks you down so much
How does it make you feel?
When you know what happened
When you know the truth
How does it make you feel?
When no one believes you 
When you tell the simple truth
How does it make you feel?
When you have lost everything
When you have nothing left
How does it make you feel?
When you told the truth but no one care
When you told the truth but no one believes 

It makes me feel 
Broken
It makes me feel 
Lost 
It makes me feel 
Hurt
It makes me feel 
Pain
It makes me feel

Should I just leave?
Can't that solve it all?
For no one knows the truth 
And those who know all the truth
Don't believe it.
Should I just leave? 

Behind My Piece "Truth"

This is for Lightless and all you others who want to know why my piece "Truth" was written. 
I am going to be honest and say that high school sucks. It is one of the worst times of my life so far. I am barely a freshman yet I have literally been involved in more drama than most the other people at my school. I go to a small school so things travel fast and it gets to everyone soon after it happens. 
The piece truth is about something that has been happening lately at my school. As most of you don't know, I am in my high school's select choir. We made it to state this year for the first time in like at least 10 years. So, we left one day early to head up to state and it was so much fun. We had to drive like 8 hours though and it sucked. 
When we had headed...

Feelings

How does it make you feel?
When someone betrays everything
When someone breaks you down so much
How does it make you feel?
When you know what happened
When you know the truth
How does it make you feel?
When no one believes you 
When you tell the simple truth
How does it make you feel?
When you have lost everything
When you have nothing left
How does it make you feel?
When you told the truth but no one care
When you told the truth but no one believes 

It makes me feel 
Broken
It makes me feel 
Lost 
It makes me feel 
Hurt
It makes me feel 
Pain
It makes me feel 
Dead
It makes me feel

Should I just die?
Can't that solve it all?
For no one knows the truth 
And those who know all the truth
Don't believe it.
Should I just die? 

Starting From Now

Starting from now
I am going to be 
Honest 
Starting from now
I am going to be
Kind
Starting from now 
I am going to be 
Loving
Starting from now

 

The Truth is

The truth is 
The truth is too much for some people to handle
The truth is that I told the truth but nothing changed
Because people don't understand the simple truth
People just think whatever they want
People just do whatever they want
The truth is 
The truth is that I feel lifeless
The truth is that I am broken 
But I know it can't be fixed
People just think I will be okay
People just do whatever they want 
The truth is 
The truth is that he is the liar
The truth is that I am lifeless and broken
Because people don't understand that I am trying to help
People just think I am trying to get attention and hurt them
People just do whatever they want
The truth is
The truth is too much for me to handle
The truth is that I told the real story but he lied
Because he doesn't care that I lost everyone ...

Thank You

This is just a simple thank you
To each and every one of you
Who have supported my writing 
And make me want to keep writing
I know that without 
All of you
I would be in a bad place
Because I feel like no one cares in this world
But everything helps when I am writing
I have a couple really good supporters 
Who help me keep on writing
So I guess this is a shout out to them 
And all of you
This is just a simple thank you 
To LIghtless
and all of you 

Equals

You have everything
Or at least you think you do
And you think it makes you better
Better than me 
Better than her
Better than everyone
You don't care
Or at least it seems like that
And you think it makes you better
Better than me 
Better than her
Better than everyone
We all know that you aren't 
You aren't better than me
You aren't better than her
You aren't better than anyone
We all know that everyone is equal
No matter how much they have
How much money 
How much cars
How much shoes
How much of anything doesn't make you better

We think we have everything
Or at least we know that there is more
And we don't think it makes us better
We know it makes us
Kinder
Happier
And
Fulfilled
We know we care
Or at least we try to care
And we know that is doesn't make us better
We know it makes us 
Happier
Kinder  ...

Memories

The Life 
I LIve
Is worse than people think
Although in the life I Live
I have people that I love 
They care about me 
Even If I was here for one thousand years
I would still have them
We have the memories we have made with each other
Before my best friend left me 
Before my other best friend's boyfriend kissed me
Before my other best friend left me
Before all these problems in life
We still have all the memories
Because memories last longer 
than friendships
than life
memories are the foundation of everything
memories are everything
Before I was a bad friend
Before I was a bad person
Before they thought I was a liar
Before they thought that I betrayed them
Before all of it
We still have those memories 
Memories of joy
of love
of friendship
of before all this happened 
before we had the bad memerios
 

Broken or Fixed

Something as simple 
as ignoring someone
can break them
Something as simple 
as lying to someone 
can break them
Something as simple
as one action
can break someone

Something as simple
as saying hi to someone
can fix them
Something as simple 
as telling someone the truth
can fix them 
Something as simple
as one action 
can fix someone

Although you can't
make everyone better
Although you can't
make everyone fixed
Although you can't
stop someone from being broken

The only thing 
that you can do
is fix the ones you love
and maybe some others
The only thing 
that you can do 
is try to not break the ones you love
and maybe some others

Broken 
or
Fixed 
Unkind
or
Kind
Liar
Or 
Truthful
Everyone is the same
 

Pages

Write you pain. 
Spill your blood. 
Spill your soul. 
On paper.
Because the page will always listen. 

Revenge

Revenge
A pretty simple word. 
Only a couple letters long. 
When you put the letters together
Nothing is simple anymore
It becomes something that people do
Just to get back at someone
Who hurt them
They can't just accept the person's apology
They can't accept the person's sorrow
Nothing is simple after those letters go together. 
Revenge for doing something on accident. 
Revenge for being alive.
Revenge for doing nothing. 
Revenge for no reason. 
Nothing is simple after those letters go together. 
Because people are vengeful 
People's actions are weapons
People's words are weapons
They don't know what happens
Behind a hidden face, 
Behind someone's mask
Revenge broke me
Revenge ripped my heart to shreds
Revenge ruined everything in my life
Because of one thing I did
I now use a mask
To hide that I am breaking
To hide that I am broken
To hide that I don't want to be alive
To hide everything that is left of...

