Lost In Paris

Honestly, the reason I came to Paris was mainly because I heard it was a fun class, and easy... It has been extremely fun, and unmistakably fairly easy. I've loved it. Even though at the beginning, when I first landed here in Paris, I would get anxiety walking out onto the streets, in fear of getting singled out, hoping that wouldn't happen, but somehow it always ended up that way...Oh well.

I've always known that I love to write, but I've always felt like I've never been good at it, and that it's pointless for me to even try.

Coming to paris has changed that thought. Paris has allowed me to let myself be be more free, to actually express myself through writing, rather than just putting pointless words on a page about the drama concerning everyday life. Even though Paris has taught me that that is actually a very creative, and indie sorta thing to do.

Paris was where I learned how truly creative I can be. I have always thought that I'm not creative, and I never have been...I'm still not, but now I just feel like I have more potential to be creative, and go out of my comfort zone to create something extraordinary.

I'm ever so grateful that I got to experience Paris. It's been a nice break from everything else of the normal life.

It makes me depressed to think I only have a number of days left here...

I can't help but wonder what Paris can do for me later on...

More and more poems..

I'm kidding. I couldn't pick just 3, sooo I'm writing 3 more poems, from the same book.

Listen To the Mustn’ts

Listen to the MUSTN’TS, child,

Listen to the DON’TS,

Listen to the SHOULDN’TS

The IMPOSSIBLES, the WON’TS

Listen to the NEVER HAVES

Then listen to me-

Anything can happen, child,

ANYTHING can be.

This starts out giving the child all these negative thoughts. But in the end, the child is filled with hope. I love this.

Hug O’ War

I will not play at tug o’ war.

I’d rather play at hug ‘ war,

Where everyone hugs

Instead of tugs,

Where everyone giggles

And rolls on the rug,

Where everyone kisses,

And everyone grins,

And everyone cuddles,

And everyone wins.

hehehe I love hugs.

The Search

I went to find the pot of gold

That’s waiting where the rainbow ends.

I searched and searched and searched and searched

And searched and searched, and then-

There it was, deep in the grass,

Under an old and twisty bough.

It’s mine, it’s mine, it’s mine at last. . . .

What do I search for now?

This poem to me is about growing up. When you're little, you are fascinated by things things that are only temporary. When it's over, you just don't know what to do anymore. Well I don't know, that's just how I've personally felt...

3 Poems

I couldn't decide on which poem I liked the most. 

So I'm writing 3, from Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein.

Shadow Wash

I’ve never washed my shadow out

In all the time I’ve had it.

It was absolutely filthy I supposed,

And so today I peeled it off

The wall where it was leaning

And stuck it in the washtub

With the clothes.

I put in the soap and bleach and stuff,

I let it soak for hours,

I wrung it out an hung it out to dry,

And whoever would have thunk

That is would have gone and shrunk

For now it’s so much

Littler than I.

I really like this poem. This poem is telling me to put away my past...to wash it out of my mind and memory, it doesn't matter anymore. My present and future are so much greater and brighter than my past. 

Tree House

A tree house, a free house,

A secret you and me house,

A high up in the leafy branches

Cozy as can be house.

A street house, a neat house,

Be sure to wipe your feet house

Is not my kind of house at all-

Let’s go live in a tree house.

I just think this is cute. "A secret you and me house"... yes.

No Difference

Small as a peanut,

Big as a giant,

We’re all the same size

When we turn off the light.

Rich as a sultan,

Poor as a mite,

We’re all worth the same

When we turn off the light.

Red, black or orange,

Yellow or white,

We all look the same

When we turn off the light.

So maybe the way

To make everything right

Is for God to just reach out

And turn off the light!

I don't know if it's because today is Sunday and I went to church today, but God really did create all of us, we're all different, but He created us equally. 

I'm Trying

It’s sorta funny how fast life moves.

Who am I kidding? It’s not funny at all. It’s scary.

One day I’m as happy as can be. The next, I break down crying...in my closet, of all places.
I can't help but wish I was crying with you next to me. With you holding me.
You make everything better.

I have got to keep in mind that nothing is lost forever.

My paradise is you.

You’re perfect to me.

I just want to hold you close to me. Always. All day, everyday.

Hold you, and never let you go. 

I want to kiss your lips.
I want to tell you, and remind you everyday, how much I love you...regardless of what Nelson says.
I want to stay with you.
And I want you to want to stay with me.

I’m afraid...
Of myself.

Of the possibilities.

Of life.

Of the chances…
I fear they’re against me.

Life gets in the way. Growing up is a part of life. I know we will grow up. We’ll separate. We’ll move on. We’ll all change. For the better. Or worse. Whatever.

Life is scary. I feel so little. Hopeless. Vulnerable.

I just need you to know I’m trying.

I’m afraid of the zombie girl crawling out of my TV.

Untitled.

It is hard.

Sometimes, people will come up to me and say,

 “I’m sorry”

And I just stand there.
Staring.

Cause I can’t say,

“It’s okay”

Cause it’s not.

All By Myself.

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