Blaming the clouds

You always seem to be in the way.
Getting into other people's business.
No one likes an eaves dropper.
You are gone when I need you
But there when I don't.
You block the light that makes me shine.
Why do you have to be so mean,
So cold,
So dark.
You try to change me,
To be like you.
I don't want to change.
I want to be different,
Not alike.
It's easy to blame you for everything that goes wrong.
Thanks, I guess, for that.
But even though I am mad at you,
You still seem to cheer eme up
When you send a little rain my way.

What's on the list?

My first kiss is on my list.

Milk chocolate, more Vans shoes, strawberry milk all the time, books that appeal to me are on my list. 

New clothes, a trip to Australia, a trip to Canada, some more strawberry milk, to eat at Olive Garden, friends who care, dancing at a stake dance, eating ice cream, watching the sun set is on my list. 

Going to the beach, feeling the sand on my feet, dancing in the rain, to eat kettle corn whenever I want, to watch my favorite TV show, cry during a movie, to own a beat-up car just for me, to have the sun shining on my face is on my list. 

To have dreams come true, to have more kettle corn and strawberry milk, having fun all the time, friendships that last, happiness, feeling a cool breeze brush across my face is on my list. 

Finishing school, graduating high school, going to college, finding someone who loves me, maybe reading a little more, listening to music is definitely on my list... 

But I'm noticing that growing up didn't make my list.

On a Bolivard of Broken Dreams

I walk alone. I walk alone. Feeling left out of all decisions. I walk down the hall knowing no one really cares for me. I smile at a boy and he just turns away. I look around and no one is there anymore. I am alone. I am alone. I read about fairy tales and hope they come true. But in my mind I know they never do. I sit in a class with just me. I try to write words but I am too alone to write anything. I walk alone. I walk alone. I missed the bus and walked home. A car almost ran me over and I dropped my backpack in a puddle. Everything is wet. No one came to help me. I walk alone. I walk alone. I look up at the sun, but it's behind a cloud. Dirt covers the snow and everything looks dirty. I try to keep the tears from flowing down my cheeks. There are no flowers. I walk alone. I walk alone.

Just lay back and Remember...

I remember eating fish for the first time. 

I remember having my heart broken. 

I remember when I first learned to tie my shoes. I was wearing pink sneakers. My grandma taught me. 

I remember never saying sorry to my friends. I'm so sorry now. 

I remember almost kissing someone. 

I remember pulling out my teeth to beat my cousin. 

I remember all the summers going to Canada for family trips. 

I remember. 

I remember chopping off my hair. 

I remember being called a boy by a teacher. My hair through her off. 

I remember being recognized for doing something good. I received a sticker. 

I remember I used to be good at writing. 

I remember the AP test that I have been studying for.

I remember the smell of my grandma's homemade bread. 

I remember my grandparents awkward tension.

I remember most of the lyrics to random songs. 

I remember why crowds scare me.

I remember seeing my sister grow up.

I remember losing friends over crappy situations.

I remember falling in love... again.. and... again. 

I remember eating homemade coconut cream pie. I can still taste it even now.

I remember falling off my purple bike. 

I remember playing in the mud. 

I remember the four square game I used to play in elementary school.

I remember watching three state championships for basketball. 

I remember working for money. 

I remember applying for college. 

I remember loving to dance.

I remember not caring about what others thought of me.

I remember getting good grades.

I remember saying the pledge everyday. 

I remember winning a reflections contest. I was in 1st grade. 

I remember not having friends. It was lonely. 

I remember trusting people I shouldn't have. 

I remember listening to music when I was sad.

I remember staying up late.

I remember painting my nails twice a week.

I remember waking my parents after curfew.

I remember saying I'm sorry. 

I remember wanting to run away. 

I remember singing so loud that all my problems seemed to melt away.

I remember praying really hard.

I remember what it felt like to love and be loved.

Build the airplane

 

1. Get a blank piece of crisp white paper.

2. Fold a sheet of paper exactly in half long-ways, and re-open it so you have a crease separating the two halves.

3. On one end of the paper, fold each corner in towards the center to the point where the inside edges are even with the center-line crease.

3. Starting at the very tip of the point, fold the paper down on each side so the inside edges line up with the center crease.

