Autumn

She works conscientiously; with prudence,
And grace.
As audacious as her sisters,
Spring and Summer.
Never lackadaisical,
Or slovenly, like Winter.

Summer,
Is always rankled by her
Pilfering of the bright green pigment
Of the leaves.

When she is done,
There is no trace left of Summer.
And the leaves are left
In tones of
Red, orange, and yellow.
Accompanied by a quiet,
And serene breeze.

When the leaves
Fall off the branches,
And litter the ground in great profusion,
She receives the inkling that it is time for
Winter’s icy winds to claim the land,
And confiscate all her beautiful tones,

Exchanging them for white
And gray.

He Sees...

He sees
your defects;
Sees through
your corny act.
You phony.

He sees
the lies.
You liar.

He's been there,
seen that;
seen those imperfections.
You are flawed.

He knows
all
too
well.

Bitter, bleak
and blind
when he evaluates
himself.

His world
is false;
a fake;
a fraud.

The Boyfriend List

The Boyfriend List by Emily Lockhart, or as printed on the cover of her books: E. Lockhart, is a remarkable book for teenage girls. The protagonist, Ruby, is faced with what seem to be a million problems that have spiraled out of control, consuming her entirely. She is facing all these conflicts at once and with everyone else blinded by lies and rumors, she has no one to back her up. Ruby’s anxiety continues to pile up until she is forced to let out her suppressed feelings in panic attacks.

Ruby is the typical teen and part of the great “Tate Universe.” Ruby, known to pretty much everyone as Roo, isn’t the evil slut she is accused of being. In fact, I would say that it’s the opposite. Roo is perfectly innocent and she’s just trying to hang on while all the Tate drama rips her to pieces.

Her (over-protective) parents, worrying that she may have an eating disorder, or that she may be suicidal, have sent her to a “shrink” to get to the bottom of things. Doctor Z, orders her to write out a boyfriend list to help figure out where all the stress is coming from, something that Ruby doesn’t appreciate at all.

As Ruby goes down the list of her so-called boyfriends she reveals the trauma between the terrible ten days in which she lost her boyfriend, lost her best friend, lost the rest of her friends, became a social outcast, and had graffiti written about her in the girls bathroom. This all dangerously spinning out of control when the rough draft of the boyfriend list falls into the wrong hands. What occurs within those horrible ten days is what turns into the greatest social debacle Ruby has ever known.

The Boyfriend List falls under the coming of age genre of writing, however this story remains unpredictable despite the fact that you may think that it will be the regular, run-of–the-mill story about a girl who likes a boy. This novel kept me guessing at what would happen next. When the next step was finally revealed I felt the pain, confusion, and anger Ruby feels.

This book is a perfect read for teens and I definitely would recommend it. This novel is more geared towards teen girls, but I feel that some boys may enjoy the story too. Although Ruby has been blamed for many things, she is still the girl every reader will want to succeed in the end. At the end of every chapter you will be left hungry for more.

Mom

The pillow that supports;
The blanket that warms.

The light that illuminates the path;
The steady hand that guides.

The meal that nourishes;
The beverage that quenches.


The stream that refreshes;
The ripple that ponders.

The breeze that carries;
The flower that blossoms.

The shield that protects;
The alarm that warns.

The sounding board that listens;
The silence that understands without judgment.

The salt that flavors;
The sugar that sweetens.

The palette that colors;
The composition that sings.

The calendar that marks the day;
The clock that keeps the time.

The friend who you can depend on;
The mother who is always there.

Used to Be Enemies

We used to hate each other. Mean comments, whispered insults, and so on. Perfect enemies. We couldn’t stand being near each other; we abhorred each other’s presence. We always argued and referred to each other with despicable terms with no remorse whatsoever. Only to walk back to our friends and talk about each other; about what she had said about me. About what I thought about her; nasty things. Since then, I have tried to stay away from her. Waiting for her to snap, but she hasn’t.

I never thought we could be friends. I still thought those mean things about her, but maybe she did too. It wasn’t until this year, a few weeks ago, that I decided to give her a chance; maybe she had changed. She sat with me at lunch, we talked and talked. We liked and disliked the same things. We laughed about the same things together. All of these things seemed so impossible a few months ago; that we could be friends, or get along so well.

I never thought it would happen, but we’re friends; good friends even. Mehr: My used-to-be enemy is now my friend.

Staying in Touch, Seems Somewhat Out of Reach

Yesterday I talked to Sabrina, but only for a few minutes; the way it always is. She'll log on spontaneously and then have to leave within a couple minutes. I've only talked to her for more than half an hour a few times since she left. We used to talk a lot more, about everything and anything, but now, it seems like we barely have time to talk about anything. Sometimes she'll just tell me that she did something and then log off. Before she left Panama, she assured me that we would talk everyday and that it would be like she had never left. But now the words have become scarce, and the gaps between them, sometimes weeks. With this incredible lack of conversation, I fear she'll forget me. And eventually have no memory of me at all. I miss her so much; I don't have enough time to tell her that. Staying in touch is becoming harder and harder; certainly much harder than I thought it would be.

They Call Her Miri

Her friends,
think they know her
better than anyone.

Better than I do.
But they don't;
They don't know her
the way I do.

Her friends,
think
they can make her laugh
harder than anyone.
But they can't;
They can't make her laugh
the way I can.

Her friends,
think they've known her
forever.
Longer than any
of her friends.
But they have no idea
how long I've known her.

Her friends,
think they are better friends
than anyone could wish for.
Best friends.
But they aren't.
They haven't been there
for her
when she needed it most.

Miranda,
knows me better than anyone,
and I know her the same.


Miranda,
makes me laugh harder than anyone has,
and I do the same for her.

Miranda,
has known me since I was two,
and I've known her,
since the day she was born.

Miranda is
my best friend. I just hope
she considers me her best friend too.

They call her Miri,
I just call her Sis.