Falling down with little hope to live
still traveling to reach his point,
with dark say of a bloody red
and blue streaks of perpetual lighting u
is this a punishment?
a consequence?, for it could be anything
but for he does not know
he doesn't know what he has down
to upset so many powerful people
the god of the waters, the god of lighting
for they are all shooting him with obstacles,
paths unbearable to pass through
for he is only one man, Sadak, in search
 for the waters of Oblivion
in search of what he could call his life
he is slowly losing on the way
dangling hopelessly from a cliff with little strength to help himself
looking like a hopeless baby bird falling out of a tree
for he dangled off the edge off the cliff waiting
for a sign
              calling
                        a prayer
                                    GOD!!!
someone to tell him its okay
to keep moving on
but for no one is there
so there he lies giving the rest of what

some may call a life

Stranded At Sea

stay away from big blue fins
sharp teeth that aways win
anything larger than you
anything that will kill you
stay away from deadly fish
underwater caves and little snake pits
stay up top the ocean blue  and
shallow waters always help you
find a stick floating along
to use as a sphere for fishing along
stay away from drinking water
salt is never a problem solver
stay with these rules I give
and I promise that you will live

A hero?? I don't know because heroes don't exactly in any way excite me with their amount of gusto and aplomb that their all believed to have. I don't believe this at all i just think most heroes (not all!!) do the heroic acts they do not for the person or things benefit but for themselves to be conspicuous. I  am going to say that there are some people that come to me as a real hero, and those people are veterans of our country and others. They go out of the comfort of their home and families to go into war and fight or go do things with no guarantee at all to live. They leave their worlds to go to a world of anger, hate, debris, and DEATH. Out of everybody in the world, and everybody that calls themselves a hero I think these are the real ones. The ones that fight for us not for fame or fortune but with a passionate heart and a risk of death. That is one of the many reasons I am very proud of my father and what he did and proud to say he is still with me and my family and I am sorry and pray for those who have lost ones in war, the army, air force, or any type of event.

Paralyzed

           I was stuck there with no where to run, let alone run myself. I was stuck there motionless, paralyzed. It was November 17, 2010. My principle came in my communication arts class with a CAMCORDER! I know you are probably thinking "wow a camcorder, whats so terrifying about a camcorder?' Well nothing is actually, unless your in front of it! I was just stuck there in front of it trying not to laugh, move, or even breath. I was frozen there, not so much scared or freaked out but just nervous. Nervous I would crack up, stutter, or say the wrong thing. Everything was going through my head, except positive thoughts! I could sit here and tell you it is really nothing and you don't have to worry about speaking to an audience, but then I would be a hypocrite. I was thinking about every possible mistake I could make to embarrass me and my whole class. Before any sort of interview I just try to tell myself to stay loose and calm down, and then all that advice slips my brain. Then I'm stuck sitting there frozen like a statue motionless in a museum. I just sit there waiting for a question to answer hoping to answer correctly. For me it is a lot of stress because I have to remember to say the right things, smile, and most important to BREATH! I wish I could never be in this situation ever again, but in reality I know that I will.

Gullible

                        It was the summer of 2009. I was down at the Lake of the Ozarks, gathered with my mom's side of the family. There being so many of us there we were all unable to get a nice comfy spot on a bed or even a couch. So my cousin, sisters, and I, sleep on the rough grindy carpet felt floor. Not being able to sleep (because we were to excited about getting to go on the boat on the lake, go fishing , and swimming in the lake tomorrow) we stayed up and talked.
       Our voices sounded like little mouse voices rough and cracked in a low whisper. Then my cousin sprung up like she discovered the cure to cancer then said something forgetting to whisper
        " Oh my gosh!!!! if you say gullible really slow Alexis it sounds like green bean," she said. I was wondering why this announcement was made directly to me and not to me and my sister, but anyways I also spring up and start talking. as slow as I possibly could I start saying green bean. It took me a good five minuets to say the entire word.
        "GGGGGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN  BBBBBBBBBBBEEEEEEEEAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNN,"
I say as possibly slow as I can. I look over to see my sister and cousin faces turning bright red from laughter. they were laughing so hard I almost mistaken them for to bright red tomatoes. chocking to get out  words aside from their laughter my cousin sputters out
      "no! you have to say it slower, that was to fast." so again I try to achieve to get gullible out of green bean. once more I say
              "GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN  BBBBBBBBB
EEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN,"
    I hear myself saying this as I do and think about the word gullible and green bean at the same time. I slowly say each word by itself trying to find a comparison in the sound but I hear none. Even slower that time I still in no way heard the word gullible. Thinking it over in my head, twist and turns of thoughts, I finally shout out loud. "HEY! in no way shape or form does green bean say gullible," I shout. This outburst just gave them the laugh of the night and without trying in anyway to keep their voices low their rolling on the floor going crazy with laughter. I'm sitting there even kind of chuckling at myself thinking, wow I am gullible. That's when I figured out why the announcement was said to me because my sister would never fall or that. Then before we knew it we were all laughing so loud and hysterical.  Even though the expression or phrase is usually to cry yourself to sleep, but no, we laughed ourselves to sleep!

The first time I wrote my name!

   The first time I wrote my name, I glared into that charcoal color crayon looking at my name written in the sloppiest way ever. Although today I no the mess that writing really was, but back then I looked at it as a masterpiece. I remember the whole thing, as I stared at the "beautifully" written name as if it belonged in an art museum. I felt like an all new discovered Picasso. I didn't think anything in the world looked better. So that day as I walked around the house to flaunt about my beautifully written name. Then I happen to pass my sister. Her being older than me, she always wants to find a way to bring me down. So then she said to me,
  " what are you so smiley about", in a rough grumpy tone of hate. Of course it being my name i wrote, i take it, shove it in her face showing her replying,
   "look it, I wrote my name, it's so pretty. Don't you think?" Tell this day I regret asking her that because in the most rude way she marches to our room pulls out some paper and starts writing. I just follow behind her wondering what in the world  she could be doing. Then when she's finally done, just as I have done, she shoves a piece of paper in my face with non-other than her name written on it. I stared at hers sadly, then back at mine. This repeated a good five times. Finally I throw my paper on the floor in crumbled bits and know I have been beat in the war of writing. What I thought was awesome at first, I was ashamed to be holding in my hands saying I wrote after that. Ccompared to mine it was phenomenal. After that incident I watched my mom, dad, sister, and anyone i could write to try and copy and improve mine, but it didn't work. I couldn't write the pretty swooped letters like my mom, nor the bold faced capitals like my dad. so eventually my mom noticed me doing this and told me,
        "the only writing good enough for you is your own, and it's the very best because it's yours." From then on I wrote how I did and tried to do it like no one else, and was proud of it!!

candy is unreliable!

candy is every possible thing
a milky sensation
a crunchy love
bitter
sweet
fruity
tart
you can drift away in the fruity sensation
or melt apart in the milk chocolate
candy is always there when nothing else is
but can't help you pass a test
 make new friends
get a job
or be popular
and mostly it cannot in any way
keep you healthy
candy is good
and always what you want
but yet not always what you need
so u can get the fruity sensation or chocolaty goodness
but keep it to a minimum :)