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Monday, February 16, 2009

The End

Okay. I said I'd blog today. My "thoughts" are coming out slow. I haven't had much time to create a new one. I went to a funeral today, it was really sad and depressing. The room was packed with people who loved this girl. Even the outside space was full with a few dozen people who couldn't fit in the room. I was going to put one of my older thoughts I have saved on my computer as this. However, I will have time this week in my math and Public Speaking classes to come up with an epic thought that I am almost done with. I think it's pretty good. "Soul Mates".

But, I decided I'd go with a poem thing I wrote. It's my fear that this will happen to me. I do not want it to though.


The End

September 10, 2008

A shout and a whimper were heard a mile away. I go running towards you. I know it was you, I know your voice. My heart stopped, it cried out for you. I felt your pain, I sensed your fear. I got there just in time. You were in pain; I couldn’t bear to see you so. It hurt me to see your beautiful face stained with tears that never stopped falling. I wanted to take away the pain, take away your hurt. I wanted to make you better, to make you safe. You told me you weren’t afraid because I got there just in time. I held your hand telling you you’ll be alright. I had to hold back my tears, I had to be strong. Because for you my friend, all hope was gone. I knew enough to know that you couldn’t be fixed. A pool of blood surrounded your head. You were hit by the car that should’ve stopped to let you pass. A crowd has formed; mothers, fathers, sons and daughters. It’s the loudest silence you’ve ever heard you said. I’m trying to be strong, but you sense my pain. You know what’s going to happen. You just tell me to keep looking at you, to keep talking to you. You’re giving me your last wish to tell your mother and father that you love them. You’re about to tell me something but as you open your mouth, you start to gasp. You cannot breathe. There’s nothing for me to do. I hold you close to my heart as you take your last breath. You are gone and I never got the chance to say “I love you.”


I see you on the ground

Your beautiful silhouette

I couldn’t believe you were there

Because I haven’t seen you in more than a year


You saw me and called my name

I ran over to be by your side

You asked me if you were okay

But the car that hit you had gotten away


I could not lie to you

But I could not say the truth

I saw all the blood

I knew you should be in pain

But you could not feel a single thing


You saw the sadness in my eyes

And you knew it was near the end

But as I sat there holding your hand

You would not let me think anything bad


You said that you’re okay

And that you’d watch over me

But there was so much I wanted to say

I didn’t want you to go away


You wanted me to give your family your best

And as you were laying on the ground

With your beautiful tear-stained face

It was hard for you to make a sound


And as I asked you what you wanted

You were gasping for air and I knew it was the end

Your lips were moving, forming soundless words

But I knew what you were saying

I did not need to hear the words


And as we were there together at last

We saw the crowd

We heard the sirens blasting

But you looked into my eyes for the one last time


And as I held you to my breast

I felt you finally go and rest

You left before my words have been said


The ones of “I love you, my very best friend”.


Monday, February 9, 2009

For some reason, I feel like I have the need to say "Harry Plopper"

And it bugs me. Because it's stupid. Harry Plopper. There, I did it.

So, I have my own dorm room now. It's very very nice. I can sleep when I want, study when I want, watch what I want. I don't have to be dressed perfectly all the time. I can live as I wish. That doesn't mean I live like a slob, but I don't have to worry about what another person thinks. I am free to do what I want, when I want. It's really nice. But for some reason, my bed isn't as comfortable here as it was in my old dorm. :?

Sure, it gets a little dull living in a small room alone, but it's better than having to share one with someone I don't always get along with. Hopefully I'll learn to study better/more now. I need to do well in class.

I guess it doesn't help that I skipped class today. But, it's deadly outside. So much snow, ice and now freezing/icy rain. Not good conditions for me, especially since I'm uncoordinated.

I know, this isn't very "thoughty" of me, but I don't know what to put now. One of my normal "thoughts" isn't complete yet. However, it's almost there! :D

Anyways, I have to get back to doing noting right now. And then go grab some grub.

~Emily

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

My first one!

Okays, so. This is my first blog on this site. Mostly, I'll just write about my thoughts and everything. Maybe I'll end up putting other stuff on here as well.

As of now, I'm studying for a biology exam, so nothing's really going up right now. Maybe later.

~Emily