Big Time Heartbreak

Your such a player
You say you love me
Then you go and complain
About how i suck
Well honey
No ones telling you to stay
And wait for something
Worth while to happen

You said that you love her
But soon enough she's going to know
Your lying and trying ways
Of being just plain rude
You loan out your love
To anyone who comes around
So don't cry when you get hurt
Because no one will be there
To give you a band-aid
Your not a little kid anymore
So it's time to really grow up

So when you see me at school
Don't act like I'm just a regular girl in the lunch line
Don't pretend that me knowing your name
Is a gift
Believe me, its a punishment
p.s. i don't want to hug you

Writing "Sincerely"

"Sincerely" is a book that my manager (Phyllis Knickles) and I are writing together.  It's where we write a letter to our boyfriends every day until our journals are completely filled with our feelings, emotions, and our love for our boyfriends.  This is a new project we have just started so please be patient with us!  We are on the look out for a publisher, so please if you know of any contact us!  Thank you so much for all of your support!


                                            Peace and Bullets;
                                                                Caitlin

Insecure

You always call me stupid
However that's not the case
You may be as stubborn as a donkey,
And look like one too
But who's the one writing this poem
for honors language arts?


You can dish it but can't take it
I'm sorry that you're insecure
Get a hobby!
Being rude isn't satisfying
It just gets lame and boring
Nobody likes it when
You go and talk
'Bout how stupid your friends are


Try being better at having a good time
Maybe even try smiling while not crushing those below you
I'd like to see that action go down
Promise me a front row seat with complimentary popcorn please.
P.s. Don't be insecure


So please stop
I really wish you'd raise your self esteem
All your friends
Are starting to see the light
And I'm not talking about the light of your ego
By the way,
Insecurity is about as flattering as your hair
*Blech!*


I feel bad that you need to
Put others down just so you can live with yourself
But if I were you,
I wouldn't exactly love myself either
Have a nice life
Stop being insecure!
If not,
people are gonna come around to their senses
and say three little words;
ASTA
LA
VISTA

Everything Will Be Okay

I'm two years old
your smiling putting pink bows in my hair
you tell I'm part of the family now
I'm smiling sucking on a peppermint
the beaming judge gave us


I'm five years old
your smiling handing me my breakfast
you tell me school ain't so bad
I'm smiling acting as a dike to hold back the waters
about to be released on my cheeks


I'm eight years old
wondering how they could be so mean
your smiling giving me your love
you tell me everything will be okay
I'm hesitating but somehow you convince me
it will blow over
I forgot all them names they called me
but i know I'm laughing by dawn


I'm ten years old
leaving all my friends for a new town
you smile and loan me a million hugs
its a new school and I'm scared no one will like me
you give me that extra boost i need to survive
I'm smiling holding my planner with my head held high


now I'm thirteen years old
and i got a boyfriend
you worry about losing me
but its a part of growing up
and something you don't know is
i think were gonna last
I'm smiling at you holding back the tears
feeling your pain
now i say to you
everything will be okay

Demon at Dawson Park

I saw her. The one who took my life away.  I saw her dark circles under her eyes, the way her jet black hair makes a pin look crooked, the way her cherry red lips sucked the soul out of me.
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Today is June 3rd, 1947.  My name is Anna Martz, I am 14 years old and my best friend is Leah Smith.  We are joined at the hip, we never fight and we are never seen apart from one another.  Leah thought it would be fun to go to Dawson Park which is supposedly haunted, we think otherwise.  Or at least that is what we thought at the time.  There's a glow off the pavement from the splatters of rain crashing down onto the street.  I invite Leah to go on the swing set with me.  We are having a great time laughing and giggling about things we will surely forget five minutes later.  We roll down the grassy hill side not caring about our nice church clothes getting destroyed, Mama hates it when I ruin my church clothes.  I hear a whisper coming from the trees saying; "Go. You better turn back now...before it's too late."  I thought it was just one of the mean boys teasing us, boy was I wrong.  All of a sudden, Leah lets out a short hysterical yelp.  I turn around to see a figure holding Leah.  The figure is definitely from the other side, and is definitely a girl.  She has big dark purple circles under her eyes.  I am in total awe at her appearance, the way her jet black hair makes a pin look crooked, the way her lips make the pigment of a cherry suddenly seem dull.  She pounces on Leah lip syncing some words in a foreign launguage.  Now as I stare back at Leah, she is suddenly not the same.  She now has honey blonde hair and her lips are sparkling like glitter in the sunlight.  The "demon" stares me down, it seems she's not giving up until I blink.  I finally gave in and blinked.  That was when I had all the life in me sucked out and possesed by a demon.  Leah and I now join the demon, whose name is Ellie.  Except for the part of sucking our souls out of our bodies, she seems extremely nice, especially for a demon.  Leah and I are living in fear and worry every moment of every day.  We fear that Ellie won't turn out to be as nice and might turn us into dust, we worry that our families and loved ones are frantically searching for us.  They are probably spending every penny in their pockets looking for clues as to where we might have gone.  The thing that scares me the most though is if they even get a lead as to what happened, we will have to defeat their souls.  I will never forget that day at Dawson Park.

One Letter, One City, A Thousand Miles

A few months ago, if you would have asked me what was important to me i would have told you; writing, Jessalynne, Ashley, Shannon, and texting.  I now have gratefully added something inspirational to the list.  You.  You are my everything.  I would go through any battle or forks in the road to hunt you down.  You go to MWMS, I go to MVMS.  We are just one letter away from being together forever.  How could one letter, one city, feel like a thousand miles?  Surprisingly, I am dumbfounded.  Last year you thought I hated you.  I was a wild child, I hated everyone and everything but secretly I didn't hate you.  I was clueless, the fact that you admired me totally flew over my head but now its hitting me hard right in the heart.  I feel like we have just fought World War III and solved world hunger.  One letter, One City, A Thousand Miles away from my Romeo.
                                                            -Juliet.

I Reflect On Phinney Bay

I'm running along the shoreline
Feeling sand between my toes
I look up and see the sun setting
And on this foggy day
I reflect on Phinney Bay


I look at all of the crabs
Gently nestled under rocks
Daring enough to pick one up
And feel it crawl on my fingers
ANd on this windy day
I reflect on Phinney Bay


I perch on a rock seeing a seal
In the glittering water
Casually calling it over I realize
What a fail that was
And on this sunny day
I reflect on Phinney Bay


The sun is setting
Making the water sparkle
Twinkling like Edward Cullen
the vampire heart throb
And on this shining day
I reflect on Phinney Bay


                                      

Project: Writing From The Soul

I am a huge fan of youtube! I have been watching videos for a long time now and I realized that everyone has something that they are good at whether it be; acting, singing, writing, comedy, art, film, music, whatever. This caused me to contemplate my abilities and what I am good at. Then it hit me. I am a phenomenal writer. I have always just poured my feelings on paper and I just so happen to be good at it. So interwebz, I am officially starting Project: Writing From The Soul where I post poems or short stories that are explaining my heart and soul and what I am feeling. P.S. Subscribe or follow....I don't know how this works but I'll get better I pinky promise! (insert pinky here) haha!

Peace and Bullets;

Caitlin