Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Pretty Poem I found...

A White Rose
by John Boyle O'Reilly

The red rose whispers of passion,
And the white rose breathes of love;
O the red rose is a falcon,
And the white rose is a dove.

But I send you a cream-white rosebud
With a flush on its petal tips;
For the love that is purest and sweetest
Has a kiss of desire on the lips."

Monday, June 21, 2010


Delia’s quivering hands were splayed across the keyboard.

Dear Anthony,

She began to type. She froze, a lump lingering in her throat. Tears began to well up in her deep brown eyes. She shook her head quickly and hastily held down the delete key. If only she could delete events in her life as easily as she could delete words on her computer screen. Then, she would delete the event of becoming friends with him.

NO, she firmly told herself. No, she knew that she still would have wanted to be friends with him. She would still have needed to be friends with him.

It was the falling in love with him that she would delete. Or the heartbreak that followed. The endless crying. The ruined makeup and forced smiles. The awkward friendship.

Delia, Anthony and Sarah had been inseparable since the fresh age of five. However, during their Freshman year at Fairview High, Sarah left the trio. Sarah was athletic and loved by most of the student body. Anthony and Delia were theatre geeks. Throughout their Freshman year, Delia and Anthony clung to each other. Same thing with Sophomore year. And then came Junior year. Or Armageddon, as Delia fondly remembered it.

Sarah miraculously remembered that Anthony and Delia existed and took an interest in them. By then, Delia had realized that she liked Anthony. As more than a friend. She was working up the courage to tell him when Sarah texted her:

“OMG, Ant iz such a hawty. And I think he lykz me, omg! Do u think so??”

Delia was shocked. Shy, nerdy Anthony was the polar opposite of Sarah’s last boy toy. Delia knew if she wanted to tell Anthony how she felt, she would have to act quickly.

That night, she called Anthony. She told him she had something important to tell him. He said that he did, too. Delia told him to go first.

“Sarah likes me back!” Anthony said happily.

Delia was speechless. She hadn’t known Anthony had liked Sarah in the first place. Before she could change her mind, Delia blurted out the five words she had been dying to say:


The silence that followed on the other line was deafening. Finally Anthony said the six words that had led her up to this point:


Delia shook her head, banishing the memories. She looked at the computer screen, took a deep breath, and began to type.

Dear Anthony,

Five words can ruin someone’s life. Five words ruined mine
They weren’t anything terribly tragic, like: “Your father has just died.” They were five simple words that, quite often make someone’s life a whole lot better: “I’m in love with you.”

You said that you’ve never felt anything for me. Come on now, Anthony, we both know that’s a huge lie. We were best friends, Ants. You must have felt something for me. Maybe not in the romantic sense, but something. I know I felt so many emotions for you long before I fell in love with you.

And Ants… Sarah? Really? Ants, you could do so much better. Sure, she’s gorgeous, but that’s really her only good quality, if that even counts. She’s selfish, rude, mean, judgmental, dishonest, and that ‘s not even half of it. Oh, Ants. I only wish you could hear the lies she tells her friends about you. Then you would understand, Ants.

I’m so sorry, Ants. If I could take back everything I said that lead us up to this point, I would. Oh God, believe me. I would.


Delia stared at the computer screen. She pressed the button. The email form went blank, showing that she had successfully deleted the email. She knew no matter what she did, no matter how hard she tried, there would be no happy ending for she and Anthony.

She had just deleted any chance of that.

Invisible is Beautiful

Invisible is beautiful
That’s what it’s turned into.
Being skeletal is attractive
And so is vomiting.
If you’re not a size zero,
You’re basically obese.
Paper thin is beautiful,
So how should we feel?
The average American woman
Who is a size ten?
I guess that no one’s beautiful
Since nobody’s invisible.

I Wonder

Hello There,
Whoever you are.
I wonder…
Have we met?
Are you still a mystery?
Are you thinking about me?
Do you wonder who I am?
Where I am?
What I do?
Am I thinking about You?
Are you wishing you had me?
Or are you happy now?
You probably don’t know this,
I dream about the day
When we finally meet.
Do you think about me
Half as much as I think about you?
Are you with some other girl,
Not sparing me one thought?
If you are,
That’s okay,
I promise I’m not mad.
Because one day
It’ll be you and me.
And we’ll be together forever.

I Miss You

I don’t know if I’ve told you,
But I really miss you.
I miss your laugh,
Your ideas,
Your hopes and dreams.
I miss the person
Who kept my secrets.
The girl who took me seriously.
My partner in crime,
My twin,
My friend.
Seeing each other every day
Evolved to once a year.
Although I’ll probably see you soon,
Soon’s not soon enough.

Blue Eyes

Those blue eyes
Take my breath away.
I see sincerity and
Faith in me.
The questions you ask,
That nobody asks,
Make me feel
So special.
Could it be,
That you and me,
Were meant to be together?
But no, I see it now,
I was just a friend.
You like her
And I’m alone.
A stupid naïve girl.


