Dismal Serenity

Jim Bob Jones was a very disturbed man. He planned a trip to Dave and Buster’s for himself so that he could stuff his face full of food and play games with nobody there to annoy him. However, some of Jim Bob’s acquaintances wished to accompany him. Jim Bob tried to deny their request, but they were very persistent. Therefore, Jim Bob gave in and off to Dave and Buster’s they went or so they thought. Along the way, Jim Bob decided that he was not going to Dave and Buster’s. Across the border he drove, the Canadian Flag majestically waved through the air, but none of the passengers seemed to be aware of their location. As the hours went by and the night became darker, everyone wondered why they had not arrived at their destination. They saw moose run amuck and realized that they were far from home. The sound of water started to emerge from the unknown. Jim got a devious look upon his face as he slammed on the gas. Panic occurred, pervading the vehicle. Before the passengers could take caution, it was far too late. The car was in the Montmorency Falls. As the automobile became engulfed in water, Jim smiled a sick smile because that was how Jim wished to depart due to the fact that his very own parents had met their fatality at that very spot. Jim’s parents were driving home with Jim sound asleep in the backseat. They took their eyes off the road for an instant to bask in this glorious moment and before they knew it, they were immersed in the falls. However, Jim had survived. He had cheated death. When help arrived, they could only save one of them. Jim’s parents risked their lives to save his. That decision, in itself, drove Jim mad. He cursed that day for as long as he lived, believing that it was his fault that his parents were dead. The agony had finally got the best of Jim. As he was drowning, Jim became at peace for the first time since the unfortunate incident. Jim Bob Jones finally reached serenity.

Thanksgiving Fairy tail

It is the last Thursday of November, and I am snuggled up in my red, cozy blanket infront of the fireplace. I pick up my phone and call for cheesy bread and Hawaiian Pizza. Half an hour later I hear a knock on the door. To my surprise, the best people in the world are at my doorstep. Elliot, Carson, Nya, and India thought I could use some company. The whole night is full of jokes and laughter as we watch Disney Classics and eat pizza in the living room by the fireplace. These are the moments that I am going to remember. The night when a group of friends came together and bonded over exchanged laughter. The day when close friends became aware of truths that have been held back, and still accepted eachother for who they are. The conversations about life, loss, and lust. The moments when I felt truly happy. These are the moment I will always remember because these are the moments I wish would last forever. 

Walking along when the night is dead

My friends and I are walking down the street.

Stomp.

Stomp.

Stomp.

We realize the same person has been behind us for a few blocks now. We start to make turns onto unknown streets, hoping we would lose him. He continues to follow us, and we start to panic. 

"Go!"

"Go!"

"Go!"

We all scream as we dah away.

"Oh,no!"

*Heather fell*

Everyone scurries away as I stop to see if she is okay. 

"He is gaining on us!" Heather screams.

"Leave me!" she yells holding back tears. 

I pick her up and carry her away, but I do not know if heather ended up surviving because as I carried her away, my destiny fell upon me. I risked my life to save thoughs who have saved me.

I am women, hear me roar

If I could do one thing that I have never done before, I would skydive because it has always been a dream of mine. I imagine jumping out of a plane to be such a liberating experience. Though it might be radical, I feel as if it could give me a whole new perspective on life. The risk is reviving. If I would not open my parachute at just the right moment, then I could die. Call me morbid, but I kind of like that. Taking chances makes me feel alive, such as bungee jumping off of a bridge or diving off of a cliff. The adrenaline makes me feel as if life is still worth living. Perhaps that Is why I crave danger. Knowing that life is fragile makes me want to test my limits beyond what is perceived as possible. Never will I allow others to limit me. If freedom is what I crave, shower me in it.

Peep hole

Music, art, and technology are important aspects of my life because they allow me to express my creative side through interpretation. The music I listen to and the art I produce say something about me. Each can reveal my interests, dislikes, secrets, hopes, and dreams. They are peep holes into my brain. Technology has allowed me to have access to tools that are helpful in getting my creative side flowing. In all honesty, expressing myself openly has kept me somewhat sane. Even if my art is gruesome and my music is terrifying, they express me and no one ever has to see them. It is my guilty pleasure. I listen to the songs I like and I draw what I want to draw. No one has any say over how I do and do not convey myself. It is a sweet relief for me because finally I am able to feel what I want to feel and say what I want to say without judgement. 

Changing the World, One Stanza at a Time

    If money were no object, I would travel the world and become a poetress. It has always been a dream of mine to see the world and all that it has to offer. Poetry would be the icing on the cake. I have always wanted to be a poetress. However, all my life I have been told that I would not make it. If money were no object,  then none of that would matter. I could pursue my dreams, or even be the next Edgar Allan Poe. I could change the world one stanza at a time. I could picture it now. I, Taylor Josephine Renaldo, could write poetry on the road and donate to the poverty stricken places I would cross. I could build schools and houses, enrich the minds of those who have never know the privilege of receiving an education, and supply fresh water to those who lack it. I could change the world.

