Mistakes.

Life throws obstacles at each of us
We choose to jump
Or we will fall
Then we have to face the bruised knees and mend the torn up hearts thrown carelessly on the floor

You can’t piece back a life with a new valve to keep our emotions pumping
You can’t mend what cannot be physically broken
We cannot count the tears that we cause others to fall
We cannot hide in our own warped misery that we others created

Mistakes mould you into a clay sculpture of who you are
Even with imperfections
Every single sculpture is unique
A little abstract
Even if someones seems perfect
They most likely have the most abstract sculpture
Behind their glorious façade

Learn, grow, be who you are
If things don’t work out
Better things will fall into place

Remember
Even the most accomplished sculptor made a hell of a lot of screw-ups
Before he created his
Masterpiece

Mould your own sculpture
With your own raw hands
Because you’ve only got one giant lump of clay

You are beautiful

Dear Granny,

You inspire me.

The lines and cervices carved deep into every layer of your skin

Tell a tragic story of a life without meaning,

Without cause

The lines around your mouth curve into a grin a mile wide

The crow’s feet around your eyes crinkle mischievously

I can see deep behind your eyes that you’re life is tragic.

It wasn’t always this way

Once she was a girl, with a poetic heart and a pure unburdened soul with a mind full of tranquil thoughts untainted by society

That was before

Her morals where unbreakable and her mind buzzed with thoughts of a new day, a new chance,

Optimism

She wasn’t just your typical beauty,

She radiated love, femininity, and an inner beauty that could be seen for a mile around.

That was before.

She met him and fell in love with his kind eyes and his soft spoken words

His flawless mind-set and his ability to charm her with his eyes closed

They danced, they spoke, they laughed, and they kissed.

They didn’t get their happily-ever-after.

That was before

He grew and his kind eyes were replaced with evil glares and his unspoken words often turned sour at the tip of his tongue

Hi mind-set was replaced with a cruel emptiness

His charm ran away with the smile he once bared

They sat in silence, he grimaced and he took advantage of that girl,

With the poetic heart.

She couldn’t leave or say good-bye because she hoped and begged for him to return, her prince in charming who had swept her off her petite feet

She had come to learn that he had ran off to a far away land

A place she could not find in this reality

That was before

With every potent year came another line signifying

The hurt that ran deep inside her kind heart

The scars lay bare reminding her that the hurt wasn’t just mental

It ran through her clenched veins, her thrumming heart and her punctured will

Seconds became minutes

Minutes became hours

Hours became days

Days became months

Months came years

Years became a lifetime

For a lifetime she waited for her solider clad in shining armor to save her

From the fate she bestowed

‘Come back to me’ she would pray with her hopes soaring

She prayed to the holy gods continually hoping for their blessing

It was not meant to be

She waited too long

For her prince wasn’t coming down this path anymore

He was gone and she couldn’t let go

Of the future with him she had never had

Or never did have

The beautiful youthful girl is still in there

Hidden behind a life time of hurt

Her soul is still untainted and her laugh still holds the same twinkle

She inspires me

She can live through so much hatred and pain

And still live her life as if every day is a blessing.

David- Challenge

it will start when i start school

David- Challenge

This is a challenge for me and every one who is willing to try it.

the challenge is this to write one piece of writing every day for one year this will start in three days(make take longer) for me to think up some rules for myself and any one willing to try. I will post these rules here and on my personal blog when it gets started.

The challenge may change to once a week but I am still not sure.

well to all who have read this thank you,

David

im sorry!

One Way or Another by Chloe Collins

Sometimes I feel like your the only one who cares. The littlest things you say, have the biggest meanings to me. All of my friends are changing. Leaving me behind in emptiness. I wish I could brush it off. Just like they do me, But I can’t seem to let them go. Because when they were the ones who helped me through everything, they meant the world to me. And now I feel like I barely know them. People change. People fall in love. People fall out of love. People die inside. People just drift away. There are so many things I wish I could change. Like the way your my best friend, though you treat me like shit. Like the way I was completely faithful to him, and he left for her. The lying cheating girl who he just can’t seem to get over. Like the way they feel like they can boss me around, like im a peasant. In a way of hierarchy, there are leaders and followers. I’ve chosen to be a leader. To be able to make new friendships, and be the honest truthful person I am. And they've chosen to follow. Fall into the dark pit of lies and fakes that everyone seems to know, but everyone seems to hate. And they seem to lose care for the people who have been there for them through all their troubles. Which brought me to the conclusion-It seems like your the only one who cares.

I had to fix it up a bit because I made lots of mistakes and contradictions haha. It's pretty old, not great, but I guess it works lol. i apologize for not posting lately. ive been working at a summer camp, and i still have 2 more weeks.

Kayla-The Cold Hard Truth Last Part

This is the last of my story The Cold Hard Truth. I have two endings for it, and I would love if people would comment and tell me what they thought of the story and which ending they liked more. Thanks for reading this, and if you comment, double thanks. (:

Happy endings are majorly overrated.

