The Love Of Thy Own Heart

Writer's Block: Set the Scene

2009-06-16T12:06:55Z

Empty parking garages, roadside motels, dark caves, dank basements, overgrown forests—what kind of setting makes you feel nervous?

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depends really....
just going outside can make me nervous, other times its almost completly random

also when you get the feeling that you just know someone is stearing at you

Writer's Block: Word for Word

2009-05-15T02:53:40Z

How many (if any) songs do you know by heart? What are they?

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a lot.
but i don't really know witch ones, i just find myself singing a song to the radio all the way throught

Writer's Block: Dream On

2009-05-14T05:03:14Z

Do you ever have recurring dreams? If so, are they good dreams or nightmares?

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umm.. kinda. i don't know if this counts but when ever thid guy from my art class, chris, is in my dreams he always dies... kinda creppy

Writer's Block: Infamous

2008-12-07T08:22:16Z

Today is known to some as the Day of Infamy, in commemoration of what happened at Pearl Harbor on December 7, 1941. In your lifetime, what date sticks out as the most memorable in terms of world events?

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well, as many would say, 9/11, and im inclined to argee. but i also think that this war is also inportant.

a little piece angst

2008-11-20T19:56:48Z

That first day of second grade promised clear blue skies and cotton candy clouds. I woke up to get dressed, and then headed out the door. I walked down my driveway, the end of which was our bus stop, to meet my brothers and sisters. It was going to be the start of a great school year, but nothing would have prepared me for the storm that was heading my way. As I was getting off the bus to go home, I never would have thought that my mom had some news she need to share with us, I would pack for good that night, or that I would leave everything, and one I loved behind.

That day as I got off the bus I noticed my mom waiting for us. That never happens I thought to myself, as I walked in to my home. Then I noticed my mom crying, “Mom? Mommy? What’s wrong?” I asked. She just told us to sit down, so we did. “I uh, I have something to tell you.” She said, “Just… Cheyenne go pack your stuff. Scott you too.” “But what about Beb? Or Shannon? And Drew? Aren’t they coming with us?” all I got was a head shake for an answer

The next thing I knew I was in my room crying. I had a box in front of me getting stained by the tears that by now, I didn’t even borther to wipe away. I didn’t know where I was going and I didn’t even know if I would even see my family again. I was crying for them, because of them, maybe I was just crying because I was the only thing I could do back then. I cried myself to sleep that night. That last time I packed for the better part of the next five years.

Finally the next day came, after a night of restless sleep. I climbed into our white mini-van after saying good-bye to my dad, my twin sisters, and my other brother, all of whom would not be joining us and heading off to some place new, different, someplace that was not home. I closed the door behind me. My mom got in the front seat of the van. Hesitated a moment before staring it. Then we were driving down the dirt that was our driveway. I looked out the back window to see the other half of my family waving at us. “Bye” I whispered only loud enough so that my brother griped my hand and gave it squeeze. I waved back sadly.

After that the days, the weeks, even that year was all a big blur to me, like I was watching a movie on fast-forward. I look back now and think that maybe if I had said something different, or made better grades on my spelling tests, I could have grown up with my family, and my friends, and have a dog named Goldrush still. Yeah, and maybe I’ll wake up tomorrow and it will all be a dream.

this is me

2008-08-09T09:34:05Z

i'm standing outside watching the darkness come,
watching my love and dreams fade into the night
i'm standing out here and people are watching
but they don't see what i'm seeing
and they don't feel what i feel
and they just don't care,
about alittle girl whos just standing there

running away

2008-08-09T09:32:41Z

looking down this long road
watching the lines pass as i go
i'm getting out, running away
i'm getting out of this town,
out of this place that my mom found
when she was scared and running away
just like i'm doing on this very day
i'm getting out and never looking back
forgetting the childhood i've always lacked

time of the dead

2008-08-09T09:29:59Z

stay awake don't ever leave me
stay awake this is not how it was gunna be
i called 911 and its on the way
and i secretly hope you'll see another day
but im watching you...
as your eyes grow dim
and your heart slowly dies
and i know now it too late
they didn't make it
and it's me that i hate