New Beginnings

I picked up the box labeled “Sophie’s stuff” out of the trunk of the ancient Toyota Corolla. Sophie’s stuff. Down to one box? How did all of my ‘stuff’ get reduced to one stinking box? One box. I tore open the top. I sighed in relief when I saw my teddy bear, Cuddles on the top. As long as Cuddles was here, I’d be fine.

“Sophie?” The DCF worker who tried to make friends with me, Molly, smiled friendlily at me and wrapped her arm around me, “I’m sorry that’s all we could get. I’m sure there’s so much more you want, and maybe we can have your uncle get it in a few weeks. My throat tightened. My uncle. My uncle I’d never met. My dad’s brother. What if he was like my dad? What if he’d do the exact same thing that my dad did to me? I burst into tears, “I want to go home! I want my mom! I want my room! I DON’T want to be HERE!”

“Sophie? Sophie, is that you? Nat, Sophie’s here!” I could hear footsteps approaching me. I peeked out at the source of the noise. I did a double take. THIS was my uncle? My dad had been in his late fourties. This must be my cousin. Although I had been unaware of having to live with anyone other than my dad’s brother and his wife. This guy looked WAY younger than my uncle could be. He looked like one of those cocky college guys that all my friends tried to flirt with. He had a goofy smile on his face and curly brown hair. If I didn’t have to live with him, I would have immediately liked him.

“Hey, Soph.” He said gently, placing his hand on my shoulder, “I’m sure you don’t remember me. I haven’t seen you since your kindergarten graduation. I’m Bryan. We’re cutting out the ‘uncle’ crap.” He smiled kindly at me.

Holy smokes.

“I know you’ve been through a lot,” Bryan continued, “So today we’re just gonna order in pizza and relax. We’ll show you around. Nat’s really excited you’re here. She grew up with five brothers, and she’s always wanted a sister. She went out and designed your room and bought you all this stuff. I told her that you’d probably have your own stuff and wouldn’t want her crap, but she…”

“Bry, I thought you wanted her to like us. Talking her ear off is not going to do that.” A pregnant woman, who was still petite with a dark brown ponytail had placed her hand on Bryan’s shoulder. She smiled at me, “Hey there, you must be Sophie! I’m Natalie, or Nat, as this big oaf prefers to call me.” She elbowed Brian in the side. I cracked a smile, “I’m reeeally sorry that he was the one to greet you. I know, it sucks. He’s crazy.” She looked up at Molly, who I had forgotten was even here and smiled, “Thanks for all your help, Molly. I think Bry and I…” She looked at Bryan, who had smacked his arm in an attempt to kill a mosquito and missed. “Owie…” Bryan whined, rubbing his arm . Natalie rolled her eyes and turned to face Molly again, “Um. I think I’ve got it from here.”

Molly eyed Bryan cautiously, “Um, okay. Well all the paperwork is in order, and if you have any questions, please don’t hesitate to call me.” She handed Natalie her card. I peeked at it:

Molly Hanson
Department of Children and Families Services
State of Connecticut

“Thank you again, for all your help.” Natalie said, shaking hands with Molly. Molly turned to Bryan to shake his hand but he was crazily itching his newly acquired mosquito bite, “Umm, goodbye Mr. James.” “Bye.” Bryan muttered, scratching at the bite. Natalie cleared her throat and once again elbowed Bryan in the ribs. His head popped up, and immediately, a charming smile came over his face, “Goodbye, Ms. Hanson,” He said, shaking her hand professionally, “We cannot thank you enough for all the hard work you have done for us, and Miss Sophie here.” He wrapped his arm around me.

Usually, whenever a man touched me, I would slink away, praying it would end soon. This was my initial reaction. Bryan dropped his arm. He shot me a look that I couldn’t read. Molly and Natalie were talking, so he leaned down to whisper in my ear, “By the way, I am NOTHING like your father. I would never hurt you. I promise.”

Although I didn’t want to, I believed him.

Two years later, I shake hands with my principal, with a real smile on my face. I looked out and saw my family. Natalie was sitting down with my cousin, Ruby on her lap, with a huge grin on her face, her hands on top of Ruby’s hands as they clapped together. I looked at Bryan. He had tears in his eyes. He had kept his promise, and so much more. He was my best friend. I had been accepted to Yale for Pre-Med. I couldn’t have done any of what I had accomplished without Nat and Bry. And little Ruby, too.

Thank Goodness for New Beginnings.

Pardon my Higschool Musical 2 Reference... but...



And we bookworms all know what this means... Time for SUMMER READING!

As you can see, there is a brand-spanking new page up there on top with the list of books I have read so far. Currently... it's quite pathetic. But hey, today's my first official day of summer... so no fear!

Sunday, June 20, 2010

Happy Fathers' Day!

