Summertime, June, 16th, 1934
Detectives surrounding the area of the lake. A dead body was found. A young girl's body. The young girl was Anna Hawkes, nine years old, blond hair, green eyes. My best friend.......ex best friend. Let's just say, this little girl did not play nice with me and left me forgotten. She's lucky. Lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky. The detectives found her and not me. Well, I'm sorta used to it since I've always known to be forgotten and alone. Now, I'm dead, forgotten, alone, wet, and sunk deep into the water. How did Little Miss Anna Hawkes die? Hehe, me of course. She drowned me first and told my mommy and older sissy that I couldn't swim and sunk into the water. No. She killed me first. That's what I get though for playing with an older girl that finds me annoying and stupid. Know what? She's the meanie fat head. Not me. Bye bye, Anna. te will soon be forgotten........
Years past and sixteen anno old Mimi Lowe was going to her great grandmother's house. She hated going there. She hated hearing about her grandmother's past and how she did this and that. It was an endless cycle of boring stories about history of her grandmother's "so-called" exciting lifestyle. She would always start with,"Did ya hear about the time I actually was a flapper and Curly from The Three Stooges actually asked me to have his hand in marriage?" o "Did I ever share that one time that I Lost an audition to a movie to Shirley Temple? We actually kept in touch after that!" o something flat out odd like,"Did te ever find out that I once had a modeling job partnered with Marilyn Monroe and Bettie Page? What a sweetheart she was!" Though most teenage children may find other grandparents' stories kinda boring o slow, Mimi's great grandmother's were actually rather interesting! But Mimi refused to believe a lick of it and was cursed with a gift of knowing più pop culture from the past than now. She used to be teased about it in forth grade. She bragged about her gift of knowledge of past pop cultures but other kids always said,"Who?" "Who cares? That's old!" "Are te an old lady o a nine anno old?" "Does it look like they still matter now?" "Who was that chick from that other thing?" Nonsense like that made Mimi feel awkward, hurt, and upset. Yet she loves older things, and loves her great grandmother's stories, but acts like they're boring. The only reason was is because a girl from her high school only lives a block away from her grandmother and feels self conscious about how others look at her. She tells her great grandmother that they're interesting, but lies to the rest. Her mother worries about Mimi's self consciousness because Mimi was once a confident, outgoing unique little girl, until she started elementary school. She began changing. She started Leggere teenage love-sick novels about Amore triangles between vampires, licantropi and mortals, listening to pop Musica from superiore, in alto hit musicians that parents complain about and wonder if their child's taste in Musica has gone flat and buried. Mimi hated the Musica of today. She once had on her Natale lista if she could have every single album that The Doors, Joan Jett, o Stevie Nicks made, but instead she marked them out and wrote down for the entire series of Gilmore Girls and a new Miley Cyrus CD, that she won't watch o listen to and let them stay on her movie o Musica shelf. However, she does hide older CD's Musica from the 60's to the late 90's early 2000's in her newer Musica cases. Hiding comic libri in her Amore sick novels. Her preferito personal quote was "Love sick triangolo between a vampire, werewolf and some sad mortal chick? più like flu season sick at the thought of Vampiri#From Dracula to Buffy... and all creatures of the night in between. sparkling and mostrare positives emotions towards mortals!" People never got that joke, so she always kept it to herself.
Her great grandmother, Great Gram Josie was quite the adventurous soul. To tell how incredible she really truly was, think of a più realistic female version of the movie Big Fish. She was just like the main character in that movie, except with a più realistic view point. She had the most amazing life, but had a moment in her life. One moment that was a fearful, frightening moment. She had never told a single soul, but she was going to tell Mimi. "Mimi dear, did te know I had a sister?" "Yeah, but didn't she die from drowning when te were twelve?" "Yes, a very sad and tragic moment, but that wasn't all of it. A young nine anno old girl killed her." "A nine anno old? How could a nine anno old drown a six anno old?" "It was a crime not even Nancy Drew could crack the code to. And te know about Nancy Drew, right? "Yes Great Gram. te gave me all of your Nancy Drew books, remember?" "Yes, but this is not about that little scamp. This is about my lost, forgotten sister. te see, I knew she wasn't missing. After that stupid little Anna drowned her,I wanted to avvolgere my hands around her little neck and draw the life outta her. To this day, I still do, but she got her revenge cake alright!" Mimi was shocked. Her great gram detto almost every curse word in the book, but she never detto "stupid" "dumb" o anything like that. She never slipped the words out upon her tongue. She kept going,"My sister Faith was a precious young girl, so her death was so tragic, I could have sworn the Earth stood still for a minuto and the sun almost refused to shine, because our precious little Faith has left the Earth in spirit. But that little pathetic Anna, ooh, she got her revenge. An ora later, she struggled to keep swimming and dunked under water. Momma got so worried that she called the policemen. They only found Anna, and then Momma asked them to find Faith, but they couldn't. But I knew it was a lie. I knew what that little girl did to my sister. I tried telling my mother for years, but she would slap my face with her backhand and say,'Jo Ann Mildred Green, te never talk about that day. That was all an accident and te never speak of it. She maybe has another good family lookin' after her and I hope she does. I don't want my baby girl Lost and alone and scared.' Momma hated thinkin' that her little baby girl was Lost and alone. But she wasn't. It was a sad thought, but I knew Faith was in Heaven. I knew she was an Angel and she was in good hands. Sometimes, I still feel her nearby and with me." Mimi felt like crying after hearing that. She knew how much her Grandma missed her sister, but tragic things like that in life happen and no one may like it, but it still occurs.
