One thing I really hate.

One thing I really hate is when people are mean for no reason. I just sit there and think what is the point? If someone didn't do anything to you than why do you have to be mean to them? I see this every single day and it just makes me so mad. I think I am an all around good person and I try to be nice to everyone because everyone deserves it. I just don't understand why us as humans do this or how we can even do this to one another. I'm not going to sit here and act like I am ok with it because I'm not. Just the other day someone was picking on and being mean to someone in one of my classes and I just had to say something and that person looked at me and was just flat out rude. Are you being serious right now?! I was trying to be nice and now you have to pick on me, are we six years old here? You are in high school, act like it. We are way past the point of not accepting people and being nice to them. You never know where that person is coming from and you have NO IDEA what they might have to deal with. Don't be that person to make things worse. Next time you find yourself doing this just look at yourself and ask what would you do if someone treated you like that. If you are alright with that than that is your life but do not and I repeat DO NOT make someone feel like that.

Am I a poet?

So since I have started this poetry class at my high school, I have been writing poems more often. Literally every time something pops into my head I have to write it down. Recently, I went to a performance poetry scholarship contest and I ended up winning. I really never thought that what I wrote was that good. I am so happy that my poetry actually did something for me. The judges told me I was a really well developed writer and that I should keep writing! This is the poem I presented at the contest.

I feel like everything around me is closing in.
My head spins and spins around on a pin
that sticks sharp in my cerebral
infused trips of this small picture
these clowns like to call a life.
My brain splits,
I seem to always keep my head
Down so no one can see me cry
So no one can see me smile
So no one, can just see me at all.
You see deaths cold embrace
Was a thing I sat awake
And dreamed about.
My glorious death day,
but now that path to
what used to be my greatest goal;
Seems to be drifting.
My teenage day dreams
Turned into symphonic nightmares.
Nightmares that squeeze my chest
to tight my heart burst
out of my throat
and blood spits from
damaged splits that no one
ever saw before you left your head
Just to show the world how broken
your tiara is.
My head stays down
and has grown to love the look
the touch, the taste,
THE AFFECTION the trembling
ground under my feet gave me.
It seems like I'm back tracking
and recalling memories of
pain and feeling sorry for myself
for things like
The monsters under my bed
sneaking into my room at night
just to hear the cold blooded
screams my skin made as your fingers touched my skin.
Or that time that Daddy said he
loved you, but only because you
were his only ticket to that rush her got from
Poppin' his mind filling candy and
vain quenching heat of passion he called an addiction.
Yes an addiction that seemed like
the other sister
only she was the pretty on
and daddy always loved coming home to her every night.
My head is stuck in this past present future box
Which I shall never get away from.
I've had fingers that didn't belong
here touch my hair and my skin that I
used to love until I looked down and see these scares.
There scares all of you chipped into
but just for your own physical enjoyment.
Every time you walked in
Scanned your little dungeon
and touch my beloved 5 year old body,
that was just another scare my mind
couldn't figure out how to heal and just,
One
More
Emotion
One more emotion that vented out into my everyday life.
Every vent turned into scares
and every scare turned into a new habit.
You. You are the one that I see in my dreams.
You are the Freddie I see in my nightmares.
You are the man that claws
away at my sleep pattern,
causing screams and bleeding
volcanic eruptions in my stomach.
But see, I never told anyone about you until now.
Until my scares can never be kissed by the light
of beautiful happiness.
It's funny you see these scares aren't mine.
These scares? That are hidden all
over my body? Are your problem.
Every day you hear my name
I wan your ears to bleed and all the
air to escape from your lungs
just like mine did every time you
said you loved me.
You see I saw no love
From your actions
Or even your words.
Actually I saw no love at all
to me all I ever saw was
Most likely the best
Nightmare, ever thought of.


Thank you :)  

Like always....

                                                                Like always…

Deanna                                                                                Both                                                      Jeremy

                                                                                Love,

                                                                                                                                Love is the way your heart beats

                                                                                                                                And passion races through the skin

                                                                                                                                Of people who thought low was

                                                                                                                                An invisible action that makes

                                                                                                                                Your whole body weak,

Is a mountain climb.

You climb your mountain

Until you can’t take it anymore

Your heart cried out as if your sweat

Could speak sweet words of passion.

                                                                               

                                                                                  I  wanna talk about love

I want to feel your hands interlocking in mine

                                                               

                                                                                                                                If this thing isn’t love then my heart

                                                                                                                                Has committed a crime and I’m afraid

                                                                                                                                You’ll have to cardiac arrest me.

                                                                Your heart beats out words to

                                                                The secrets of love but you

                                                                Can never understand them

                                                                Because it’s like a math problem

                                                                With no solution.

                                                                Pointless.

You see, his love cast a spell,

                                                                                                                                Over my heart,

                                                                And each and every dream

                                                                That my mind paints,

My hand

                                                                                                                                Fits in yours.

                                                                                Love…

Mine and Jeremy's double voice poem.