My Final Fairwell

1.       As this class draws to a close we take time to reflect on all the pieces of work we have accomplished in completing. One of my favorite most meaningful piece I published on my blog would probably be ‘In a place I call home’ it was for my grandma when she was really sick from cancer and she always hated hospitals. She did want to be stuck dying surrounded by sterile white wall and the constant smell of bleach and cleaner so she asked to come home even though they brought her hospital bed and machines with her. They day she died was one of the hardest days of my life, I was young and it was the first loss I had to deal with in my life. As hard as it was to miss her watching her struggle and fight was harder and in the end.

Silence. The silence is calming and sweet. Even after a storm the warm air blankets around her like a soft blanket and a kind friend. The freedom of the open space is vast and breathing is easy. The smell of maple, pine and a hint of hay swirl through the damp air like dancers in a ballet. Being here is easy, her future here easier to imagine than ever before as she tastes a hint of honeysuckle on the tip of her tongue from the little flowers that litter the earthy floor around her. Tilting her face towards the sun, she closes her eyes soaking the little rays as the trickle through the clouds letting the breeze ruffle her hair hanging down her back. Her eyelids flutter open and she glance back down to the pool of tears the clouds shed on her peace of sanctuary. The rippling surface reflects the peaceful smile she wears and the sky that no longer cry’s for her in happiness. She is home, she is at peace.

2.       During this class I have managed to read around 25-30 books over the weeks. Some I enjoyed more than others but then again I’m a sucker for a good book. Among those I read Beautiful Disaster would be my favorite. I don’t normally like love stories but this one was A M A Z I N G.  At times it was bitter sweet, at others it was super happy! This book is the new love of my life. I just fell in love with the characters right from the start! For sure a must read for anyone who like college romance stories.

3.       Having a blog was awesome. Even though I didn’t post all that much…Except for the topic that really meant a lot to me. It was cool, I always wondered about blogs before I got one and the experience was great. I chose the name for blog ‘Fairytales for Hopeful Hearts’ for the same reason I always try to have some kind of hope in my stories no matter how small. Fairy tales are my childish dreaming as it comes to life, I will be forever young in my love for them and will never grow old. PETER PAN <3 I will continue to post my stories as a way to share with everyone who wishes to take a step inside my head.

4.       Journaling was cool, I’ve always had this weird thing where in bothers I to write on blank pages as weird as that sounds but I don’t like to ruin things that are so perfect. I have gotten a new journal to record my stories in but it’s a lot smaller then my creative writing notebook and leather bond.

5.       Never Looking Back, Always Looking Forward. –This is the motto I use for my life. <3 Forever and Always.

6.

I watch the world speed by from my perch inside this cage

The Sun rises and falls from the sky and the moon sings it lullaby to the stars

Still I sing.

I watched the seasons come and go and my wings grow stiff without freedom to sore through the changing air.

Still I sing.

I watch the ones grow to adults and form nests of their own, knowing that will never be me. I am destined for the metal home that I am enslaved to.

Yet I still sing.

I grow weak now, my old age a thief of my energy but not of my hope.

For that I still sing.

A young little bird visited my window today and asked how I could sing of such beautiful things locked away from the sky and the trees in such a cruel way.I responded simply in the most honest and truthful way.

I sing for the trees the grow through the night, I sing for the flowers that curl up at night.

I sing for the animals the run in fear; I sing for all the cries that no one hears.

I sing for the little girl who feels all alone, I sing for the mothers whose son fights in the war and hasn’t come home.

I sing for the old man with no place to call his own, I sing for the woman whose husband hung up the phone.

I sing for the baby lying mistreated in her crib, whose parents can’t put down the needle long enough to see what they are doing is not only harmful but lethal

I sing for the daughter who ran away from her pain, the one whose demons could not be slain so she turned instead to cocaine.

I sing for the day I will feel the freedom on my wings perhaps not in this lifetime but maybe another we will see what death brings.

Hope

That is what I sing for and so should you. A hope that one day you can start over, and have a try at something new.

7.      When I get out of school I may continue on to write young adult books as a hobby but not as a job. I could never make things I enjoy my job because I fear that if I do that I may forget why I love to do it some much when It’s a job and no longer for fun.

8.      For all my fellow seniors I would just like to officially say… WE ARE HALF WAY THERE. I am super, super, SUPER excited and happy and sad. I will miss all of you and those who were in my class that I had the opportunity to get to know I just wanted to say thank you for making memories with me for my senior year. For all the underclassman, Just keep working you are getting there and you will be in our place soon enough. Don’t rush through, the freedom will be exciting but there is also a lot of sadness that a lot of the people who have known you all your life. Stay Beautiful My Friends.

