craytayrenaldo

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 ca...

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. 

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.

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.

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. 

    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.

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.

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 th...

                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...

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

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.