My Great Grand Father

I never met,

Though pictures depict his life,

He, was strong, He was audacious,

He is in my heart.

My serene great-grand father,

Seems like he’s miles away,

Though, he’s watching down on me,

Haven, is where he is,

Is where someday, far in the future…

I will meet him.

I look a lot like him,

great grand mother would say with a smile,

I could tell she missed him, the way she stared at me, with stars in her eyes.

I was told, by my mother…

Great grandmother enjoys to see me smile,

Because its just like his…

Therefore, when I visit her, I come with a profusion of smiles,

I act as if everything is ok,

Even if its not, as long as she’s happy.

My great grandfather,

He’s with me, always…

for the long run.

The Catcher in the Rye

Family doesn't care,
Family doesn't matter...
Im on my goddam own.
Up on this scrummy old hill,
away from the crowd.

The load, agressive, football,crashes from down bellow.
Theres no way im there interact... hell no.
Not there for the game, there for a memmory,
something to remember this place by,
a sign, a goodbye.


Soon enough, i thought of something...
something to help me get the hell out of this place.

The Last Song

In this novel, The Last Song by Nicholas sparks, its about a girl named Veronica (but everyone calls her Ronnie). This is a romantic, but sad novel. Once you pick it up, I guarantee you it will be hard to put down, and stop reading. This is the type of story you want to snuggle up alone in the quiet, and just read and read, no distractions. If you are the type of person who loves romantic novels, but also sad ones, your in luck, because here you got both in one book!
In this story, Ronnie hasn’t been the best daughter ever, she has even almost gone to jail. Her dad doesn’t live with her, so her parents are divorced. She has a little brother who misses being able to be with his dad. So for the summer vacation, her mom sends Ronnie, and her little brother to her dads house at the beach. She loved to play piano with her dad all the time, but she gave up her passion of playing the piano when her parents divorce. When she was a pianist she dreamed of going to Julliard’s for collage, but she gave it all up. Her family church got burnt down when her dad was inside playing the piano. So he blamed himself when later on he found out it was really Ronnie’s boyfriend (named Will’s) best friend. Ronnie and Will met on the beach, when he was playing volleyball and he hit her, causing her drink to spill all over her. While her brother spent every second he had with his dad wisely. Ronnie and Will fall in love, and spend almost all the summer vacation together, until something happens, and the whole story turns upside down, no longer romantic, but now sad, if you want to know what happens that’s so sad, you have to read it yourself.
The Last Song is really romantic, sweat and fun, until a tragedy occurs. Thank god she has her boyfriend will there by her side every step of the way, and he sticks by her side when she needs him most. Ronnie starts to feel full of regret, and wishes she can undo it all now, but she cant.
Nicholas sparks is an amazing righter, look up a few of his other novels, I’m half way through his other novel called Dear John, and I have noticed how Nicholas Sparks loves to right in first point of view.
In conclusion I deeply recommend The Last Song because you wont ever want to put it down, its really nerve wrecking, and fun.

By: Tiffany Pate

My Aunt

Is a mother
Has ears that can hear through concrete,
My aunt has nerves of steal
My aunt, the early bird,
The one who’s the boss of a bank, but never gives the money away.

My aunt has the power, she would win if she ran for president.
My aunt, the perfect cherry added on the top of every ice cream
the one who you hear always cracking a joke,
My aunt, the clever one,
My aunt is as sharp as a tack,
Jesus, God, P E R F E C T.
My aunt-

The gum in the middle of the lolipop
my aunt... the apple in New York, the Crocodile in Florida,
because of her, i have a load laugh,
because of her i know how to shop, for good deals,
because of her... i saw the statue of liberty.

My aunt, the pop in rice crispies,
Because of her, i know what family realy means.

Cyber Bullying

Tyler Clemienti has been reported to have unfortunately been taped in a sexual act with a other man, by his roommate (Robbie) in his neighbors room (Molly Wei), and she did nothing about it. It has been posted on the Internet for everyone to see! I think this is a violation of privacy, and I think they both have something to do with it, even though Molly just stood there, she did nothing about it, so they have to pay for the price, and set for charges. This is a horrible thing to do, and not a matter to laugh about, they should know that, so I DO think this is a hate crime.
I think cyber bulling is quite a serious matter, because i personally think that people rather say offensive things on the computer, than in person because it is "easier" to insult someone, and you don't have to face the person, and the that persons reaction.

A Bump on the Road, of Friendship

You think you know me, but you don’t,
You think you know everything, but your amiss.
I see you, looking at me, with that face…
Again.

She acts like her life is the best,
Just to pull people in her charming smile, as did I.
You think you understand,
What im going through, but you don’t.
that’s just another way you pulled me in your trap,

You say “I know how your feel” but you don’t.
When I thought, finally someone I can talk to, but that’s all just a lie,
Our friendship is based on a cold, mean, horrible lie.
You think you know…
who this poem is about (of course you think someone else), wrong again.
Cut it out, that’s all I ask.