Love

Love 
A simple 4 letter word
But it becomes more than a word
When you put those 4 letters together
The meaning so simple
A deep attraction to something or someone
An intense feeling of affection 

Everyone loves something or someone
They might love money
They might love cars
They might love any number of things
They might tell someone that they love them
But do they really?

They might tell a person that they love them
in a number of places
in a number of ways
anyone can love someone
but do they really love them?

Reflect on who you have said "i love you" to
Did you really mean it?
Did you really love them?
Or was it their actions?
Or was it your actions?
Was it something they said?
Or was it something you said?

Love is a simple 4 letter word
But the meaning is deeper than that
You can love someone's actions
or someone's words  ...

Truth

Truth 
A simple 5 letter word
only 5 letters.
But when you put those letters together 
it becomes something more than letters
It becomes something people fear
Something people hate
Something people try to cover up
Something people get hurt by
But when you put those letters together
it becomes more than letters
It becomes something good
Something that needs to be told
Something to risk everything for
Something that needs to be in the light
Not hidden
If you make a mistake, 
tell the truth
If you hurt someone, 
tell the truth
DO NOT HIDE BEHIND A WALL OF LIES!
For all lies do,  
are break down others
and make them feel like 
dying

 

One Boy, One Girl

One boy. 
One girl. 

One boy comforting one girl.
One girl being comforted from having a breakdown.

One boy, helping one girl. 
One girl, feeling happy for a split second. 

One girl, wanting to see her true love again. 
One boy, waiting to see his true love again. 

They were waiting together. 

Then one boy kisses one girl, but she wasn't his love.
One girl, kisses one boy, but it wasn't her love. 

It happens twice more. 

They kiss even when they feel no love for each other. 

One girl, desperately trying to tell the truth to the boy's love. 
Not to ruin her, but to be honest and hopefully stop feeling the crushing guilt. 

One boy, desperately trying to cover up the truth from his love. 
Not to ruin her, but to protect himself and hopefully she will love him still. 

One girl, feeling desperate, to just have someone who matters, believe her. 
She is desperate for someone to...

People

How can people just lie like this?
How can people just throw someone else under the bus?
How can people just let someone lose everyone they love?
And all of it just to protect themselves. 
It hurts me so much that
People can just lie.
People can just throw others under the bus.
People can just turn people that used to love each other
against each other. 
And they do it all to protect themselves. 

 

Sorry For Your Problems But What About Mine?

Everyone comes to me when in times of pain
Everyone only uses me for a person to unload 
Their problems on 
I tell them I am sorry that they have troubles
I comfort everyone, differently
Everyone doesn't care that I have problems
Everyone thinks I am a bank for their troubles
I am sorry for their problems 
I am worried about them
'But what about my problems?
What about my struggles?
I don't want to be self-centered
Tell everyone I don't care.
When I do
They have their problems but what about mine?
 

Questioning

Lately, I have been questioning so much. 
I have been questioning
Life and the reasons why
I have been questioning
Myself and who I really am
I have been questioning
Everyone around me and their actions
I have been questioning 
If everyone I know is who they really say they are
I don't know who to trust
I don't know who to believe
Because someone has to be lying to me
There can't be two different stories about the same thing
Who is lying?
Who can I trust?
Can I even trust anyone?
Can I even trust myself?
Lately, I have been questioning. 

This World

I am stuck here in this world. 
This world is so dark and I don't know what to do. 
I am afraid, I am broken
And I feel like no one cares.
Wait 
No one does care. 
This world is so dark. 
I wake up and I see no light.
There is no reason to be here
For not even a single cell care about me
There is no light at the end of my tunnel

I am stuck here in this world. 
This world is so bright and I don't know what to do. 
I am afraid, I am broken 
And I feel like no one cares.
Wait 
Who is she?
I can feel the pure darkness radiating form here.
I wish to see the darkness and the end of life.
But I need to save her. 
For I was sent to save and heal
Although I am broken and afraid
I can still save

We are not stuck...

Secrets

They don't know the secrets
Which I hold inside of me
If they cut me open
Secrets and Blood would flow out
How many secrets can one person
be expected to hold?
One 
Ten
One Hundred 
One Million or maybe even more
Secrets are inside of me
For everyone only trusts me to hold them
I will take these secrets to my grave
I will take these secrets with me everywhere
 

Another Little Rant

Okay, so I don't know if you all know but there is so major problems with people. Like I swear are they stupid or just ignoring the facts. 
My dad literally told my sister(who is pan) that she needs to stop thinking that she is pan. Like what the freak? How are you supposed think that you are anything? She came home and he literally ripped her apart because she saw her with a girl, and they were just hanging out. He said she needs to stop hanging around girls. Like what the freak?
And then he also told my brother(who is gay and is literally 12) that he was never going to leave the house because he needed to get it in his head that he was not gay. How is someone supposed to change who they love? 
Now recently, I have began to have a crush on a girl, and I have a crush on boy already. So...

