The World From Above

At a distance I see the magnificence and beauty of the earth
it pulls me in, swallowing me whole
the rolling waves breaking on the dusty sands
the thundering mountains reaching to the sky
I’m hovering above and growing closer
but the image I saw before was distorted with distance
this is not the same beauty I once saw
I turn to fly away but a glimpse of a boy stops me entirely
this young boy - working in the fields
in the beating bask of the sun,
covered in mud, sweating
working for those pennies that give him a small bit of hope
maybe enough to save his sick mother
roles reversed, child caring for parent
I feel sickness and sorrow as I reach out to help
but no help is received as the boy goes on to bury his mother two days later
I cry tears of mourning and I fly away
far away from this horrible place, that I once thought was beautiful
but what I didn’t see was that boy grow up,
grow up to be a leader
a spokesperson against child labour
saving lives with his powerful words of experience
saving lives for his mother, who couldn’t be saved then
saving those who now can be.
i fly away
hoping to find some peace in this world
some sort of sign that it wasn’t completely evil
but then I come across a father being shot
shot by mistake from gang violence
and the young girl, his little princess, his love
sitting near, watching on
as her father, her protector
takes his last breath.
i feel so lost
so out of control
can i do nothing to stop these events
is there is no good in this world for me to see?
so far gone from rebirth and love
so corrupt
but i didn’t stay long enough to watch that little girl grow up
grow up to be one of Mexico’s best known detectives
fighting for the justice her father did not receive
the justive she wants the world to hold
placing criminals behind bars
I did not see that girl restore hope within her small community
the hope that I was so sure was lost
now I know
life is never easy and will never be without pain
but the things that come from the pain and sacrifices
are the most beautiful of all
they are what make the world so magnificent
I understand now, that even I, watching on
flying from above
have my own journey
full of paind and sacrifices
and my own lessons to be learnt
I understand now
that the world
really is beautiful

Hello little owl.

So I'm walking outside for a smoke and I'm looking around and I see a glimpse of something moving. I look and basically thought it was a pile of mud so I went to walk closer. All of the sudden the mud moves and hoots at me and when I take a closer look, It's actually a huge owl. Im looking at this owl thinking "what the hell?" but I go into the office and tell them theres an owl. At that moment i realize that I want to do something for animals. I actually really care about animal protection and endangerment. I spend so much time on msn and facebook... doing what? Just basically wasting time when I could actually do so much more with my time. Maybe I could be volunteering at a vetranarian's office or helping out a non-governmental organization thats related to something that actually benefits someone or an animal. Lately, I've been feeling really weird, its hard to explain but I just want to do something worthwhile, something that I can be proud of and possibly write a story about. I want to be remembered when I die and remembered for something good for the world.

Cheeze Whiz

Everyday at lunch as everyone traded their sandwhiches and snacks, I held onto my Cheeze Whiz sandwhich- with confidence. Confidence knowing that it was the best in the class. Explosion of taste, taking cheese to the next level, I save my mom bundles of monet because all i wanted was my 2$ Cheeze Whiz and bread. Eating it with delight, never getting tired of it. Then I noticed more kids showing up with Cheeze Whiz. Knowing their love wasn't like mine- no jealousy was found. Years later- nutella became the fad, I mean what kid could resist chocolate on bread, but my love for Cheeze Whiz never died until that day I got sick from eating too much cheezewhiz. After that day, I never ate another Cheeze Whiz sandwhich ever again.

Food For Thought.