The Changeing of Views (From this millennium)

 

   Something that for a long time has caused wars and crumbled cites. Though we are all people we have lacked for the most part the strength to stand behind those who live life differently than us, or who choose to believe something that we may not. Everyone is allowed to be who they are and they shouldn’t be judged for living a different path then you would have chosen. People always say they hope for world peace and really this goal is not unattainable. If everyone were free to live how they choose, and believe what they want without harming themselves or other people then we would have just that. As time goes on our generation have become more and more accepting of minority things and a big part of this is understanding that what someone else chooses to believe in or their way of life does not affect you why does it matter? A hot button topic for me is same sex marriage I fail to see why the hell it is such a problem. People could create a religion where people worship cows and sleep 5 days a week and claim to be a worship group that is only nocturnal so you have to go to mass in the middle of the damn night and it would be less of an issue then a same sex couple getting married. Why should someone else have the ability to dictate what these people do with their lives? I’m pretty sure nowhere in the bible does god say he gave people the right to decide what they think is best. HELLO!? Anyone need a prime example? Hitler. Same idea. Except he was ONE person that amassed an army to follow him. Leave the damn people alone, you don’t like the idea of same sex marriage? Fine, you are completely entitled to your opinion. But QUIT trying to shove your damn bible down their throats. Maybe they really don’t care what some PEOPLE wrote however many thousands of years ago on what MAN interpreted as ‘”God’s Word” because I for one am not particularly a religious person but if god is really that judgmental which I doubt he is since if you believe the bible he created EVERYTHING. Then I don’t want to go to heaven anyways because that is not the kind of person I am. Sorry, not sorry. Alright, Alright my rant is over. My point to all of this was despite the two types of religious people in this photo, have a good variation of beliefs the set them apart from each other. There are Christians guarding the Muslims while they are in mass and again there is a photo where it is the opposite Muslims guarding Christians in mass. Do they believe the same thing? No. Does it matter? Obviously not.

 

Their Happily Ever After

This is my mom and dad

Now happily married and in love

Both with smiles that touch their eyes

A moment before I was a thought

Before I existed and my life not in their plans

My mom with a full head of curly brown hair

And a crown of fake pearls and tulle

My dad with a head of dark hair

That today is a heavy mix of salt and pepper

This is a time before aging

When time wasn’t really much of a thought

This is where I come from

Something that I one day can only hope to have

A love that is endless,

even though it has overcome struggles over the years 

And as of this past November 9^th, 23 years in the making

The Guest of Lonesome Drive (Scare Tactics)

I never wanted to come back to begin with. I left this place a long time ago for a reason but Aunt Day had passed away a few months ago and her will stated that her house in Lonesome Springs would be passed down to me, the only blood relative left. Thus far I had avoided any reason to visit the place that had haunted my childhood nightmares, I know they were only childish fears but the house is unsettling just the same. Releasing a short breathe Evan rested his head against the car window eying the surrounding dilapidated forest with complete mistrust as the woods sped by. Finally after another 45 minutes on their ride to nowhere, the cab rolled to a stop at the end of gravel drive and the driver turned to Evan. “Here’s your stop. 6262 W. Lonesome Drive.” Grumbling Evan slapped his fair into the cabby’s hand before dragging himself out of the backseat dragging his small suitcase with him. With a pat on the hood of the cab the driver pulled a U- turn and disappeared back done the uneven road they followed to his aunt’s house. “Home again after all this time…” His eye scanning the sorry excuse of a house, the siding peeling off and rotting from its nails where the underbrush around the house had grown up to the height of a small child. The ugly rope like vines threading themselves in and out of the floor boards on the porch and around the short pillars of it railing. Slowly making his way around the front of the house toward the front door her allowed the childish fears from his past to come flooding to the forefront of his mind. 

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“Auntie, Auntie why do you always complain about being lonely? A little version of Evan questioned as he sat eating his cereal at the worn oak table. “What do you mean E? I just get a little lonely once in a while because our nearest neighbors are miles away. Auntie likes being by herself out here, the quite is nice most of the time. Tilting his head sideways he looked up at her. “But you’re not alone? You have the boy in the wall….”

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Shaking his head he placed the worn key into the lock and twisted giving the door a heavy push until it gave in swinging open with a creak. His aunt had managed to convince him it was just his imagination and that most kids his age had imaginary friend. She said she understood how a young kid might find life in the wood lonely and wasn’t at all surprised at his sudden imaginary friend. He swore he wasn’t making it up. Over and over but his aunt always tsked him for stories and sent him off to play in his room or outside. If he had really believed what his aunt had said was the truth he knew the house wouldn’t still freak him out to this day but he also believe maybe his aunt had been trying to convince herself as well as him that there was nothing strange about her home. The unsettling feeling began to sink into his bones once again as she slid inside the door into the blackness running his hand along the fall for the light switch. He sucked in a sharp gasp and the air turned frigid and when his hand finally food the light switch. Even in the dark he could feel there was already one there.