Sometimes

Sometimes people let you tell them your problems
Your worries 
Your struggles
Only to turn their backs on you
When you need them the most
Or they turn their backs and tell
Everyone else about everything that you go 
Through
And you think that they would have sympathy for you
But in Reality they don't pity you
They make it worse
And you are afraid to tell anyone 
Your problems 
Your worries and 
Your struggles 
Because you think that they too 
Will do the same as the first person
It is a vicious cycle for you 
Until you finally just keep it all inside until 
it buries you alive 
And it makes you need to pour out your own blood 
And you don't know how long you can last
Until you want to leave

My Pen and My Ink

I have my pen and my ink.
Every letter, every word, and even every sentence
Makes my blood run onto the paper
I am not sure there is so much for me to do
My blood is on every piece
Every piece that I write spills more and more blood
For there is no other way escape 
What does it matter that I can't say the words I write?
I am shy 
And that's why everyone says rude words to me
They think that no matter what they say
I won't break 
But what if I was already broken long ago 

I Needed to Tell You Guys

So, one of my stories has been deleted by the write the world community, due to the involvement of attempted suicide. I can edit the story so it does not contain this or I can share a different one. Although it is a little disappointing that it has been deleted, I am going to try to write a new story altogether just to share with you guys. Thank you all for your support and honest opinions on my writing. 
~Madison~

A Little Note

I have posted two of my stories now. One is called All Because of a Football Game and the other is called Unfortunate. Please do read and I would appreciate reviews on them too. Kepp in mind that I did change them up a bit from the orginals but anyways. Read them and I hope you Enjoy.

All Because of A Football Game

Austin:
I am on the football field getting ready for tonight's game. I am the star quarterback for our school and I am also dating Amber, who is head cheerleader. Even Though, sometimes, ok not sometimes, all the time Amber is a really clingy bitch. She has already cheated on me like, I don't even remember how many times. Well, anyways, she is getting broken up with tonight, due to the fact, that I, Austin Miller, am gay. But that is besides the point. This is the last game of our season and I really am hoping that Kayden will come. Who's Kayden you ask. Well he is only the hottest kid in our school, besides me of course. Well, I guess you see why I need to dump Amber now. 

Kayden:
Ugh, Homework! I really wanted to go to the football game tonight. I have to get this homework done first though. Why is it always when I want...

Stories

I am going to try to post a story around 2:00 pm or 4:00 pm. If not then, you can expect one around around 9-10 a.m tomorrow. 

Here Or There

What would you do to be there?
At the top. 
Not here, broken and failing.
Wishes can come true.
But how long till I reach there.
Not here but there. 
At the top.
Not the one being looked down upon, 
But
The one looking down.
Take your dream and fulfill it. 
Wishing, here on the bottom.
Broken, Failing, Dreaming. 
Will it ever happen?
Can we really go there?
To the top.
Not lonely,
Not Broken
Not Failing.
At the top.
    Just
        Falling
            Hurting
                Waiting
    To go back where you started.
                        Choosing
Simply to 
Be             Here
    Or             There

OutCast

Me, The outcast among them all
All of them are like planets, and 
I am just a cell. They look 
Upon me with disgust, yet
suspicion. All but one.
Only one other cell with me. Not like them
The planets, you see. 
The other cell looks at me equally, then looks
at the planets with disgust.  
The planets created 
by cells, see use, the cells with suspicion
and disgust, only they themselves
were one once. 
Me, the outcast among them all
Me, a planet. I look at those 
cells with disgust and suspicion.
Me. Finally changing, recreated. 
I am the one without the outcasts. 
Now, I see the 
Outcasts, the same way my planets saw me.
Try, don't break the code. Cells, useless, look 
at them with disgust. 
But maybe it's time to let that rule go. 
Me, a planet. 
One with the outcasts.
One with the cells. 
    Me, The outcast.
        Once Again. 
 

I Have Decided

I am going to post my LGBT stories. I am trying to post one or two today. I think that I have like 4 or 5 to post. They are mostly pretty short and stuff. I am not going to let my parents hold me back from sharing the stories that I wrote and that I love. I really hope you guys will enjoy them.
~Madison
 

Scared

Okay, so there is something that I have to tell you all. I really want to post my gay stories, but I am honestly afraid. My parents have already threatened to take this writing place away from me. I am so scared that I am going to lose this place. I really need to keep this place because I really need a safe place to share my writings. I think that I am going to try to post them soon but it might be a little while. 
~With All My Fear~ 
Madison

Poetry and Spoken Word Competition 2019

The Face

You are here
In this place
When you look below the ocean welcomes you
And the green trees behind you support you
Here to see a beautiful face rise above
Above a sky drenched in gray colors;
And painted with stars 

For if that face can rise above all
It will give you 
a new beautiful life

You stare;
You stare at the beautiful gray sky
and just then 

The face of brilliant reds and oranges
Uses it's happiness to light up the sky
To light up the sky; 
To light up the sky with beautiful colors

Reds for your Strength
Oranges for your Happiness
Purples for your Independence 
Pinks for your Inner Peace
And Beautiful Blues
The Ones you see each day 
For your Confidence

Everyone else just sees a sun 
Not a face 
Everyone else just sees the colors 
But they mean something to you 

Because the face the rises above the clouds;

Is You

And you cast...

Betrayed

I am not sure how to explain this to everyone.
I am not sure how to explain this feeling of pure betrayal. 
I am not sure what to do anymore. 

What do you do when your best friend of 5 years, lies to you for months?
What do you do when they lie to everyone about you?

So now you are stuck in a place where everyone thinks that you are
A slut
A hoe
A jerk
A hurtful person

When in reality
You know you are not
But how do you keep believing 
Yourself

Because you are the only one who knows the truth
And when you try to tell them
They push you away more

Say that everything you say is lies
Even though you're not the one who lied

It was her
Your best friend of 5 years
She betrayed every ounce of trust
That you ever gave her
And spilled every one of your secrets

So...

Ummmm

I forgot that I was going to post some of my LGBT short stories on here today. I will try to remember tomorrow or maybe later today. 
Sorry to disappoint you all.
~Madison~

IDEAS ANYONE??

I really need some ideas for some short stories. Characters, Setting, Requests, etc. Anything would help. 
 

