My Boys

The first thing that's most likely to pop into your head after you read this is, "She's a slut." However, I promise you, I am not. I like having guy friends better than girl friends. Why? Because guys are so much better, haha. They won't go whispering your secrets to another friend, because they feel no need to. They don't get all bitchy, they don't have to watch what they eat, they're up for anything and aren't worried about breaking a nail. Plus, they don't judge you nearly as much as girl friends do. I love my guy friends, they're the best friends I have, including my amazing boyfriend. Over the weekend I spent the day with Rudy, Zach, and Dave, then we went to Rudy's unbelievably awesome concert that he's been planning for a year, and then went to Denny's with the bands. I didn't get home until the AM, and I was completely exhausted, but it was possibly one of the best days of my life. I had fun. I had no worries. I was just hanging out, not caring and being with people who make me happy.

I took a bunch of pictures of the crazy trio at Pioneer Park. They were acting like children running all over the place, I felt like their mom or something, trying to make sure they didn't kill themselves.

Gotta love them.



WeHeartItReflection

I was browsing We Heart It, as I do almost every day, and I found so many wonderful pictures. I chose one to talk about. It hit me hard because I know the feeling. I love my dad so much, but he was taken from me. First by what I believe was depression due to the death of my half brother, and then his own death. It truly is terrible, to love something that death can so easily snatch away. You never know when it's going to happen, you never know when the words you're speaking to them might be the last they ever hear from you, or when the date and moment that you will always remember will occur. I've never forgotten the day my father died, and I never will. I won't forget the chaos, the bravery, the love, the loss. It will be with me forever, because of someone death took from me.

Because of the reality I have been forced to face, the reality that at any moment someone you love can be taken away, I'm scared. It's hard to love when in the back of your mind there's this nagging voice that says, "Don't get attached, they could be taken too. Stay away, or the hurt will come back." Then I start wondering, that if it does happen again, will I be able to come back? I know I'm not perfect or extremely pleasant, but I'm happy with the way I came out of the most terrible part of my life. I'm happy that I fought through, and continue to fight. I'm proud that I continue to be strong. However, what if I lose my strength? What if it happens again and I'm left, broken, shattered into a million pieces that I'm too hurt to gather. If I don't have the strength to put myself together again, what would happen to me?

Killing Billi

I took Billi to my cabin in the woods

and we killed her in our red jackets and our hoods

Her parents thought they could trust me

but I guess they'll have to see

when they find her body in the lake by the tree

:D

For Neade, From Breanna, With Love

Dear Neade, these are far from my favorite poems, but since I seem to have lost everything else, here ya go. Most of them are from the packet you gave us, and I'll finish writing the rest before Tuesday. I have the wordle poem printed out and will try to give it to you before the end of school today.

 

Coal

Written By: Breanna Byrd

4/2/12

Table of Contents:

Fire

Life

Love

Me

The Ocean

The Sounds of Winter

The Sun

Turtle

We're, Like, So Sexy

Books

Scars

Rudy

Baby

Time

 

Fire (free verse)

It saves some

Destroys others

Warms you

Or burns you

Its bipolar personality is a result of who creates it

If it is created by hate, or stupidity

The outcome is likely to be disastrous

Its anger cannot be easily stifled

It destroys without remorse

However, if created with care or need

It is likely to be a friend

It will hold darkness and cold at bay

To protect those who respect it

To save those who need it

It can hate

But it can also love

Life (metaphor)

Life is an obstacle, on our way to Heaven

Life is a game, sometimes you win, and sometimes you lose

Life is a joy, thousands of smiles

Life is what keeps us going, trying to make it through

Life is what we hate, when we need something to blame

Life is what we love, when we are blessed with happy moments

Life is what we strive for, when all else is lost

Life is what we fight for, when on the brink of death

Life is an endless puzzle, all of us contribute a piece

Life is a repeated pattern, but is never exactly the same

Life is a fire, fueled by accomplishments

Life is love

Life is inevitable

Life is flawed

Life is ending

Love

Loving you always

Even when I am angry

With all that I have

Me

Breanna

Beautiful, fiery, understanding, relaxed

Relative of Brenda

Who reads books, poems, minds

Who likes literature, good food, fire

Who loves Rudy, winter, comfy clothes

Who fears herself, spiders, heights

Who wishes for serenity, intelligence, patience

Who needs love, understanding, friends

Byrd

The Ocean (simile, alliteration)

