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* Saturday May 18th 2013 Grand Rapids Trip 2013

* Saturday May 18th 2013 Grand Rapids Trip 2013 

snore, hygiene, parking meter, trophy

Kat an I were on our way
To Grand Rapids Kat could 
Hearme snore as she drove
Cautiously my hair tasseled as
I hung my head out of the window.
Someone who wouldn't know me
Might think I don't have proper hygiene.
Than I heard this mooing sound I woke up
To find a cow gawking at me. I didn't get 
Enough sleep last night and I was too tired
to care. There was an animal in Grand Rapids
I reached down on the floor by my car door to 
Brush my tangly hair as Kat managed to read 
At least two dollars into the parking meter. 
I looked ahead to the unexplored city of Grand
Rapids this was my trophy. 

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* Friday May 17th 2013 My Uniqueness Prose

*   Friday May 17th 2013 My Uniqueness Prose

What makes me special?
I prefer the question, what 
Makes me unique. When I 
Hear the word," special,"
I think of the memory of
being called stupid or 
dumb but the worst is 
being called retarded.

What makes me unique I 
Have to say my bubbly 
personality is the first thing
people notice abotu me. You
asked me what three things
make me unique. 

That I am able to find out
things about disney and 
that I know so much. For
me its more than a hobby.

Another thing that makes me
Who I am, but not who I become
me being able to overcome me
being able to overcome my disability.
I'll admitt it can be hard, but not
Impossible to live with.

In some ways I pick
up things like for example
when I I get a new cell phone
I am able to know how to use
it like tasks, making a schedule
and setting up alarms while my
parents need help of course I'm
more than happy to help. 

Lastly is that I've developed
a love for writing as a young
kid. But didn't realize my potential
til I was 18 but deluged into it as a 
college student. Took classes online
and was certified and tried new things. 

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* Thursday May 16th 2013 heart less prose

*  Thursday May 16th 2013 heart less prose 

beautiful lover
you hold me tight
never we try not to fight
your love for me high like a kite

Our love never ending
our hearts always bending
love care tending
messages of love sending.

Love at first sight
its never wuite
some say love bits

But love isn't perfect
it can be a serpent

a snake bits its venom destroys us 
as we shrivel up like crumpets
even in death love turned against us

reverse by one we trust.
now our love is a bust
nothing I hear but words cuss. 

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Wednesday May 15th 2013 Prose

*   Wednesday May 15th 2013 No Sleep Prose? 

ok what's the deal I can't sleep
dared not to make a peep
its only in the middle of the week.
I should feel weak
I'm pale like a blank sheet.
in my hands I have something to keep
why can't I just count sheep.
I like to be on top of the heap
so I laid in my bed began to weep.
Took this huge leap
I have something I seek
have a desire for this pink jeep
the horn it beeped
pressed my hand on it now I'm in too deep

Wednesday May 15th 2013 Favorite Writing Genre Prose

I guess my favorite...
Its hard to pick I try a 
little bit of everything,
from romance, horror, poe
like to nature, animals, pets,
family and seasons. But I have
To say no matter I write about
its about letting out my look out
on  what's trapped inside of me
and how I look around at my 
surroundings the world. 

As a child I've started out
first by admiring great authors
R.L Stine, Laura Ingulls, Annie
Sullivan, Anne Frank and Helen
Keller. They helped me to embrace
The differences I have just because
The world views me different doesn't
Mean I am. I'm a person like everyone 
Else this was my first talent, but I 
Didn't know it yet. First it was Disney
and sining which also helped me overcome
obstacles in life.

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Tuesday May 14th 2013 Summer Spring Weather Prose


Tuesday May 14th 2013 Summer Spring Weather Prose

The hallway was silent
except for the sounds of 
the fan blades fill the air.
Felt the pounding feeling
inside of my head like hammers
against wood how painful. My
parents are asleep.