Modern Day Love

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My hobby

One hobby I have is writing poetry. I like it because it is a creative way to express myself. I have been writing poetry for a few years. I have always enjoyed poetry, but I really got into it a few years ago when my Grandpa Renaldo died. For the better half of my life, I struggled with how to deal with all the problems i had come to face. Now, poetry is my outlet. It is as if I can talk without anyone hearing me. I let go of all the hardship in my life, and I still remain sane to the world. I guess that is why i like it so much. I get to be myself without losing those I care about. It is my secret escape way. I can choose to share it if I want to, but the poems that reveal information I do not wish others to know are kept a mystery.

The Person I Value The Most

He showed me love 

In a world of hate 

The first time we met 

It felt kind of like fate 

It was not a romance 

It was so much more 

When I met him 

I did not feel so sad anymore 

The first time we met 

I was in sweatpants and a hoodie 

That did not matter 

He still called me a beauty 

We talked all the time 

But we never got bored 

Every time we talked 

I learned a little more 

He has been through a lot 

From fist fights to long nights

But as tough as he is 

He is still afraid of heights 

He feels that everyone leaves 

Eventually 

He told me this in trust 

And confidentiality 

He has done some things 

Of which I do not agree 

But that did not matter 

Because for the first time 

I felt free 

I did not feel the shackles of life 

Pulling me down 

I let my past be the sound 

Of my feet upon the ground 

Though he did not know it 

He taught me to love me, myself, and I 

Even without a gap 

Between my pretty little thighs

I would like to think 

That I helped him as well 

Because before we met 

He fell 

He hit rock bottom 

Never to return 

But yet 

His flames still burn 

He needed a reason 

To carry on 

All he had come to know 

Was suddenly gone 

He needed a sunrise 

And sunset 

That is why I say 

Fate be the reason we met 

Though neither of us 

Are shining stars 

It does not matter 

Because this life is ours 

He taught me things 

I will never forget 

I treasure him 

And the day we met

Long Summer Nights

                One interesting thing that happened this summer was the fact that so many people I loved died. Within a months span, two people near and dear to my heart died. I know this may sound morbid, but just listen.

                The first one to go was my Grandpa, Charles “Dick” Richard Trottier. His fatality was brought on by a mass in his stomach and a blockage in his bowels. On July 11, 2013, my Grandpa went to Golden Acres to see My Grandma Shirley. He brought her Taco Bell and visited with her, but later that night when he got home something was wrong. My Grandpa was having chronic diarrhea, and went to the hospital. The nurse said that it was just food poisoning, but it was so much more than that. The next morning, the nurse came out and announced that my Grandpa had a mass in his stomach and a blockage in his bowels. It was time to say the final goodbye. My sister, my brother, and I rushed to the hospital to see him one time, but we were too late. On July 12, 2013, he was gone.

                The second one to go was a family friend, Dave. The cause of his death was suicide. Dave was a smart, but antisocial man. I had not seen him since he moved to Georgia a couple years ago. He just lost his job recently. He claimed that he had enough money saved up and he was fine, but I guess there was more to it because he shot himself. First, he held the gun under his chin and shot. The bullet went up to his nose, hit a bone, and came out of his nose. Since that did not work, he tried again. This time, he lifted the gun up to his head. This time, he was successful. On August 16, 2013, a week after he died, his father found him.

                Each of these events had a great impact on my life.  Each of these men played a different role in my life. Both of them have their significances.

                My Grandpa Dick was so proud of me. He never thought that any family member of his would ever make straight A’s, or get into an early college program. Although it saddens me that he is not here to be a part of this journey, it makes me work harder and want to do better.

                Dave showed me that there are other people in the world like me that achieve academicly and who are not very social, but seeing what happened to him made me want to change. I still want to succeed, but not at the price of my sanity. I decided I was no longer stressing about being the “perfect student” and I would try to associate more.

                As much as I have mourned these deaths, I have also grown from them. As they say, every cloud has a silver lining.

Taylor

The name Taylor was chosen at random
It did not get much thought
It sounded good
So, it is what I got

I came to like my name
Though I never did before
As I thought about it
I started to like it more

Taylor originated from Tailor
A person who makes and alters clothes
They are said to repair things
That is when a thought arose

Like a Tailor
I fixed things, too
There was nothing I could not fix
There was nothing I could not do

I fixed a million broken smiles
I healed a million broken hearts
I cleared crowded minds
And entered positive thoughts

I repaired and fixed things
Like a tailor
A name I came to know
Became a part of me

I came to like my name
Though I never did before
As I thought about it
I started to like it more

Just Breathe

There are different rules for different aspects of life. However, I believe that there is one universal rule that can apply to every aspect of life. That’s rule is just breathe.

Whether it is a stressful class, or I am just going through a rough time in my life, I just take a second to calm down and breathe. For just a second, I forget about all the problems I have come to face. I take a minute to close my eyes and tell myself that no matter what problems I have going on right now, I will survive.

Just taking time to breathe and relax clears my mind, no matter what the situation is. I just take time to unwind. This helps me overcome every obstacle I have come to face.

In conclusion, I find it easier to overcome strife with a clear mind than with a mind full of thoughts.