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.