4. Turn the paper airplane over and fold it in half along the center-line.

5. Fold the first wing with the line of the fold running nearly parallel to the center-line of the plane. Make this fold from 1/2 to 1 inch from the center.

6. Fold the second wing exactly as you did the first.

7. Now through the plane away from yourself and watch it fly...

The Dialogue of High School

Sayings found in the Halls of High School

you did what?!

Ya he kissed me last night

This ap test is gonna suck

YOU Liar!

My parents grounded me from snap-chat for a week!

hey…

What’s up man?!

I’m gonna fail!

Use You Dang Pronouns !

She cheers, I sing. We read, they don't. 

He's athletic, I'm not. She talks to guys, I can't. 

They can't dance, but we can. He's smart, I'm not.

 She plays tennis, I do gymnastics. She's an artist, He's not.

 He is tall, I am short. She has fashion, I don't. 

They have blonde hair, we have brunette. She doesn't eat, I do.

 I have bright blue eyes, she has dark brown. He has a cute smile, I do not.

 We all can write, can you? He can run, I can't.

 I can read, she won't. They throw parties, we crash them.

 He is strong, I am weak. She is a teacher, I am a student.

 He cheers, I scream. I tan, she burns.

 He doesn't care, I do. She has a big house, I have a small house.

 They play piano, we sing along. She closes doors, I open them.

 He pushes, I pull. She talks, I listen.

Look Mommy! No Hands!

At Last...... Alone

Collage of LOVE

I LOVE YOU

Just for Six

   Close your eyes
Clean your heart 

        Fear is Dumb, so are regrets

What we think, we become

Poetry Mash-Up

So much depends

On how I feel.

The words are so familiar

But at my back I always hear

“We were all beautiful once…”

The look of my face when He saw it,

Did He like it?

Does it look beautiful to Him?

I guess…

There are worse things

Than being alone

*The Red Wheelbarrow by William William                

*A New Poet by Linda Pastan  

*To His Coy Mistress by Andrew Marvell  

*The Act by William Williams

*Song of the Little Cripple at the Street Corner by Rainer Rilke                         

*Oh Yes by Charles Bukowski

Who Knew?

Oh the heart...

The only muscle

in the body

that can be broken

with a harsh word,

or be repaired

with a gentle touch...

You're Perfect to Me

Made a wrong turn, Once or twice

Dug my way out, Blood and fire

Bad decisions, That's alright

Welcome to my silly life

Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood

Miss "no way, it's all good", It didn't slow me down

Mistaken, Always second guessing

Under estimated, Look, I'm still around

Pretty, pretty please

Don't you ever, ever feel

Like your less than perfect.

Pretty, pretty please

If you ever, ever feel

Like your nothing

You're perfect to me.

You're so mean,

When you talk, About yourself, You are wrong.

Change the voices, In your head

Make them like you Instead.

So complicated,

Look happy, You'll make it!

Filled with so much hatred

Such a tired game.

It's enough, I've done all I can think of

Chased down all my demons, I've seen you do the same.

Oh, Pretty, pretty please

Don't you ever, ever feel

Like your less than perfect.

Pretty, pretty please

If you ever, ever feel

Like your nothing

You're perfect to me.

Perfect by Pink

It Saves Me

I wear a mask. Most don't know or see the mask, but I wear it. I wear it to hide my true self. When I look in the mirror, I sometimes can't recognize myself. I forget to take off the mask and I am a stranger to me. I try to show my true self to people, but the mask protects me from the pain, the anger, the hurt. It shows I am happy and loving on the outside while on the inside. I am screaming, just wanting to let go of the anger, but I can't risk being seen. What will happen if my mask falls off? How will people see me? A fraud? A fake? the mask is my new character. It's the other me. The one that has never been hurt by a word, stabbed in the back by an action, sad from consequences. My mask saves me from being judged. But I can feel my mask slowly attaching more and more. It wants to cover the real me for good. Do I let it? I can become someone else, some one new. But part of me wants to stay. The real me wants to stay.

What makes you happy?

As we have learned in Creative Writing, we will die. So the only thing to do is do what we love. As long as we are doing that, life will be worth living.

Space... The final frontier

Have you ever wondered if there are aliens out there... in space? Well, here are some ways to tell if there are aliens already on our mother earth.

