Summer was losing a best friend and never using aloe to cool the burns. It was swimming pools filled with lies and hopeless believing. Summer was dancing in the rain alone because you promised to come over Summer was naive But summer knew better Fall was running into walls and headache filled nights. It was jumping off the bridge holding hands and you letting go. It was stupid choices and simple ignorance Fall was stubborn hearts and pale blue eyes It was falling for it, every time. Winter is car rides with the windows down and smoke trails behind us. Is late night calls and super heroes who lost their capes last month. Winter is broken promises and revealed lies and cracking ice beneath our feet. It's reopening scars and taking ice packs for granted. Winter is the ice plunge when everyone else is sitting by the fire. Spring will be no expectations. It won't trust the light because it hurts spring's eyes and the ground hog was always happier when he woke up to a cloudy day. Spring will be the mosaic of broken light that sings through the trees leaves into the empty shade because that's where winter left off. It will be overused umbrellas who can no longer stop the weather from hitting the grass below. Because spring can't forget winter and doesn't want summer to wipe away the truth. Spring won't be ready But spring will fall through. Just like it does every year Because spring will give in to starting over And summer will make spring feel safe Even though spring never trusted summer's light Because mother nature won't let the seasons linger But she'll always remind us Because darling, the seasons are changing And they'll never stop giving in
Someone stop me The whistle blew 24 hrs ago and I'm still awe struck I'm about to take a step A step into the real world Where there are real words Real people Real talk .... real talk This is my chance I don't want to lie in this fake paradise anymore And I'm excited and happy And straight out terrified But this is me.
Hi, my name is AndraLee Allen. For those of you who don't know me, the first thing that people notice about me is that I'm tall. Too tall for my liking, but it comes in handy. I love acting, singing, dancing, sports, people watching, reading, helping others, friends, long drives alone--but mostly I enjoy writing. It's my escape. my haven. I love how simple sentences can transform into streams that live inside ones heart. If you really knew me you'd know that I still sleep with a teddy bear, not because I need it, but because it's something I can hold on to. If you really knew me you'd know that I lack in self confidence, but I am always selfless; even when it costs me. If you really know me you'd know I can't hate people. Believe me, I've tried. If you really knew me you'd know I can't just put three dots, there needs to be either two, four, or more. Mama Mia ruined the dot dot dot effect. If you really knew me you'd know that I don't like hiding behind Jane Q. Porter, but she stands taller than I ever have, she kept me safe. But darling, this is the year of no mistakes, and I'm not perfect. So take me or leave me, because this is me. And that's not gonna change. And I want to thank you. You who read my blog You who left a comment You who didn't leave a comment You who wrote your hearts out You tourists You residents You. I hope you know I read your blog, and I loved every minute of it. The streets of Paris are home to me, and I don't plan on leaving them behind. So I hope you stay awhile longer dear, and if not; thank you for your inspiration. And one last thank you Thank you Nelson For actually wanting us to be ourselves For giving us Paris For everything. Sincerely, The girl who just joined the real world
My mouth hurts From telling you I love you so many times From shouting your name throughout the chambers in my heart From sleepless night after sleepless night Convincing myself I would be okay without you But you're still here You've tucked me in bed wrapped, snug in surrender And I've given my all. And you've given up. And my body aches Engulfed in your quilt of lies. And darling, I hate every moment But I still love you I've spent every waking hour Thinking through speeches Thinking I'll leave But your tears soil the blueprints through the phone And all I'm left with is a broken pencil And your soggy old quilt And I don't know why But I don't seem to mind
Maybe I'm stupid Maybe I've lost my mind But dear, i didn't lose my heart I know because I remember trusting it in your hands Last December When the only sounds were falling snow and waterfalls When you sat too far away Yet were too close for comfort And darling, I know you still have it Tucked away at the bottom of your contact list For safe keeping Just in case a bad day comes around But dear, my mouth hurts And I lost my voice in the dark last night And maybe staying is stupid And maybe you'll never call again But I'm still here Tucked away below you Because you always seem to remember me When down is how you feel And you've given up Don't ask me why I remain Because I don't recall And really all I know Is I still love you. Still Even while looking through your white mask of lies and manipulation
I remember feeling on top of the world, because our soccer team was undefeated and you were my best friend. I remember being the odd one because i was the only Mormon in kindergarten. I remember Scott and me getting baptized on the same day and how Jillian didn't show up.... I'm not quite sure what ever happened to her.. I remember my best friend leaving me for the cool kids.. I remember my new best friend that still grows in my old backyard beside the pale blue shed that grandpa built when he still remembered my name. I can't remember when you told me we had to move, but I remember the lies you told me about why.. I remember the purple journal with the cartoons on the front, it was the first time i actually wrote down the poetry in my head. I was 8. I remember we moved in April, and mom giving us both Easter bunnies. mine was pink. I named it bunny. I remember hiding behind my mommy's leg when we met. I remember the endless summer days of playing with bobble heads in the dirt. I remember the heat and my first concussion and you telling me to man up. I remember5th grade and having the biggest crush on Mika Kujanpaa. I remember playingnight games and sitting on the tramp. I remember his face going bright red and the sound of his voice being higher than mine. I remember being so embarrassed that I stopped talking in class. I remember the best climbing treeon the bank of the river I remember slowly forgetting you in it's branches when you moved away to Arizona. I remember hiding from the bullies in the bushes. I remember that they left us alone because we gave them army men. I remember7th grade and Sophie Turner introducing me to the word 'creeper' in English. I remember getting away with never turning in my final project and getting an A in Mr. Brooks class and feeling bad for it all summer. I remember the first time I wore mascara and you asking about it and me lying and saying I wasn't wearing any makeup. I remember my 8th grade crush on the unsuspecting 9th grader. I remember him being myfirst datesophomore year and dancing till our feet went numb. I remember the suit he wore and how his lips felt on my cheek. On my forehead. On my hair. I remember how proud he was of the songs he'd play on piano and how we talked in British accents all night. I remember being his friend.. I should really write him.. I remember 42 and how beautiful she was. How she made me hate the nicest boy in the school. I remember how she went to Lehi and me and that boy became best friends. I remember wishing on the same star every night for the boy from Orem to just remember my name.. I remember crying until i couldn't breathe and calling up my best friend because I wasn't sure what else I could do.. I remember 2013 for being the year I still wish never happened. I remember the beginnings of me and how I wasn't surewho I was and then how I knew exactlywho I was and now when I just wish I knewwho I wanted to be.
How I felt joining the blogs How I feel reading your blog How I felt when I found out my sister leaked my blog How I feel when you comment on my blog How I feel when you try and see my computer to know my blog How I feel when I see how I've grown Thanks for reading, kids.