Last week in Writers Craft, we had a day where everyone brought in something to eat, it didn't matter what it was or how much you brought it as long as you brought something to share. I brought pasta salad which is a really white food, and when I looked around at what other people brought I noticed that most people brought food that represented their ethnicity and culture. I have always been really narrow minded about trying new food because I am an extremely picky eater but the food that I saw really showed me that I have to open up to more possibilities and just live my life. I only have 100 years and I think I should live it to the fullest and try new things all the time. Especially when I saw that other people loved that weird food that I saw, it proved to me that I might be missing out and shouldn't be scared of what may come. It's kind of weird how I learned that just in a day of bringing in food and I think I really understood the whole point of the day in my own way. Every person is going to take in an experience a different way and learn different things so I think I learned an extremely valuable lesson!
From now on I'm going to be open to different possibilities in every aspect of life. As well, I think it could benefit me in my reading as well. When I go to chapters I immediately go to my section and sift through books that appeal and stand out to me, but I think next time I'm there, I am going to go to a completely different section, whatever calls to me, and find a book. This is important especially in reading because reading allows a person to learn new things from every page of the book and I feel that if I read books from various topics then I'll be successful and learn so much more information than just from my usual reads.
It's amazing how much I took from a simple day in class and I think thats why I love literature, reading and writing because it's open to interpretation and allows a person to be creative rather than just the norm. I expect the class to have more lesson plans that I can write about. So thank you to Mr.Carnovale for teaching me something new everyday in his awesome lessons and amazing thoughts!

Carpet.

Alot of mistakes, shown to all.
Makeup stains, food crumbs.
A carpet holds you, even the parts that you yourself dont want at your feet.
Look up- bad angle, full of pain.
Holding your secrets, your troubles.
Vacuum- hide.
Take in the parts that are hard to come to terms with.
Vacuum- destroy.
The past is gone, no remains.
Vacuum- restart.
Create a new, new mistakes.
I wish i were a carpert but my mistakes stay and are held against me to this day.

always my hero.

Childhood- more like a dream than reality.
Living on a farm, miles away from anything,
I didn't understand why my dad moved my family there when I was born.
10 acres of solitude, riding my horse at day break.
From the beginning, my dad taught me all I know, everything I would need to get me through okay.
Then I discoverd, he was only protecting me.
That sunny day after school, playing on that huge rickety jungle gym.
It's engraved in my mind, seeing it clearly, remembering the pain.
Time stopped as I fell from great heights- so small and innocent.
I couldn't stop what was happening, falling... falling...
and then it stopped as I fell upon that rusty old nail- sticking up from the kind earth.
How can something so beautiful hold such disaster.
I never really felt it past my skin.
But the evidence was there, sticking out of my face- directly out of my face, blood trailing down my face.
I remember my mother screaming and my dad, scooping me up, running with me in his strong arms- my hero.
He knew then that he couldn't protect me anymore, hide me away from the world, the corruption.
Sooner or later, I would know worse pain than what I felt then- he couldn't protect me anymore.
I never screamed or cried so hard when they pulled that nail from my face- contaminated.
They thought I would lose my sight, in that one eye.
My father holding me close, watching on as they stitched my up.
He wanted to save me from what he knew life would bring...
stitch me up- my eyes, my ears, so i couldn't see the chaos or hear the bullshit.
I was his little girl, fragile and scared,
and now I was there, lying on that hospital bed-
one eye closed, bruised and broken, trembling from the pain, dried blood covering my face.
He couldn't save me- protect me.
Oh daddy, I could sense your fear and I wanted to show you.
I am strong, and I dont need to be protected.
So I went on from that day, strong and determined, to show you-
your little girl, would make it through okay.
So dont worry daddy, your still my hero.
Always my hero,
I love you dad.

Saving you

sleeping, dreaming, pain
I can hear you, you know
the walls are watching, feeling, knowing
from birth to adulthood
they have seen your life, your pain, your love
I know its hard
praying and trusting in a better outcome
a better life
is it that easy to want to forget
I've tried, you know
to be your rock, your foundation, your trust
you've become so suspicious
darkness and fear linked closely together
you fear what you dont know
what isnt normal,
you fear yourself.
I cant explain, but what is there to be explained
no words can describe the bursting flames of color.
I know it brings you such relief, as the world, the skies become clear again
you want to hide,
but darkness brings you fear
what is hidden amongst us is forgotten
forgotten and misplaced
your breathing - your barely alive
we all look but we dont see
we see what we want to see
avoiding the truth
self consciously blurring our vision
only driving us to destruction
destruction - not rebirth
the walls are seeing you as you are
no lies, only truths
a silent partner, a constant reminder
you will be claimed for what you are
seeing the send, i see the start
I'm here, you know
I wont let you become that forgotten truth
another example, another mistake
we're taking but giving nothing back
we're saving the obvious
but forgetting to save ourselves.