FYI

For your information. . . I can very successfully talk with a British accent WITH a lisp.     In case you didn't realize. This is super hard and I'm basically super for being able to do it! DONT you hate it when a random number texts you? and you realllllllllllllllllyyyyyyyyyyyyyy want to know who it is... and they take FOREVER to text back.. hmm.

SO i was on youtube today, just messing around, seeing whats good.......... and i stumbled across this girl who makes videos: FUNNIEST THING OF MY LIFE. you absolutely need to watch THIS video. yup, please click the colored "this"

I don't really know what to write. There is a lot going through my head right now, but when I write it down its just some crazy jumble that only I can decode...so it really wouldn't have meaning to you. :) I'll work on that though... SCHOOL is sucking the life out of me. COLLEGE classes are too much for a fifteen year old to handle! :/ blah. Winter break I will prolly upload some work.

SO i can check how many page views i've gotten, and the site i was referred from... Tiwtter, Facebook, and a few from Google. anyways, i have been getting a lot lately which is GOOD! So readers..... please look to the right side of the page... at my lil "Blog Roll" thingy..it has months under it. Those are files from the past months that i've written. so GO, go right now, NOW. and check them out, about now. GO. <3

                            -Simply Brooklyn

Pleaser

People have different personalities, everyone is unique,
And although you might peg me as something at a first glance, I may be different than you think.

I like to please the people, your wish is my command,
But with so many people to please, my happiness is at hand.

I don't like to hurt feelings, but I'm always honest too,
I mean what I say, So please believe the sorrys and the I love yous.

It's natural to get jealous, when what's yours pays attention to another,
The Funny Thing Is, without forgiving me, you forgave your 'brother'

And I know he apologized, but I've tried to do the same.
Ignoring doesn't help love, we both know you can't forget my name.

I know that wasn't the only problem, but I hate to turn others down,
Even when it hurts you, it's wrong I know, come back around?

I love to please the people, your wish is my command,
My personality is difficult, I'm trying, the fate of my apology is in your hands.

Winter Break

Having a fantastic winter break with my boo Kourteney! Love her to pieces! check her out @ Kourtkourt.blogspot.com <3 christmas village date tonight :) and hottubbing <3

A Brooklyn Quote :)

"Be yourself, even when you wish you aren't the person you are, because being fake is so much worse."

                                                                                -Simply Brooklyn

The Story of “Just” Bridget

This is a short story I wrote for my Honors English class, just thought i'd share. oh and Please dont steal it... i worked SUPER hard on it, and it was pretty dang time consuming...alright thanks!
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            My name is Sam. I live in a small town in Washington; trust me, you have probably never heard of it, so that part doesn’t matter much. I don’t love sports, art, or music. I tend to chill in the background. Out of all the things I could be good at, I only seem to find school as a talent. Because I do very well. I’m almost finished with school though, and I’m nervous for my future. Growing up and getting ready to leave this old town has got me thinking a lot. Then I was forced to think even more. Not something I needed, I’m already stressed as is. Recently in AP Psychology, all the seniors in my class were asked to reflect on our lives. Is there anything we miss? Anything we loved? Anything we regretted  ? Well, the last question struck me. And just like that I found myself aching over the memory of “Just” Bridget.

            “Tell them to stop, Sam.” Bridget’s voice pleaded. The day had been going so well, why was it ending like this? I had finally worked up the courage to talk to the quiet girl who sat in the front row of Mrs. Jones classroom. I had been noticing her for weeks. She was short, and a little stocky. Her long brown hair fell far past her shoulders, and hundreds of freckles framed her bright blue eyes. She was almost awkward looking. But pretty in her different way. Before the bell rang for my fifth grade class to start, I walked to her seat. Stretching out my hand while looking at the floor I managed to choke out a few words.

            “Sam. Sam Eriks.”

            “Hi, Sam.” Her voice was different too, also awkward.

            “Well won’t you tell me your name? I mean you don’t have to, but I guess I’d like to know.” I could feel my cheeks burning. This was not going as planned.

            “Bridget, Just Bridget.” Right when she said this, the bell rang. This then sent me running to my seat, face still red hot. The rest of the day I was miserable, I couldn’t focus on my fractions and my spelling seemed awful. All I could think about was Just Bridget. Why was her name so strange? Didn’t she have a last name? Did she just not want me to know? It wasn’t till the end of the day that I got my answer.