Broken

Broken Girl
One of the many in this world
Broken Boy 
One of the many in this world
The Broken Girl
Convinced no one will ever love her
The Broken Boy
Only caring about one person he wishes would love him
The Broken Girl
Knowing the one she loves will never love her
The Broken Boy Waiting
For the day he can tell her
The Broken Girl Waiting 
For the day that she can leave him a note behind
The Broken Boy Hurting 
Because he knows he is not brave enough to tell her
The Broken Girl Hurting 
Because she knows no one will ever love her again
The Broken Boy On The Bridge
Because he knows this is her favorite place
The Broken Girl On The Bridge
Because she knows her time here needs to end
The Broken Boy Running To Her
Only because he knows he needs to save her
The Broken Girl Running To Jump
Only because...

Ummm..... Not sure what this is.

Is there something wrong with who I am? 
I hate that people always judge every choice I make. 
Apparently 
I am not responsible
Apparently
they think that I am not smart
Apparently 
I am not trustworthy

I feel the stares at school 
And I hear the whispers of everyone
The whispers about me
Because of who I choose
To be friends with
To date
To hang out with

Sometimes I just feel like 
Everyone thinks I am stupid
Because they think that it doesn't hurt
Me 
When they hit me

I live in a small town
I go to a sorta small high school
But I guess 
Everyone here 
Just wants me to 
Leave

Just My Reasoning

Red 
Orange
Yellow 
Green
Blue
Purple
When people think of these colors they think 
Rainbow
When they think Rainbow somehow it always leads back 
to the LGBT community
Some people see the community 
as a good thing 
full of people not afraid to be different 

But there is always going to someone who opposes of it
They see the community 
as a bad thing
full of people who are liars
pretenders
idiots

My view is that if God said to treat others the way you want to be treated
It's a test
Because God created everything and everyone
Although he did say that a man and a man should not be toghether
It would only make sense that God is testing the true believers
If you take his commandent to love your neighbor as yourself then 
you would love these people too
Eventhough they are sinners but we all are too
 

Just Wondering If....

I have a bunch of little stories that I made. Most of them are gay. I think that they could use some work and was wondering if you guys think I should post them. I haven't been posting lots lately and I wanted to add some stories that you guys might like. 

LGBT

This is a problem 
A major problem
When people don't let others be who they are
This is a problem
A major problem
When people say that you chose to be 
The way 
The way that you are
When the truth is that people can't 
Change you
People can only change themselves
And if they don't want to change 
You just have to show them
That there is a community within the world
That supports you
For Love beats all
For Generosity beats all  
For Bravery beats all 
For Trust beats all 
 

Poetry and Spoken Word Competition 2019

The Face

You are here 
Here to see a beautiful face rise above
Above a sky drenched in gray colors;
And painted with stars 

For if that face can rise above all
It will give you 
a new beautiful life

You stare;
You stare at the beautiful gray sky
and just then 

The face of brilliant reds and oranges
Uses it's happiness to light up the sky
To light up the sky; 
To light up the sky with beautiful colors

Reds for your Strength
Oranges for your Happiness
Purples for your Independence 
Pinks for your Inner Peace
And Beautiful Blues
The Ones you see each day 
For your confidence

Everyone else just sees a sun 
Not a face 
Everyone else just sees the colors 
But they mean something to you 

Because the face the rises above the clouds;

Is You

And you cast colors;
You cast colors; 
To help others become 
Who they are meant to be 

 

Green

Forest green trees, surround me in this life. I can see them towering over me beautifully, although they are my downfall. There is nothing that I can do to escape this trap, these woods. I don't remember how I got here, or why I am here. I know that I am trapped with the clothes on my back and a bag probably full of useless things. I just want to get out of here safely and go home to live my life, like I was. I have to check what is in this bag and determine if it's anything worth keeping. Sleeping bag, flashlight, 2 granola bars, a can of tuna, a can of beans, a hairbrush, and a pack of hair ties and rope, lay inside this bag. I should probably keep it all, I guess. Now, the next step is to make a shelter, or find one. Trees branches, rocks, leaves, are some of the only available supplies....

Red

I live in a world, so different from everyone else's. Some people tell me about the horrors of the time they saw a dead body or had a nightmare about dying in a war. The horrors that may plague them, are my reality. I see a new dead body almost every day. Sometimes, it passes on through the town, without stopping, but other times it comes to the village center. The bodies are laying there, waiting to see, if any of their family is alive to bury them. This is a war zone, filled by pure hatred. Hatred, of wars from me and my people, and hatred of us from other countries, are all that happens in this country. I have never seen such a deadly and dark place, filled by the bodies, of my people, who have been killed. Huts line every street, as we tried to rebuild what we had before, but it didn't work out. Children play...

Yellow

This room is my home. The only place that I can let out my pain and my sadness. This room, with it's cold, welcoming tile floors. Come home to a family that is like a circus. Fighting parents, screaming siblings, and death stares from them all. They all think I am a burden. I just try to make it through one day at a time. But everyday feels like another burden on me. They just wake me up, and then I cover every bruise with makeup. No one at school knows about this. I cannot burden anyone else with the pain that I carry, for it is my fault for being a burden to them. Since I never talk to anyone, I get it worse at school. They call me fat, ugly, stupid, and so many other words. So I go home each day, and force myself to carve the words into my skin. So everyday I can remind myself...

Black

I can't go outside because of my pure fears of the people out there. I feel like I have been a victim of my family's skin color my whole life. I may not be white like them, but that still means I have a right to live. I will not go outside because of the fears that plague my mind. It is a different story than being hated for your clothes, having glasses, or so many other stupid things. I don't even want to go to school, for I know that the second I step into that building everything will start again. I will be pushed, hit, hurt, and broken before the day even starts. I know that this may have been the way they were raised but hate for a different skin color is something entirely different. I get that I may be the opposite of purity, because black stands for hate, and impurity. I just want to be...

So Stay

Some people say that love can fix a broken heart. 
Some people say that I can be fixed even though 
I have been broken '
Over and Over 
Broken more than anything else
In my cold world

Some people say that I am fixed
That being broken makes people perfect
But what broken people are perfect.

