I thought of all the things that happened this year.

All the changes that were made.

All the hearts that were broken.

All the smiles that lit and broke up my heart.

Bad things or good things.

I guess it’s all up to how you view them.

I sat there, listening and watching the darkness.

The rain pierced through it.

I could feel the rain pattering against the cold window.

I heard the steady fall of what seemed like an endless wave of tears.

Tears of happiness or tears of sadness.

I don’t know.

I was born on a day like this.

Only.

The sky stopped crying when I entered this world.

I stared at the sky.

Wondering at it’s dark blue appearance.

Rain…

Why does it rain?

To cleanse?

To heal?

To destroy?

To blur things up, or make them clear?

When it’s raining, nothing seems clear.

The images are splashed across the window like splatter paint.

Only after the rain.

Will the world look crystal clear.

So we must wait for  the rain to pass.

Even if it takes a century, I will wait, patiently.

But, if it never stops.

So Be It.

A dark black room,

Deep but yet light.

A cool summer breeze,

Slowly sweeps throughout

Swaying satin sheets.

A girl lay there,

Fast asleep,

With her spirit

In a far off place.

Well… I finished homework early, so I thought I’d update a little, and I found this poem in my, uh, cookbook notebook. :O

“Why in the world would you write about how hungry you are?” Josh asked.

“Umm…because I feel like it?” I replied

“Well, you could write about SOMETHING ELSE…” Enna interjected.

I shook my head, picked up my pencil, and went back to scribbling down random thoughts.

This is just a random scribble I picked up from one of my notebooks.  And yes…I was STARVING!!!

Rolling sand.

The touch of water,

As it grabs my feet,

A cooling sensation.

The warm cozy sun;

Only a wisp of white in the sky.

The sky itself is so blue.

The glittery ocean

Reflects the sun;

Almost an exact copy.

Because the ocean moves,

Unlike the sky.

The cries of gulls,

The sound of laughter,

The unending sea stretches before me,

So blue,

But yet so clear.

The salty damp air,

The wind with my hair,

The sprays dance around me.

I float on the ocean.

Close my eyes and dream.

I fall asleep…

And the gentle ocean carries me back,

Onto the white sandy beach.

This was inspired by one of my best buddies.  Well, she gave me the idea to write about the ocean, and so I did.  This poem is really old, I had to dig it out of my mountain of notebooks.  I thought I’d give you a little taste of my style before I really start writing some new stuff.  And I put this up also because I’m kind of too busy to spend time writing something new.

Please look forward to more updates from me! ;D

Since I’m just beginning, it’s going to be a bit rocky~!