            While I was walking home, I noticed chalk drawing after chalk drawing. They kept going every few feet creating a trail of art, really good art. I followed the trail until I found its culprit. There, down on hands and knees, covered from head to toe in bright pastels, was Just Bridget.

            “Just Bridget.” I said, startled.

            “Sam Eriks.” She replied. She just kept working, her hands tracing out an old oak tree, in autumn. This girl was strange.

            “Did you draw all these? School just got out, shouldn’t it have taken awhile?” I was just so curious.

            “Yes, I left.” Just Bridget seemed to be a girl of very few words.

            “Left? Can you do that?”

            “No.” I was more confused then ever. Are eleven year olds allowed to leave school in the middle of class? Is anyone? Just Bridget was different, I could already tell. I spent the next hour talking to her. Watching her fingers spread color and magic across the dull pavement. I was amazed at the talent. Looking back, I don’t know if Just Bridget really was an outstanding artist, or if it just seemed so to my young eyes. But if I had to guess, I’d say she really was outstanding, her art work caught and held the attention of many by passers.

            In that hour that I talked and watched, she hardly said a word. The conversation almost felt one-sided. Almost. I managed to wriggle out her favorite color, animal, subject in school, all the basics, really. But at one point in the conversation, she linked more then a couple words together. In fact she talked for a few minutes straight. I guess she had needed someone to listen, and listen is what I did. I let her explain, complain, and everything in between. And I learned she was a foster child, and did not have a last name because the state could find no record of one. Just Bridget is what she had been going by since she could talk. She didn’t remember her family, and she doubted she ever had one; she liked to think she fell from the sky like a raindrop. Or was born from the earth like a carrot or potato. She didn’t like her foster family right now, she hardly ever liked any. And they didn’t seem to like her either. But to her it was okay, she shrugged it all off. That’s where the conversation went back to being one-sided. Almost.

            I felt like I had made a new friend that day. A new friend that, unfortunately, only lasted one day. I think I would have liked for that friendship to last, and who knows maybe I would have even wanted it to be more someday. Just Bridget was so unusual, so rare. I knew that was something unique and I would have liked her, I’m sure of it. The real question is if she would have liked me back, I was so plain. And honestly, who would like someone that didn’t come to their aid in a time of need? Yup, that’s right, I said I didn’t. This is what I thought of when my AP Psychology teacher asked me if I had any regrets. Because I know that everything about my life would be a lot different if I hadn’t turned my back.

            “Tell them to stop, Sam.” Bridget’s voice pleaded. Our sweet and simple conversation had been interrupted. A group of older students had gathered around. It was obvious they were jealous of Just Bridget’s artistic ability, and to add to it, they were against her strange looks and ways. I try not to blame those kids, we were all so young.

            “Please Sam.” Tears were welling up in Bridget’s freckle-framed, bright blue eyes. The older kids were laughing, all joining in and taking turns mocking Just Bridget’s art, making fun of her too “soft” body for her small frame. I know I should have said something. She asked for help, and did I answer? Did I stand up for my new friend? No. I couldn’t. Like I said before, I just blended with the background, I wasn’t outgoing at all. And I was sure those kids wouldn’t have listened to me, or would they have? Were a couple timid words from my quiet mouth all that was needed to save Just Bridget? I know we were young, and I don’t blame the other kids. But I do blame myself. Because instead of speaking up, I turned on my heel and ran. I kept running and running, until I was lost in the town streets. Sitting on the curb I buried my face in my hands and started to cry. Cry, that was all I could do. And I am still not exactly sure why I was crying. But you and me both know plenty of reasons, what I had done was wrong, and I was deeply confused. Yet I still blame myself.

            The next day Just Bridget wasn’t in her usual front row seat. And it remained like that for the next few days. I found myself staring, hopelessly, at the empty seat on the front row. The weekend passed, my parents were acting very strange, in fact all the adults were. And like usual, I found myself confused, it wasn’t until Monday that I got all the answers.

            “Class, before we start I’m afraid I have news to share. Do not get excited, this news is not well.” Mrs. Jones said, standing at the front of the class. She was reaching for a box of tissues, and that’s when I knew. Immediately, tears started streaming down my face. I knew it was my fault.