Sometimes I tell myself life would be easier
Without me living in it
If I was gone burdens leave the others around me

Sometimes I tell myself life is better with me here
With me living here 
I can help fix others who have been broken 
Just like me

Except when one person tells you 
That they live for you
It changes everything 

Except when one person tells you 
That they would die 
If you died 

That changes everything that you ever thought
Because when a person that you love
Puts their life in your hands
You realize what you truly mean to the...

White

The shadows danced on the walls as I sat in the brilliantly white room. This is the only room I have ever known, ever since I was too little to remember it. White is a color you think can be beautiful on tan skinned girls clothes. White is a color you think can portray purity, beauty, and innocence. I mean have you ever looked on google for the defintion. I bet not, you probably don't have time for something like that. I can tell the exact definition of the color white, just like when you search it up on Google. Go to your google browser right now and search the color white. These exact words should show up The color white is color at its most complete and pure, the color of perfection. The psychological meaning of white is purity, innocence, wholeness and completion. In color psychology white is a color of new beginnings, of wiping the slate clean, so...

Just a Little Note

Lately I have had inspiration to start a series of stories using colors as a main theme. The colors will be used to help purely fictional characters, that I have made describe their situation. These situations will be ones that we don't really here of everyday. I guess that's it.
~Madison

This War In My Mind

This War in my mind
Is making me lose control 
of everything. 
I need to write with my soul and heart.
But This War makes me think differently
This War makes me believe
that there is no point 
in writing
in sharing my writing
in trying to fulfill my dreams. 
I need to win This War. 
I am 
losing control
    slowly
            slowly 
                   slowly
I feel like everything is
    c
      r
       a
         s
            h
             i
               n
                 g
This War in my mind 
is making me lose 
control 
of everything
I have lost control of everthing.

I Have Been Thinking Lately

For a while, I have been sitting here thinking. I just want to find a reason that I was put on this Earth. What's the point of me being here? I realize now that no one has a set purpose on this Earth. Some people believe that God knows the purpose why we are here, but it's not true. If there is a purpose, for me to be here, or for you to be here, we have to make it. We can't just believe that someone somewhere has laid out our whole lives. We all have a choice whether to do something with our lives or we can just do nothing with them. We can all choose to make a change in the world or we can leave it how it is. There is so much you can do that will help other people, but many of us are so self-centered and we choose to ignore it. This world can't...

The World and Me

The world is my canvas.
The world is my paper.
My body is my paintbrush.
My body is my pen. 
My blood is my paint.
My soul is my paint.
My blood is my ink.
My soul is my ink.
Every piece of me is here. 
To paint a better world. 
Every piece of me is here.
To write a better world.
 

#capitalletersq&a

​WHAT IS THE MEANING OF LIFE? 
I believe that life has no meaning in particular. Life can mean something to me, but it probably means something else to you. To me, the meaning of life is to make the world a better place then it was when you came into it. 

WHAT IS YOUR GUILTY PLEASURE?
I don't really have a guilty pleasure. Although something I do a lot, that I probably shouldn't is throwing my stuff on my bedroom floor. It makes my room a mess and my family hates it. So, I pick it up, when I get around to it. 

DESCRIBE YOURSELF PHYSICALLY. (POSITIVITY AND HONESTY IS KEY)  
I have curly brown hair, about shoulder length. My eyes, which are my favorite thing are hazel. Not a lot of people notice though because the green is mostly around the outer part of my iris. I am always mostly wearing sweaters and jeans. 

SHOULD PINEAPPLE BE ON PIZZA?
Yes,...

Spilt on Paper

The ink on my pen is my soul.
I write everything on paper. 
Until more of my soul is contained in 
poems and stories
Then in my own body.
The ink of my pen is my blood.
I write everything on paper.
Until I have finally bled out.
My blood on paper,
My body bleeding out.
Why does this cruel world not see me?
They only see my body, 
not my blood.
Spilt on the paper.
They only see my mask,
Not my soul,
Spilt on paper.
They see me 
for who I am not.
Until it's too late
All my blood
All my soul
Spilt on paper.

My Opinions and Feelings

Sometimes there are people that do things that make no sense to you. 
Like when you have almost nothing and people complain they didn't get what they want. 
Or when there are people that judge you for just being you. 
Usually I keep things like this to myself. 
Like my comments and my opinions. 
But lately it's been to much. 
It's just like I feel all this anger and pain build up inside of me. 
My dad was just in the hospital for two weeks. 
And then my friend almost died. 
While this was all happening the people around me 
have been complaining that they don't get what they want
And it hurts. 

Perfection

Perfection can be our downfall. 
If we are so caught up,
In keeping everything perfect, 
Then we don't realize what is going on around us. 

In Death

In death, we find the pain. 
In death, we find the sorrow. 
In death, we find the bad. 
But what if there is good. 
In death, we can find new life. 
For when one beginning ends, another begins. 
In death, we can find happiness. 
In all the memories.
In death, we can find the good. 
The memories and the new beginnings. 

 

Maybe

Maybe they had a reason. 
Or maybe they didn't.
MAybe they had a reason to abduct her.
Or maybe they didn't.
Maybe they had a reason to hide her from me. 
Or maybe they didn't.
Maybe she was afraid of them. 
Or maybe she wasn't.
Maybe they had a reason to kill her.
Or maybe they didn't
Maybe we could have found her before it was too late.
Or maybe we couldn't.
Maybe they had a reason to break me. 
Or maybe they didn't.

Reasons, Reasons 
Give me some reasons. 
I just want to know why you did it. 
Reasons, Reasons. 
I need reasons. 
Before I die, give me reasons. 
Tell me why. 
You took my child.
Away from me. 

Maybe you did have a reason.
Or maybe you didn't. 

