Scars

A brutal cut after falling off a bike
A caterpillar bulge from yanking out a stitch
A burn from the curler
A mopey looking scratch
A story for every cut,
bruise and
burn.
 Keeps this
beautiful body interesting.
Is a reminder of every life changing moment.
Scars tell a story.
They tell us who we are
they remind us of who we have become.

College.

College.
A place full of beginnings
The one time you can truly start over and begin again.
A time when you can take hold of all the little things you love about your self and make them who you really are.
You can finally escape the grasp of a controlling friend.
You can finally escape the reputation surrounding you.
You get to make choices for yourself.
If you don't want to do your homework or show up to class you can do that.
If you want to start drinking or lose yourself you can.
If you want to skip church you can.
You can do anything you want.
But the same consequences always follow.
I have seen people make choices that cause them to lose their freedom.
I have seen other people make choices that cause them to rise up and be a great strength to others.
Here at college I can make my own choices.
My parents aren't here to protect me anymore.
But they prepared me since birth for this first semester, when I would come to college, and I would make my own choices.
As I grew they taught how to make my own decisions, and they always reminded me to think of the consequences.
Now here I sit looking back on my first semester of college.
And I know who I am.
I know that I still have a lot of room to grow before I am at the next step of life.
But I can look back and be proud of the decisions I have made.
I can talk to my parents and my siblings and tell them story after exciting story.
There is nothing in my life that I want to hide or need to hide.
I am not perfect, but I am trying to be my very best.
And that is what has made all the difference in college.

Writing words.

Her breath came out stuttered,
her lips were confused at the  phrase.
Her brain knew the words were right
But nothing came out the same.
Her mouth never got the words right
But her hand on the page
Took the words right out of her mouth
Decorating them to fit her ideas and mold her

Ice breaking Blue Eyes.

Sadly stumbling down the street
He knows what he’s been missing
His eyes droop from many tearful nights
The permanent creases of a frown
Sit loosely on his face
Hours of no return
He hangs his head low
His heart is torn
His lover won’t show
When suddenly a woman
Turns haughtily around the corner
Her hips sway selfishly
She teases with a knowing smile
A glance could be caught in her ice breaking blue eyes
He walks cautiously towards her
Determined and decided
Anger and greed pull it from his jacket
Quick black movement sparks fear in her heart
he clumsily grips it in his hands
takes a breath before aiming
then surely his silent shot is taken.
Stunned, she has no response
He quickly walks away
a chance with her now forever gone
no evidence of lovers left
but secretly he kept
that single moment on the street
captured by his camera
it sits contently on his wall.