            “Bridget will not be returning to class. There has been an accident, Bridget has passed away.” Mrs. Jones was trembling. But I could tell, from the way Mrs. Jones stumbled over the word “Accident” I knew. Some kids were asking who Bridget was. I couldn’t help myself; I kept whispering her name, Just Bridget, as an answer to their questions, or was it to answer my own?

The rest of the day went by slowly; I spent it in an exhausted blur. Yet I somehow managed the strength to race home as fast as I could once the bell rang. I needed to know the answer to my questions. Sitting on the front steps, was the daily news paper. I slowly unfolded it, but I didn’t have to look far. Something this big made first page news in a small town like ours. And there was the story of Just Bridget, my Just Bridget.

            Last week, a local eleven year old foster child, by the name of Bridget, took her own life…….  I couldn’t read anymore. I had guessed correctly, and let me tell you, it was the worst feeling in the world. I don’t remember much after that. My mind has seemed to block it out, but I do remember the worst of it. My name is Sam; I’m a high school senior in a small town. And like most people, I have regrets.

Just some things

THIS song is probably my new favorite... just because it is SO true. Good heck I haven't written in a long time. I have been so distracted, and everytime I try to write, well stuff gets in the way. I will work on it.

ALSO my laptop has been broken for like four months ya know? WELL i begged and pleaded and my mom is taking it to be fixed THIS week. Goooooood. MORE writting. I need to get back into the grove and start to focus more. <3

I Can

You can't always make everyone happy,
Sometimes, you can't make anyone happy,
But in the least, you should make yourself happy.

Try.

You can't always tell the truth,
Sometimes, you can't tell when "the truth" is the truth,
But in the least, to yourself, tell the truth.

Try.

You can't always succeed,
Sometimes, you can't bear to watch others succeed,
But in the least, see that by being yourself, you do succeed.

Try.

You can't always try,
Sometimes, others hurt you too much to try,
But in the least, know this is a lie:

"I can't"
.................
I can.


                                 - Simply Brooklyn

Hey Everyone . . . Soooooo my apologies for not posting in a LONG time. Been real distracted lately. The creative part of me is being drowned.... Eh don't worry, I'll update soon....or something like that! (;

                                     - Simply Brooklyn

Twenty Five Seconds

If you only had twenty five seconds to live, what would you do?
Would you go and turn your wrongs to rights, and make your falses true?

If you only had twenty five seconds to live, what would you say?
Would you give me a call, or laugh, or bawl, would you tell me it'd be okay?

If you only had twenty five seconds to live, what would you think?
Would you think of my face, is that the case? Or would you think I'm the weakest link?

You only had twenty five seconds to live, so did you spend them right?
And pray that a piece of you, would stay with me, to help me through hard nights. . .
-hopefully

                               -Simply Brooklyn

Hold Your Own

People with two faces, well they have four eyes,
so shouldn't they be able to see the way they hurt you inside?

And players who play the game so well, they're not only chasing you,
Maybe I will show them, what it feels like to hurt too.

The fake people, just so insecure, they lie every minute-hour-day,
Well I'll show them what they're like, till they can't believe a word I say.

So many people will betray you, you must learn to hold your own,
Because the only person that has your back is you, that's what I've been taught - been shown.

GoodBye Summer

News...... summer is OvEr :/ Which is no beuno! Lately things have been so interesting. I'm growing up, I'm changing. Music that rocks? WELL my true favorite He Is We, NeverShoutNever, All Time Low, The Summer Set. Check. Them. Out. Those links will take you to one of my favorite songs by those artists!

I would just like to say that my "Summer List" (can find it in my BLOGROLL to the right) Was definitely not completed.... but I can tell ya which things I checked off my list! :: #1, #6, #8, #10, #11. 1/2 of #12, #13, #17, and #20! SO I still have some work to do....but It is no longer summer so I need a NEW list!
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1. start out with a 4.0 and stay strong
2. do not get lost more than once...maybe twice.
3. get asked to HomeComing and find a BEAUTIFUL dress
4. attend ALL home football games
5. make new friends in every class
6. dont stress on outfits, the only person's opinion that matters is mine!
7. hold on to the boy i currently like for more than two weeks....hopefully a lot more!
8. try and friend all my enemies
9. dont overstress, girls nights when needed
10. dont be too serious, let myself have a hell of a good time!

