Black

Black

By: Christina Gocken

 

Black is the night sky allowing the stars to shine

The flow of calligraphy, beautiful and fine

Black is the past left behind

The sleek dress that she is wearing

Black is the night in which you sleep

The tunnel right before you see the light at the end

Black is in all things

Jealousy

Love looks through a telescope; envy, through a microscope.  ~Josh Billings

Jealousy is something that everybody has experienced. Jealousy is looking at all of the nit picky things that you don't have. Jealousy is looking through a microscope, trying to find all of the small things that don't really matter. Love is the opposite of jealousy. Love can conquer jealousy. Love is learning to look past all of the nit picky things and learning to love what you have instead of wanting what you don't.

I Love You

I love you
I love the way you smile

I love how protective you are

I love the way I fit into your arms

I love how you are always there for me

I love the things you do to make me happy

I love how you can always make me feel better

I love the way you can always make me feel safe

I love how you can make all of my stress go away

I love the way you look at me with love in your eyes

I love the face you make when you are about to kiss me

I love the way you can make something bad into something good

I love the butterflies I get in my stomach every time I am going to see you.

I love you

Stress!

Oh my goodness. Stress is a word that I am way too familiar with. Most days I wish I could just crawl underneath a blanket and forget about the world. This week especially was extremely stressful for me. I had tech until 9 every night plus it was the end of the term. I had troubles trying to get my grades up and I had to deal with a stupid teacher who wouldn't put my test in (and he still hasn't, I better not end up with an F because of it). Last night was the opening night of the show and boy is it going to be a memorable one. There was so much that went on that I didn't even get into the auditorium until about 20 minutes after the show had started. I really hope college won't be as stressful as it is now. Ha like that will happen.

My wonderful week

This week has been so crazy! I have had tech everyday this week until 7pm and as we get closer to the show I get more stressed out because the show opens on the same day that term ends and we aren't as far as we should be with the set production, but we are getting there. My grades aren't doing so hot either. They aren't extremely terrible, like I can still graduate, but they aren't where I want them to be. I need to work on that as well. On the plus side, I did get to go see my boyfriend on tuesday. That was great, because I hadn't seen him in like a month and I thought that I was going to die or something. That made my whole week tons better :)

Dreams

I really don't ever remember my dreams. I don't know why but I just don't. However, when I think of dreams I think of that song from Cinderella. The one that says " A dream is a wish your heart makes when your fast asleep" I love that song a lot. I think that it is totally true. If you have a dream about something and you actually remember it (unlike I do) then I think that it means that your subconscious wants you to know something. I believe that your subconscious knows that is best for you so you should probably listen to your dreams. Except dreams are kind of in code. So if in your dream you jump off of the edge of a building that doesn't mean that you should go jump off of the edge of a building. It might mean something completely different. I think it depends on the person and how you feel you should interpret your own dreams.

My Poem:)

So, In my creative writing class we were writing poems and my teacher gave us a challenge to make pink sound deppressing, here is my attempt at that challenge.
PINK

Pink is the heartbreak, the anger, the sorrow
Pink is the puckering wound from the knife in your back
Pink is the love from that boy, tattered and torn
Pink is your spit after that fight with your so called "friend"
Pink is the tainted anger you feel when you see them hand in hand
Pink is her aplogetic smile when she sees you
Pink is the mask you use to hide your feelings
Pink is the hint of forgiveness seen in your eyes
Pink is the heart that grows stronger with trial