Limits

Authors Note-I wrote this poem about limits, because I'd been thinking about this a lot. When have you finally reached your limits, and how are you going to seperate right from wrong? I think this poem still needs a little bit of work though and put more concrete thoughts into it.

Limits; Where do they start,
Where do they end?
Your body, may always say no while
Your mind; your heart,
just may always say yes.
Messages conflict
Betraying half,
Without crossing a line.
A line not to be crossed,
that separates everything from insanity.
But when you don't stop, when you cross that line?
you plaster the white innocence
With a new color,
A new state of mind
That you had always prayed;
Prayed would never be experienced.
Leaving you with new questions;
Where does it stop,
When will forgiveness replenish your thoughts?

Spring

Authors note-This writing piece was inspired by the painting East is the Place. It is an oil painting on a large canvas. It was made from 1917-2004 by Milton Resneck. This painting reminded me of spring and life with all of the bright colors.

Spring,
A new beginning,
Time to renew,
Time to restart.
Now rain has come,
To wash away the sorrows of winter.
Wash away broken promises,
Wash away yesterday.
But bring new beginnings,
New lives unknown before,
To start the spring,
That will soon transform into summer.

A neighborhood

 your footsteps hitting the ground

one after another moving swiftly forward

 again and again,

 you go for a run around the block

 it's peaceful,

Your steps are rhythmic,

 Your friend next to you,

 their footsteps fall in with yours

the sound becomes routine.

 The neighborhood, a welcoming place

 a warm place, a safe place.

The early morning dew, still on the grass,

people trim their lawns,

And  fill the air with the calming smell of fresh cut grass,

 creates a perfect scene, a perfect place to be.

Along the Road

Authors note-This poem is about not knowing what you're future ahead of you will be, and I used a road to symbolize someones life.

Driving down the road not a person insight

I look out the window at the sun so bright

Where might I be going? I do not know

I hope the road ahead will surely show

Where does the long road end? Up ahead it blurs

I won't know the answer until it occurs

The road traveled behind me is my past

bumps and cracks in it went by slow and fast

What's far ahead of me; I'll have to find out

Choices could be bad, but that, I like to doubt

I may have a ways to go on this road
as I go, future is what I'll be showed

Loosing someone

Athurs note-This is about the book The Shack, because in the book the father's youngest daughter gets kidnapped and they find her dress blood stained on the floor of the shack and this poem is supposed to explain how he felt after loosing her. (They didn't find her body)

The tears roll down your face

the clouds fall gray in place
the empty coffin hits the dirt
moving into your heart with hurt

cold rain dampens your hair
you've grown to sad to care
Thunder sounding; not far away
gives you a feeling of dismay

The big hole in your heart
will be a lasting part
the great pain of the missing piece
won't ever willingly decrease

Melanie Snyder-Dying in her own body

Authors note-This story is a different ending for the book I'm reading, The Host. It takes place in the future and souls come to the earth and are put into humans bodys'. This is supposed to kill the human host and then the souls live in their bodies, but Melanie, the host in this story, won't give up and is still living.

I tried to reach out to him, my love ,Jarrod, but I couldn't force my arms and legs to move. Wanda got much stronger after recovering from Kyle almost killing her. She was physically stronger and mentally stronger, yet I stayed weak. The fact seemed inpossible. After living with her in my body so long how could I just be slipping away? It was like Kyle almost did her a favor in the long run because she's much stronger now, or I'm just that much weaker. Lately I've been able to see and hear even less and my mind and memory seems to be fading away. Most of the time wanda can't hear me any more.

Wanda? Wanda?! Can you hear me? But there was no answer. I couldn't tell if she was ignoring me or if she really couldn't hear me. Had my voice really gotten so weak compaired to her head that I couldn't scream loud enough for her to hear me? None of this made any sense. She was in my body. How could I be dying now? After all that we'd been through? It couldn't be possible for me to start slowly dying now. Could it?

I have to try again and make a better effort this time. Waaaaanda? Please! Answer! I need to talk to you! Please I'm begging you. I screamed my messege into her head as loud as I could manage. I felt her presence now. She could hear me and she was listening. Melanie? You haven't said anything for a while and you sound upset. Are you alright? This seemed like a silly question for an alien who took over my body to ask me, but I answered any way. No. I don't think I can survive like this in my body. I mean not with you here anymore.... I've become very.. weak. The word was hard for me to say. I had to whisper the word and I wasn't even sure that she heard it, but judging by her lack of answer quickly I'm guessing that she had. There was an awkward silence that fallowed what I had said and finally she answered.

Am I doing this to you? Is there a way that I can.. Can.. Keep you.. Present? I paused for a while thinking this over, but there was no solution to the problem that I could think of. The dreadfull situation didn't seem to have any possible solutions at all. Although this is what she wanted all along I think she had gotten used to me and we came to a place where we're almost friends. It's a strange friendship, but still a friendship. I got back to thinking about her question. No. Unless you can think of a way.. There doesn't seem to be an answer to our problem.

There has to be something that we can do! We can't just give up. I thought about this, but I think that's exactly what I needed to do. I wasn't happy like this. I could just be put out of my misery. I finally answered with a sigh, I think I might have to. 
Melanie? 
What?
You're voice.. It sounds... her thoughts trailed off.
I could feel my voice getting more quiet and tired.
Wanda... I have to say goodbye. Tell Jamie and Jarred that I love them and that I will see them on the other side. I wish them well, but I have to go. Blackness somehow got even darker until I could feel even less than before. I looked around. As the darkness closed in around me it closed the space in between me and complete death.

What Goes On at Wrestling Meets :)

I've only gone to one wrestling meet and I think I left before they started because we went there way before it started. I went with Caitlin, Jackie, and Madi. At first we were walking around and we didn't know what to do but then Madi started talking to Joanie so we went to the cafeteria and once that got boring we walked back to the gym to look for Madi. It was so funny because there was a wrestling meet going on and Joanie and Madi were sitting on the side of the gym and Joanie was curling Madi's hair. When they were almost done they got in trouble for that and had to move to the bathroom to finish it.

Later Caitlin and I had to leave and we were waiting for my dad to come and pick us up so we were sitting in the lobby area waiting for him to get there. We were sitting there for a while and wrestlers from other schools started walking in. One of them wasn't paying attention and he was looking around and he walked into the door and opened it into his face! Then he screamed and I kind of felt bad, because we were laughing so hard and by now he was on the floor and he started to crawl through the door! It was really funny!