So there, just a short, easy to live by, 10 points of action for myself in the up and coming months! Wish me luck world.... I'm a Warrior (;


 -Simply Brooklyn <3   

Bits and Pieces

Hey everyone... Sorry it's been so long. I have been so busy and distracted lately. I have found my self in a state of procrastination. I start several pieces...and I simply can not finish them.  SO I will give you the little blurbs I have so far.

My Book 
I'm going to write it down, Because life isn't fair,
Run away from me, Do I still care?

I'm going to spell it out, and draw it too,
Writing words in my book, about you.

Thoughts      
My thoughts go quickly, changing with every blink.
An action, a movement, a word - it's hard to know what I think.

Happy Place
Sometimes I don't want you to see my face,
So when I look away I'm in my Happy Place.

SO those are just a few little bits im still working on..... but keep an eye out - im sure i will get to work soon! I have been crazy confused lately........ being pulled in every which way.... but all is well, i will figure it out. hopefully.
               - Simply Brooklyn

Changes

Sometimes things get old,
Old things should be changed,
It's time for something new,
Still you, but rearranged.

Not to huge or crazy,
Yet not too small to see,
Something new and true,
Be who YOU want to be.

Everyone is blending,
So why shouldn't you stand out?
Don't be fooled, be unique,
Be what you're really about.

When you look in the mirror what do you see?
Who's eyes are you trying to impress?
In my opinion, it should be your own,
They're more important than the rest.

Laugh a little longer,
Dance a little more,
Change your style, thoughts and ways,
Become who you really are.

I tried this for myself,
My ways are silly and great,
Out with the old already!
For the new, I just can't wait!

                                             -Simply Brooklyn

Simply Yourself

Can you be simple? And can you be yourself?
Can you look past the lies, and learn to love yourself?

Not one thing is completely crisp or clean,
Everything has flaws, many go unseen.

Nothing alone is only black or white,
Don't ignore the grey areas, don't put up a fight.

In your own way you're perfect, no need to change a hair,
You, yourself, one of a kind- no one can compare.

So don't analyze every problem, different is always good,
When looking in the mirror, do you see what you truly should?

Would you dare to criticise God's work?
Love your freckles, blemishes, and every little quirk.

Even though life is hard, think before you act,
Need something for thought, or a helpful fact?

Be always your own, simple and true,
Even at your darkest, there is light in you.

               -Simply Brooklyn

I feel BLEU

All I can do is remember, try hard not to forget,
Even though it caused problems, I still don't regret.

Not your eyes, or smell, or the kiss on your lips,
My hands in your hair, your hands on my hips.

Soft and simple, till someone had to interrupt,
Bringing our moment to a stop- so abrupt.

Angry, upset, frightened to lose,
His bestfriend, so now I feel used.

What keeps us from the future- an inconvenient past,
Now you're taking a step back, you're getting out of here fast.

So back to the beggining, the good and the new,
Forgetting the problems, but remembering you.

                                 -Simply Brooklyn

Moutains

Rocky and uneven, you catch my eye,
The mysterious creatures, sneeky and sly.

Covered in tress, sheltered in shadows,
Enjoying the smooth, grassy meadows.

Your footholds untrustworthy, your handholds- unfaithful,
I slip and I trip, your amuesment is hateful.

Dark and gloomy, you strike me with fear,
But then cheering me up, bird-song catches my ear.

Looking I see something I would never guess,
Your elaborate structure is a beautiful mess.

       -Simply Brooklyn

Never take anything for granted, because you never know when it's your last,

Your last smile, your last laugh, your last kiss, it could all end so fast.

 

And don't be quick to anger, or turn your back and glare,
Sometimes it's the easy thing to do, but it shouldn't be hard to care.

Never pass up an opportunity, for someone’s heart might sink,

An encouraging nod, an enthusiastic wink, might do more than you think.

So go and spread a good mood, and know someone has it worse than you,

Lift them up, make them smile, take away their "blue".

Please don't forget to giggle, act silly and care-free,

Don't regret the moments, be still or stressed like me.

And last but not least, remember to love, don't bottle up your hate,

Show her in everything you do, and for my sake- please don't wait.

                              -Simply Brooklyn

 

 

Cover up

My laugh is sweet, it fills the wind, loud because I don't care,
I like to dance, in my socks, my turns are in the air.