When Mimi went home that night, her mom told her some good news,"Mimi, I know te were worried about having a boring summer here at home, but Aunt Lilian is taking te and your cousin Grace to Great Gram's old summer cabina at Lake Prudence." "Really? How long am I staying?" "Oh, I don't know. About three weeks. You'll come back in time to go to Florida with your friends." "Is that the same place where..." Mimi's voice trailed thinking about Great Gram's little sister. She wanted to ask her mom, but was too scared to bring up something she wasn't supposed to. "Where sweetheart? What happened there?" "Is that the same place where Great Gram spent when she was my age? I knew she did as a little girl, but I didn't know as a teenager." "Oh yes. Yes. She spent her time there before going off to New York. She really wanted to become famous." "Yeah, I know." Her mom left, as she went on her computer. Her friend Rae sent her an IM on Facebook. Rae asked,"Hey gurl! So, u up 4 Florida this summr? :D!" Mimi wrote back,"Yeah! It's still in July, rite?" "Yeah! Duh! XD! Remember, i have 2 go 2 sooooo many reunions this summer? LOL! *sigh* if only my family were più fresco, dispositivo di raffreddamento like the family on Twilight. I wish my great grandma o even my grandma were like your great grandma. She's cool! How is she?" "Okay, I guess. Im goin 2 her old cabina and spending 3wks there, but im still goin' 2 florida w/ u guys." "Ooh, I bet it will b haunted! 0.o...XD!! LMAO!" "I dunno. i think that's the place where..." Mimi back spaced that message and wrote a new one. She couldn't bring herself up to talk about it. It was too much. She just wrote back,"Haha, very funny. I dont believe in that toro shiz. its stupid. the whole ghost Supernatural thingy stories. 2 lame." "So, sammy and dean r lame?" "No! not that superntral. I meant real life stuff." "oh, okay. just as long as ur not messin' w/ my sammy and my deanie! back off woman! lol! :D! gotta go, rachael's @ my house and we're about to watch silence of the lambs. Nvr seen it, but want to! ttyl! :D!" "Bye!" Mimi logged off with anger. Rachael? she thought angrily. Rachael?! Rachael Grey? Ugh! I can't stand her! Rachael Grey was best Friends with Rowena Powers, the most popolare girl in high school. The whole reason why Mimi was going to Amore the end of 12th grade successivo anno because she gets to leave her behind. Mimi hated the group she fell into. Her old friend Alex never talks to her anymore and Mimi still had that huge crush on him that's she always had on him, but she fell in with attention seekers and drama starters. Mimi knew she was a wannabe. She hated every minuto of it, but she can't get away from them. Rumors, black mail, hostile frienemy sleepovers, and school dances ending up becoming like a Mean Girls movie. Mimi wanted to go back to being the adorable nerdy girl who had the adorable bright red hair and cuteness. But now she was a hottie figure. She changed her style, got contacts and straightned her red hair, and now she's come to boys' attention. At first she loved it, and now she hated it because più girls have gotten jealous and mean to her calling her boyfriend stealer, slut, fake, and other worse things. Mimi just wanted to mature, go to college and make real Friends with real people. She hated being a Lindsey Lohan Barbie doll. She hated being called ,"The successivo Lindsey Lohan" because of her red hair and beautiful looks and revealing clothes. She just wanted to be "Mimi Lowe, the cute smart nerdy girl who wants to be Alex Marks' girlfriend and a real girl." It was too late for now, since today was the last giorno was 11th grade and everyone's moved on.
