Dear John Doe

Dear John Doe,

Do you remember me? I can't remember your face. I can remember your soft lips when they touched my skin. I can remember you whispering in my ear telling me sweet things until I went to sleep. I can remember your gentle touch as you explored my skin. I can remember just how much passion you had when it came to your job, your life. I can remember all the little things, but John I can't remember what you look like. I can't remember the color of your eyes but I can remember your stare.

Actually written on 11 December 2011 for a certain guy I was dating at the time. I think I knew for a while that it was going to fall apart. Just not the way it had...

Straying from my original plan

Well my initial thought was to braid hair of my sister and friend and take pictures of it. However, I pulled a muscle in my arm today and that plan was canceled. Instead I just took notes from my Chemistry book and it's been pretty boring. I skipped my usual 3-6 nap and the day has come across as endless. I wanted to go see the movie "We bought a Zoo" but so far my friends haven't rated it to be that good but more on the side of disappointing and full of swear words. Personally I don't care about the swear words but with friends who are parents, well it's obvious that that's a factor. Like I said I haven't seen it but the only reason it interested me was because of the animals. I was told that it wasn't really about the animals which I find to be a let down. I scratched it off of my "want to watch" list. Now only War Horse is on the list. I watched a very touching video today about a boy who escaped death three times, but died on Christmas. It brought me to tears. I think you should all take the time to watch this video.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=35O3E3T3GKQ

Finally up to date

So I am so happy that my blog finally looks nice. Thank you to my sister who helped me in my illiterate butt get it to look so nice. Well she showed me how to do it in my "Life Lessons" one and I used that to work on this one. I know it's not really THAT original but I am happy with it and I feel more inspired to post on here. Even if people don't follow me. I'll probably treat this as a journal of some sort. Well to be honest I am not sure what this will be, but I'll try to make sure that it is at least interesting to read.

A Little Beauty you have to Feel

 

"This is not the time to wonder, and this is not the time to cry, this is just the time to feel."

There are so many wonders here in our own backyards. We just have to take the time to breath them in and let them show us just how magical they are. Just take a walk and look around you. This whole world is mesmerizing and it shows its wonders to us. Happy Holidays and I hope you all are ready for 2012.

Small Story

Walking down the road he found the world to be dull and dark. As if it was stuck in black and white with no passion. Nothing valuable. His shoes hit the snow covered cement and he put his hands in his pockets staring at the road. What was so special about the holidays? It was cold, there was so much snow, he hadn't seen his friends, his family was arguing. It wasn't exactly good for the holiday spirit. Sighing he watched his breath fog in front of him before he looked up seeing someone along the way. She was taking a picture of the towns Christmas Tree. From her back he didn't know her. She seemed to hear him approaching because she turned around. He gave her a bored expression. She was locked in his world of black and white, bland and uninteresting. She tilted her head and he met her eyes. "What're you doing?" He asked and she smiled at him. "I'm taking pictures of the wonders." She replied and he looked at her with a frown on his face. "Wonders. . . Ha." He said and she smiled as he reached her she grabbed his arm and showed him her camera. "You have to take the time to see them. You have to be willing to open your eyes to what the world has to offer. It may be dark now, but the sun will always come up." She said handing him the camera and he looked at her. How stupid. She smiled before she turned and walked away. He went back home and into his room and fell onto his bed. Out of boredom he decided to look at the pictures. As he looked at them he smiled finding them to be rather beautiful. The colors so vivid and alive. It sent a warmth swelling through him. He uploaded the pictures to his computer and looked out of his window at the snow falling. Maybe it wasn't so bad after all.

Biology

So, taking notes during the lecture portions went well, I believe I understood most of it. The problem came whenever we went to lab. I guess I should explain a little better. Well, last week we planted mustard seeds in little containers. Simple right? Well this week we were told that any plants with a stem color other than purple had to be removed and we would have to replant. This was because we wanted the purple stem genetics for our experiment that we will do later. Well that's all fine and dandy. We had no plants with a different stem color so my group didn't have to change anything. However, what we did have was a plant that was growing much too slow, so what did we have to do? Remove it because it won't survive. So we had to plant another one. This will take till next week to show us if it is okay, or if we will have to remove it. All that sounds peachy right? Well the next project was certainly not. We had dead bees in a container and had to take one. Simple. Then we had to get a toothpick and glue. Easy. The hard part? Poking a hole in the butt of the bee to glue it to the toothpick with. Gross! But all in all, rather simple. Just have to remember to wash your hands. Otherwise, well, it's unsanitary and I don't know how you feel about having dead animal cells on your hands, but I don't like it.

My Magical World

Your harsh words bring the rain,
The drops upon my hand show the pain,
I hear the pitter patter softly there,
This miracle of Earth's tears I will not share.

The window is my barrier between reality and home,
For the outside is where I am known,
Among the stormy clouds and the wind,
Blowing my hair back as if I had sinned.

The drops hitting like fire upon my skin,
Burning red marks show where I have been,
Looking up to the gray covered sky,
I wonder how this life has passed me by.

The air moving through my hair like a brush,
The caress on my face is a gentle touch,
The rain hits my cheeks ever so gently,
As if to say "You were the one who sent me."

Darkness dancing around my touch,
Surrounding and consuming too much,
The stars within the dark lighting up like fireflies,
Breaking the darkness and lighting up the skies.

Sunlight making a dress of my raggedy clothes,
As I twirl it is sunlight bright enough for shows,
The rain dancing off and creating a rainbow,
The dress taking me places I could never go.

Dancing on the dark side of the moon,
Lighting it up with the sunlit dress soon,
The galaxy is watching this sight,
As the elements learn to take flight.

The warmth is replaced by a salty smell,
The ocean water is beneath my feet like a soft bell,
The water caressing my feet,
Where the earth and water meet.

Walking back towards the shore,
The dancing sky of twilight burning in my core,
The sounds of wild creatures filling my ears,
A wilderness of creatures from wild fears.

Birds soaring overhead,
Singing a song soft and sweet as if said,
Tigers roaring out into the changing scene,
You wouldn't guess they aren't mean.

The sunlight dress touching the ground,
Making plants grow without a sound,
Flowers blooming behind my back,
This beauty no one can hack.

Birds beneath my arms pulling me into the air,
The sky is a place we can share,
Clouds racing by like streaks on a painting,
The wings beneath me vanish me and I am falling.

Laughter chiming from my heart,
This world is what I have created with one start,
Landing softly back in my kitchen with the coffee,
This is the world that only I can see.
 -Kayley L.

This is an original poem by me, and yes, it is under copyright. Yay to me for having the system figured out.