this morning

The sound of her alarm clock had awake Emily. Even though it was her favorite song that she hears every morning it still startle her as though she wasn’t expecting it to go off, yet another morning. The night before she had already picked out her outfit that she was going to wear to school. But when she had looked outside, she thought to herself, “It’s raining cats and dogs”. As the rain drop down on the roof tops. It hit tops of the umbrellas and made big splashing pebbles. So instead of getting ready for school, she took herself right back to sleep, and the cats and dogs keep falling.

troubles

I remember the day he left for war. She couldn’t stop crying. Even though she never admits it to anyone, she really didn’t want him to leave. He was the love of her life; they called each other soul mates. My best friend Sally couldn’t bare the pain of losing him. That night she cried on my shoulders. Tears of sorrow and pain. All I could do was rub her back, and let her know everything was going to be ok. I think that’s the reason she started cheating with Mike.

america

As it turned out they did something profound.
Demonstrated great courage,
We can do it!
Is what they told each other, before the battle.
Glazing out the window looking for something she can’t find
Desperation in her eyes
Loneliness in her heart.
Ostentatiously spread his legs and straddled
Smiling but dying inside
Sometimes she wanted to scream
Sometimes she wanted to just sleep
Pretending to enjoy his company, but dying inside
Cause her husband was so far away.
Hanging the American flay with tape connected
Proud of his country
Different colors representing different things
But all meaning courage
And power
Wishing he would come home
Past love needed badly.

New News

As they are both glazing out the window Amber eyes, slowly drops to the floor, with a worried scared look on her face. She knows she has to tell Mindy something very important.
Amber: Mindy we need to talk
Mindy: About what Amber?
Amber: I really don’t know how to say it
Mindy: I’m like a sister to you, it shouldn’t be that difficult.
Amber: No but it really is
Mindy: ok then tell me, give me what you think is bad first
Amber: but it’s not that easy, coming from my position.
Mindy: I understand how hard it may seem so just take a breather count 10 and say it.
Amber: ok I’ll try. 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10. Are you ready?
Mindy: yes I’m ready!
Amber: I’m 8 weeks
Mindy: You’re pregnant. YaY!!!!!!
Amber: Yes. That’s the good news, are you ready for the bad.
Mindy: I think so. What is it?
Amber: Your father is my baby’s daddy.
Mindy: wow you sleeping with my Dad you whore! How long?
Amber: since the first time you took me to your house for a family dinner.
Mindy: You bitch, just because you didn’t have a home doesn’t mean you can come and mess my shit up, how could you, nasty whore.
Amber: I told him about it and he wants me to keep it.
Mindy: oh no you’re not
Amber: that’s what we both want.
Mindy: he still married to my mother; you really think that she will allow this to happen
Amber: she actually knows about the whole thing, we’ve even had threesomes before, I told her about it and she wants me to keep it, she said it’s like a new addition to her family. So I guess you going to have a little brother or little sister.
Mindy: you little bitch, so you sleeping with my whole family
Amber: No not your whole family, just your mother and father, I haven’t gotten to your brother or uncles yet.
Mindy: I don’t believe this crazy shit.
Amber: well believe it.
With saying a word, Mindy jumps on Amber and they start fighting.

thank u

All these years, you put me through so much pain and tears.
I didn’t know how to hate
I didn’t know how to love or be loved.
I didn’t know what happiness felt like because of you and all your lies
and the many times I tried
to come to the conclusion that the love you gave me
was just an illusion.
I remember the good times
which are so far and in between
when you use to make me laugh
now all I fell is sad
when you use to hug me,
now you won’t even touch me.
Sometimes, when I’m walking down the street and see people together
I wonder, that could have been, that should have been us!
But in a way, you made me who I am today
all the negative energy all the sleepless nights
all the days when you weren’t there
all the nights I had to stare
at the wall and talk to it like it was you.
So I just want to say
thank you, mama.

a great man

What is the definition of a great man?
Is it the color of his skin?
Is it the way he walks and talks?
Is it the way he looks at you in your eyes?
Or is it a man defined by his character?

