My Christmas Hint.

There is not much I want for Christmas, only a few things have caught my attention.

Maybe a 2001 Toyota Celica. ;]
or
Money for a 2001 Toyota Celica. :]
or
A lot of random money, that amounts to about 8k, so I can use it on whatever my heart desires... (toyota celica)
or
Admission into East Limestone. That would be nice.
Maybe a trip to the beach?
A camera lens for mom, so I can have her old one. ;]
Money for clothes? or a 2001 Toyota Celica.



Maybe "accidently" crash my car, so you will have to get me a new one.. or a used 2001 Toyota Celica... :]

So many options.

Thanksgiving.

Towards the turkey the
Hunters will chase,
Attack, Attack!
No more turkey, but a feast.
Killed, the dinner
Smells like a
Gory massacre of
Indigenous turkey, Later
Various arrays of turkey parts are
Inter-spread amongst
Neighbors
Garbage cans.


I wrote this for Mrs. Meek, the assignment was to write a "poem" that spelled THANKSGIVING vertically. Naturally, I had a gory poem. I always do.

I wrote this in the car on the way to my sisters house. I WAS NOT DRIVING AT THE TIME. :]



Sycamore:

The red sycamore leaf has breathed its last breath;
Now begins its eternal death.
The stem disconnects from the root of its existence
the journey down is such a great distance.
Floating down the red leaf's future was rather bleak,
t journeyed onto a quiet creek.
Water pounded the leaf to the floor,
the life poured out, to much yore.
Drown'd,
The red leaf was never found.


This is the first poem from the book I am creating.

First Kiss:

Impatience reeks through our skin,
Our emotions flowed from within.
The moment our lips connected;
More magic happened then expected.

Then, we walked out unto the night
with his arm around me tight,
The moon stared at us as we lingered by,
The moon might have been the midnight spy.

Casually, We go our separate ways,
But each of us were in a daze.
Unable to phase the moment we just shared,
We grabbed each other, and into the others eyes we just stared.

Titanic: My view.

It was our fate,
we had to wait,
the future was unclear,
was the boat to sink, we fear.
Chills creapt up my spine,
I knew it was now our time.
If we were to live,
There was so much we had to give,
Strength, Power, Will
We were prepared until
The boat split into
By then, we knew.
Hold on, Dont let go,
View this as your foe.
Breathe all you can,
To swim swift is our plan.
The water so cold,
To a door, I must hold.
My lover and me,
all alone in the sea.

The boats came too late,
for it was chosen, his fate.
The sea had claimed his soul,
but our hearts remain a whole.

Your Beautiful, Her Lover

The poems are based on true heartache.
I asked Alex to describe me in one word..
He replied: "beautiful."
I told him I was going to work a poem around that, in a matter of 10 minutes I created "Your beautiful".
The next day, I wrote a poem from what I understand he is feeling. "Her Lover" is based on his emotions, and things that have happened.

I think I will continue sets of these as time goes on. They go in pairs.
It will take another big step in our friendship for any new poems to come to mind.


Anyway. This is what I got from the word "Beautiful"


Your Beautiful:

She stood at the edge of the stair,
You were completely unaware,
Your beautiful was dying inside.
Her heart and yours divide.

Don't cry dear,
Her heart contains fear.
Fear that you will forget,
The past that you regret.

She leapt from the stair,
In a complete state of despair.
Beautiful knew her love was gone;
Now she is entirely withdrawn.



Her Lover:

Her lover fought a war in his mind,
For the answer his heart was trying to find.
To be with her or not,
Was the answer he had sought.

His heart and mind could not agree,
On whether to be, or not to be.
She wanted to hold on to him tight,
But he didn't feel everything was right.

His decision was finally made,
At that moment, her heart began to fade.
She wished she could run away,
But for a chance, she had to stay.

Suicide.

The people that have read this poem basically have said IT IS THE BEST THING IVE EVER WRITTEN. (They obviously dont read much of what I write), But I've only gotten positive feedback. ;]



My life seems to be a long bliss,
but has been judged completely amiss.
Don't blame yourself for my mistakes;
I know this will cause some heartache.

