Archive for the ‘2009’ Category

Life’s a chance

Posted: May 18, 2009 by alexbestep in AlexE

Life is a chance

Alex Estep

 

I have done things that I wish I had not, our minds are made up in a split second and although sometimes we know we shouldn’t do things, we do them anyway ready to handle whatever consequences may come out way.

Most of the time I don’t think about the “what if’s” that could often turn fatal, I just decide and whatever happens, happens.

Life is about taking chances, and if it’s not, then why are we here, we take a chance each time we step a foot outside the comfort of our homes, never knowing if a mass murderer or beautiful day is waiting on us.

Life isn’t about taking chances, Life is a chance.

Advertisements

A Slice of Something Real

Posted: May 18, 2009 by elb2011 in Elyse

I was born off the Atlantic Coast in the middle of a grunge era. I adore the

West Virginia hills. I bought a heart shaped box made out of ivory that I keep a necklace

my grandma bought for me. I have lied to the world. I never admit to me liking being sixteen.

My friends’ faces have lost their innocence. When I was two, I over-dosed on Children’s Motrin because

I thought it was candy. My favorite thing to do is pray and my favorite time of day is dawn.

They are the only favorites I possess.  I still hear my paw-paws hack early in the mornings. I have met about a

quarter of West Virginia. I cry when my sciatic nerve hurts. I love blankets and kitties. I plan on

being so happy I can’t stand it. I am Elysse. I want to be independent.

 

E. Burkhamer

I sometimes wonder.

Posted: May 18, 2009 by alexbestep in AlexE

I Sometimes Wonder

Alex Estep

 

Sometimes I wonder how a room of people can agree how cruel and heartless it is to kill a animal, yet the same people think abortion is acceptable.

I wonder how they see a difference in the two. Both animal and child are innocent, and helpless, both of which never harmed a soul. Something beautiful a miracle God allowed happen.

The only difference I find is that one was created with your help, and ready to throw it away like a piece of worthless trash, that nobody would ever desire.  You say you don’t have time, you can’t afford a child.

Look around, there is a person that can afford children, which would love to start a family with someone they love, but cannot.

You are not only killing an innocent, your ruining a couple’s dreams of ever having a family. And not that that have you not realized all the danger you have put yourself in, of the illness which could consume your being.

Sometimes I wonder if people ever think before they act, sometimes I wonder if people ever think period.

When I was young on the move in Logan

Posted: May 18, 2009 by desirae13 in Desirae

By:Desirae Akers

 

When I was young on the move in Logan

I remember I never had much friends

I was never in one place long enough to make any.

I remember I never had the chance to ride the bus to school,

I always walked alone on the long narrow bridge

that same bridge I tossed petty rocks into the muck of the water on my way home.

 

When I was young on the move in Logan

I went to my grandma’s every weekend.

There she would always fix me my favorite dish,

hot noodles with butter and shredded cheese.

Often we had sits on the front porch to watch the rain lash on everything it touched.

Now days I would be lucky to even get to hear her voice.

 

When I was young on the move in Logan

I was a canvas to my mother.

She used me to make a new picture everyday.

She always dolled me up with her bright eye colors and red lipstick.

I remember the aroma of the perfume she sprayed on me

and the likeness we shared when she was finished.

 

When I was young on the move in Logan

I always stayed up late with my two older brothers.

We sat on the soft sofa playing their video games,

or watched horror movies that scared me so bad my eyelids were glued open.

I was terrified to sleep alone; afraid of the nightmares that came.

 

When I was young on the move in Logan

all the things I once loved took a break.

I remember the hard times rather than all the good times.

I learned through those times to ignore and make best with what I had.

That was the childhood I had, the fun I had before all the bad stuff happened.

It seems like it all went too fast, but if I could, I would never go back.

 

Drunken man

Posted: May 14, 2009 by desirae13 in Desirae

By: Desirae Akers

 Drunken Man

What is going on through his mind as he savors his forbidden drink?

He does it so much I don’t think he ever has time to think.

I know he does it for himself; selfish bitter man.

He doesn’t even realize how it effects me.

He’s to drunk to talk to you without yelling.

He’s to drunk to be serious.

He’s to drunk to even bother spending time with you when you really need him.

He always forgets.

You figure after awhile he’ll just give up and quit, but it’s in him forever.

A drunken man is in him forever.

I just learned to deal with it when he drinks all the time.

I don’t want him to know that he makes me mad.

I tried that once before, but it blew up in my face.

He must use it to  get away from everything, from me, from the family, from work.

I don’t really know.

I’ll never understand why.

Deep down inside though, it always bothers me.

He always bothers me.

The smell of his breath when he gets in my face.

His stupid attitude about everything.

He might as well not even be there.

Because when he’s drunk, he’s never really there.

There You Were

Posted: May 14, 2009 by alexbestep in AlexE

There You Were

Alex Estep

There you were in that big, red, swing laughing as he pushed you higher and higher.

The sun smiling down on you, birds singing around you, and the wind blowing your hair from your face, the day couldn’t be more perfect.

There you were with a crowd of people, eating a slice of pizza and cheering him on as if it were only the two of you at those football games.

Before he went on the field he blew a kiss from his fingertips which you caught and threw one back.  You smiled as he pretended to put it in his pocket and save it for later.

There you were waiting for him in the Toyota, as he was getting near the two of you locked eyes, making it impossible for you to stop smiling.

As he got into the truck he reached into the pocket of his blue jeans and pulled something out, yet, when he opened his hand to reveal what he had, it was empty. 

He saw the dumbfounded look upon your face and smiled then you remembered it was kiss he saved earlier.  He always knew just how to make you smile.

There you were being woken up in the morning with a kiss on your forehead as he whispers “C’mon, I have something to show you.” 

As you climbed up into the white truck you paid no attention to the music playing around you, only to the hand that rested upon your knee.

There you were on the tailgate of his truck, his arms wrapped around you, holding you close, it was the only warmth you needed.

The smell of pine all around and the warmth of the sun created the perfect atmosphere.  The beauty of the sun rising just above the horizon nearly took your breath away.  He leaned in closer and whispered “There is nothing more beautiful than you.”

There you were six and a half months later, with no swings, smiling suns, kisses or sunrises and there was never a perfect day.  You were tired of all the drinking and all the drugs, tired of washing the clothes that smelt of strong vodka and marijuana, but most of all tired of spending endless nights crying yourself to sleep.

There you were trying to deal with a break that just wouldn’t mend your body tired and weak.  Then one day it was over and you were free again. You were laughing with your friends, without a care in the world; you turn to him “Goodbye, my friend.” You say to him.

And there you were forgetting him, but never the lesson he taught you, and once more you whisper “Goodbye old friend.”

Where I live-Alex Estep

Posted: May 14, 2009 by alexbestep in AlexE

Where I live

Alex Estep

 

You will come into an old run-down town, whose buildings are chipping away due to bad up-keep.

You must drive far away from these buildings, far away from them all to get there.

Although you desire to see what type of people live here, do not turn back now.

It is beyond the railroad tracks, beyond the food markets, there is a fork up ahead in the middle of nowhere.

Signs advise you to turn right or continue on the path from which you began, turn right and follow the winding stream, it will lead you all the way there.