Welcome to Gaia! :: View User's Journal | Gaia Journals

Yesturday was my birthday. I had to spend my day at this motorcycle filed meet which is where I had been since friday. It was hot and I couldn't breathe most of the time. I sat around most of the time doing nothing but looking at things and knitting. But when it got dark there was really nothing to do but watch the fire. I don't mind doing nothing but sitting around, but it was really hard for me to breathe because I'm allgeric to alot of the things that were out there. Also for a while I could barely move my right hand and couldn't carry anything with it.

But I guess it was okay since I earned $70 yesturday.

Death

I am not scared of you
I long for you to come
Take me from this place

As I look at my life
I know
Suicide equals failure
But I long for it

You
I long for
Wrong yet exciting
Its our little secret

Pain
Often felt
Mind and body

Our little secret
Thoughts of husbands discovering it

Death, pain, You
Things I long for
Ache for

Feeling your lips touch mine
Heaven
------------------
The idea for this poem came from the movie and book called The Hours. This peom is okay...but I don't really like it. I need some opinions on how to make it better. Also, if you've seen or read The Hours, I would love to talk about them. Just PM me.

Beware: Camping in a tent with at least one person who doesn't know how to really camp, isn't fun. No not fun at all.
I had to go camping this weekend with my mother and this guy. It was a motorcycle camp out. It was boring. I was basically by myself for the most part. I hung with my "Aunt" the most. I got lucky because I got sick and was able to leave early.
I'm sorry but there are a lot of people who do not know the meaning of camping. There were people with TVs, DVD players, and playstations.... It was just weird. The club who was hosting it had a DJ though....that wasn't too bad.

I don't know. I just decided to write in this. It seems like it's been forever since I last did it even though it really wasn't. sweatdrop stressed

Currently reading: The Shell House by Linda Newbery

The Prom Queen Written by Rikku_Luffs_You

As the prom queen stood in tears
She knew the night was ruined she has waited for years
It was finally time to go to prom
When all of the sudden her date was gone
Why he made this decision, No one knew.
He should know what drinking and driving would do.
As she drove in her pretty pink dress down the street
She felt her heart skip a beat
She went to his house, and spoke to his dad
And the words that he said were extremly sad
"my darling, my son has passed away
He can't go to the prom with you on this day
I thank you for coming to pay your respects
This will be something you will never regret"
As this thought sunin very deep
The dad and the queen started to weep
The girl knew she couldn't go to the prom without this man
So instead she stood there and held his dads hand
She could feel the sadness build up in her heart
For they both knew that drinking and driving was not smart
It had killed her date
It had taken his Son
But most of all, It had killed their loved one
As the queen began to leave, She hugged the dad goodbye
And what she saw next made them both want to cry
For the queen saw the ghost of her prom date
Walking in through the front gate
She ran up to the ghost and gave him a hug
A hug that was filled with lots of love
She knew that this could be their last chance
So the prom king and queen shared there first and last dance


I thought this poem was so good that I decided to put it in my journal. It sends a message in my opinion.