Listen to what I must say:
My life was long and grey,
You did nothing wrong
I am just going to the place I belong.

You watched me grow,
But there was so much you did not know.
You tried so hard to understand me;
But I just wanted to break free.

You hugged me tight,
Told me everything would be alright.
You never knew
All I was going through

The pain was immense
Extremely hard to condense
The time could not be more apropos,
Who I have been has been a foe.

You were right,
I did not recognize this at first sight.
Pills can not change a person,
In some cases, effects may worsen.

Depression has brought me down,
And now I am bound,
To this thoughtless imagination;
I am blinded with a lack of elation.

But in all reality,
I must leave you with my fatality.

The Weapon of Choice: Knife

Drip, drip, drip
Blood falls to the floor
Her body looks like war
The weapon of choice?
A knife.

Knock, knock, knock
Mystery man is at the door
He breaks the lock
Her body drops to the floor
She screams in pain
Her blood begins to drain
She begins to cry
Because, she knows she won’t have time to say goodbye

Drip, drip, drip
Blood falls to the floor
Her body looks like war
The weapon of choice?
A knife.
A bloody knife

You cant leave premature

Blink.

Take me away from this place
I wish to see your face
Anywhere from here,
Hunger, war, murder, poverty
The end draws near.

I want to be with you,
Where life is pure
Where happiness, love and peace endure
Our lives are over in the blink of an eye,
But we may not leave premature.

Everyone should have at least one...

REALLY RANDOM POST.


I just had a hotdog, it was basically amazing, thank you Mimi for giving it to Mom to give to me.

I have ton to say, but so few words could actually say it.

I wrote several poems today, I can only put one of the ones I wrote today on here, because the others are really emotional.


Take Me With You:

November fall,
the winds of winter begin to call,
leaves are around me,
they are all I can see.

I look up toward where God should be.
He whispers into my ear,
I feel like He is so, so near.
He tells me to hold on tight,
everything will be alright.

November fall,
the winds of winter begin to call,
leaves are around me,
and they are all I can see.

God puts His hand around my waist;
He picks me up, and takes me to His special place.
My body is left behind,
for a person to find.
I live with God in heaven now,
you may wonder, how?

God picked me up.



I wrote this one monday night, I was kinda sad...

Another chance?:

Take away my pain,
Help me fix the problems I have made,
They put me to shame
Maybe one day they will fade
Away

Fix my broken heart
Give me a brand new start
I want to be with you
I had chances, but only a few.

I don't know where I went wrong
I should have told you all along
that I love you.
Do you love me too?




This is a REALLY SHORT one, most definitely not finished...

Witnessing:
Will you take my words to heart?
I want to help you.
To give you a fresh start.

Texas Tech: College Of My Dreams?

I've been eagerly looking at colleges. I really would like to go to Watkins, but my parents just won't let me, because " I can be a professional photographer, and not go to college for it..."

Anyway, I have been looking around, and Texas Tech caught my eye. They have a zoology program, ROTC, considering I will be coming from out of state the total cost with room and board is $26,000.
But If I get an ROTC scholarship, the price doesn't exist. And any loans I do have to take out, I can pay back with money for service.

The campus is pretty large, over 1000 acre campus in Lubbock, Texas. The ACT average is a 23, which is in the middle. Whatever the TOFEL is... it's required. Roughly 67% of students that apply get admitted, because I'm a good student, I expect to get in.
They have a photography club, WHICH MAKES ME HAPPY. :D

Although I love Auburn, being on campus was not that great...
I would love to go to Watkins, but I can't major in photography, I can MINOR!

Texas Tech seems like a good choice. The only problem is the distance away from home, I don't think my parents could handle it!

The only downer I've seen so far to majoring in zoology is the amount of chemistry classes I have to take.
Like three different ones. I am going to die!

I'm still pondering my options. I might opt to take out a buttload of student loans and pay myself through Watkins.

White Tiger Fraud:

When you think of a white tiger, do you think of this?

Did you know the only way to produce a white tiger is through severe inbreeding of brother to sister, father to daughter and mother to son?

Did you know that there is no such species as a Royal White Bengal Tiger?

