The Perfect Guy

His smile is as beautiful as the sunset,
You can't stand to be away,
Because his hair puts everyone and everything to shame,
He knows where you are all parts of the day,
And afterwards he says "It's just hard to stay away!"
He is the best and your not afraid to say...
My God you're amazing...
And he replies "Yeah, because of you"
He is the sweetest angel from above,
And he is the best of the best and your love.

Poem

One day is one life
One life is a while
A while is short
Short is still important
Important is excellence
Excellence is not perfect
Perfect is impossible

Haitian Soccer Team

Imagine one day coming home, to nobody, nothing. Now imagine that you were in a soccer stadium and you along with your team mates were practicing for an upcoming soccer tournament, you got lucky and you along with your team mates survived, but unfortunately your coach and most of the country was not so lucky. Would you play in your tournament now? This Haitian soccer team was brave and strong, they decided to play. When you go to play, places take you in like their own, give you a field to practice upon, and a shelter to live in ten times nicer than your usual home. As you get ready for the tournament, you all sing together. After the first game, which they lost they were all very disappointed because now the next game is critical it is win or go home to the starving bodies buried by everything imaginable, and one of them could very well be somebody in your family, struggling terribly, drinking dirt, crying and praying like crazy, wishing they would just die already. Now this Haitian team, whom is now completely devastated after losing the critical game and mainly because they did not bring happiness and joy back to the country but even more disappointment and no they will be living and eating whenever somebody offers but most of the time never. Now you can imagine the struggles they face everyday so when you think that it is completely unfair that your parents won’t let you sleep over at a friend’s house don’t think that that is unfair because people in Haiti would be ecstatic to trade lives with you. Which is really sad when I think about it.

State!

All you hear is slaps and screams as you take a shot from here and there. Tweet!, the whistle blows, but not for us of course, because the reason we got slammed to the ground was not because the other team pushed us, I'm sure, but it was our fault because we just randomly go flying at the other team and fall down hard or dramatically as the other team would say. Although every referee and team was against us in particular we still managed to fight through and win our first 4 games. after that the referee's just got extremely ridiculouos if not already, and as the time ran out we were the one's losing as our luck ran out and we placed 6th. Sixth may not sound the best to you but out of 32 teams and the worse refs. in the state I'm ok with that. I would replay any of those teams that day, with fresh legs,and arms, as well as good refs, we could've won, but not without a fight.

Another Place in This World

It is beautiful day out today, leaves falling along with snow that covers the bare roots and branches, how I love when fall changes to winter, it is so beautiful, I love it!
“Mornin’ hun.” My mom says to me as I walked downstairs because of the smell of bacon and the aroma.
“Hey, mom, whatchya makin’?”
“Bacon, and cheese omelets, you want anything other than cheese on your omelet?”
“No thanks, why are you actually making breakfast and, I have to go to basketball today don’t I?”
“Yes, why don’t you want to?”
“I have no friends there.”
“Fine don’t go.”
“I will, bye.”
That is not even the truth of what happened that day because I forgot about the part when I go somewhere else in this world, but this is what happened.
“Hey girl!” everybody at basketball yelled to me.”
“Hi.” I say back as I slip and fall into another world, or is it.
“Oh my gosh, your Taylor Laughtner!”
“Yeah, who are you?”
“Kristen.”
“Whoa, you really remind me of someone, do you have a boyfriend?”
“Haha you are so funny, NO!”
“Well I think I’m gonna change that answer for ya.” He says in his perfect voice.
“What loser friend do you have to set me up with?”
“None, why would I let a friend have ya?”
“Haha you are so funny, seriously, girls like me don’t just meet people like you unless were pretty, really, really lucky, and whatever else people like you want in a girl.”
“Your what I want in a girl.”
“You’ve only known me for 7 minutes, you don’t know me.”
“I can say the same about you.”
“Yeah, I guess but you are a movie star, a really good one if you ask me, I don’t need to know you, I just need to see you it tells me everything.”
“Oh yeah, so what does that show you, he says while taking off his shirt.”
“Oh my goodness, it tells me that you have an 8 pack, and that your really nice, sweet, and handsome.”
“Okay, I can say the same about you, well not handsome but pretty, and I’m not sure about the 8 pack, but really I’ve known you for 10 minutes and I’m already in love with you.
“Me too.”
“Cool.”
That is the last word I said to Taylor Laughtner that day, as I wake up and realize everything was a dream, now I think I’ll go eat my cereal for breakfast.