Sometimes I smile, and some are winks, but today I combine the two,
A happy nod, a silly shove, something to forget you.

Compliments and encouragement, my attitude of bliss,
Singing loud, a happy song, ignoring the something I miss.

Today I truly try so hard, to listen and to hear,
Taking my mind off silly things, earasing all my fears.

I do my makeup pretty, because all I want to do is make up,
Mascara, eyeliner, shadow and blush, but today, I have already used all my cover up.

-Simply Brooklyn

Truly

They say beauty is only skin deep, but mine is to the bone,
I'm lovely the way I am, my skin is my home.

Inside and out I'm the very best I can be,
But you're too busy to notice, don't judge me.

My smile is genuine, my consideration- truly deep,
On me you can depend, your secrets I will keep.

Now I never said I'm perfect, because I'm definitely not,
But, unlike you, before I act, I give it all some thought.

So please think more than once or twice, and really make up your mind,
Because I'm falling fast and hard, help me- I am blind.

Colors and Feelings

Oh something's old,
But something's new,
And something's gold,
I think it's you.

Something's mean,
And something's red,
Our love was clean,
But my heart's dead.

My shade is blue,
My eyes are cold,
I thought you knew,
My feelings told.....

You the story,
Of my heart,
Next time I'll hold back,
I'll be smart.


Well i wrote that the other day...so yes I am the author :) below i have included a "Poem Breakdown" If you did not fully understand the meaning of this poem :) Thanks!
Poem Breakdown:
*So if you read that one closely, It uses colors to explain emotions and feelings. In the first stanza it talks about an old feeling, but there is something new to it. Something is "gold" which means it's bright, beautiful, first, etc. In the second stanza it says something is mean, and red. well red can be love and hate. the "love" in the stanza WAS clean(past tense) and the "heart" IS dead (present tense).  Third stanza says the writers shade is blue, which can mean sadness, and the eyes are "Cold" therefore the eyes are wet, and glaring. It speaks of someone that was supposed to know the writers feelings. The fourth and final stanza explains what someone was supposed to see through the writers feelings, and then speaks of the caution they will use next time, to not get hurt.

Where Turtles Came From...

SO I still have writers block, but I figured I needed to post SOMETHING because my veiwers are probably getting bored. So I'm going to share a story I made up about a year ago. The first time it came out of my mouth, well it was just random words and thoughts.....throughout the year at has changed around and develpoed into something silly, but it is my favorite thing. If you're reading this and you know me....you have probably heard some rendition of "Where Turtles Came From"

*Once upon a time, there was a buterfly.  His name was Pete. Well, Pete didn't really enjoy where he lived and decided he needed to move. So he went out walking...not flying, walking. Becasue buterflies do infact have legs. Pete the buterfly walked and walked, and walked some more, right into the forest. In the forest, he came to a clearing....in the middle of the clearing there was a big hole. Pete looked into the hole, but he couldn't see the bottom, it was too deep. That's when he fell, head first, into this hole. He seemed to be falling forever untill, Bam! He feel straight through that hole and landed in the clouds. Well How does that happen? Pete fell through a hole in the ground, and landed in the sky? Pete didn't seem to care, because he had spied a crytal clear pond, back on the ground. Not thinking things through, Pete the buterfly dove straight down form that cloud till he splashed into the clear pond. That's when pete realized he couldn't breathe underwater....So he swam to the nearest corner shop and bought himself a pair of gills. Now Pete the buterfly could breathe. Taking a look around Pete quickly decided that, although this was not the normal buterfly habitat, he could certainly adapt and this is where he would live.
And THAT is where turtles came from.
THE END

HAH oh how i hope you enjoy that. Yes i know it doesn't make any sense, that however, is why it is simply me :)

Check this out...

HEY all ..... SO after you read a story or two on my blog....you should take a trip over to, AmbrieAnnePhotography.blogspot.com  My sister is a photographer....she just put up some new cute pics :) Follow us? MMKAY happy Tuesday morning..at 12:19 AM (;

Happy Father's Day

Some days are worse than others,
But today is harder than most,
I don't realy like to remember,
and I don't complain or boast.

Only sometimes it hurts too much,
I just need to write it down,
A note about someone I lost,
And why today brings a frown.