1. Aliens often wear huge sunglasses to hide their eyes. Most aliens have large, staring eyes that are hard to conceal. Sunglasses help them appear more normal.
2. Aliens have cold and clammy skin. Many aliens wear synthetic skin in order to pass themselves off as human. It's never as warm as real skin, and it often feels "slimy" to the touchy.
3. They smell. Aliens use all manner of deodorants, perfumes, or lotions to disguise their natural scent, which is offensive to humans.
4. Aliens are obsessed with technology. They spend hours chatting on cell phones and sending e-mails. But they're not conversing with people -- they're actually transmitting data they've accumulated back to their home worlds.
5. Aliens have strange bodily proportions. The newest breeds of aliens attempt to imitate human appearance -- but they never quite get it right. They are like exaggerated ideas of human perfection. Their stomachs are too flat, their chests too big, their faces wrinkle-free.
6. Aliens have strange diets. Aliens may not be able to digest most human foods. Because of this, they are limited in the types of foods they can eat, and they may become vegetarians. Watch out for people who eat a lot of melons -- that's an alien favorite.
7. Aliens dance in inhuman ways. Most alien species have a completely different physiology than ours. They have the ability to move their bodies to music in a way no ordinary human can, and this results in a dancing style that is quite breathtaking.
8. Aliens do not understand Earth's sense of humor. Forget what you saw on Mork and Mindy. Aliens find it difficult to understand laughter -- even a simple knock-knock joke can throw them completely off. They might laugh at inappropriate times -- like during a funeral -- or stare blankly at the funniest jokes.
9. Aliens dress in oddly revealing clothes. Aliens find clothing irritates their flesh, so the less of it they wear, the more comfortable they are. They also like to keep their fake human skin exposed to air, to allow it to breathe.

Funny Bone

Here are some things that you can laugh about. Just to lighten your day. Hope you Enjoy,

Live like you were dying.

      Dear old friend,
Have you ever realized that I am here for you. Helping any time I can. You have never seen me, but you have felt my presence. When you have fallen off your road bike with scrapes and scares, I have picked you up and dusted you off. Given you more chances than you deserve, but you are my friend. My oldest and bravest friend. You have shown your courage so many times it's hard for me to count them. You come to me and I send you away because its too soon for you to properly meet me. But I am getting older and so are you. You are slowly calling to me more and more in your sleep. To take away the pain. But I don't want to. I don't want you to waste your breath on me. Keep holding on until it's too hard. Then, then I will be there. Right next to you. Holding you up. You will see my face snd know that I am your oldest friend. Now you can properly meet me.
             Sincerely,
                           Death

Are you?

What is a friend?

Have you ever wondered if you are a good friend?
A true friend?
A loving friend?

True friends should strengthen each other.
Encourage each other be the best you can be.
Always lifts you up.

"Friends are like fudge. Mostly sweet with a few nuts."
Just remember that true friends are hard to find. Make sure you are one of them.

Afraid? Me? Never.

I am afraid.

Afraid of life.

Afraid to live. 

Afraid to die.

Afraid of love.

Afraid of hope.

Afraid of dreaming.

Afraid of being broken.

Oh so afraid.

Of spiders.

Of monsters.

Of scary movies.

I am very afraid.

Of growing up.

I'm afraid.

Of pressure.

Of friends.

Of not being me.

Oh afraid.

Of dating.

Of being loved.

Of kissing someone.

So afraid.

Of being a nobody.

Of being somebody.

Of being afraid.

I am afraid of everything.

I am afraid of nothing.




Being afraid is normal. It's human. Love being afraid. 

Motivation is Important

This writing prompt is just a bunch of motivational quotes. I hope that some of these will motivate you too :)


*The greatest accomplishment is not in never falling,
 but in rising again after you fall.
                         -Vince Lombardi

*What lies behind us and
 what lies before us are
 tiny matters compared to
  what lies within us.
    -Ralph Waldo Emerson

*If you focus on RESULTS,
         you will never change.
If you focus on CHANGE,
         you will get results.
  ~Jack Dixon

* LIFE always offers you a second chance.
           Its called Tomorrow.

*There is only two mistakes
one can make along the road of truth;
not going all the way,
and not starting
                -Buddha

* The world gave you problems
   because you are the only one
             who can solve it.

