Sunday 1 June 2014

Promise

If only you knew my dear,
That you are my deepest fear.
I once told all my secrets to you,
just as I still do.
If I could give you anything in the world,
I would give you the world's most beautiful pearl.
I know you're slipping away,
and that scares me to say.
 Memories of us are flashing through my mind,
This I most certainly despise.
Cause beauty is only temporary
But my love for you is extraordinary.

Friday 30 May 2014

Your Accomplishment

The way you looked at me
I knew I was your key
You took my life as though I had another.
You made me feel like no other.
You were my cure,
Yet my greatest destroyer.
I was always scared to be free,
Until you came along and let me be me
You were my layer,
As you took me layer by layer.

Thursday 20 March 2014

Events that occur in your life can change your perspective

As a fifteen year old young woman , I quickly learned that I could not depend on anyone except 

myself. I have no regrets, because everything I experienced allowed me to grow and develop 

into the person I am now, but the changes I have went through over the last 3 years still amaze 

me. I know I am not old by any means, but my perspectives have changed drastically. I stopped

telling myself I'd never be able to be anyone or do anything and I was finally able to get my life 

together. I take complete care of my younger sisters and my education. I have learned to follow 

my dreams, push myself when I feel I can't keep going, and never settle for anything less what 

my family and I deserve.

Monday 3 March 2014

A Poem in the Perspective of Romeo

The moment I opened my heart, and let you in
I saw an enormous love starting to begin
It was hard to imagine the day or even the time that would make such a change
The day that left its own imprint on me  
Dear Juliet, you brightened my life
Dear Juliet, you made me recover from my past
It feels like I have began a new life
Therefore; Juliet please be mine



I have loved and I have paid the cost
I have suffered and I have felt the pain
The pain of the love I can no longer find
I could search my whole life through
,but never find another ‘you’
So why even bother? When I can follow you
We will live together
Or die together

Let the fate choose our destiny

Tuesday 3 December 2013

     " To Kill a Mockingbird " Journal Entry from Scout's perspective.

  Hey there, my name is Scout Finch. Originally it’s Jean but I prefer to be called Scout, mainly because growing up I was a tomboy. Anyways  I was born in 1926,, my mother died shortly after. I grew up in Maycomb, Alabama with my father ‘’ Atticus’’ and my older brother who I truly love Jem. Our mother died when I was two years old  so we have a cook to take care of my brother and I since our father is almost never home. Maycomb is not a very productive town nor does it have many employees. It’s suffering from a great depression and it’s almost bankrupt; However my family is not as poor comparing to the others. Thank to our ancestor Simon Finch  who left us a farm and my father who’s a good lawyer. September 1933 was my first day of elementary school . My first year of school overall was a disaster, I didn’t enjoy it at all. Miss Caroline didn’t seem to like me very much and made me learn the alphabets all over again when I can read just perfectly. She was in her early twenties and had just moved into our town, so she doesn’t know a lot about the town and its people. She didn’t know that Walter’s family were extremely poor and that Ewell’s children only showed up the first day of school. I felt sorry for her when she started to break down, but it’ll take some time for me to forgive her for hitting me with the ruler.

Tuesday 12 November 2013

To my dearest English teacher Ms.Hanckock
Every morning as I wake up I think of you,
as the hero that came into my life.
More and more you appeared to me when I’m struggling for help.
you bring me much delight.
You taught me to always follow my dreams,
never give up or stay away.
Therefore I’m here to tell you that,
I will forever write metaphors.

I love my mother, but sometimes she is harsh on me
My mother to me is like an office building
she is rigid and strict, never really a joker
she hates fooling around and wasting time
I don’t particularly feel close to her at all times
We humans often feel sadness over occurrences in our lives that we have no control over
And often in those times it’s best to have someone to talk to
but not all of us have that someone
a metaphor is that someone to me
It allows me to express my thoughts and desires
I feel like a locked bird in a dusty, old, depressing cage when i’m not writing metaphors
they are like sense of freedom to me

metaphors oh how much I love metaphors

Wednesday 23 October 2013

Life

 


A picture can tell a thousand words, but very few words can change its story. This picture has inspired me to look again at my life and realize: ‘’for what is worth it, it’s never too late or too early to be who you want to be’’ -Eric Roth.  This picture motivated me to take a step towards my future, and how it should be.  Life is life, it never changes weather you like it or not. It’s always doing what its meant to do, and if you like it you will deal with it. So are you, you should always do what you think is right to do. Never get affected by what others think of you. Because if there are people out there who really care about you, they will always be there for you. We all live a life, which we try to give value to. But have you ever taken a moment and thought: am I doing the right thing? Am I doing what is making me happy, and am I fulfilling my destiny? Furthermore this picture has given me the strength to focus on my life right now, and the power to forget my past.