My Winter Poem

Christmas is a time with love and joy,

its a time for presents and lots of toys.

A tree in a corner, shining so bright,

everyone happy because of its light.

A thick winter blanket covers the roads,

while Santa fills his sleigh with many toy loads.

All the little kids pretend to be nice,

skaters skating on beautiful ice.

All the shops coded in green and red,

and mistletoe hanging all overhead.

Winter coats visible with every soul,

Everyone checking their chimneys for coal.
 All the big kids are happy for no school,
All the parents shopping for gifts that are cool.
Christmas songs played in every store,
Winter becoming deeper more and more.
Winter, my favorite season of the year,
and christmas a time which has no fear.
Winter, a magical time I say,
bells should be ringing every way.
Christmas, when everyone shares a bond,
the shining snow and more beyond.
 

My Life In Words

My life is a series of difficult ways,

my life is a series of beautiful days.

The sun rises everyday,

and my life turns in every way.

Everyday the moon shines bright,

everyday, I see a light.

My life is a meadow with flowers full,

its sometimes sad and sometimes cool.

The biggest part is my mom,

from whom I get my blessings from.

With whom my secrets stay within,

even when I lose, I always win.

My life is full with twists and turns,

with every mistake, I always learn.

Even if I sometimes get sad,

my life's not really all that bad.

The only thing that makes me smile,

is my mom, with whom I can walk a mile.

An ocean where my life lays in,

holds many secrets in within.

Living In The Shadows

This started as I was sitting in my room, looking out of the window. It was approximately 4:00 AM at the time. I started wondering to myself. Why had I done this? Why did I do this to my one and only sister like friend? Why? Just why? I needed answers, and I needed them now!!!! I still remember standing outside the gate of the nearest graveyard. Watching my friend fade away from my memory and had left everyone else asking questions. It was the worst experience, maybe even worse than death. This question had left me alone and I started living in the shadows. I was really depressed and I started talking less and less each day. It was when Julie and I were walking near the beach, really worried about our final exams the next day of school. Then I realized that I had left my phone in car. I told her to wait there while hurried to get my phone. She said okay and sat down on a bench alongside the sandy beach. I got to my car and got my phone, and I saw that Julie had called me 7 times. I got really scared and ran back to the beach to ask her what happened. But she wasn't there!!!!!!! I then heard a scream. I got really worried and went back to my car, I drove to the nearest police station and told them what happened. They agreed to help me. I was sitting in my backyard, when I saw a guy carrying a body shaped bag. I told the police and they let me go with them after I told how much I cared about Julie. I got in my car and we followed the man. We soon lost him, but still continued searching. The police officer told me to go home, they were searching, but it was getting late and I should be getting back. I didn't listen, and went the other way. Luckily, I found that man. I saw him and got scared, he was entering a graveyard. I saw him open the bag. It was Julie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I started crying but kept quiet. I saw my best friend go away, I saw her go away and now she was lost to me forever. I saw her disappear, but there was nothing I could do. I was too scared to talk about that killing trauma. Why had I not spoken up? My words could have made a difference. A big difference. It was now 6 years since that happened. I still lived in same city though, just alone, only me and Karen, my roommate. I was still sad and blamed myself for everything. Karen knew just how disappointed I was. I decided that I am going to leave this city, and start a new life. Karen said she would accompany me, I agreed. 

We were still driving, looking for a perfect place. Then I bursted into tears, when I heard the name Julie on the radio. But we had found our path.

"Stop, look at this", she tapped me and tried to make me stop crying.

"What", I said still sniffling and trying to stop.

"Look" , I looked up as she was pointing at a beautiful city. "We found our path", she said.

Our Friendship

"Wait", she said as I almost fell down the cliff of the path we took.

"What". I said, annoyed because I almost died. She said sorry and showed me the giant waterfall near the cliff. 

"We've been walking for a long time, let's rest", she said in a tired voice.

It all started on a calm day when we were at school. Then all of a sudden, out of the ordinary, we heard gunshots. The war began. We were told to call our parents and then seek safety. My mom and dad told me that they were near our school and were coming there. My brother was in the same school as me, but in the first grade. My parents, along with other parents, ran to us and comforted us. Smiles seemed like they were extinct, we were all afraid. But then, everyone started leaving, me and my brother, and our parents went to our car to get to the nearest airport. We were just about to get on the plane,when  I saw my best friend, she could come with us. Her parents and she were lost from each other. We were about to go, when the airplane door closed with my parents and my brother inside, and Lucy ( my best friend ) were trapped outside. I started crying, because of the horrible trauma. 

Lucy comforted me, " it's okay, we will find another way ". 

Luckily, I had my phone, so I called my mom, the plane hadn't lifted yet. 

She told me to not worry about them, just be safe, and to get away from this place as far as I can. She said that we will be together one day. I understood and me and Lucy started our journey. 

We were near the waterfall, when I heard my name. It was my family!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And Lucy's !!!!!!!!!!! We were really happy, as tears of joy filled our eyes. We had been apart for at least 3 years. Me and Lucy were really good friends. We had been through a lot together. Running, hiding, finding food, and always sticking by each other's side. I am proud to call Lucy my friend. But still, new adventures await us, adventures that were really crazy, they will await us. But I know that with my best friend, I can do absolutely anything.

Our Utopia

Our world is always considered a not- so perfect world. That is very, very true. Utopia means perfect world and can never describe our world. There are a lot of things that make our world imperfect. Jealousy, hate, war, conflict, poverty, taxes, politics, starvation, crime........the list is endless. Do you think that our world will ever be perfect? Some people that go through poverty, war, etc, have given up hope. But I haven't, I believe that if everyone works together, we can make our own utopia. Utopia just doesn't mean a happy world, it means a welcoming world, a world that I would love to live in. Can we build our own utopia?





OUR UTOPIA!!!!!!!
IF WE TRY!!!!!!