It was Fate
By: Michelle L. Firestone
I never thought I’d meet the love of my life on a dating website.
It had been three years since I was in a relationship and I was lonely.
I was beginning to wonder if I was ever going to meet my soulmate.
My best friend, Apurva, persuaded me to sign up for OkCupid and I am so glad I did.
I received hundreds of messages and went on dates with a few different guys.
The dates were enjoyable and some were even memorable.
One of the guys was in the military, another was an artist and another was a Jewish guy with a business degree.
They took me to a bowling alley, out for pizza, to a movie and to the
Ice cream, oh how I love thee,
Trickling off my waffle cone
onto the burning pavement.
Popsicles, sherbert, sorbet.
Many summer treats,
but none compare to you.
Im a simple girl.
My favorite flavors?
Strawberry and vanilla.
My spoon
lunges into a mountain of vanilla, drizzled
and topped elegantly with a cherry.
An unusual, but tasty flavor:
Vanilla speckled with pink, green,
yellow, and blue cake dots.
A cure all: heartbreaks
and colds. Ben and Jerry
are a girls best friends.
I could use them now.
Their signature flavor,
cherries tumbling in
creamy vanilla, makes
my taste buds sing.
Ice cream, I can&
When I was 8, I found
a Nike shoebox in the attic,
collecting dust.
A Franklin baseball
autographed by Cal Ripken Jr.,
one of the all-time greats.
A complete set of
Topps baseball cards, 1983 Yankees,
mint condition.
A rusty iron fishing hook with
brown and white slime sliding off it.
A tattered first edition of
The Adventures of Tom Sawyer,
printed in 1876.
The owner of the shoebox
is only slightly less of a mystery to me now
than he was when he died.
I was a year old then.
My mother told me
my father almost lost his Snoopy fishing pole
when he was 5. His father
fished it out of the lake.
Baseball was my father's r
He wakes up every day
empty inside,
wishing he had his way.
To his dismay
she's not beside
him. He wakes up today
absorbed in grey.
He tries to deny
his feelings. Wishing he had his way,
images replay
of her at his side.
He wakes up Monday,
now its midday
he would keep his pride
if he had his way.
He'd feel the warmth of rays,
put his tears aside.
He wakes up everyday
wishing he had his way.
Dainty.
Handle with Care.
Cascades of golden spirals,
Marble blue eyes,
toothpick-skinny legs,
Butter-smooth skin.
Endless racks of
clothes. perfectly arranged
and pressed.
color and style,
designer and occasion.
She had Brains
Beauty
and Talent
Girls wanted to be her,
Guys wanted to be with her.
Locked in her box,
the key thrown away.
Not to be broken.
Fragile.
Handle with Care.
This China doll.
She thought she could bury her inner demons,
Instead she continued to dig the hole
deeper
and
deeper
and deeper
She wanted to fill it, but realized she couldn't
Instead making the hole bigger
till
she
was
trapped
inside it
and couldn't
crawl
out.
"Hush little baby, don't say a word." She rocked the baby gently in her arms while singing a nursery rhyme. Lily had been crying continuously for days. Lily's mother, Tracy, could not figure out why she was crying. She tried every tactic she could think of to quiet the baby, but nothing seemed to work. Lily didn't seem to be hungry, tired, cranky, or bored, nor was she wet. Not even a pacifier seemed to soothe the little one.
She wouldn't have been raising the baby alone if the father had stuck around, but he didn't. When she told him she was pregnant, he took no responsibility, saying he had never intended to impregnate her.
They had nothing to say to each other. It seemed as if everything had already been said. Their relationship had been a train wreck from the beginning. Breakups became routine, happening almost daily. Tears became second nature.The happy times had become a thing of the past.
It had gotten to the point where everyone wondered why they were still together. They could not even stay in the same room without ripping each other's heads off. Their makeups were great, but never lasted long. Their parents and friends wondered how two people who were so incompatible with one another had stayed together so long. They had clashing personalities; he b
He drove for days,
the sky's golden tint replaced the moon's glow,
A bright diamond.