Every princess needs a Dad,
Like every bird needs wings,
He's there to help her go and fly,
To discover extraordinary, beautiful things.

So father-less, I'm stuck on the ground,
This bird's wings never did grow,
I'm lost, alone, and Frightened,
I try hard not to let it show.

It was hard to lose someone like you,
But I'll stay tough and say I'm okay,
So stand by me, stay in my heart,
Happy Father's Day.

MUSIC

Alright, So from my profile you can see that I LOVE any kind of art...and Music is deffinatley art! I just thought you might want to see the music I'm into :) Which is pretty much ALL OF IT! i don't really like to stick to one genre :)

In no particular order......

Backseat- NewBoyz
F*cking Perfect- P!nk
Good Life- One Republic
Rolling in the Deep- Adele
Owl City(all of their songs are grand)
He Is We(all of their songs are grand as well)
Almost Lover- A Fine Frenzy
I Just Wanna Run- The Downtown Fiction
Edge of Glory- Lady Gaga
FM Static
The Maine
Forget You- CeeLo Green
Somewhere in BROOKLYN- Bruno Mars
Freckles- Natsha Bedingfeild
Super Bass- Nicki Minaj
NELLY FURTADO
Im Yours- Jason Mraz

SO there you have it, this isn't even close to 1/4 of the music I love.....but those are the First few on my playlist :)

When

Do you know what I'm talking about when I say, has something ever been stuck in your mind?
When you sit and wonder why it's like this, but it's the answer you just can't find.

You have a million things over to go and do, but your head just won't participate,
When one thing only has all of your thoughts and you can not think straight.

You are usually chill, and quite relaxed, but this thing is driving you wild,
When you're nervous forever, but worry for longer, and you're acting like a child.

You over analyze ever detail, and you really don't mean to do so,
When you're supposed to be friends, you can't help but want more, just hope that your feelings don't show.

You want to calm down, this is stupid, you finally have relief,
When someone has your back and you know it, it takes away a lot of grief.

Do you know what I'm talking about, when I say all of this? Well for your sake, I hope you do not,
When you have it, you'll know, from the feelings that show, your heart is truly caught.

Sarcasm

Apparently I am selfish and it is getting old,

I never take the blame, and my burden is not mine to hold,

I flake responsibilities, and do not respect adults,

Alarmed at what great people you are, and I am the result,

I disobey everything you say, and love to lie and steal,

But don’t dread, it’s drilled in my head, for you always say how you feel,

The mistake child that does nothing but wrong,

It’s alright; we both know I’m not the one headstrong,

It appears that I cause every fight, even when I'm not around,

Therefore my good side is lost and nowhere to be found,

I’m the kid in the family, that all your pleas I refused,

And when something terrible has happened, I'm the first accused,

There is a problematic person in this situation, and you say it’s Me?

Alright sure, you’re right for once! Don’t you love all the irony? (;  

A Story of a Stolen Identity…..or Three

Once there was a lizard, and this lizard was so unique….just because she always tried hard to be. She was relaxed and chill, didn’t care what anyone thought. She always wanted to be one of the guys, and she got along great with them. Until another lizard came along and started being just like her….and she was better at it. So the unique lizard decided to change, let the other have who she had been….because she wanted to be all her own and completely unique.

Once there was a lizard, and this lizard was so unique….just because she always tried hard to be. She was talkative and outgoing, and at the very tippy top. She wore the nicest scales and smiled lots. Everyone wanted to be her. Until another lizard came along and started being just like her….and she was better at it. So the unique lizard decided to change, let the other have who she had been….because she wanted to be all her own and completely unique.

Once there was a lizard, and this lizard was so unique….just because she always tried hard to be. She was quiet and shy, didn’t have any friends. Her style was crazy and changed every day. She was completely absorbed in all corners of the arts. She kept to herself but made amazing goals. Outstanding GPA’s, Ivy League universities, everything intelligent and admirable. Until SEVERAL other lizards came along and started being just like her…..and some were better and some were worse at it. So the unique lizard decided to…..suck it up. She wasn’t changing again, not for anyone at all. Because she finally liked herself enough to stand up for her identity. So let all the other lizards try as hard as they may, but…I'm me and I'm the only one of those….and they cannot truly steal my identity.