Even though I am 99.99% sure that there are a total of ZERO fathers reading this blog, all my lovely readers should go and wish their fathers a very happy daddies' day from meee!

One day, my dad was getting me something from his dresser. I looked in and saw a HUGE stack of cards. Curious, I went back later to see what they were about. Just like those Hallmark commercials. My daddy has kept every Christmas, Birthday and Fathers' Day card my sister and I have ever given him. I found a Harry Potter birthday card, a Tazmanian devil Fathers' day card, and so many others. Its the little things like this that remind me why I love my daddy soo much.

Happy Fathers' Day!

Monday, June 14, 2010

100 Theme Challenge

Yo, writers!

I'm making myself a challenge and decided to share it with ya'll.

  • Write a piece of prose or poetry on each theme
  • You don't have to go in order
That's it! If you want to share, maybe I'll start a blog. If I get enough interest. Now... the list!

1. New Beginnings

2. Makeovers

3. Betrayal

4. Physical hurt

5. Tears

6. Family

7. Failing a class

8. The worst summer ever

9. Hugs

10. First Love

11. Heartbreak

12. Alone

13. Faith

14. First Kiss

15. Shopping

16. Magic

17. Music

18. Roses

19. Illness

20. Injury

21. Dream

22. Nightmare

23. Summer

24. Spring

25. Autumn

26. Winter

27. Beach

28. Beauty

29. Trip/Fall

30. Light

31. Dark

32. Possessions

33. Runaway

34. Admit

35. Deny

36. Right

37. Wrong

38. Asleep

39. Healing

40. Thank You

41. Rescue

42. Promise

43. Protect

44. Fear

45. Rain

46. Stars

47. Doodles

48. Sky

49. Earth

50. Wind

51. Fire

52. Water

53. I Miss You

54. My Girl

55. Therapy

56. Take Me Home

57. Fairytale

58. Fairies

59. Angel

60. Princess

61. Apology

62. Halloween

63. Valentine’s Day

64. Day

65. Dawn

66. Dusk

67. Night

68. Seashell

69. Never Mind!

70. Awkward

71. Hospital

72. Eyes

73. Heart beat

74. Pillow Fight

75. Misunderstanding

76. Help Me

77. Sweet

78. Romantic

79. Cuddle

80. Found out

81. Memories

82. Broken Glass

83. Complicated

84. Making History

85. Biology Class

86. Study Date

87. Eternity

88. Unbreakable

89. Excuses

90. My Inspiration

91. Never Again

92. Online

93. Forever and a Day

94. Colors

95. Forgotten

96. Dreamer

97. Out of Time

98. Knowing How

99. At Peace

100. Ending

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

The Short Second LIfe of Bree Tanner

Oh look.. You can read it for free... legally... online!


I'm preparing for finals. In other words...

I am studying, eating, studying, studying, etc. etc. Last day of school is the 21st. WOOT WOOT!

I am also hard at work preparing my summer reading list. I'll be starting it on the 21st (since that's officially when Summer starts for me), posting my list here and at Katie-isms. ( which, btw, if you haven't checked out yet, you really should.)


If I don't post for a while, I'm still alive. Hopefully.

Friday, June 4, 2010

Muggle Quidditch??

Check this out!


Wednesday, June 2, 2010

New Blog

Hi everyone!

I have a new blog: Soundtrack of My Life. Go check it out and tell me what you think! <3


If I Die Young by the Band Perry

**** WARNING ****
Make sure you have a box of tissues.

If I die young bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song
oh oh oh oh
Lord make me a rainbow, I’ll shine down on my mother
She'll know I’m safe with you when she stands under my colors, oh and
Life ain't always what you think it ought to be, no
Ain't even grey, but she buries her baby
The sharp knife of a short life, well
I’ve had just enough time
If I die young bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song
The sharp knife of a short life, well
I’ve had just enough time
And I’ll be wearing white when I come into your kingdom
I’m as green as the ring on my little cold finger
I’ve never known the lovin' of a man
But it sure felt nice when he was holding my hand
There’s a boy here in town says he’ll love me forever
Who would have thought forever could be severed by
The sharp knife of a short life, well
I’ve had just enough time
So put on your best boys and I’ll wear my pearls
What I never did is done
A penny for my thoughts, oh no I’ll sell them for a dollar
They're worth so much more after I’m a goner
And maybe then you’ll hear the words I been singin’
Funny when you're dead how people start listenin’
If I die young bury me in satin
Lay me down on a bed of roses
Sink me in the river at dawn
Send me away with the words of a love song
oh oh
The ballad of a dove
Go with peace and love
Gather up your tears, keep ‘em in your pocket
Save them for a time when your really gonna need 'em oh
The sharp knife of a short life, well
I’ve had just enough time
So put on your best boys and I’ll wear my pearls


Did ya cry?

Thought so.
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