My dad, Officer Greggory, looked surprised. No, not surprised, he looked floored. He couldn’t believe that I had found out his dirty little secret. Little did he know that I knew this whole town’s dirty little secret. It didn’t take a lot of digging under the surface to realize what it was.

“How did you find out?”He asked me quietly as if he was afraid that somehow through the thick walls of the small interrogation room that someone would hear the best officer in town’s secret.

“Isaac and I would spend most of our days digging into our background. We knew we had a mother and father, we just didn’t know who it would be,”I answered with a grim look on my face. We hadn’t just found that out,”And imagine our surprise when we found out that our father was the town’s best officer, and that he had sex with the town’s craziest crazy.” My father looked like he was about to puke.

“So you knew your mother was,”He let the sentence trail off, not wanting to finish it. I finished it for him.

“Was crazy? Yes, we knew, but we didn’t know how crazy she was till we went and visited her. She didn’t even know we existed, did you know that? She said that for nine months she had been with the aliens in some private ward in the hospital. Were you the aliens? Did you lock her up?”I questioned him angrily, I could feel myself starting to snap.

“It was for her own damn good! She would have hurt you kids! We knew that, it was why she was put into a private ward,”My dad yelled at me, trying to get the point across. Too bad I still wasn’t finished, so I didn’t listen.

“I was different though, right? That was why grandma always kept a shorter leash on me? Because I was different than Isaac. I have what mom has! I have it,”I yelled back at him with all the strength that I could possibly muster. My dad quieted. I was right. There was something wrong with me. I was destined to be the town’s next loony. “What did mom do to get put there?”I asked my dad. He shook his head, and I asked again louder.He finally answered.

“She killed her brother,”My dad muttered quietly. It ran in the family, the craziness did. It was always in the girls though. The girls always had it. The boys never knew what happened till the last moment. I hid what I had found from Isaac. I knew what would happen, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to control it.

“Isabella, what happened to your brother?”My dad asked, and I let out the craziest laugh in the world.

“I killed him. I just snapped completely. He was in his room playing that damn Guitar Hero game so loudly, and I couldn’t take it. I just couldn’t take it anymore, so I went to the kitchen and got a knife. I walked to his room and stabbed him. Stabbed him so many times that I finally lost count, and you know what? I had a grin on my face the whole entire time,”I said and watched as my dad looked disgusted with me. I smiled at him and sighed contentedly,”You don’t know how good it feels to get that off my chest, dad.” My dad’s face twisted into anger.

“You are no daughter of mine,”He then ran out of the room, slamming the door behind him loudly. I laughed, and laughed, and laughed.


Six years later. Ending number one.

“Have you heard?”The old woman asked the group of ladies at her table that were all playing Canasta.


“Heard what?”One of them asked with mild interest.

“That girl that was put away for murdering her twin gave birth last night,”She said with cheerful smile, she loved being the one to bring up new gossip. Immediately all the old ladies started laughing and talking to each other about the news. They all had forgotten about the woman who was older than all of them sitting at the edge of the table with a grim look on her face.

“What was the sex?”The oldest woman asked the bringer of the news.

“There were actually two. A boy and a girl. Can you believe it? She gave birth to twins!”The woman replied gleefully. This immediately brought smiles to their faces at the new realization. The old woman who had asked stood up quickly from the table and started to walk to the phone when she keeled over, dead. But none of the women had missed her last words.

“It has started again.”


 1 year later. Ending number two.

“Isabella, you have a visitor,”A voice roused me out of my thoughts, and I looked up to see my partner in crime. They smiled at me, and sat in a chair next to the one that I was in. I had been in the damn mental hospital for a while now, and I swear that it was driving me more insane than I was.

“I was wondering when you would come,”I said as I smiled at them. They patted my knee gently.

“Patience, dear. I had to wait till it wouldn’t be suspicious,”They answered and I nodded.

“So you see? I was loyal to you in the end. No one knows that you were the one that killed Isaac, they all think I did. You better be glad that my mom had that mental history, other whys the story would have been harder to convince people,”I said with a grin as I felt like I had done a fantastic job.

“You were wonderful, I’m so glad you were loyal to me, Isabella,”They said with a smile.

“No problem, Ruth.”

My Mixtape Is Out- Bobby

Sorry guys I haven't written in here steadily, that's just not something I'm good at haha. Well I wanted to tell you guys, that with all of my music grind, I've finally finished my mixtape! Maybe like a month ago, I told you I was working on one. It's my first mixtape, soo uhhh, go tell me whatcha think.

Download Mixtape | More mixtapes at MixtapeFactory.com

Thanks! It means a lot. You can check out more of my stuff at http://BobbySoRandom.com if you're not lazy hahah. Please tell me what you think!