*If you can't fly, then run.
If you can't run, then walk.
If you can't walk, then crawl.
But whatever you do,
you have to keep moving forward.
         -Martin Luther King Jr.

Oh, just thinking...

I'm thinking of you.

I'm thinking of you like chairs think about being sat on.
Like shoes think about being worn.
Like pens think about paper.

I'm thinking of you like lips think about kissing.
Like the sun thinks about shining.
Like hands think about holding.

I'm thinking about you like bees think about flowers.
Like cats think about yarn.
Like dogs think about their special fire hydrant.

I am thinking about you like backpacks think about carrying things.

Like jackets think about the cold.

Like socks think about the dryer.

I'm thinking about you like books think about being read.

Like phones think about ringing.

Like journals think about being written in.

I'm thinking about you like eyes think about blinking.

Like hearts think about feeling. 

Like the brain thinks about thinking.

I'm thinking about you like music thinks about a beat.

Like Paris thinks about lights

Like dance thinks about nothing at all.

I'm thinking about you like cars think about a road trip.

Like vacations think about a visitor.

Like shoes think about the ground you are walking on.

Rhythm is a Dancer

Have you ever realized how much music influences us? We hear and listen to music every day of our lives. When reading this, how many of you were listening to music? How many of us listen to music while writing papers, doing homework, or even writing on our blogs? Exactly.

Here is a poem I found that describes music. Enjoy.

Music

Music brings joy,
to all of our hearts,
It's one of those,
emotional arts.

Sounds of melodies,
that we truly adore,
Brings us pure pleasure,
as our spirits do soar.

Music that touches us,
we can't help but smile,
We're free to choose,
genre or style.

Music clearly,
enlightens our days,
Makes us happy,
in so many ways.

by anitapoems.com

Just realize that music is everywhere. It can inspire you to create beautiful poems, creative painting and even your own song lyrics. Music is wonderful. Love it.

What it LOVE?!

As I have been thinking about what to write for this prompt. I came up with nothing. I don't know what love it. All I really know is that people think teens don't know love and don't experience it during adolescence. Maybe they are right. But could they be wrong?

How do we know we are in love? How do we even describe love?

In the dictionary, the definition of love is;

Noun:

An intense feeling of deep affection: "their love for their country."

A profoundly tender, passionate feeling towards a person.

Verb:

Feel a deep romantic attachment to (someone): "do you love me?"

But how do we know we are feeling love? When we go and talk to a cute guy/girl, we get sweaty palms and forehead, butterflies in our stomach, and our heart starts to race. But we also have sweaty palms, butterflies and increases blood pressure when we are angry or afraid. How do we tell it is love we are feeling and not anger or fear?

If there is one thing I know about love, it is this. Love Never Fails. Sure there are ups and downs but in the end, everything works out. Maybe teens don't know love yet. But we will. Someday.

What to do, what to do?

I have realized that I am not a very good poet. So I have decided for my other the "other blog post," i will write a poem and I need some feedback.

She Says

She says she is nice. She is not. She says she cares. She really doesn't  She says she will keep your secrets. But that is a lie. She says that she is dumb. She is not. She says she is fat. Not at all. She says she is like my sister. But we are not related at all. She says every one likes her. That is false. She says this guy likes her. I asked the guy and he said no way. She says she can control me. But no more. No more she says. Now its I say. I say.

Alive

What does being alive mean? I mean... aren't we all alive?

 I believe we are all human and we are all alive. I mean we bleed when we fall off our bikes and scrape our knees. We all fall in love. We all show some emotions. We all need food to get the energy we need throughout the day. I don't think any of us plug ourselves in at night to receive energy that we are in dire need of.

We all just need to remember that we are human and it is a privilege to be alive. Love life, Laugh lots, Love forever!

Intro to Me

So my pen name is apples for life. I know that is kind of weird, but I love it! I chose it because I love apples and eat them every day. My blog title is Apples on a Wall because while my Creative Writing class was in the writing lab, I looked to the right of my computer and BAM! I saw some cut out apples on a wall. And that is how this blog was born.

The Start

So I wasn't sure what I was supposed to write about on this blog or if I was even supposed to write an entry. I'm excited to do this blog and hope it works.