Hopes, Fears, Dreams

Hopes, Fears, Dreams. 
We are all the same. 
Living for a dream, Hoping to succeed. 
Afraid of many things. 
Or Afraid of nothing.
We all ask the purpose of life. 
Instead of living life to its fullest. 

Always asking ourselves. 
Why we are alive?
Instead of asking ourselves 
What we can do to make our life worth living?
 

Doll

I feel like I am a doll. 
And  everywhere besides my house is the dollhouse.
I have to act like I am loved by my parents.
When the truth is I am truly not.
I have to act like I am rich.
When the truth is I am not.

Don't let people open the door.
To the house that stores hate.
Don't let the people see.
Who I truly am.
Hiding in the light. 
In plain sight in the dark.

Makeup, where's my makeup?
I need to cover up.
The bruises.
The cuts.
Every mark that they made. 
Someday, I will leave this place. 
That's what I keep saying. 

I am a doll now.
Laying in this coffin. 
My true skin shows. 
As I lay in this coffin. 
All the marks. 
All the bruises. 
I knew someday I would leave that place.
Now look at me.

Laying Dead in this Coffin.
Finally broken. 
No friends at my funeral. 
Because I...

The Attic

It is dark here. 
It is cold here. 
Among all my other friends, I sit.
Waiting to be picked up and gone through once again. 
The colors here are drab, boring and black. 
I feel like I have been sitting here for years. 
The people stored me away.
Up here in this drab attic. 
Waiting. 

 

Author Q&A?

I was thinking about doing an author Q&A. If you think that would be a good idea, please comment questions for me to answer. 
 

Thanks

Just Wanted to Say Thank You For Supporting My Writing. 

At Home

Not A Place, A Person

People always tell you to be yourself. Except, when you are surrounded by people, you are who they want you to be, but we all have that one place that makes us feel in power of our bodies, our minds, our lives, even when we aren't in control. 
I have been lots of places but I don't have one place where I feel like myself. There is one person that brings out who I really am and every time I am with him, I feel at home. People tell me that it is stupid because then I never have time to think or I never have time to myself, but I don't feel like I need it and no one gets that. His name is Justin and there is no one else like him. He treats me like I am an angel even though I don't deserve to be treated like that. He knows everything about me and yet he...

The Boy, The Girl

The boy,waiting on the bridge.
The girl, waiting for the boy to return home. 
The boy, knows he could just jump.
The girl, knows he will come home.
The boy, scarred, bruised, and broken.
The girl, beautiful, worrying, wondering. 
The boy, returning to his girl.
The girl, rescuing her boy. 
The boy, slowly fading.
The girl, slowly changing.
The boy, finally faded. 
The girl, finally changed. 

The death of the boy.
The change of the girl.

Both broken and changed.
By this cruel cruel world.

The Cruise


Lily’s P.O.V
One day, I  won a free cruise trip through Royal Caribbean International Cruise; It was an  all expenses paid trip; We would leave from Tampa, Florida, go all around Florida and then travel to Barcelona, Spain. In the envelope, there were three tickets. Two of the tickets had the same room number, Room #75. The room was a master suite, with a color scheme of lilac and gray.  It had a kitchen and bathroom.
The other ticket had room number 74. This was the room across the hall. It had a gray and blue color scheme. It had a bathroom but no kitchen. I thought about who I would want to invite. I instantly knew I would invite Madison. She had always wanted to go to Spain. I was thinking about who else to invite, when I got a genius idea. I would invite Zachary. I was going to invite him to annoy Madison, so she would not...

Thank You

I feel so grateful that there are people here that care. I am so grateful to the few people that enjoy my writing. It really means so much to me and I just am so grateful. I want to write and make a life out of it, and I was at a point, where I felt like it never was going to happen. 
Now I can see that there are people who care about everything that I write and that was a light in my darkness. 
Thank you all so much for the support and helpful hints. 
~Madison~

Help

I just want to live my life, the way I want. Writing is something that is part of my dream, my very own dream, to live my life the way I want. There have always been people in my life that judge me to quickly. My choices are my choices. My life is my life. So, why do other people think that they have a say? 
I just want to write to inspire. I am not going to quit doing what I love, just because they say things. Just because they try to break me. Just because they are them. Some many people tell me that liking writing is such a nerdy thing. Some people say that it will never get me anywhere. 
But can't I just write because I love too. Can't I just write because it helps me let out my feelings. Or can I write? There is so much that I don't get in this world. How...

People

Aren't there always those people in your life? 
Those people who try too hard
Those people who judge you
Those people who hate you so much 
Aren't there always those people in your life?
The ones who can't see through your mask
The ones who can't break down your walls
The ones who see you for who you aren't
Isn't there always that one person in your life? 
That person who tries to help you
That person who never judges you
That person who loves you with all their heart
Isn't there always that one person in your life?
The one who sees through your mask
The one who breaks down your walls
The one who sees you for who you truly are
But sometimes there are those people.
Those people who hate the one 
Who tries to help you
Who doesn't judge you
Who loves you so much
But sometimes there are those people
Those people who hate the...

What I need, What I want, How I feel

Sometimes people don't understand
            They understand that I am human
       When I keep my emotions inside
            Buried Deep
    They say that I can't possibly be human
            Because I need to tell other people 
        What I need
                    What I want
              How I feel
   But I am not human
            I am not who they think I am
                They don't understand
        That if I told them
    What I need 
What I want
        How I feel
                They would slowly 
                                            
                                            Slowly
                                                    
                                                        Fall Apart
                                                               
                                                                    Just
                                                                               like             
                                                                                        Me

Book Review Competition 2019

Salt To The Sea

Salt to the Sea
By Ruta Sepetys
Historical Fiction
Teens: (13-18)
  
    A book can change the way people think, see things and even live. There are thousands of books and everyone asks me how I specifically chose one.   
    When you find a book that changes your life, it is an amazing feeling. The book that changed my life is Salt to the Sea by Ruta Sepetys. 
    The book is based in World War 2 times and changed the way I thought about it. I knew, at the time I read the book, that World War 2 was a violent and sad time but this book changed everything. You should all definitely read this book because it shows a fictional yet realistic and emotional story set is the time of World War 2. There are 4 different points of view in the book and it gets more and more interesting by the page. Each character tells...