He watched the mist turn into a flood
Drop
By
Drop
Pelted
Down
The man continued on his journey.
It was Fate
By: Michelle L. Firestone
I never thought I’d meet the love of my life on a dating website.
It had been three years since I was in a relationship and I was lonely.
I was beginning to wonder if I was ever going to meet my soulmate.
My best friend, Apurva, persuaded me to sign up for OkCupid and I am so glad I did.
I received hundreds of messages and went on dates with a few different guys.
The dates were enjoyable and some were even memorable.
One of the guys was in the military, another was an artist and another was a Jewish guy with a business degree.
They took me to a bowling alley, out for pizza, to a movie and to the
Oh how I hate the pungent odor,
That permeates my clothes,
That's what happens when you work at,
A doughnut and coffee shop.
Chais, coffee, Coolattas, Lattes,
It can all be so much to remember,
Then you also have Cappachinos, Dunkachinos, and Hot chocolate,
Why can't people just buy a soda or two?
And maybe one donut or muffin to go with that?
I seriously don't understand coffee drinkers,
They can be quite irritating,
They order the same thing day after day,
God forbid their coffee have to much cream!
Or worse too much sugar!
Or not enough cream or sugar!
Now you can just imagine how tragic it'd be,
For these people if Dunki
She had welts on her stomach,
Bruises on her cheeks,
Scars on her thighs,
Cuts on her legs.
She hobbled around,
She had a bad gimp,
Her right leg was broken
Her right hand was broken,
That's the hand she writes with.
Her nose was fractured,
So was her hip,
Her mind was fractured as well,
Figuratively not literally.
Why did she put up with this abuse?
Why did she stay with him? They wondered.
Didn't she want to live a better life?
Did she enjoy being constantly beat up?
No, she didn't like those bruises,
Or scars that seem to completely cover her body,
Nor did she appreciate being degraded almost daily,
She felt like a spe
A beam of light dips over the horizon.
Roosters chatter and birds chirp merrily.
The brink of a new day is here.
At the crack of dawn the alarm goes off,
The house is silen.
I sit and reflect upon the day ahead.
The dawn of a new day is more than a daily event,
But is a blessing in disguise
It is a brand new opportunity for all,
For others to experience new and exciting things.
When you wake up in the morning,
Seize the opportunity that awaits you,
To live life as you'd always dreamed.
Take this advice to heart,
And listen to my wise words,
Get out of bed you lazy bum,
You shouldn't sleep your life away.
As the one year anniversary of 9-11 approaches,
Many horrible memories fill my mind,
People falling out of the World Trade Center,
Their final thoughts in that last brief second.
Piles of rubbage covered the streets,
Remains of the impact into those two buildings,
The planes hit with a very strong force.
Weeks were spent searching for bodies,
Determining which souls had life and which were dead,
The debris may now be almost gone,
But the horrific images of the day,
Will forever remain engraved in my mind.
We will remember this day with sadness,
Sadness that so many Americans were tragically killed,
We will remember the day
The Power of Love
White languid moon crept from behind the shadows,
Mist of the sky had gone,
A whisper of wind brought life after the storm,
Symphony recalled a vision of life.
A moment beat away eternity,
Deliriously she rose to leave,
Crushed from her rejected lust,
It would take months to heal her broken heart.
Drunk and sweating profusely,
Driving like a lion on the prowl,
Death's cold stare flashed before her eyes,
Blood boiling fast, her heart beat rapidly,
Her life had become empty of meaning,
And within seconds ended abruptly.
One woman One man
Two sets of feet
Two Breasts
Two sets of Ears
Two Pairs of Legs
Two Noses
Two Pairs of Eyes
Two Pairs of arms
Four hands
20 fingers
20 toes
Two lives become molded into just one.