If you didn't know that, don't feel bad, you were deceived just like millions of others. Read on to learn the truth about white tigers, white lions, tabby tigers and other genetic aberrations.



White Tigers can ONLY exist in captivity by continual inbreeding, such as father to daughter, brother to sister, mother to son and so forth. The white lions and golden tabby tigers are merely a product of this practice of inbreeding for white coats as well and are not being bred for any sort of conservation program either. ALL white tigers are cross eyed, whether it shows or not, because the gene that causes the white coat always causes the optic nerve to be wired to the wrong side of the brain.
The myth of the Rare White Bengal Tiger was an illusion meant to deceive the public into thinking that these cats were endangered and being preserved for future generations. The truth of the matter is that they aren’t even pure Bengal tigers, but rather are all the offspring of an original Siberian / Bengal cross breeding. The inbreeding results in many defects, early deaths, still births and, as could be expected, the cats are not very bright which is why they are preferred for entertainment purposes.

Consider this: Only 1 in 4 tiger cubs from a white tiger bred to an orange tiger carrying the white gene are born white, and 80% of those die from birth defects associated with the inbreeding necessary to cause a white coat. Of those surviving, most have such profound birth defects, such as immune deficiency, scoliosis of the spine (distorted spine), cleft palates, mental impairments and grotesquely crossed eyes that bulge from their skull that only a small percentage are suitable for display. Due to these birth defects the white tigers often die an early death. According to some tiger trainers, only 1 in 30 of those white cats will consistently perform. The number of tigers that have to be produced and disposed of in order to fill the public’s desire to see white tigers on display is staggering.


*I did not write this article, this is just informative*

To find out more visit: This Site:D

Russian Destruction

This is a poem I wrote in class. My friend is drawing what she sees through the words, It originally ended with the line "And Christ has come again" but I took it out, due to popular demand..


Russian Destruction-

Look around, I'm lost, I'm found.
Bodies everywhere; they lay fallen on the ground
Crying children, an empty sound.
Broken windows; shards all around
Tears of blood flow from me.
they stream down delicate faces into a sea;
Please, don't leave me here alone.
Smoke, Fire, Flames
My heart it slows,
Life is lost,
Friends are gone.
Blood paints the streets,
water covers flames.
And children are left in tears.



I was a scene kid for halloween. Pretty wicked. ;]

I went to my friend Jessica's house and we partied all night long. :]
I actually went trick or treating too!
Haha.

Self Consciousness. :/

Advice anyone?

I was really excited for cheerleading to start this year, in hopes of becoming the flyer. I was told previously I probably would do it. So in an attempt to secure my spot as a flyer, instead of my current position as a base, I started losing weight.

This is not the first time I've done this, and every time it is for a different reason. A part of it is that I can not seem to grasp the fact I'm not as young as I once was, and one day I have to weigh over 120.

*Runs to bathroom to weigh herself*

Right now, I weigh 115.4
I'm 5'5 3/4.

The first time I ever had an "anorexic burst" as I call it, was when I was 12 years old. I went to the beach with my best friend, she was skinnier than me, but also two years younger, and i wanted to be like her. So, I didn't eat for 3 days straight.
Since then I've had several "anorexic bursts", but not in an attempt to be like someone else. In attempt to make myself "happier". Which it never does.

I try so hard to be happy as who I am. I mean for heaven sake, I have braces now. I'm almost beautiful. I will be able to smile and feel good about not having crowding, uneven, or just plain weird looking teeth. I'm one of the few teenagers that begged their parents for braces.

I want to eat food, I really do. But my stomach can not seem to handle it.
The complete amount of food I've eaten today:
Cracker lunchable- dinner
applesauce- desert

I think we have a problem.
The loss of appetite is not just affecting me, my mom and my clothes are noticing the change.

I put on my favorite belt today, a black studded belt, its normally tight on the smallest notch. Today, the belt was so loose I could turn it around my hips and instead of holding my pants up. It was just weight.

Someone, anyone, please help me.

I do not want counseling, please do not suggest it.
Just a few changes I can make, that might help.

Please.
Kayla.