On the weekend, Aunt Lilian came over and brought her young and only child/daughter Grace to Mimi's house. Mimi was already set to go, as she hugged and kissed her parents goodbye, told her little sister that she'll miss her and left. Lilian popped in a High School Musical/ Hannah Montana CD for Grace (she's only eight and loves Disney) while Mimi listened to No Doubt on her CD player. Listening to Gwen Stefani is way better listening than Zac Efron and Vannessa Hudgens Canto about how cool school is, Mimi thought listening to Underneath it All. She was also psyched about the history she was going to see at the cabina and the stories and memories behind it to make it so cool. But Mimi also wanted to play Nancy Drew when she was there. She wanted to see if the story about Anna Hawkes drowning Faith Green was really as true as her broken hearted Great Gram detto it was.
Detectives surrounding the area of the lake. A dead body was found. A young girl's body. The young girl was Anna Hawkes, nine years old, blond hair, green eyes. My best friend.......ex best friend. Let's just say, this little girl did not play nice with me and left me forgotten. She's lucky. Lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky. The detectives found her and not me. Well, I'm sorta used to it since I've always known to be forgotten and alone. Now, I'm dead, forgotten, alone, wet, and sunk deep into the water. How did Little Miss Anna Hawkes die? Hehe, me of course. She drowned me first and told my mommy and older sissy that I couldn't swim and sunk into the water. No. She killed me first. That's what I get though for playing with an older girl that finds me annoying and stupid. Know what? She's the meanie fat head. Not me. Bye bye, Anna. te will soon be forgotten........
Years past and sixteen anno old Mimi Lowe was going to her great grandmother's house. She hated going there. She hated hearing about her grandmother's past and how she did this and that. It was an endless cycle of boring stories about history of her grandmother's "so-called" exciting lifestyle. She would always start with,"Did ya hear about the time I actually was a flapper and Curly from The Three Stooges actually asked me to have his hand in marriage?" o "Did I ever share that one time that I Lost an audition to a movie to Shirley Temple? We actually kept in touch after that!" o something flat out odd like,"Did te ever find out that I once had a modeling job partnered with Marilyn Monroe and Bettie Page? What a sweetheart she was!" Though most teenage children may find other grandparents' stories kinda boring o slow, Mimi's great grandmother's were actually rather interesting! But Mimi refused to believe a lick of it and was cursed with a gift of knowing più pop culture from the past than now. She used to be teased about it in forth grade. She bragged about her gift of knowledge of past pop cultures but other kids always said,"Who?" "Who cares? That's old!" "Are te an old lady o a nine anno old?" "Does it look like they still matter now?" "Who was that chick from that other thing?" Nonsense like that made Mimi feel awkward, hurt, and upset. Yet she loves older things, and loves her great grandmother's stories, but acts like they're boring. The only reason was is because a girl from her high school only lives a block away from her grandmother and feels self conscious about how others look at her. She tells her great grandmother that they're interesting, but lies to the rest. Her mother worries about Mimi's self consciousness because Mimi was once a confident, outgoing unique little girl, until she started elementary school. She began changing. She started Leggere teenage love-sick novels about Amore triangles between vampires, licantropi and mortals, listening to pop Musica from superiore, in alto hit musicians that parents complain about and wonder if their child's taste in Musica has gone flat and buried. Mimi hated the Musica of today. She once had on her Natale lista if she could have every single album that The Doors, Joan Jett, o Stevie Nicks made, but instead she marked them out and wrote down for the entire series of Gilmore Girls and a new Miley Cyrus CD, that she won't watch o listen to and let them stay on her movie o Musica shelf. However, she does hide older CD's Musica from the 60's to the late 90's early 2000's in her newer Musica cases. Hiding comic libri in her Amore sick novels. Her preferito personal quote was "Love sick triangolo between a vampire, werewolf and some sad mortal chick? più like flu season sick at the thought of Vampiri#From Dracula to Buffy... and all creatures of the night in between. sparkling and mostrare positives emotions towards mortals!" People never got that joke, so she always kept it to herself.