She sat quietly,
Immersed in her solitude,
Seeking acceptance.
I wait in silence,
Wondering what may come,
Hoping for the light.
A puppy he once was,
Hyperactive and playful
Unknowing of his fate.
Moon lit up the night,
The stars twinkled and glistened,
I looked up in awe.
The time has come fast,
At the point of no return,
Awaiting her death peacefully.
From beneath the earth,
A blossom pokes out slowly,
Blowing in the wind.
He stands in awe at the road before him,
Wondering which path he should take,
Noticing the "don't walk" sign in the distance,
He contemplates the decision before him.
The voices are guiding him forward,
Suggesting which path he should travel,
They steer him towards the one most utilized,
He stands there deep in thought.
Although he wants to please his parents,
Who want him to live the Ivy League life,
He wants to live a life of his own,
Doing whatever it takes to accomplish his dreams.
His education is indeed a priority,
But independence and freedom are much more important,
He refuses to compromise one for the other,
Mak
I am not invisible
to their stares
and their lies.
They see me walking down the street,
with my baggy sweatshirt and saggy jeans.
They notice my light skin and black hair,
and label me.
They take my blank expression for anger,
My glance sends chills down their spine,
To them I'm intimidating and fearless.
They mistake my curiosity for mischief,
My anger for violence,
and my confusion for rebellion
I fail to live up to their labels
To them I am a druggie and criminal,
Only I know of my potential.
La briza de un aliento
Quisiera detener las imagenes en mis pensamientos
Son curiosas los recuerdos que mantenemos y por qué lo hacemos.
Aquello que no puedo olvidar es mas bien una imagen, una secuencia de ellas, en tono sepia, lineas entrelasadas que se desgarran con la briza de un aliento, y el latido de mi corazon que me lo recuerda una y otra vez, tum.. tum... tum... Ese ritmo es el tono, ese sonido me trae la imagen de buelta, palabras, es solo una imagen, o una secuencia de ellas.
Empieza al hinalar, se forma la curva de su cabello y la linea de sus ojos, eso me basta para saber que es ella, la imagen aun no sé mueve o lo
I haven't been on here forever and I miss it. Not much has changed but I have met the man of my dreams. He's so special to me and I miss him shortly after I leave him. I see a real future with him. we talk about marriage and kids all the time. I just have to figure out if his lifestyle is right for me.
So clearly, my opinion on my relationship has changed since my last journal, as we are no longer together. While I am sad, I know that this is what's best for both o us right now. We weren't happy together anymore. Who knows, maybe we will get back together in the future but now, I need to date other people and see what else is out there.
Food for thought:
Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
I know that he misses me. He didn't have to tell me that for me to know, but he did. I know we both love each other more than anything still but sometimes, love isn't enough, unfortunately. :(
Only time will tell. :*
So I've been questioning my relationship with my boyfriend alot lately; wondering if I really want to be tied down, or if I want to be single. I see all the hot guys around me and it makes me want someone new and exciting. But then my boyfriend does something unexpected, and it makes me realize how much I love being with him and how I'd be a fool to let him go. He's never held me back from living my life, at least not intentionally, so I don't have any reason to let him go just yet. Everyday he shows how much he loves me. It's the little things that matter. For example, he knows how much I love waking up next to him, and he's made more of a
gracias amiga! I didn't see your happy bday wishes till now, but thank you!! my 21st bday was amazing..as the big 21 should be! threw a party for myself and had all my closest friends and my love! so how are you?? its been wayy too long since I last saw you! how's the boy? life? school? still living in nj? let's catch up! <3 ya liliana
ONCE YOU'VE BEEN HIT , YOU HAVE TO HIT
15 OTHER PEOPLE. IF YOU GET THIS BACK
IT MEANS YOUR VERY PRETTY , SO START
SENDIN. IF YOU BREAK THIS CHAIN YOU WILL
BE CURSED WITH UGLINESS * DONT MESS UP !