Jenny and Me

The sunrise to the sunset on November 13, 2003; everything has changed. The sunrise was peaceful, and me, well, I was going to go and visit Jenny that day, my best friend, my only friend. She was 25 at the time and I was 14, an outsider, never fit in, and now, never will. This is the exact evening when my life changed forever, that is what I thought until way more has happened.

The Morning of November 13, 2003...

The day is new, fresh, colorful, but in a peaceful, beautiful way. Today is the day, Jenny's day! That is one thought I had on that morning which was true, but not in the way I expected. The day I pictured was far away, actually now because of what happened on this day, will never happen. This is the day that Jenny was supposed to have her baby, I was going to be the Godmother, which was never really a dream of mine, but now that it will never happen, I will miss it dearly. The baby is now my enemy, although it is dead along with Jenny, I still dislike it because, she died because of it. The way that she died was not nearly as peaceful as the day it was actually quite violent. The baby was about to be born, but then, Jenny had stopped breathing, the baby's leg was hitting her heart and now she will never know what parenthood is like, like she has always dreamed about. I always haven wanted the best for Jenny, but now that I am left alone on this earth I really wish she was not in Heaven without me, but I know she is in a better place and she is thinking about me, watching me and I feel inside that she is a part of me. And back then, oh how I did not know how much a part of me she was until that evening. One evening I heard a voice, Jenny's voice, and then out of nowhere there she was.
"But... But, I thought you were dead."
"Who says I'm not? Ever watch ghost shows, they are reality."
"No, it can't be, how?"
"I love you, your like the daughter I never had and my best friend, I'm living through you."
Now, you may think that you can never have a normal life with a ghost living through you but now, to me, it is just normalcy. I can't get rid of her and, heck I don't want to. I could never picture my life any other way, now at least. It's perfect.

The Rose

Yes, it’s my birthday, awesome. I sarcastically think in my head.
“Sarah, honey, happy birthday!” my aunt Lily says. Finally I like my birthday, I just turned 13 on October 13, 2000 when this happened. That is the exact moment I received, the rose.
1 year later…
The rose is now my world; my friend, my life, my, well, everything, and what am I supposed to do now that she is gone? What happens if I lose the one thing I have left of her? Never mind that for now, I have a plane to catch, yay so much better, go to California but why, of yeah for her funeral, happy birthday to me, good day to turn 14.
“Sarah,” my stupid sister screams at me.
“What you want?”
“To leave sometime today, hurry your butt up.”
“Why? I don’t want to leave.”
“It’s for your stupid birthday.”
“Yeah, I wish.”
“Mom said Aunt Lily is gonna be there.”
“Yeah, please just don’t talk about her right now, I’m begging you!”
A couple days later…
Silently she lays, peaceful, as beautiful as ever. Why did she have to go? I just want to be with her, it isn’t her fault, she can’t chose not to have cancer. In the long run I know she left me in this world all alone for a reason, I have a purpose. What is my purpose I ask to the rose one day? Suddenly out of the blue the window flies open and something now lies in my hand in place of the rose. A picture. A stupid picture of some person. A young girl, whom does look a lot like me. Is this another treasure of her past I whisper to myself?
“One person’s item is another’s treasure.” I hear in the middle of the silence.
“Who was that?”
“You will find out in a week or two.”
“What?”
“Just wait, and remember, ones item is another’s treasure.”
In this silent room I await. What will happen next? I pack up everything I have, I don’t like it here anymore, I am going home. Beautiful, peaceful, could the voice be Aunt Lily’s? I know she once said,
“I have many item’s and so do you, chances are if we trade our item’s with each other they will be much more valuable in our hearts, just wait.”
Maybe she, Aunt Lily is trying to tell me something. I will find out soon though, in a week or two, a wise woman once said. What does this mean? My mission is coming, I question what I am feeling inside though strength, courage, ha none of the above. I feel week, poor, and dying.
1 ½ weeks later…
The hospital; ugly, lonely and grey. This is what Aunt Lily had to go through. Goodness, I feel even worse for her now than ever.
Those are the last words we ever heard from Sarah, before she joined her Aunt and the rest, well, maybe you will find out some day.