Her great grandmother, Great Gram Josie was quite the adventurous soul. To tell how incredible she really truly was, think of a più realistic female version of the movie Big Fish. She was just like the main character in that movie, except with a più realistic view point. She had the most amazing life, but had a moment in her life. One moment that was a fearful, frightening moment. She had never told a single soul, but she was going to tell Mimi. "Mimi dear, did te know I had a sister?" "Yeah, but didn't she die from drowning when te were twelve?" "Yes, a very sad and tragic moment, but that wasn't all of it. A young nine anno old girl killed her." "A nine anno old? How could a nine anno old drown a six anno old?" "It was a crime not even Nancy Drew could crack the code to. And te know about Nancy Drew, right? "Yes Great Gram. te gave me all of your Nancy Drew books, remember?" "Yes, but this is not about that little scamp. This is about my lost, forgotten sister. te see, I knew she wasn't missing. After that stupid little Anna drowned her,I wanted to avvolgere my hands around her little neck and draw the life outta her. To this day, I still do, but she got her revenge cake alright!" Mimi was shocked. Her great gram detto almost every curse word in the book, but she never detto "stupid" "dumb" o anything like that. She never slipped the words out upon her tongue. She kept going,"My sister Faith was a precious young girl, so her death was so tragic, I could have sworn the Earth stood still for a minuto and the sun almost refused to shine, because our precious little Faith has left the Earth in spirit. But that little pathetic Anna, ooh, she got her revenge. An ora later, she struggled to keep swimming and dunked under water. Momma got so worried that she called the policemen. They only found Anna, and then Momma asked them to find Faith, but they couldn't. But I knew it was a lie. I knew what that little girl did to my sister. I tried telling my mother for years, but she would slap my face with her backhand and say,'Jo Ann Mildred Green, te never talk about that day. That was all an accident and te never speak of it. She maybe has another good family lookin' after her and I hope she does. I don't want my baby girl Lost and alone and scared.' Momma hated thinkin' that her little baby girl was Lost and alone. But she wasn't. It was a sad thought, but I knew Faith was in Heaven. I knew she was an Angel and she was in good hands. Sometimes, I still feel her nearby and with me." Mimi felt like crying after hearing that. She knew how much her Grandma missed her sister, but tragic things like that in life happen and no one may like it, but it still occurs.
When Mimi went home that night, her mom told her some good news,"Mimi, I know te were worried about having a boring summer here at home, but Aunt Lilian is taking te and your cousin Grace to Great Gram's old summer cabina at Lake Prudence." "Really? How long am I staying?" "Oh, I don't know. About three weeks. You'll come back in time to go to Florida with your friends." "Is that the same place where..." Mimi's voice trailed thinking about Great Gram's little sister. She wanted to ask her mom, but was too scared to bring up something she wasn't supposed to. "Where sweetheart? What happened there?" "Is that the same place where Great Gram spent when she was my age? I knew she did as a little girl, but I didn't know as a teenager." "Oh yes. Yes. She spent her time there before going off to New York. She really wanted to become famous." "Yeah, I know." Her mom left, as she went on her computer. Her friend Rae sent her an IM on Facebook. Rae asked,"Hey gurl! So, u up 4 Florida this summr? :D!" Mimi wrote back,"Yeah! It's still in July, rite?" "Yeah! Duh! XD! Remember, i have 2 go 2 sooooo many reunions this summer? LOL! *sigh* if only my family were più fresco, dispositivo di raffreddamento like the family on Twilight. I wish my great grandma o even my grandma were like your great grandma. She's cool! How is she?" "Okay, I guess. Im goin 2 her old cabina and spending 3wks there, but im still goin' 2 florida w/ u guys." "Ooh, I bet it will b haunted! 0.o...XD!! LMAO!" "I dunno. i think that's the place where..." Mimi back spaced that message and wrote a new one. She couldn't bring herself up to talk about it. It was too much. She just wrote back,"Haha, very funny. I dont believe in that toro shiz. its stupid. the whole ghost Supernatural thingy stories. 2 lame." "So, sammy and dean r lame?" "No! not that superntral. I meant real life stuff." "oh, okay. just as long as ur not messin' w/ my sammy and my deanie! back off woman! lol! :D! gotta go, rachael's @ my house and we're about to watch silence of the lambs. Nvr seen it, but want to! ttyl! :D!" "Bye!" Mimi logged off with anger. Rachael? she thought angrily. Rachael?! Rachael Grey? Ugh! I can't stand her! Rachael Grey was best Friends with Rowena Powers, the most popolare girl in high school. The whole reason why Mimi was going to Amore the end of 12th grade successivo anno because she gets to leave her behind. Mimi hated the group she fell into. Her old friend Alex never talks to her anymore and Mimi still had that huge crush on him that's she always had on him, but she fell in with attention seekers and drama starters. Mimi knew she was a wannabe. She hated every minuto of it, but she can't get away from them. Rumors, black mail, hostile frienemy sleepovers, and school dances ending up becoming like a Mean Girls movie. Mimi wanted to go back to being the adorable nerdy girl who had the adorable bright red hair and cuteness. But now she was a hottie figure. She changed her style, got contacts and straightned her red hair, and now she's come to boys' attention. At first she loved it, and now she hated it because più girls have gotten jealous and mean to her calling her boyfriend stealer, slut, fake, and other worse things. Mimi just wanted to mature, go to college and make real Friends with real people. She hated being a Lindsey Lohan Barbie doll. She hated being called ,"The successivo Lindsey Lohan" because of her red hair and beautiful looks and revealing clothes. She just wanted to be "Mimi Lowe, the cute smart nerdy girl who wants to be Alex Marks' girlfriend and a real girl." It was too late for now, since today was the last giorno was 11th grade and everyone's moved on.