The heat is effecting me
I wanted the heat now I know
to stay hydrated when outside.
This is one main way to stay cool
summer is here to stay.

Almost the time when I sit
in the sun I take a long nap
only because my energy is
drawn out. Loving the weather.

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* Monday May 13th 2013 Junifer Prose

*   Monday May 13th 2013 Junifer Prose

I decided to go on an evening
stroll, I walked about three blocks
when I felt it. A plant with prickly
thorns like a bush.

I opened my eyes to find my
hands on top of this gross yellow
junifer its pokey branches tickled
irrated my skin and it broke out in 
hives.

Than as I fought myself
from feeling the want to
itch my pink bumpy skin
I remembered.

Katherine and I  were in elementary
school kids. riding our bikes through
the neighborhoods near our houses
where we both grew up.

There was this particular
house where this kind elderly
couple had lived( their names
escaped my memory) that Kat 
and I passed on the way home
as we rode our bikes. Near this 
house there were bushes at the
time. At the time I had no idea
what this plant was until mom had
told me( which I will tell you later).

I rode my bike near the bush,
Kat was behind me Kat watched
as I accidentally tripped over my bike
it fell over and I fell into the bush.

It was like I had just falling
into a disquised fiery pit the
itchy feeling plant  irritated my 
right lower arm. 

I am writing this and I felt
the urge to itch my face and 
body cause after this event 
whenever I think about junifers
I itch myself. 

All I remember it grew
too painful for me that I 
started to have a allergic
reaction. And my right arm
in red hives it wasn't pleasant
to look at. 

" Kat, help me!" I cried out
tears ran down my face.

Kat used all her strenght
to pull me out of the bush.
Tears continued to roll
down my face. I still felt
the sensation of burning
like I'd been bitten by ants.
( but to be bitten by ants 
in this state, michigan is 
very unlikely and die from it
is highly unlikely.)

It was even worse when
I lost the control of not
itching myself. I scratched
myself like crazy. Something
I shouldn't have done.

Kat and I rode our bikes back
to my house. I felt my face burning
it was because of how hard I was crying
from the fire like pain. Told my mom what
had happened that's when Mom rushed into 
well Mom mode. 

my skin reaction was so bad
Mom had me undress and soak 
in a bath to reduce the swelling than
dress but apply myself with the pink 
lotion to help my skin. The good thing
about this remedy was that it worked
but it smelled and usually I put it on misquito
bites too. 

I glanced back at this memory
I fell into the bush the hives were
back, but they wren't being easy on me.

My itched and I couldn't
feel a thing my body has
gone numb with pain. Without
realizing it or looking back one 
of my neighbors saw that I was
walking alone in the dark around 
that horirble bush. The neighbor 
was my best and true friend, Katherine
who had been there through the event.

I was rushed to the doctor 
they gave me a shot and medicine
to reduce the swelling, 

The pain was so bad that 
I had became sick but my 
ummune system was still 
strong. I never stopped fighting
and lived a full life.  

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* Sunday May 12th 2013 Mother's Day Prose

*   Sunday May 12th 2013 Mother's Day Prose

I watched as mom carefully
opened her gift bag I resued
from christmas. In tissue paper
wrapped neatly was a titanic
movie and than in another 
was a starbucks gift card for
fifteen bucks.

Mom's eyes lite up she
was so happy.

" aww you didn't need to
spend so much money on me,"

" Mom you work your butt 
off you deserve this," I laughed
Mom laughed in agreement.

Finally mom gave me a big
hug," Thank you so much I love it!"

Opened up the card i bought her for 
Mother's Day. I nailed the thoughtful
side completely. She was so happy 
what Dad got her too a giant metal 
blue flower to put in her garden thats
the gift that caught my eyes the most.

Mom gone on how Dad  should've
had some of the things set for
her birthday. But dad and I both
agreed that she works so hard that
she deserved it plus its Mother's Day.
Its her day to be spoiled for doing a wonderful
job. 

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