Leaving/ Promise of Return

"No, you don't understand." I told him, trying not to let the tears creep into my eyes.

"Ma'am. You don't have a pass to be back here. I'm sorry, but I can't let you pass." The heavyset bodyguard replied. His big frame blocked her path backstage. She looked up into his brown, boring eyes and tried helplessly to find some sort of understanding in them.

"But, if you just let him see me. Oh, I know he'll remember me and then he'll let him me back with him. You'll see. Please, just call him. I know he's still here. He just has to be..." I mourned. If he was really gone, I didn't know when he would be back. And if he ever returned, I wasn't sure if I would have the money to come back again.

I couldn't help it. The tears formed in my eyes. I looked away from the bodyguard. It wasn't his fault I couldn't see him. He was just doing his job and probably thought I was just another crazy, obsessed fan making up stories to get backstage. Oh, no. I was far from the crazy stalker-girl fan. I was so much more. I had dreams, and hopes, and broken promises.

The tears flowed faster as I thought of all I had lost because of him. I couldn't keep the thoughts from flooding my mind. I was a hurt, lonely, and broken girl. The tears were part of who I was.

"Hey, now... Don't get like that... It isn't all that big of a deal to see him..." The bodyguard said, sounding quite uneasy.

I sniffeled and replied, "Yeah, it is... I told you why."

"How 'bout this. I'll go talk to him real quick. I'll tell him your story, and I'll see what he says." He consoled. "Okay?"

I just nodded numbly.

About five minutes later, the bodyguard came back with him rushing by his side.

"Oh, Bells... My dear, Bells. I've missed you so much. I am so sorry to have left you." And he scooped me up in his arms and I cried tears of joy and sorrow once again.

Imagery Poem for Enlish

The liquid sun shines,
illumintates my white cotton dress.
It melts onto the field of daisys
making them all so vivid and bright.

The gentle breeze,
plays with my hair,
twirls my dress around my legs,
swirls between the flowers.

The silent sounds:
my heart beating gently,
sighs escaping my content lips,
the flowers rocking back and forth.

I smile to myself.
The flowers create a blissful sent,
which I breathe in,
perfectly content.

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Sweet Sixteen

so last night was amazing. my mom and sasha threw me a surprise sweet sixteen party!

i walked into my grandma's house to find my whole family waiting for me there. i was so confused.

and then a bit later, my friends walked downstairs! there were like 20 of them. i was sooo surpirsed!

but the best party of the night was opening my baby's gift. he bought me the most precious necklace and earring set. and i have them in right nowww. haha. if you wanna see them, they're on my facebook!

oh my gosh

OH MY GOSH!

omgomgomg.

so for all of yous who don't already know i am freakin estatic! huge mood swing right?

wanna know why?

'cuz Thomas is comin up on April 3rd!!!!!! ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

i'm soooo happyyyyyyyy. these past two days have been amazing. i can't remember the last time i've felt this happyyyy. =D

i don't get it.

i don't wanna cry!

i should be happy

i have an amazing bf. who could possibly be coming up here in 2 weeks. and who loves me so much that hell drop anything for me.i also have amazing friends. who love me and care about me and want only whats best for me.i have a good family. it may be rough with mom but it isn't always bad.

i have no reason to cry hysetricly like i just did. and have felt like doing for almost a month. i have no reason to not smile or feel sadness press against my heart repeatedly.

Dark Romanticism poem...

All around were tears
Sad faces and sobs
People will be praying for years
O! Me, I hope they don't come after...

The past is such a dangerous thing,
And everyone seems to take a swing...
Bumps and bruises are left behind.
O! did they have to be so blind?

My gown is long, not revealing at all.
For no one can see what happens at night.
So as not to hurt the tender spots, I wear a simple shawl.
O! But in fear, I clutch it so tight.

The past is such a dangerous thing,
And everyone seems to take a swing...
Bumps and bruises are left behind.
O! did they have to be so blind?

I watch as his body is lowered, and in my mind I see his stone cold face.
Yet through the pain, it sets my heart racing and skin aglow...
Am I such a disgrace?
O! Why did he abuse me so?

books

i hate books. seriously. they are awful things and do awful things to my mind! i hate them!

ok, now explination because that sounds horrible. but i do hate books, simply because they end. I love muhself a good book that i get utterly lost in, but i hate when it ends. I don't even care that the plot has finshed, the story goes on... and i don't get to know about it! horrible and cruel... haha