ONE WORD

I'm thinking of a word.

A word that to most people means happiness.
Means excitement.
Means freedom.

But to me, this word means change.
It means being on my own.
In a new place. With new people.  In new situations.
It means making decisions.  Big decisions.
It means responsibilty.
It means hard work.
It means start...
Starting over
Starting new
Starting fresh
Starting the next chapter of my life

But most of all, it means saying goodbye.

I'm sure you have guessed by now,
that the word I am thinking of is:

Graduation.

Dream Big

This is for all the girls who have ever been broken hearted.
This is for the man standing on the side of the road, homeless.
This is for the parents who have lost a child, a brother that has lost a sister, a friend that has lost a friend.
Dream big.

This is for all the young men that have had to leave their families to go to war.
This is for the wife or mother of those young men, never knowing when or if they'll ever return. 
Dream big.

Don't let another minute pass by without a dream in mind. 
Cuz what is life worth living without a dream?

This is for the ducks at the pond that don't get any bread.
For the rich man that suddenly went bankrupt.
For the invisible nobodys.
Dream big.

Don't let the world get you down.
Shoot for the moon, and even if you miss, you'll land among the stars...
Where you can begin to dream again.
So dream big.

Gandhi

I keep forgetting that I'm not alone.
You were there in the beginning
You are there now
And you said you will be there until the very end
So why do I keep forgetting that I'm not alone.

I layed in bed one night
Reflecting on all the mistakes I've made
And that's when I asked myself,
when will I own myself completely?

But no matter what wrong I do
You are always right by my side
Guiding me with your light and helping me find my way
So now after lying in bed,
Thinking about all those times you caught me when I fell,
I'll finally remember that I'm not alone
All I hope is that tonight will not be the last time I'll see your light


[Writers Note:  I just realized that because the title is "Gandhi"  it makes it sound like the "you" I'm talking about in my poem is Gandhi, but it's not! Gandhi is just the title of the assignment I was given.  Just thought I'd clarify that.... :P]

Jealousy

The Rose that Grew from Concrete

by Tupac Shakur

Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack

in the concrete?

Proving nature's laws wrong it learned 2 walk

without having feet.

Funny it seems, but by keeping its dreams

it learned 2 breathe fresh air.

Long live the rose that grew from concrete

when no one else even cared!

I have always loved this poem!  It makes me so jealous!  Why?  Because it is short and inspirational.  In four short lines, this poem made me feel like I can do anything!  Even the impossible.  And I love how this poet used the line "proving nature's laws wrong it learned 2 walk without having feet" to mean the rose bloomed in a place it usually doesn't, thus proving nature's laws wrong.  I think everyone has the ability to prove nature's laws wrong and bloom when no one else seems to care.  You just have to follow your dreams.

Have a complaint? Well now is the time to yell it to the world!!

I'm tired of worrying about what others think. 
I'm tired of being the guinea pig. 
I'm tired of my sister and I NEVER getting along.
I'm tired of high school drama. 
I'm tired of heartbreak. 
I'm tired of school.  Of homework. 
I'm tired of being tired all the time.
I'm tired of over thinking things.  Of under thinking things.
I'm tired of not understanding. 
I'm tired of feeling left out.  Feeling like an outsider.  Feeling like I don't belong. 
I'm tired of having so much expected of me.
I'm tired of trying to live up to those expectations.
I'm tired of working so hard for everything I want, and watching others get it so easily. 
I'm tired of  opposition.  Of contention.  Of hatred. 
I'm tired of wearing a mask.
I'm tired of crying myself to sleep almost every night.
I'm tired of feeling deppressed for no reason. 
I'm tired of negative attitudes.
I'm tired of so much more...but I'm freakin tired of complaining.

The Perfect Crime

What is my perfect crime?  I break into jail.  Yes, into jail.  Why?  To confuse the cops.  Do I go to the cells?  No.  I go for the vending machine.  I take a stale, hard muffin.  As I'm turning around someone catches me.  A cop?  Yes.  But I'm fast.  I throw the muffin at his head.  The lights go on and I realize he's attractive.  I take him to paris.  We make love all night.  I take his fuzzy converse shoes and tell him to meet me at the Plaza Hotel in Alaska.  But do I go there?  No.  I go to Madagascar.  I like the sun.   This is where the story gets interesting.  I write him a letter saying he has twin sons and I'm sending them to England.  But do I send them?  No.  I don't trust him.  Instead I send two monkeys.  He wont tell the difference.  While he is in England, I go back and break into jail again.  I want my muffin back.

I Love...

I love the cool breeze on a warm sunny day.  I love the soft wind blowing through my hair.  I love the sweet smell of flowers, right after it's rained.  I love the bright stars, shining on a clear blue night.  I love the beautiful leaves as they begin to change colors.  I love the crystal sight of the first snowfall of the year.  I love the delicious taste of hot chocolate on a cold winters day.  I love the comforting feeling you get when someone gives you a hug.  I love the warm fuzzys you feel when someone says, "I LOVE YOU!"