Bear

I know a Bear, a Boy, a Man,
He's no stress, no pressure, won't push to hold hands,

Genuine and lovely, but oh we did just meet,
This boy is extraordinary, this bear is so sweet,

Late night talks, but you're so full of respect,
And inside your eyes, my butterflies reflect,

Quiet visits, short notice, long hugs,
Future plans you made, and your laugh, it's my drug,

Your silly smile, and outgoing ways,
It's the scared yet adventurous song my heart plays,

I know a Bear, a Boy, a Man,
And the friendship we have is more than grand.

*PENCIL ME IN

Lost Down This Road

Where to start? Where to go? Lost in the street, lost down this road. 

Dancing alone, in the corner of this room, but dancing altogether, is better with you.

Stepping on my feet, your rhythm isn’t good, but being this close never feels like it should.

I'm afraid if I let go, I’ll be letting go too long, so dance with me backwards, to a slow song.

 Pull me closer, into your shoulder I’ll hide, spinning around on my tip toes I try.

Sing in my ear, dare me to dream, and dare me to dare, let’s get lost down this road, without a simple care.

*PENCIL ME IN

Step on My Toes

Inside my bubble, breathing my air
crowding my space, don't act like you care

Faking the hugs, holding on too long
Laughing so loud because it feels wrong
 
Talking through your teeth, showing off that smile
Acting like a friend, when actually, it's been awhile



Saying you'll call, you wont, i know
Just Step On My Toes, to put on a good show
(just wrote this in about five seconds (; trying to explain my feelings towards fake people!) Format:AABBCCDD  :)     *PENCIL ME IN!                                  

Today

TODAY is a day, for me to remember you, all the things you used to say, and everything you would do.

The lessons that you taught me, the times you held my hand, No matter What, Where, When, or why, you were a safe place to land.

The times we’d sit out on that rock, you’d teach me constellations, my little eyes couldn’t see the patterns, but saw your dedication.

All the jokes you told me, and stories of you as a kid, no one could make me smile and laugh just as much as you did.

Having you around was the best, to you I could always confide, I know my secrets are still safe with you, I still feel you by my side.

I hope on the other side you anxiously wait for the day, that I will run into your arms and again we can play.

I know that day isn’t far off, I feel it in my heart, but until then stay by me, help me to be smart.

Sometimes decisions are hard and I just don’t want to wait, but the most important thing you taught me is not to end my fate.

I see it causes lots of pain so I will hold on, by the way I don’t blame you, and I haven’t all along.

I know we had our problems, I know we had our fights, I wish I had the chance to go back, and turn our wrongs to rights.

The rest doesn’t matter, because all you need to see, is who I am because of you, and who you are to me.

Love you forever, Brookie

Violin

The notes are sweet, they fill the air

Singing softly, the woodwork hums

Gently swaying without a care

Up the stings, my fingers drum

Eyes shut, bow hand breathes

Finger tips trill, wrist vibratos

Up, down, around, the notes will weave

Short, quick, stop, the notes staccato

The instrument shakes, while projecting the sound

Dynamics changing, has an effect

Loud as can be, on my ears the pitch pounds

But then, soft tone mirrors and reflects

My violin is, the most precious thing

The music I make lets my heart sing

-Brooklynn Bosworth

Violin Girl

There was a girl; she had a dream, to push a bow, to FiNgEr a string,

The girl worked hard to play a song, and the rest of the music just came along,

She pushed her instrument to hum the beat; her gorgeous vibrato was no small feat,

Practice of pLaY, wastes every day, till the hair on the violin girl turned grey,

She stood to feel the music best, till her old concerto heart needed a rest,

Note by note, frail passed through her bones, But with age she gained all the right tones,

Now also a child, the music enjoys, because the violin girl, raised a violin boy,

The violin girl died a violin lover, but the violin boy missed his violin mother,

For this reason, he quit his pLaY; the music reminded him every day,

Of the woman that filled his heart with song, playing her notes, to him, felt wrong,

But in truth, the wrong one was he, the violin girl in the sky, couldn’t happier be,

 Because up top she met a violin man, His name was God; he was her biggest fan,

Well she and God played, till her son did hear, so he listened close, knowing mother was near,

The notes said be happy, and practice hard, Let the music heal, don’t be scarred,

So the sorrowful son, again picked up his favorite toy,

An old violin, for the violin boy.

-Brooklynn Bosworth