Love in Words

Yours

People say that you are not good for me. 
People ask what I see in you. 
I see my world, my happiness, my life, my savior. 
Why can't they see what I see?
I see the love of my life, the light in my darkness, the joy in my sad world. 
Can't they see past the outside features? 
I see beautiful brown eyes, amazing curly brown hair, and the most handsome man in the world. 
Why do they not see what I see?
A happy man, A kind boy, a loving boy, a amazing human being. 
You saved me and you may never read this. 
But I love with my whole heart. 
I don't care what they think you want me for. 
I know that you want me for who I am. 
I know that you want me to be yours. 
I know that I am yours and you are mine. 
I love you so so much . 
You kept...

Emotions Without Feelings Prompt

Emotions are bigger than feelings. But feelings are how we describe emotions. 
You are happy and joyful that can explain an emotion. 
Although we as humans have a difficult time explaining emotions without our feelings getting mixed in. 
I wanted to propose a prompt to all of you. 
Try to explain an emotion ie. sadness, happiness, anger, etc. without using feelings. Use descriptive words and imagery to show that you are one of the very few, who can express emotions in writing, without feelings mixed in. 

Book Review Competition 2019

Salt To The Sea

Salt to the Sea
By Ruta Sepetys
Historical Fiction
Teens: (13-18)
  


     A book can change the way people think, see things and even live. There are thousands of books and everyone asks me how I specifically chose one.   
    When you find a book that changes your life, it is an amazing feeling. The book that changed my life is Salt to the Sea by Ruta Sepetys. 
    The book is based in World War 2 times and changed the way I thought about it. I knew, at the time I read the book, that World War 2 was a violent and sad time but this book changed everything. You should all definitely read this book because it shows a fictional yet realistic and emotional story set is the time of World War 2. There are 4 different points of view in the book and it gets more and more interesting by the page. They each...

Justin Ballou

I have wandered miles in my lifetime. 
Trying to find a purpose or a reason why I am here. 
I have meet so many people in my lifetime. 
Trying to find the right one for me. 
I have made so many friends in my lifetime.
Trying to find a great best friend.
I have been in so many relationships in my lifetime.
Trying to find a perfect person for me. 

Then one day, I found my purpose. 
The same day I found the right one for me.
The same day I found my best friend. 
The same day I found the perfect one for me.

Funny thing is. 
They are all the same person. 
Funny thing is. 
His name is Justin Ballou.

Book Review Competition 2019

Salt To The Sea

    A book can change the way people think, see things and even live. There are thousands of books and everyone asks me how I specifically chose one.   
    When you find a book that changes your life, it is an amazing feeling. The book that changed my life is Salt to the Sea by Ruta Sepetys. 
    The book is based in World War 2 times and changed the way I thought about it. I knew, at the time I read the book, that World War 2 was a violent and sad time but this book changed everything. You should all definitely read this book because it shows a fictional yet realistic and emotional story set is the time of World War 2. There are 4 different points of view in the book and it gets more and more interesting by the page. They each tell their own story in the beginning but eventually their stories...

Book Review Competition 2019

Salt To The Sea

    A book can change the way people think, see things and even live. There are thousands of books and everyone asks me how I specifically chose one.   
    When you find a book that changes your life, it is an amazing feeling. The book that changed my life is Salt to the Sea by Ruta Sepetys. 
    The book is based in World War 2 times and changed the way I thought about it. I knew, at the time I read the book, that World War 2 was a violent and sad time but this book changed everything. You should all definitely read this book because it shows a fictional yet realistic and emotional story set is the time of World War 2. There are 4 different points of view in the book and it gets more and more interesting by the page. They each tell their own story in the beginning but eventually their stories...

Book Review Competition 2019

Salt To The Sea

    A book can change the way people think, see things and even live. There are thousands of books and everyone asks me how I specifically chose one.   
    When you find a book that changes your life, it is an amazing feeling. The book that changed my life is Salt to the Sea by Ruta Sepetys. 
    The book is based in World War 2 times and changed the way I thought about it. I knew, at the time I read the book, that World War 2 was a violent and sad time but this book changed everything. You should all definitely read this book because it shows a fictional yet realistic and emotional story set is the time of World War 2. There are 4 different points of view in the book and it gets more and more interesting by the page. They each tell their own story in the beginning but eventually their stories...

Why The Pain, Why the Brokeness, Why the Hurt?

Sometimes when brokenness can heal a heart.
Sometimes pain makes people love others more.
Sometimes through the darkness people become lights.
But sometimes brokenness pushes people over the edge.
And sometimes pain makes people discouraged.
And sometimes darkness makes people hurt.

Why does that matter though?

It matters because brokenness wouldn't exist if everyone was kind and helped others.
It matters because pain wouldn't exist if we all got along.
It matters because if we paid attention then we could stop darkness.

Everyone has had brokenness, pain and darkness in their lives.
It wouldn't happen if we all stopped fighting. 
Fighting won't help us.
But neither will peace.

Mixtape

Soundtrack For My Life

  1. This Feeling: By The Chainsmokers ft. Kelsea Ballerini
  2. Gravity: By Dean Brody
  3. Stressed Out: By 21 Pilots
  4. Two Houses: By Matthew West
  5. Strangers Here: By Tenth Avenue North
  6. Don't Stop The Madness: By Tenth Avenue North
  7. Fifteen: By Taylor Swift
  8. Change: By Taylor Swift
  9. Legends: By Kelsea Ballerini
  10. Underage: By Kelsea Ballerini
  11. The Middle: By Marin Morris
  12. Perfect: By Ed Sheeran

All My Life

Lonely all my life.
Living on these streets.
I wish I could have done something more for me.
If someone's out there please send help.
For I am lonely on the streets 
Of this broken town.

