love sometimes goes unnoticed

he is surrounded by love. his family. his friends. and God. they all love him. but sometimes he feels so alone. alone and... unloved. maybe its because he gets down on himself. he tells himself he has screwed up too much... done things that make him unworthy of love. he has turned from God in the past and now that he is running to Him, why should He love him? he has done nothing to deserve it. a girl attracts his attention and suddenly brief thoughts enter his head, possibilities of something more than friendship. just as quickly as they enter... they are gone. girls have done more than their fair share of dissapointing him in the past and there is no reason why this should be any different... he has let his family down... not intentionally but he has hurt them, and he doesn't understand how they could still love him. yes, he is surrounded by love. but sometimes he has a hard time seeing it...

when the world pushes so hard around you sometimes its difficult to see past that to all the good things we do have. sometimes all we see is the problems, the pain, the dissapointment. with all that clouding our vision we don't see what God has blessed us with. the people He has placed into our lives to show us love. to show us compassion. to show us that they care... everyone in this world is surrounded by love. if only everyone realized that...

let me introduce you to this girl i know.
i'll start by telling you a little bit about her.
average height. green eyes. light brown hair.
she smiles frequently.
getting her to laugh isn't hard... try it sometime.
she loves black and white photos.
they're preferred to color.
her room is decorated with them.
she likes to look nice.
but she still has her comfy sweatshirt days.
her friends are her world.
yet, she often feels let-down.
and that no one is there to listen.
so she writes it down on paper.
for its the only way to let it out.
words are her life.
she's a happy girl.
she wants to find love.
hopefully, someday she will.
she's been hurt by guys.
more than once.
she's felt betrayed
used
unappreciated
and guilty...
for ever getting involved.
she's made a lot of mistakes.
and from them she has learned.
the world isn't perfect.
neither is she.
but the world keeps moving.
life goes on.
even when she wants it to stop.
it never does.
she loves her family.
even though they sometimes irritate her the most.
she wouldn't be the same without them.
music makes her feel better.
no matter what mood she's in...
there's music for every situation.
and blankets make her feel safe.
sometimes life really brings her down.
but she likes to believe she's strong.
its the only way she keeps on going.
its the only way the smile returns.
and she loves to smile.
she does it a lot.
if you know me... you know its true.

the perfect kiss

you hear it all the time... its everywhere. from disney fairytales to the latest romance novel. your first kiss is special. your first kiss means something big. maybe not in those exact words, but the message is always portrayed. and beyond the wonderful first kiss is every kiss after... boy meets girl. they finally kiss... aww its pure bliss! hello?! has any of these movie producers and story writers ever lived in the real world... or do i happen to be the only person there? i know, i know. stories such as these are made because they sell. they sell because people like me, buy them because of the fact that they are perfect. we all want that. the perfect world. the perfect relationship. so we sit down and let the actors make our perfect dreams come true. we let the writers create these perfect worlds on paper and we let the words lock us in. sure its fine, and i enjoy it... don't get me wrong. but sometimes, its really frustrating. because life isn't like that. life is not perfect. and as for that perfect kiss... i'm still waiting. and no i'm not waiting for my first kiss. unfortuanately i have washed it down the drain along with a more than a couple others...everyone makes mistakes. i've accepted that. but... i still haven't lost hope on that kiss. ya, we'll never be perfect. the world is no where close to perfect and we'll never have the perfect relationship. it's an impossible option. but i think, i hope, that it is possible... to have that perfect kiss. not just an enjoyable, wow they were a good kisser kind of kiss... no. more like, there was magic in that kiss... a perfect kiss. someday i hope i get there. until then... maybe someone should think of writing a story, a "love" story, a "chick flick", that doesn't end perfectly. sure it wouldn't have the "aww that was cute" ending, but it would relate to a lot more people. hold out a little hope for all of us, who haven't had one of those perfect moments yet...

Power of the Imagination

She likes to play make-believe. She likes to use her imagination. She likes to leave the world around her and disappear... to a place where she's safe, a place where she's loved, a place where she matters. Here, in the place no one else knows, she is happy. She smiles and laughter is frequent. No tears, no broken heart, no pain, no bruises upon her skin. Here, she doesn't worry about harsh words being hurled at her like darts. Yes, she has become rather good at leaving the world around her when things become un-bearable. It is the only way she will survive. When she returns to the real world, she usually returns with bruises she didn't have before, and dried blood here and there... but at least she is alive. Slowly, and carefully she will get on her feet and back her way to the bathroom. As she cleans herself up she pretends she has just finished a great battle, as a warrior princess, and has protected many. Yes, she likes to play make-believe. She likes to use her imagination. It is the only way she can survive.

creative writing from english

A young woman attracts my attention most afternoons. She is fairly skinny, always clad in jeans. Her long brown hair appears thick and is often gathered up in a ponytail. She enjoys sitting, upon the plastic bench at the park near my house, facing toward the trees. Her eyes are dark and deep, and seem to hint at some sort of secret lingering behind them. Movement is barely ever noticeable; her feet remain attached to the ground, her back at a slight slouch. Covering her with grey paint would make her a convincing statue.
We are told it is impolite to stare, yet I find her intriguing. Something about her causes me to look each time I pass by her sitting there, petrified in her own world, unable to be touched. Still, even as an onlooker, I have recognized her captivating feature.
Upon first glance her secret seems impossible to find, but if you look again, and then once more, you see it is about as veiled as the ingredients in a cake mix; which are clearly printed on the back. Her secret is written on her face, through her still lips and penetrating, yet still, eyes. The atmosphere that envelops her can be recognized as one of hurt and disappointment. Clearly she is suffering from a broken heart.
Here is where the actual mystery comes in. While it is evident that her heart has been crushed, it is impossible to say why. My first thought would be the natural explanation; a long time boyfriend deciding that she was not what he wanted, all the while knowing she loved him with all she possessed. Nevertheless, thinking deeper, it is probable that this is not the case at all, and it entertains me to think of the possible situations.
Perhaps she has been hurt by a family member, a long time dispute that holds no promise of quick resolve. Still even more, it is entirely realistic that she has been let down by people as a whole. She feels unloved and alone; torn between wanting to trust people and recalling how many times she has been wounded by doing just that. Maybe that is why she comes to the bench, and sits, motionless. Perchance there she is able to think, and feel a sort of comfort; surrounded by the sounds of nature in contrast to the sounds of the hurtful words that torment her mind.