Poem - I feel undead

Living yet lifeless.

My mind is a melting pot of ideas, and yet I have none.

I'm not happy, but I'm not sad.

I'm bored, but don't want to do anything.

I'm lonely, but I don't like to be around people.

I haven't died...but I don't have a life

Song - Westlife - I Have a Dream

[Shane:]
I have a dream, a song to sing
To help me cope with anything
If you see the wonder (wonder) of a fairy tale
You can take the future even if you fail
I believe in angels
Something good in everything I see
I believe in angels
When I know the time is right for me
I'll cross the stream - I have a dream

[Bryan:]
Oh yeah
I have a dream (have a dream), a fantasy (fantasy)
To help me through (help me through) reality (reality)
And my destination (destination) makes it worth the while
Pushing through the darkness
([Mark:] pushing through the darkness baby)
Still another mile

[Shane:]
I believe in angels
Something good in everything I see
([Mark:] everything I see yeah)
I believe in angels
([Mark:] I believe in angels )
When I know the time is right for me
([Mark:] time is right for me)
I'll cross the stream - I have a dream

I have a dream (oh yeah), a song to sing(song to sing)
To help me cope with anything
If you see the wonder (if you see the wonder) of a fairy tale (of a fairy tale)
You can take the future even if you fail (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
I believe in angels
Something good in everything I see (everything)
I believe in angels (yeah)
When I know the time is right for me (right for me)
I'll cross the stream (cross the stream) - I have a dream (have a dream)
I'll cross the stream (cross the stream) - I have a dream

Poem - Poem for Mama

Listen to these words as they come from the heart.
Think of the last time we had to depart.
How long it seemed to take before you started the car.
How slowly these pieces from my heart broke apart.

I swore I wouldn't cry, or atleast not infront of you.
Can't forget the last karaoke singing we went too.
Or how mad I was to go to wrestling, i just refused.
But, it was never enough time, and now I am searching for things to do.

I seemed to feel my hurt worse the first few hours you were gone.
I knew I had to wait, cause the next time i seen you would be so long.

Mama, I'm waiting for our next visit.
Just to be with you for a weekend again.
I wouldn't care what we done.
Just want to be able to see you again before the next sun.

New Project - Novel Two

Courage to Weather the Storm

Outline

Alex is an 8th grader at St. Clare Grade School. His life is turned upside down when after a massive fight, his father leaves the family, leaving mom to struggle to keep everything together. Alex is crushed at first about his father leaving, until his father's secret past is discovered. With his best friends help, Alex aids his family into dealing with the loss of the father along with an increase in their faith.

Excerpt

He had never sounded so cold before. This wasn’t like him at all. What had made my dad change so much. Maybe I caused this change in him. Just watching him put the suitcases into the trunk, he then climbed into the driving seat of the dark red dodge neon and drive away. The thoughts in my head were racing like it was in the Indy 500. Just watching till the car disappeared. Somehow I knew this was a bad thing.

Taking a big deep breath, I turned and looked at my younger brother and sister. Roxanne looked like she was about to burst into floods of tears. Anton ran over to me and hugged me around my waist. He was never this clingy before.  It occurred to me that maybe he was unsure like I was why dad had just up and left.

“Alex, why did daddy go?” I hadn’t the heart to tell him dad wouldn’t be coming back. I knew I had to let mom explain things to him. The thing was where was she?

“Daddy, well, umm, he had to go. Mom will explain it better.” I told him as I walked them both into the house. I turned and hoped mom would be somewhere.

The thing that had baffled me was how dad didn’t even say goodbye to any of us. Then there was mom’s absence. Where was she? She was usually home when we got home from school.  This was completely odd.

I turned and closed the front door and walked along the hallway. I heard Roxy in the kitchen. I guessed she wanted a snack. Mom always had snacks waiting for us. I walked into the kitchen and she was opening a BIG bag of potato chips. “Roxy, I’ll make us all a sandwich.” I announced as I took the bag from her.

Quickly I put a clip on the bag of chips to seal the freshness in. Putting the bag back into the cupboard so I could make sure we had a healthy snack. I didn’t want mom complaining when she got home. I grabbed the wheat bread and cheese out the fridge. I began making myself a grilled cheese sandwich. Slowly I began buttering the side of the bread that hit the pan. It was something I was good at cooking.

“Do you two want grilled cheese? Or do you want something else to eat?” I asked as I started to put the pan on the stove to warm up. It was best when the pan was hot according to what Nana had taught me. 

Poem - Roses are Red

Roses Are Red
Roses are red violates are blue nothing
is more beatiful then you
I close my eyes dreaming about you
there is nothing eles in this world
that has more meaning to me then the one
which is you as I count to two your eyes
begin to have tears as I hold you in to my
arms you lose all your worries and fears
I will always be here to protect and
respect you your smile and laughter warms
my hart as the love I have for you
nothing will tare us apart we walk
side by side for the whole world to see us
and for nothing to hide you shine like
a magnifasent angle that is so beautiful
and very special to me there is no one
eles who I rather be with then you
Roses are red violates are blue there is
no one I love more then you!

Poem - Six

Six is the number of years you were min.

Wonderful is what every moment with you was.

Enlighted is what I became because of you.

Love is what I felt every single day.

Very blessed is how each minute was.

Empty is how all my days are without you...

Update - Reuniting Writing

It's been a while since I've written on this blog. I have not been writing much. I wanted to do justice to a story. The thing was I didn't like the way it was going. I want to make my story perfect. The thing is when you decide to be a writer. You shouldn't just try make every page perfect. You just write. Write from the heart and let it just flow. forget about making it perfect. Just write and ignore the fact you want to edit it as you go.

I have found you don't wait for inspiration to writer and finish a story. You just keep writing till the story is finished. With my current story I am writing a minimum of 750 words a day. If I write more I have done my job. If I just manage 750 words. I need to try figure out what is holding me back. I need to stop procrastinating.

Playing Sims2/Sims3 or any Facebook games is preventing me from finishing my story and doing what I love. Playing games is good. But I need to write as that is all I can do. I have to accept my limitations. I am disabled and my legs fail me many times a day.  Sitting at my computer and writing is my life. I write because I have stories to tell. I want to use my childhood experiences and my religious beliefs to bring the youth of today back to God.

I have found my faith is what gets me by each day. If you've lived a life like mine. You'd understand...