Wishing all my life.
Wanting to help the woman.
I wish I could have done more for her.
If someone's out there please send her help.
For I am wishing I could have done more for the woman 
Living in this broken town.

You

Why are we all alive?
Why are you here?
Why am I here?
What's the point of me being alive?

The point is that you are special.
The point is that you are loved.
The point is that you can change the world. 
The point is that you are going to change the world. 

In order to do that, you have to make changes to yourself. 
In order to do that you need to be kind. 
In order to do that, you need to be fair to people. 
No matter what.

You could change the world by writing.
By drawing. 
By sharing your opinions.
By coloring.

But your not going to change it if you do nothing.
The point is that you need to be the change you see. 
Don't let other people tell you what to do.
Make your own choices.
Just be you.

The Vistas Beyond

The City That Breaks Me

Look beyond, the glass and the screen, see the city that waits. 
You used to like this town, you used to care about it. 
But now that people break you down, who cares anymore?

I Don't Care What They Say

I don't write to please the world. I hate that no matter who you are or what you write, there are always those people who try to make you feel that you can't write. 
Writing is a passion of mine, but my family hates it. They think that I can't write. 
What do you do when someone makes you feel so terrible about everything you write. 
You just want to share it with the world, but they don't care. You can't share it because it is not worth it, it is terrible, and no no one will ever like it. 
What do you do when they break you and stop you from doing the only thing you love?

A Pair of Poems

Can't We All Get Along?

Poem 1: Brokenness, Pain and Hurt
Sometimes when brokenness can heal a heart.
Sometimes pain makes people love others more.
Sometimes through the darkness people become lights.
But sometimes brokenness pushes people over the edge.
And sometimes pain makes people discouraged.
And sometimes darkness makes people hurt.

Why does that matter though?

It matters because brokenness wouldn't exist if everyone was kind and helped others.
It matters because pain wouldn't exist if we all got along.
It matters because if we paid attention then we could stop darkness.

Everyone has had brokenness, pain and darkness in their lives.
It wouldn't happen if we all stopped fighting. 



Poem 2: Stop 
I am lost. 
The pain, hurt and brokenness of this world.
Hurting me.
    Breaking me.
        Torturing my soul.
    Why can't we all get along?
Stop the wars.
Stop the fighting.
Just have peace.
    Peace for this world.
        Not Pain.
           ...

One Person in One Million People

There is one person I will give everything too.
One person that I trust with my life. 
One person that knows me better than anyone. 

There is a million people who judge me. 
A million people judging who I love.
A million people who don't understand my choices.

I am a girl. 
A girl who wishes to be respected for her choices.
A girl who found love.

Who knew that people would bully me for it?
Who knew my family would hate me for it?
Who knew my friends would lie to me about it?

Can't I just love who I wish?
Can't I just give someone my heart and trust them?
Can't I just be left alone?

No one understands.
No one gets it.
No one cares.

Except for the one boy I love. 
He understands me better than anyone.
I would trust him with my life.

Except that seems to fail. 
Except my family doesn't want us together. ...

Tiny Love Story

The Love Found In A Goodbye

Two hands, connected in a final touch. Love is not only found in hello's it is found in goodbye's.
The old woman, grasping the old man's hand, as tears stream down her face. They only found each other 25 years ago. Time to let go.They found each other and love has lasted for so long, but the woman has to say her goodbyes now, for the man has had a wonderful life, and she loves him. The man and woman say their final goodbyes and she feels him slip away. I love you, my dear. She says before he fades.  

Polar Opposite

Polar Opposites

    My name is Joshua. I am a 30 year old man, currently living in Sydney, Australia. Years ago, I visited the United States and I met a girl. At the time I was 25, and she was 18. I remember that day so clearly. 
                                                                                     ~Flashback~
    It was a breezy, but warm Sunday morning. I was walking around, looking at all the places, in the town of Montreal. I passed a church and I felt pure hatred flow through my veins as I looked at it. That was until I saw this girl walk out of the doors. Never once had I cared to even go near a church not after my father died, but I felt so drawn to the girl, and I had to try. The town was pretty small so I thought I had a chance. 
                                                                                ~End of Flashback~
    
    I got my chance with her, but eventually I had...

Strike

Our World; Our Lives; Our Rights

A lot of things drive people to act on their beliefs and or their core values. One thing that drives to me activism is equal rights; and no not just racial rights or LGBT+ rights, I am talking all rights. We need to acknowledge that everyone is different, and respect their differences. What is the use of judging people for their skin color or the people they love? This is our world, in which we live our lives, and our rights make up how we live; So how will you choose to live?

Strike

Our World; Our Lives; Our Rights

A lot of things drive people to act on their beliefs and or their core values. One thing that drives to me activism is equal rights; and no not just racial rights or LGBT+ rights, I am talking all rights. We need to acknowledge that everyone is different, and respect their differences. What is the use of judging people for thier skin color or the people they love? This is our world, in which we live our lives, and our rights make up how we live; So how will oyu choose to live?

Why I Write

I Write Because...

There are so many reasons to write. I write to free my soul and put the words on paper. I write to save myself from my demons because writing is my angel. I write to fight for those who can't. I write to create new worlds and live in them. I write to escape. I write to feel love and despair. I write for emotions. Most of all I write for readers, so they can always keep reading. Writing is a way to live not something to do. I write for freedom. Writing is freedom. 

10 Second Essays

Example

Set examples in your life for someone else will follow.

See the present and if you wish it to change have the will to change it.

Be one with yourself then you can be a role model for someone else