romance

hello internet.

i know i haven't posted anything in a while -- three months actually --but with college and everything going on in my life i've been a bit busy. and you can judge me all you want like i know you will people that's just how people are. we judge others whether we're aware of it or not.

but anyway let's just get into it.

as a wanna-be-writer i make up stories in my head all the time. hell sometimes i'm even able to get them down on paper -- real and virtual. and it seems my brain has locked target on the romance genre of the fiction world so you can assume i've thought/written a couple love scenes. whether you guys think its just a simple kiss or a steamy sex scene is up to you -- but come on i know where your minds are gonna go -- its part of the romance genre. and i feel pretty proud of the scenes i've created. i know it's better than the twilight love story for sure.

but, if i wanna be a romance writer then i should have some pretty romantic experiences myself shouldn't i?

well to tell the truth i haven't. throughout my whole life so far i've never had a boyfriend or some guy even try to flirt with me. makes me feel so great when i watch all my friends get boyfriend after boyfriend. can you say low self-confidence and low self-esteem? i mean i have had my first kiss but it was in a hot tube with my cousin, sister, and some of my cousin's friends. we were playing truth or dare. i'm pretty sure you can figure it out from there.

any idea of romance i've gathered from movies, television shows, the internet (specifically youtube videos), and books.

but now here at college that's gonna change. my friend elliott is setting me up with on of his friends. it was elliott who first asked me if i was single or not which made me think he was gonna ask me out but i'm perfectly fine with one of his friends. it was pretty funny how he asked.

"so you wear glasses."
"yep."
"this is gonna sound weird but are you single?"

yep pretty funny. or at least i thought so.

but anyway. i'm pretty nervous about meeting up with this friend. i mean elliott is an upperclassmen so his friend most likely be one too while i'm just a freshman with no experience in the romance department. i've wanted a boyfriend since...okay i'm gonna be frank, preschool -- i never really was in that whole boys are gross stage -- but i'm scared that i might make a fool of myself. i'm a very shy person and i'm surprised that i had even made friends with elliott. talking to guys just really isn't my thing. i get all embarrassed and shy and flustered.

i...i don't know what to do.

the meeting's gonna be on a monday, tuesday, or thrusday. elliott has to tell me more. but right now i think i just wanna skip this week and go straight home for the weekend.

well internet, tell me about your relationship experiences. i don't care what it is just tell me something. maybe it can help me.

but for now that's it. end of draft.

sun

this poem i actually wrote in middle school. why? i don't know.

the harmful rays of the sun
shine down
the heat melts human flesh
but from a distance it's pretty
yellow, orange, and red
burn like fire
the sun is our energy
we need it

middle school dance

this poem i actually wrote in middle school. why? i don't know.

i enter the gym
the music is blasting
my friends come up to me
we all dance
suddenley the music fades
a slow song comes on
boys surround me
asking me to dance
i reply with a no to all
i sit down on a bench
and begin to think about him
the one that i love the most
the on who's not here
"may i have this dance?" says a voice
i look up
it's him
i am speechless
but i grab his hand
he leads me out onto the dance floor
a new slow song plays
we begin to dance
he holds me close to him
i can feel the heat from his body
feel the beating of his heart
hear him breathing in and out
smell his strong cologne
soon he whispers something in my ear
"do you love me?"
i looked up at him and into his eyes
those beautiful eyes
the ones i can get lost in
i slowly inch closer to his face
and then
we kiss
i back away slowly
hoping he knows my answer
he says nothing
just stand there
staring at me
i feel tears start to well up in my eyes
i begin to walk away
but he soon pulls me back
holding me again
even closer to him
"i love you too" he says
and then he kisses me
my eyes stay wide open in shock
but then they slowly close
as i embrace the kiss
feeling his lips on mine
and loving it
the song changes
the music is blasting again
but we remained attached
still kissing
our lips still touching
moving in harmoney through passion
all because of a dance
just on single dance

nightmare

this poem i actually wrote in middle school. why? i don't know.

the town is pitch black
suddenly lightning flashes
thunder roars
i hear rushing wind
it's coming towards me
what could it be?
a hurricane?
tornado?
i try to run away
but my foot's caught
i scream
hoping someone would hear me
there's no response
my body is lifted up
up high into the air
the wind comes to a stop
i fall to the ground
"this is it." i think
"this is how i die"
i almost hit the ground

suddenly i wake up
beads of sweat roll down my neck
i'm sitting up in bed
it was just a dream
nothing but a nightmare

dream

this poem i actually wrote in middle school. why? i don't know.

i wake up
but not in my bed

i'm lying on a cloud
i slowly sit up
the sky is lit up with beauty

it's golden with a hue of pink
a sweet scent is in the air
it smells like roses

i look around
surrounded me is a lake
nearby is a flowing waterfall

it's perfect
i dip a toe into the water
not to hot, not to cold
the perfect temperature

i jump in
and then i hit the ground

i wake up and look around
i'm in my room
on the floor
i must have been dreaming

i crawl back into bed
close my eyes
and wish
wish i can dream that sweet dream again

unread

once again ap english poems

do not enter
my door is open
as you walk through
funny
since i speak the opposite

35 miles
why do i even bother
if you continue to zoom past
ignoring my words

upside down
how can you read me
if my ground is the sky
and my ceiling the dirt

beauty secrets

more ap english poems

scent
i pluck you up
taking a deep breath
i sigh because of your
floral scent
then cap you and put you back
in my garden of perfumes

mud
funny
how you don't
wanna touch me
unless you pay
hundreds of dollars