The Ocean

It’s like God emotion

Spread out across the world for all to see

Sometimes thrashing and bashing

Raging and roiling

Like Hell extinguished

Leaving water to punish the sinners

Other times calm and complacent

Chasing children up the shore

Happily reflecting beautiful sunsets

And taking us places we never thought possible

The Sounds of Winter (onomatopoeia)

Some believe winter is silent

All sounds hidden by a blanket of snow

Those who know it best however

Can enjoy the silence

But hear past it as well

We can hear the twitter of tiny birds

The crunch of every step

The wind whispering through the trees

Passing secrets with a hushed swish

A wish in every whisper

Hope passing with every breeze

These are the sounds of winter

The Sun

So much depends

Upon

The brightly blazing

Sun

Pouring warmth down upon the ants that are

People

On a beautiful summer

Day

Turtle

I have snapped

At you

Because my energy is drained

From lack of needed rest

Headaches

And the pain within my chest

I know you don’t deserve

The attitude I gave you

Forgive me

I was angry

And you were being

Terribly dumb

We’re, Like, So Sexy

We’re so sexy

In our short skirts

Tight shirts

Tall shoes

Everyone loves to watch

The way we move

We’re so happy we’re in

Loveless relationships

Books (magnetic poetry)

Portals to another world
An escape from our troubles
A dream already made

Scars

Some physical
Other mental
Whether noticed
Or not
The pain they represent is real
Each is a wound that needs time to heal

Rudy

iRresistibly handsome
Unbelievably sweet
Dorky beyond compare
crazY enough to make you wonder

Baby

It starts with passion
Lust
Love

Turns to patience
Care
Caution

Comes to a close with screaming
Pain
Persistence

Ends with adoration
Smiles
Sighing

Time

Seconds are like blinks
Rapid
Hardly noticed

Minutes are like heartbeats
Steady
Easily counted

Hours are like breaths
Slow
Agonizingly passing

Is school over yet?

The Many Ways I Am Challenged

1. I am technologically challenged. I tried to reply to Kacee's comment and *buzzer noise* Nope! Technology rejected me. So..I'll work on that in Creative Writing, lol.

2. I am athletically challenged. I am probably the least flexible person on the planet, plus sports equipment seems to be attracted to me. If there is a ball or frisbee flying through the air, it is almost certain to find my face. This plus my shyness creates a crazy fear of sports. There are maybe three that I can enjoy: soccer <3 data-blogger-escaped-and="" data-blogger-escaped-badminton.="" data-blogger-escaped-br="" data-blogger-escaped-frisbee="" data-blogger-escaped-ultimate="">
3. I am socially challenged. I use to be so shy that I had only one friend. We grew up together, my Brookie Cookie <3 data-blogger-escaped-.="" data-blogger-escaped-a="" data-blogger-escaped-and="" data-blogger-escaped-being="" data-blogger-escaped-boyfriend="" data-blogger-escaped-br="" data-blogger-escaped-but="" data-blogger-escaped-can="" data-blogger-escaped-challenge.="" data-blogger-escaped-coming="" data-blogger-escaped-considering="" data-blogger-escaped-dance="" data-blogger-escaped-dancing="" data-blogger-escaped-days.="" data-blogger-escaped-floor.="" data-blogger-escaped-friends="" data-blogger-escaped-go="" data-blogger-escaped-greatly.="" data-blogger-escaped-gross.="" data-blogger-escaped-have..uh..several="" data-blogger-escaped-how="" data-blogger-escaped-however="" data-blogger-escaped-huge="" data-blogger-escaped-i="" data-blogger-escaped-is="" data-blogger-escaped-it="" data-blogger-escaped-like="" data-blogger-escaped-lower="" data-blogger-escaped-made="" data-blogger-escaped-makes="" data-blogger-escaped-me="" data-blogger-escaped-morals="" data-blogger-escaped-my="" data-blogger-escaped-nauseous.="" data-blogger-escaped-no="" data-blogger-escaped-now="" data-blogger-escaped-of="" data-blogger-escaped-often="" data-blogger-escaped-on="" data-blogger-escaped-over="" data-blogger-escaped-people="" data-blogger-escaped-progress="" data-blogger-escaped-s="" data-blogger-escaped-sex="" data-blogger-escaped-so="" data-blogger-escaped-social="" data-blogger-escaped-standards="" data-blogger-escaped-still="" data-blogger-escaped-sure="" data-blogger-escaped-surprise="" data-blogger-escaped-that="" data-blogger-escaped-the="" data-blogger-escaped-their="" data-blogger-escaped-these="" data-blogger-escaped-though="" data-blogger-escaped-thought="" data-blogger-escaped-time="" data-blogger-escaped-to="" data-blogger-escaped-up="" data-blogger-escaped-ve="" data-blogger-escaped-wants="" data-blogger-escaped-way="" data-blogger-escaped-wonder="">
I think that's it for now. I feel a bit pathetic, lol. Oh well.