Day After Day

How many days in a year

Do you wake up with hope but only find tears?

Never dreaming what you’d have to go through

Life is full of too many things you wish you could undo

So how do you get through day after day?

You fake a smile, hoping it will hide,

All the pain you still feel inside

You thought your heart had finally healed

But there is always another wound to be revealed

So how do you get through day after day?

You start feeling like you’re all alone

Trying to find a place in this world

Things aren’t always what they seem

And life can feel like it’s all up stream

So how do you get through day after day?

It’s not that bad of a climb,

If you just take it one step at a time

And watch as things start to calm down

Cuz sooner than it seems, life turns around.

So you can get through day after day

He said He’d never leave you comfortless

He wants you to always have great success

So He was always there at hand,

It just took some time for you to understand

So you can get through day after day

If you put all your trust in Him

you’re chances of falling will be very slim

You will find the place where you belong

And you will get there someday, if you will be strong

So you can get through day after day

For better is the end of a thing

Than the beginning thereof (Ecc. 7:8)

Cuz everything will be okay in the end

And if it’s not okay, it’s not the end

Boulevard Of Broken Dreams

I walk alone.  I walk alone.  It's raining and very windy.  I'm so cold.  My jacket is stuck in the locked door of my little car.  Keys, phone, and money are all locked inside.  I walk alone.  I walk alone.  Five miles down the road and still nothing.  There is no where for me to go.  Nobody is on the streets but me.  All the buildings look abandoned.  The world seems grey an unwelcoming.  Everything is so quiet.  I walk alone.  I walk alone.  I look to my left.  Leaning against a burnt down tree is a story never been told.  A blank application.  Words that never got the chance to be said.  Behind a broken window, on my right, is a prom dress never been worn.  A volleyball left unplayed with.  A heart of a friend that couldn't be helped.  I walk alone.  I walk alone.  As I continue down the boulevard of broken dreams, regrets linger in the air.  If only, If only.  It's getting dark and wolves begin to howl.  I walk alone.  I walk alone.

I'm Thinking About You

I'm thinking about you like lips think about kisses. 
Like arms think about hugs. 
Like feet think about...socks. 
I'm thinking about you like monkeys think about bananas.
Like teddy bears think about lolly pops :P
Like bees think about honey.
Like Pooh thinks about honey.
I'm thinking about you like bubble baths think about rubber duckys.
Like the moon thinks about stars.
Like stars think about their fans.
Like fans think about cooling someone down on a dreadfully hot day.
I'm thinking about you like flowers think about rain.
Like people think about dancing in the rain.
Like rain thinks about falling.
Like sun thinks about shining.
Like grass thinks about growing.
I'm thinking about you like peanut butter thinks about jelly.
Like smiles think about laughter.
Like cats think about naps.
Like moose think about...moosen.
I'm thinking about you like you think about me.

Direct Orders

You are under direct orders to rock the _______ out.

Rock out like you just had your first kiss.
Rock out like it is Christmas.
Like it's your birthday.
Rock out like you just woke up and realized it's only 2:30am. You stil have time to sleep.
Rock out like you just won American Idol.
Rock out like it's only you and him in the middle of the dance floor.
Rock out like you're at another day of Lagoon with your friends.
Rock out like it's the last day of school.
Like it's graduation.
Like you don't have to open a text book ever again.
Rock out like the boy of your dreams noticed you, and smiled.
Rock out like you found your missing shoe.
Rock out like you won tickets to Disneyland!
Like there are no lines for your favorite rides.
Rock out like you just got superpowers.
Like you were trained by your favorite superhero.
Rock out like it's raining and you have awesome friends to dance in it with.
Rock out like a five year old in a candy store.
Like a 16 year old getting your license and are now finally free. Speeding down the highway, in your new car, with the wind blowing through your hair.
Rock out like the dentist just said you have no cavities.
Rock out like your volleyball team just won nationals!
Rock out like you just saw a pig fly.
Rock out like you finally found your handsome prince. And he said yes.

Introduction

I chose the pen name Pooka from Disney's Anastasia.  Why? Because Anastasia was my favorite movie growing up.  Although I had a hard time choosing between Pooka or Anastasia as my pen name.  But as you can see I decided to go with Pooka, just cuz it's so much funner to say!  (Yes I said funner, get over it :D). So anyways, here I am writing a blog. Why? Because I must create one for my creative writing class. Am I complaining? Definitely not! I would much rather create a blog than write a bunch of essays and all that ucky stuffs. It's just so much more exciting and unique this way! 

Anyways, here are some fun facts about me:
1. I love monkeys! And if I could, I totally would have one as a pet!
2. I have the bestestest friends in the whole wide world!!
3. I am terrified of bees!!!!!!
4. I LOVE Disney!! Disney music, Disney movies, Disney parks...I love it all!
5. My favorite movie of all time is either Anastasia or Tangled! LOOOOOVE IT!

So yeah...that's me! Hope you enjoy my blog :)