Free Write: Let's Do This

Hello!
I've decided something magical. Well not really magical but it sure is a great idea.
Lately, I've been trying to fix my grades, as in stop getting Cs and the occasional Ds. My only motivation or reason has been to leave this terrible, lonely, place. And, well that hasn't really been working out.
Today I realized that I should do it for my family. Mommas and my Dad have been helping me pay the rent and buy food. Dad helps me with rent. Mommas helps me with food. We've been going through a tough time and they still stretch out that helping hand so I came to a conclusion; I am going to get good grades for them. They honestly need to see that the product they are investing in is a good product.
I hate having to lie to my Dad about doing "alright" in classes. Even when I tell Mommas the truth I am filled with such remorse. BroBro was doing terrible in college and the only reason was that he was majoring in something he had no passion for. I love Biology yet, I can't seem to pass any class with a B. They keep telling me that I'm the "smart one" and I can't help but believe they are wrong. Therefore, today I decided something magical. I am kicking this final's ass. I am going to study so hard that my eyes will burn, my hands will have marks of blue and black pens and my sweaters will reek of books. I am doing this for them, my family who has helped me when I have needed it.
Wish me luck.

-ChesterYaYa

P.S. If you happen to be a Chemistry Genius, I want you near me. I need all the help I can get.

Free Write: M&A Convo

Mugroso: I drove drunk.
Apestosa: What?!?! Why were you drunk driving?!?!
Mugroso: Because, I was hungry and I wanted McDonalds.

I love this boy.

For A Lovely Lady (a friend of mine)

You're the flower no one picks. the flower others merely adore from a distance.
They watch cautiously as you grow, afraid to disturb your peace. Watch you bloom and grow thorns as protection. watch those thorns change from leaves to petals.
You are a delicate flower that scares them and makes them gaze in awe. The flower that many only wish they had in their garden.

Walks to Paradise

Sometimes, I close my eyes for a second and just begin to walk. I don't know where I'm going but I'm confident that my legs will get me to my destination and along the way I'll enjoy the view.
I like the wind.
I love it when it gently touches my face and I love those moments when it lifts me off the ground a few inches and I feel like a bird ready for take off.
I even like when it's cold, so cold that my nose turns red and my ears go numb.
Or the times it disappears and then returns with a force so great it could wipe out an entire nation, me being the nation.
I enjoy the sunlight.
I enjoy the way I can unknowingly walk amongst it's dangerous rays and feel no danger.
All I feel is its warmness. Its heat.
I like dirt after the first rainfall.
The smell of clean dirt, as if all impurities went down the gutter.
I like feeling the thorn stuck inside of my left shoe. I can feel it slowly create an imprint. White around the edges, red the spot that is receiving the pressure.
I'll go home. Take off my shoes, clean the cut created by that small thorn. I'll take a shower. Place some aloe vera on my shoulders. Tonight they may not hurt but tomorrow they will, they've received kisses from the sun.
Tomorrow I might get hit by the icy drops of rain but that'll be fine.
I'm alive and each pressure, each stumble, each boulder that gets in my way simply proves my existence.
I feel.
And I like it.

Awww. White Collar :)

Sarah: We actually have never been on a date.
Neil: Peter and Elizabeth's house?
Sarah: Dinner date not date-date.
Neil: Define date-date
Sarah: One on one
Neil: What about lunches?
Sarah: Lunch is not romantic, lunch is lunch.
Neil: We have never been on a real date.

They so cute >_<

Because I am a fan :)

Free Write: Last Night

Hello there,
First of all thank you to all of those who continue to read my stuff. I greatly appreciate it. Don't ever hesitate to give me feed back. If you hate a poem let me know. If you love it, let me know. Either way I grow.

Now, last night I dreamt of The Doctor, Rose, a dearly beloved, sex and cigarettes. All of which I can't have. Woopie.

-ChesterYaYa

Houdini

We're kings and queens.

Dutchess and dukes.

We ran through the field of poppies and enjoyed each carousel.

We saw the magic we had gathered in our hay baskets.

Our laughs and our smiles infiltrated every inch of our skin.

But then the guns arrived.

We were shooting.

The guns were loaded and the fog entered.

The carousel was still there, the laughs and the smiles remained

but everything was a blur.

A sweet juicy blur filled with gun shots and sweat.

The warning signs were there:

don't play with matches

don't play with guns.

but we are kings and queens and dukes and duchesses

we continued with our play.

The fog was still there, thick but we could see.

And then everything disappeared...

I couldn't find you...

-BANG-

Blood, on my shirt?

Next time let's not aim the gun at my heart.

Lesson learned. 

Phobia

I'm a book left unfinished;
Forgotten, reread at the wildest of time and then forgotten once again.
I'm a thought left unsaid;
Never heard and never continued.
I'm the end to the short lapse of a beginning.
I'm what brings you back every time but isn't needed.
I'm priceless yet no wants to claim this prize.
I'm the anxiety that creeps up on you when you can't remember a band name or an actor.
I'm the worthlessness you feel when you become the fly on the wall.
I'm all the worries you've ever had.
Let's start over.
This time breathe.
I'm still all those things,
but now you're alive.
Keep breathing.

He loves you?

Wait, why didn't he choose you?
Because, (sigh) nobody want to be with someone they just want to fuck. That's no fun.

From A Little Fool

I want to talk to you, but I realize that me talking to you isn't really talking to you. It's annoying you. I'm that one mosquito that continues to hove over the skin even after all the repellent has been wasted. So, I decide not to talk to you and wait...
still waiting.

f u c k y o u

Evacuate my brain.
Leave the wiring intact but evacuate.
It's not safe and you don't belong.
While you're at it evacuate my heart,
it seems you have taken residency there.

Soldier's Girl

I absolutely fell in love with this movie. I didn't cry during but after, after the blow.

So glad I finally got to watch this movie. Amazing acting. Troy Garity was amazing.

He may act like he wants a secretary, but most the time they're looking for something between a mother and a waitress. And the rest of the time well...