On the weekend, Aunt Lilian came over and brought her young and only child/daughter Grace to Mimi's house. Mimi was already set to go, as she hugged and kissed her parents goodbye, told her little sister that she'll miss her and left. Lilian popped in a High School Musical/ Hannah Montana CD for Grace (she's only eight and loves Disney) while Mimi listened to No Doubt on her CD player. Listening to Gwen Stefani is way better listening than Zac Efron and Vannessa Hudgens Canto about how cool school is, Mimi thought listening to Underneath it All. She was also psyched about the history she was going to see at the cabina and the stories and memories behind it to make it so cool. But Mimi also wanted to play Nancy Drew when she was there. She wanted to see if the story about Anna Hawkes drowning Faith Green was really as true as her broken hearted Great Gram detto it was.
this my poem...I just wrote it randomly...Don't know if it's any good...what do te think?
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If te Amore him,
Tell him so.
If te Amore him,
Tell him not to go.
The very worst,
He can do,
The very worst,
He can do is say no.
Don’t hide away,
Wishing all day,
Don’t hide away,
Just come out and say.
“Yes, I Amore you,
I’ve told te so.
And if te Amore me,
Please don’t go.”
“Yes, I Amore you,
I’ve told te so.
And if te Amore me,
Please don’t go.”
“Please, please,
Please don’t go.
Please, please.
Please, please don’t go.”
So, if te Amore him,
Tell him so.
If te Amore him,
Tell him not to go.
The very worst,
He can do,
The very worst,
He can do is say no.
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If te Amore him,
Tell him so.
If te Amore him,
Tell him not to go.
The very worst,
He can do,
The very worst,
He can do is say no.
Don’t hide away,
Wishing all day,
Don’t hide away,
Just come out and say.
“Yes, I Amore you,
I’ve told te so.
And if te Amore me,
Please don’t go.”
“Yes, I Amore you,
I’ve told te so.
And if te Amore me,
Please don’t go.”
“Please, please,
Please don’t go.
Please, please.
Please, please don’t go.”
So, if te Amore him,
Tell him so.
If te Amore him,
Tell him not to go.
The very worst,
He can do,
The very worst,
He can do is say no.
Little raindrops shiny,silver,
Dropping silently into the river.
A girl sitting quiet,alone,
Her smile is fading,her hope is gone.
It faded really long ago,
That sounds sad,i know.
She quickly wipes away a tear,
It's her secret so no one can hear.
She secretly cries every night,
It's her fate,so she cant fight.
She touches a raindrop and goes back inside,
She is so lost,she's losing her pride.
All she asks for is a friend,
Someone to be there and understand.
So help her to make her dream come true,
There's always something te can do.
Dropping silently into the river.
A girl sitting quiet,alone,
Her smile is fading,her hope is gone.
It faded really long ago,
That sounds sad,i know.
She quickly wipes away a tear,
It's her secret so no one can hear.
She secretly cries every night,
It's her fate,so she cant fight.
She touches a raindrop and goes back inside,
She is so lost,she's losing her pride.
All she asks for is a friend,
Someone to be there and understand.
So help her to make her dream come true,
There's always something te can do.
what I'm Scrivere isn't exactly an articolo , but I hope te will enjoy it ^_^ ..
Girl; Do I ever attraversare, croce you'r mind ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do te like me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do te want me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would te cry if I left ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would te live for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would te do anything for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Choose me o you'r life ?
Boy; My life .