friends

A friend is a word that's easy to say and hard to do, to some retrospect, it's like the use of the word love, I just am amazed at how much people call you their friends but keep so much shit from you, especially when it has something to do with you, that's when the word acquaintance comes in, but everyone always wants to attain the friendship title, it's a sad thing, and the crazy thing is, when or if you were in the other person's shoes you'd do anything for them, because of how good of a person you are, so all I have to say is choose who you call a friend wisely, because not everyone deserves the title.

hate

I hate that you can go behind my back and talk to other girls
I hate that you lie
I hate that you be on the phone with other females
I hate when you hit me
I hate your ego
I hate that we argue so much
I hate that you ignore me
I hate that you’re ashy
I hate that you have a girlfriend
I hate that I can’t be number one
I hate that you act like you don’t know me
I hate that you made me damage goods
I hate that you don’t listen
I hate that you don’t love me the way I love you
I hate it when you let your hair out
I hate that you only want sex
I hate that you always want thing your way
I hate the way you talk to me
I hate when you apologize
I hate that you have you own sent
I hate that you’re emotionally incompetent
I hate you because I love you

what do women want?

Women want someone they can trust
Someone they can talk to
Someone that will be there mentally and physically
Someone that loves them unconditionally
Someone who loves them for them
Someone who shows there emotional side
Someone who likes chick flicks
Someone who good at romancing her
Someone who is honest
Someone who will marry them
Someone who’s good in bed
Someone who they can share their dreams with
Someone finically stable
Someone attractive
Someone who’s family orientated
Someone to laugh at our corny jokes
Someone who will go to the store to get menstruation necessities
Someone who will rub our feet after work
Someone who will rub our tummy when it hurts
Someone who will kiss our forehead while where sleeping
Someone to whisper I love you in our ear when where down
Someone who will take off their jacket place it on the floor so I can walk over a puddle.
Someone to throw rocks at your window so they can tell you to open the door.
Someone to wait while we try on clothes
Someone we can show our embarrassing baby pictures too
Someone who shares the same religion
Someone who loves children
Someone who gives back to the community
Someone who gets along with our family and friends
Someone I can travel in the car with for hours
Someone who heart beat, that’s plays my favorite song
Someone I can exchange love letter with
Someone who’s not an asshole
Someone who doesn’t care about my flaws
Someone who recycles
Someone who’s educated
Someone who has a job
Someone who doesn’t cheat
Someone who will wash my hair
Someone who won’t mind taking a bubble bath with candle light
Someone I can pass gas in front of
Someone to feed my ego
Someone who wants to cuddle
Someone who knows am needed in their life
Someone who hold your hand in public, and doesn’t care whose watching
Someone who won’t hang up the phone on you
Someone who won’t get off the phone because your having and argument abut who’s hanging up first
Someone who just a little jealous when other men say hi to you
Someone who is confident in themselves and know that you’re coming home to them at night
Someone who completes you.

she was the kind of girl

She was the kind of girl, who hated her mother,
who cried herself to sleep,
who pretended,
who dislikes animals,
who loved money,
who hated working,
who scared of commitment,
who love to be in love,
who loved McDonald’s cheeseburgers,
who claimed she only ate chicken and fish,
who rather sleeps all day,
who loved being outside,
who went to church every Sunday,
who sinned throughout the week.
She was just your kind of girl.

Tears of Sorrow

John and Tina have been married for 5 years and currently do not have any children. It’s more like Tina keeps on having miscarriages, which really upsets John. But instead of talking to Tina about his feeling he holds then inside until one day he just can’t take it anymore, and lets everything he’s been feelings for the past 3 years. Unable to speak Tina just listens to John while he yells and screams, which makes Tina feel really guilty.
A few minutes after the argument they realize that they have a family function to attend. So they both put aside their feeling and get ready to go. Walking to the garage in total silence was very award for Tina. This is the first time they’ve been in an argument this big and didn’t make up. In her hearts of hearts she was scared. They get to the car, Tina jumps into the driver’s seat, which leaves John to sit in the passenger seat. Still in silence they pull off and onto the road. While driving Tina puts in her favorite CD, which is Rihanna “Good Girl Gone Bad”. She knew that this would calm her down, and maybe help him relax to.
Sitting in the car listening to “Rehab” by Rihanna, Tina eyes start to swell up with tears. That was her favorite song, because it was the power and passionate. She didn’t want John to see the tears her eyes so every time she felt them about to fall she just sucked it back up, and acted as if nothing was wrong with her. Blinded by the tears in her eyes, Tina rums into a tree. Killing them both.

Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

I'm proud of my country!!!Cubans Stand up

Poem #2

You are friendly, kind and caring
Sensitive, loyal and understanding
Humorous, fun, secure and true
Always there... yes that's you.Special, accepting, exciting and wise
Truthful and helpful, with honest blue eyes
Confiding, forgiving, cheerful and bright
Yes that's you... not one bit of spite.
You're one of a kind, different from others
Generous, charming, but not one that smothers
Optimistic, thoughtful, happy and game
But not just another... in the long chain.
Appreciative, warm and precious like gold
Our friendship won't tarnish or ever grow old
You'll always be there, I know that is true
I'll always be here... always for you.

Short Poem

Your lips speak soft sweetness
Your touch a cool caress
I am lost in your magic
My heart beats within your chestI think of you each morning
And dream of you each nightI think of your arms being around me
And cannot express my delightNever have I fallen
But I am quickly on my wayYou hold a heart in your hands
That has never before been given away

My Fav Movie

My Future Husband

WorkShop

All three pieces of my work, are just random writing that i either did in class or on my own. Evertime i wrote something down i just thought about, what would i do in the situation. And from their i would just write until my mind ran out of thoughts or the teacher would tell me to stop. Each piece was also a little part of my life, that i either wanted to happened of happened.

Piece 3

Felia Olave
Piece 3
The sound of her alarm clock had awake Emily. Even though it was her favorite song that she hears every morning. It still startles her as though she wasn’t expecting it to go off, yet another morning. The night before she had already picked out her outfit that she was going to war to school. But when she had look outside she thought to herself. “It’s raining cats and dogs”. As the rain drop down on roof tops hit the tops of umbrellas and made big splashing pebbles.

Piece 2

Felia Olave
Piece 2
John and Tina have been married for 5 years and currently do not have any children. It’s more like Tina keeps on having miscarriages which really upsets John. But instead talking to Tina about his feelings he holds them inside until one day he just can’t take it anymore and lets out everything he’s been feeling for the past 3 years. Unable to speak Tina just listen to John while he yells and screams, which makes Tina feel really guilty. A few minutes after the argument they realize that they have a family get together that they have to attend. So they both put aside their feeling and get ready to get ready. 30 minutes later they are both sitting in the parking lot, blinded by the tears in Tina’s eyes she runs into a tree.

Piece 1

Felia Olave
Piece 1

The image that I’m looking at is a black white photo of a women and a man that could be her husband or lover. It looks as if they've just gotten in a heated argument about what the women has done wrong. As if she had cheated or told a lie to the man in the picture. They way the background is step is she’s in the front with her head slightly tilt to the side. As if she is wondering what to say next or what is her next move. And the lover/ husband are in the background with his hands out like he's looking for an answer from her. There could have been some unfaithfulness to this relationship.

So ture

Drunk Driving Poem

A sad poem about the reality of drinking and driving

I went to a party, Mom, I remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink, Mom, so I drank soda instead
I really felt proud inside, Mom, the way you said I would.
I didn't drink and drive, Mom, even though the others said I should.
I know I did the right thing, Mom, I know you are always right.
Now the party is finally endingMom, as everyone is driving out of sight.
As I got into my car, Mom, I knew I'd get home in one piece.
Because of the way you raised me, so responsible and sweet.
I started to drive away, Mom, but as I pulled out into the road,
the other car didn't see me, Mom, and hit me like a load.
As I lay there on the pavement, Mom, I hear the policeman say,
the other guy is drunk, Mom, and now I'm the one who will pay.
I'm lying here dying, Mom.. I wish you'd get here soon.
How could this happen to me, Mom? My life just burst like a balloon.
There is blood all around me, Mom, and most of it is mine.
I hear the medic say, Mom, I'll die in a short time.
I just wanted to tell you, Mom, I swear I didn't drink.
It was the others, Mom. The others didn't think.
He was probably at the same party as I.
The only difference is, he drank and I will die.
Why do people drink, Mom? It can ruin your whole life.
I'm feeling sharp pains now. Pains just like a knife.
The guy who hit me is walking, Mom, and I don't think it's fair.
I'm lying here dying and all he can do is stare.
Tell my brother not to cry, Mom. Tell Daddy to be brave
.And when I go to heaven, Mom, put "Daddy's Girl" on my grave.
Someone should have told him, Mom, not to drink and drive.
If only they had told him, Mom, I would still be alive.
My breath is getting shorter, Mom. I'm becoming very scared.
Please don't cry for me, Mom. When I needed you, you were always there.
I have one last question, Mom, before I say good bye.
I didn't drink and drive, so why am I the one to die?

