Lord Of The Lies

Jack relies on the
countless tales he tells, the ones
of  hellish beasts and
hate filled eyes, all with, coated with
lies, strung tight, firmly tied.

You Can't Have It All

But you can have a cheap pizza with cheese like rubber, it's tomato sauce with a hint of green.
You can have the soft, icy touch of water, waking you up at 4AM, telling you your AC is broken.
You can have the purr a cat and the hiss of a wounded stray, a look that can only mean I'll get you later, and when it's November, you can have time and abundantly so. You can have love, and lot's of it, when she wants you too, like a teeter-totter swinging back and forth, love to hate, then love to love.
You can have irritated friends, aggravated by the fact that "You can't keep your hands off each other".
You can have a worn down soul, toughened up like the bottom of your shoes,
 never not ready to tread on thin ice,
or needles and spikes.
You can have now, smiles and fun, flirting and a little bit of hurting, knowing that you're going to say goodbye.
You can have the pain and pleasure of living far away, far from the family's that you adore and abhor with such a pleasant passion, one that fills your heart every time you are dragged away from friends far too early in the summer vacation. You can't ever get back what you've lost, but you can have late night chats and long distance phone calls, ready for use, for they'll soon be needed.
You can have the grass on your brand new cleats, the wind in your face, and the bruises and scabs on your knees, reminding you that when you fall it shall leave a mark. Although not forever.
You can have music blasting through your headphones, so loud, so proud, so that everyone can hear it, and you still won't care. You can have the Sweet and Sour candy bag which would blatantly remind you of your relationship with a certain someone, if there were twice as many sweets than sour.  You can have arguments with your family, awkward dinners with tension drowning out the taste of your spicy Asian foods. You can't count on anyone to pull you out of a pit, but you can have someone waiting patiently at the surface,she's laughing to herself, very quietly. So when you clamber out, she'll be there for you, and you'll know why she waited when the others went on. So you'll know why you bothered to drag yourself out in the first place.
And when all else fails, you can still grab a pack of cookies, open up a comic book filled with childhood memories, sit yourself down and remember all you couldn't leave behind.
You can have the most painful thing you'll ever have to say,
"Love you, goodbye."

PUNK

Poetry Notebook: People I Give A Damn About

The best if times are always found when friends and family gather round-Unknown

Description:
With the end of year coming, and with half of our grade moving, it's time to figure out what really matters to you. More so, who really matters to you. This collection of work is about the people I give a damn about. My friends, my family, my brother, my life, and a little more. With quite  a few people going(including myself) I think  it's time that I dedicated something to them. To my friends, my family, my brother, and all the others that I really give a damn about.

Synopsis: This is a collection of poems is about people who I care about.


When A Woman Loves A Man by David Lehman
The Family Group by Madeline DeFrees
We Who Are Your Closest Friends by Phillip Lopate
Miss You by Anonymous
Untitled by Nancy Langomarsino
Battle Of Will & Exhaustion, Mother and Child by Jenny Factor
From The Lives of My Friends by Micheal Dickman
Your Catfish Friend by Richard Brautigan

Royal Flush- Benjamin Moore- 2076-20

Family and friends,
our turns revolve around the table.
Like a roulette ball,
spinning on it's wheel,
waiting to stop,
waiting to land.

There are plenty high hands
here tonight.
Still, none are the perfect.

None are the cards,
The hand,
The group of four or five,
One would always dream of.

The Rodriguez family.
A three of a kind that should be a four,
One card missing from the deck.

The Otways.
A pair of Jacks,
And an unloving Queen

Sammy is playing with his chips,
His hand slips
and dark red chips topple over,

they spill like blood over the table.

He is awake while Zach is fast asleep.
Sick again,
Awaiting the care
The attention,
of his mother.

The Carlsons,

A Full house
Three Kings,
Two Queens.

Then there's us.
Ace, King, Queen, Jackass.
All of spades.

Nearly enough,
but not quite.

We don't make a Royal Flush.

Lies, A Gone Novel:

Lies, by Micheal Grant

Publisher: Kathrine Tegen Books(imprint of Harper Collins Publishers)

Genre: Fantasy

Where I got it: I bought this book myself after reading the first two novels in the series, which were recommended to me by a friend.

One sentence summary: In the midst of a civil war between “normals” and “freaks”, the force that set up the FAYZ reveals itself and both sides are forced to unite under Sam once more to combat a greater evil.

First Sentence: Smashed Windows, Human Crew Tags, and their logos, warning freaks to get out.

First Chapter Review: The first chapter is really more of an introduction and reminder of the characters in the last two books. It is clearly shown the separation between the people who developed powers and those who remained normal, sprouting jealously and envy which turned into hate. Sam is in deep trouble and needs to prove himself as a leader and rally his own troops.

Verdict: Although not as action packed as the last books, the building suspense and tension makes this book one that you'll find yourself reading very late at night. It gets you hooked very early and is hard to put down. Like the rest of the series, a great book.

Cover comments: The cover shows Sam and Astrid standing apart from each other, symbolizing how they've both kind of broken apart because of Sam's ruthless campaign to get everything under control.

A Fool's Island.

He can't think like Piggy can.
He finds himself,
in the wearisomeness of this life,
with an assembly standing before him.

"this meeting must not be for fun"
the assembly standing before him,

are breaking apart.
Like small children,

they are.

"Don't you want to get out?"
Do they?
Does Jack?
The assembly remains silent.
For everyone is unsure,

and everything is uncertain.

"I know there is no beast",

the talk of fear,
consumes them.

Then, doubt once again.
Maybe there is a beast

Shut up,
sit down,

Fear envelops them.

They think of the beast from water
When
we should,
they should,
look at themselves.

Savages,
Children,
Fools.