Liar Liar Pants On Fire

Well, I lied. I didn't just pass out, and I'm pretty much wide awake. Oh..I forgot I had coffee while I was cleaning. Ha, oops.. So, I'm going to throw some random things in here and upload a pic of something my dear, silly Zach did.

Random Things:
1. I love Perry the Platypus
2. I have a thing for big macs (yes l know what's in them and I've watched Supersize Me approximately three times) If you want to known my theory on why I love them so much, ask. It's an interesting little story.
3. I have two dogs, Fred and Gunner :)
4. I love winter
5. I have three pieces of jewelry that I always wear, and each has a story

So, those are my random things :) I'm feeling better.. Talking to my best friend and my boy helps, they always know how to cheer me up. I think I'm going to actually sleep now though, maybe..we'll see..

A Big Bad Wolf Named Today

I feel the need to point out that I was trying to fix something on this and so it was reposted on..whatever day this is.

Today, as I told my best friend, was a "good good good, TERRIBLE TERRIBLE" day.

The good came from an okay school day, and hanging out with my boyfriend, Rudy, and our friend Zach after school. We decided to be fatties and get McDonald's, and then they took me to Gullivers Bookstore to spend my $100 gift card that had been a birthday present from my grandparents. They waited patiently, playing with toys and trying on silly animal hats while I looked at books. Then helped me carry the huge stack around while I chose my last few books. I was determined to spend all $100 in order to get a free tote bag, pretty nerdy, right? My boy even ran out to the truck to get my wallet, carried my books, handed the money to the cashier, and asked for the tote bag. He's a sweetheart. We all drove to my house then, and I got dropped off so Zach could go help Rudy with his secret one year anniversary plans. I'm excited, but nervous. I have no clue as to what that crazy kid is planning, except that Zach is involved. That definitely means trouble. Maybe the band..who knows.

The bad part of my day.. It wasn't just normal bad, it was an unusually depressing bad.. My friend, Brookie Cookie, who I grew up with, has a sweet little brother who has been in the hospital for two nights. Apparently he can't move his legs, and is in pain.. No child deserves that.. The doctors can't seem to figure out what's causing his symptoms, and I've been asking my friends to pray for him and the family.. Please do. The second TERRIBLE stands for what happened while my family was cleaning the vet office in North Pole. My brother and I were cleaning in the kennel, and then I heard my mom yelling so I went to see what was going on. She was saying, "Is that you guys knocking?" I told her no, then I heard the knocking too. We looked down the hall and there was a man at the front door, he looked really worried. Mom went to talk to him through the glass, and told him that we couldn't let him and that we were just cleaning. His dog had been hit and you could tell he was so..torn up, ya know? It was so sad.. Mom called the people who own the clinic and got the number of the night time clinic or something. I guess they're driving there. Mom said she could see the dog wrapped in a towel sitting in a woman's lap and it wasn't moving.. Sorry, anyways, I just hope it all works out. We're going down my driveway right now, so I'm going to go crash I guess. I'll sleep off the bad day.