- Author unknown

My first workshop

Felia Olave
October 15, 2008
Workshop: She sleeps while holding her bear every night
By: Jennifer

It’s written as a poem, but told as a short story. I think this poem/short story is about losing someone you love and having one thing that connects you to them. I can imagine the setting somewhere in the country, in an old worn down house. Also with lots of acres of land. The poem/ short story is very sad; it talks about death, but gives a happy gesture. A line that really speaks to me is “surrounded by strangers that she will soon play dominoes with up in the sky”. This one line probably relates to back in the days when the mother used to play dominoes when the child was younger, and she can imagine her mother in heaven playing dominoes with the strangers that the mother will soon come to know. I noticed that the poem/ short story is centered on religion. More than three occasions where the author relates something back to the Christian religion, rather it is a picture of the last supper hanging up on the wall or having the bible in her hand while her mother was in the hospital. The poem/ short story was also a little bit confusing, the author used the pronoun she and her some many times that I didn’t who she was talking about. The way it is laid out makes it unsmooth. Every other line has an end-dent, and the other lines start at the margin. As the audience to this poem/ short story; I like it. It has an emotional connection to it that brings me in deeper and deeper. I feel like I can relate to what the author is feeling.

Today in class

Before i went to class today i was feeling sick and very sleepy. But as soon as Amma starting reading Jennifer's poem/ short story, it woke me up. Thinking back on it, it brought me to a time when i lost someone dear and close to me. I made me feel like i wasnt alone when it comes to death in a family. Like someone else is feeling the same pain i was feeling when i lost someone too. I just wanted to say thank you Jennifer

Felia Olave

My Fav Poem

Yesterday I Cried

I came home, went straight to my room, sat on the edge of my bed,kicked off my shoes, unhooked my bra,and I had myself a good cry.
I'm telling you,I cried until my nose was running all over the silk blouse I got on sale.I cried until my ears were hot.I cried until my head was hurting so badthat I could hardly see the pile of soiled tissues lying on the floor at my feet.
I want you to understand,I had myself a really good cry yesterday.
Yesterday, I cried,for all the days that I was too busy, or too tired, or too mad to cry.
I cried for all the days, and all the ways,and all the times I had dishonored, disrespected, and disconnected my Self from myself,only to have it reflected back to me in the ways others did to methe same things I had already done to myself.
I cried for all the things I had given, only to have them stolen;for all the things I had asked for that had yet to show up;for all the things I had accomplished, only to give them away, to people in circumstances,which left me feeling empty, and battered and plain old used.
I cried because there really does come a time when the only thing left for you to do is cry.
Yesterday, I cried.I cried because little boys get left by their daddies;and little girls get forgotten by their mommies;and daddies don't know what to do, so they leave;and mommies get left, so they get mad.
I cried because I had a little boy, and because I was a little girl,and because I was a mommy who didn't know what to do,and because I wanted my daddy to be there for me so badly until I ached.
Yesterday, I cried.I cried because I hurt. I cried because I was hurt.I cried because hurt has no place to goexcept deeper into the pain that caused it in the first place,and when it gets there, the hurt wakes you up.
I cried because it was too late. I cried because it was time.
I cried because my soul knew that I didn't knowthat my soul knew everything I needed to know.
I cried a soulful cry yesterday, and it felt so good.
It felt so very, very bad.
In the midst of my crying, I felt my freedom coming, Because Yesterday, I cried with an agenda. (Iyanla Vanzant,from her book Yesterday I Cried:

Me

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The Perfect Day

About my day

Today was a very good, probably because i only had one class, and now I am setting my first blog site..how cool is this.