The girl runs away in shock and pain and the boy runs after her and says ....
*The reason te never attraversare, croce my mind is because te are always on my mind .
*The reason why I don't like te is because I Amore te .
*The reason I don't want te is because I need te .
*The reason I wouldn't cry if te left is because I would die if te left .
*The reason I wouldn't live for te is because I would die for te .
*The reason why I'm not willing to do te anything for te is because I would do everything for te .
*The reason I chose my life is because te are my life .
Girl; Do I ever attraversare, croce you'r mind ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do te like me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do te want me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would te cry if I left ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would te live for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would te do anything for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Choose me o you'r life ?
Boy; My life .
The girl runs away in shock and pain and the boy runs after her and says ....
*The reason te never attraversare, croce my mind is because te are always on my mind .
*The reason why I don't like te is because I Amore te .
*The reason I don't want te is because I need te .
*The reason I wouldn't cry if te left is because I would die if te left .
*The reason I wouldn't live for te is because I would die for te .
*The reason why I'm not willing to do te anything for te is because I would do everything for te .
*The reason I chose my life is because te are my life .
inch da inch
bringing me closer
to my doom
farfalle of
anticipation
flutter nervously
in my stomach
knuckles whiten
jaws clench
what have I
gotten myself into
the suspense
is killing me
I'm going to hate it
I'm going to Amore it
I might lose my lunch
but I don't care
heaven help me
here it comes...
...
I hold my breath...
...
and then
I scream
my stomach
drops
my breath
is stolen
my heart
is pounding
adrenaline
courses
through
my veins
amid screams
of sweet terror
I fling up
my hands
and ride on
the wings
of Thrill!
I remember the giorno I fell in love.
Not just simple love.
No, this was head over heels, I'd die for te love.
I remember where I fell in love.
A small middle school in a small town.
A place te could easily miss.
I remember the my matchmaker.
A short women, but with più fuoco then te could ever imagine.
più passion for what she does then I had ever seen.
I remember my girlfriends who were with me.
My athletic, sassy, fun-loving chicks.
My flirting consultants.
I remember him.
Good God, he was beautiful.
Yes, I remember the giorno I fell in love.
True Love.
Head over heels love.
With..................
Basketball.
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This is dedicated to my first real pallacanestro, basket coach. She taught me not just how to play basketball, but how to be part of a team. I have so much respect for her and I know I should thank her everyday for helping me fall in love. For Coach Joy.
Not just simple love.
No, this was head over heels, I'd die for te love.
I remember where I fell in love.
A small middle school in a small town.
A place te could easily miss.
I remember the my matchmaker.
A short women, but with più fuoco then te could ever imagine.
più passion for what she does then I had ever seen.
I remember my girlfriends who were with me.
My athletic, sassy, fun-loving chicks.
My flirting consultants.
I remember him.
Good God, he was beautiful.
Yes, I remember the giorno I fell in love.
True Love.
Head over heels love.
With..................
Basketball.
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This is dedicated to my first real pallacanestro, basket coach. She taught me not just how to play basketball, but how to be part of a team. I have so much respect for her and I know I should thank her everyday for helping me fall in love. For Coach Joy.
Just a poem. I hope it isn't much of a bother to rate.
I dream of all things
Uncertain of dark deeds and pasts
Within these thoughts as dark as sea
When once those wings of black
Hung over all
Shadowing but of the wretched white
That blinds me of all beauty.
I dream of all things
From happiness to highs
Let down these pills
o I’m gone, retreat inside my mind
Where none but the darkest thoughts
Swallowing twilight
I dream of all things
From the stories told da hidden scars
Unable to mostra themselves
Under this intense scrutiny
That makes up this world’s attire
To the times that I could be happy
Without a drug to create
The much-needed illusion...
I dream of all things
No matter of their contents
Because, well,
Nightmares are still dreams.
I dream of all things
Uncertain of dark deeds and pasts
Within these thoughts as dark as sea
When once those wings of black
Hung over all
Shadowing but of the wretched white
That blinds me of all beauty.
I dream of all things
From happiness to highs
Let down these pills
o I’m gone, retreat inside my mind
Where none but the darkest thoughts
Swallowing twilight
I dream of all things
From the stories told da hidden scars
Unable to mostra themselves
Under this intense scrutiny
That makes up this world’s attire
To the times that I could be happy
Without a drug to create
The much-needed illusion...
I dream of all things
No matter of their contents
Because, well,
Nightmares are still dreams.
The Writer Behind the Words