I don’t want our friendship to be interminable,
but it seems like its going in that direction.
I know we are in that moment of a friendship, where it hit’s a bump,
In this case… a long one…
But I still love you, as one of my best friends, even if you detest me.

I confess, I am mad at you, I say I’m not,
But I am, but only because I don’t want your feelings hurt,
Just like mine was.

I confess I’m sorry for what ever I had done,
Lets just hope this bump on the road ends…
Soon.

My Big... perfect sister

My big sister,
is always there,
to give sage advice...
to help me get through the rough times in life she has experienced too.

She is the best roll model,
perfect this, perfect that.
Like her long blonde wavy hair,
along with her tall skinny body,
shes even very intelligent...
and lets not forget her perfect, straight teeth, pays of for four years of braces.

No matter what,
No matter where,
still my big sister I can count on.

Even though I know, she is moving out,
I still know I can go to her,
no matter how far away,
and I will listen to what she has to say.

My eyes tightly close, as tear drops drop fall on his broad, strong shoulder

Today was finally the day I get to see my dad, so I had to make it special for him, everything had to be perfect! I was jumping with joy all month, especially when it was a hour away, and Alexis and I were finishing the giant "welcome" poster for dad, with his favorite color (red). Nothing could be amiss, everything had to be the best, no flaws.
Finally the time came to pick dad up from the airport, I had never been so happy in my life, I was exited, jumping for joy, emotional, and such an affable manner, because I miss my dad, its been too long. It was a interminable wait, standing there, in the freezing cold airport with goosebumps pervading my arms. I surmised dads flight had gotten canceled... again; although I decided to wait some more time, side by side with Marlaina and Alexis (my sisters). Ten more minutes in that airport a grimice crossed my face as... "DAD!!!" Alexis yells, I quickly turn my heard, to see my dad walking towards us with a giant smile from ear to ear. I could smell his bitter sweat, powerful Colon from a mile away. I run as fast as I can, along with Alexis, through my arms out, and jump, reaching for dad, he catches me and grasps on tight, my eyes are tightly closed, as tears fall onto his broad, Strong shoulder. Then I knew... this a a moment I will never forget.

No yelling, only love

Sitting in a crowded room full of boxes, packing up millions of albums from when i was a baby. Getting caught in the moment, and forgetting about packing. Flipping through the pages, of family moments I thought didn't matter. Now i wish they lasted, I wish i could go back, and just one last time to see what its like living in a family with no yelling, just love, I saw pictures of us all snuggled up on one small couch, just to be with each other, so close i felt dads heart beat. Even though there were four more empty couches, we stayed on one, just to be with each other.The T.V would be on, on a movie, but no one would pay attention to it. Dad would be trying to breath at the bottom of the pile, i would be on top of him, the side of my head laying on his chest, listening to his heart beat... loud and clear. Next would be Caroline, falling asleep, and Marlaina on her, with her arm hanging down to the floor, petting our cat that was laying there. Mom would be talking about other things, like her day, asking us about our day etc, and finally Alexis would be jumping around giggling for no reason.

Sooner or later, I remember what i was supposed to be doing, so i continued to pack, but those thoughts remained in my head, and they never left my mind.

Says the Little Girl who Looks up to Me

The sound of her yelling voice,
vibrates in my ear,
ENOUGH, I cant take it anymore!

I yell, and scream,
then, quiet fills the room once I'm done,
tears fill her eyes...
guilt eating me from the inside.

"OK" she says and walks away,
the sound of her voice was smooth,
smooth like the silk pajamas my grandma wears on movie night,
her blue/green glimmering eyes turn wet,
tears escaping, as I wish I could.

Nothing left to say,
the damage has been done,
cant undo it now.

My face turns red, as it does when I cry,
red as blood...
sadness, pain, guilt.
Tomorrow is going to be full of sorrow.

"Why do you and mommy always have to fight?"
says the little girl who looks up to me...
no answer, although she deserves one.

Then I thought to myself...
you know what, I'm her roll model,
and not doing a very good job...

I better shape up my attitude...
for her, at least.

Why Cancer Uncle Greg?

Tiffany Pate

534 Hickory Road

Naples, Florida 24450

September 8, 2010

Dear Uncle Greg,

I miss you so much Uncle Greg. Good luck on your surgery, Grandma told me you were doing better, but them I remembered how spontaneous cancer really is, and how it recurs. Grandma also told me that your cancer isn't as active as most, so you have time, it it true? Sometimes I wonder if shes just saying that to make me feel better, or if its true, but I hope it is true, that your cancer isn't as active as most, so you havn't time. Time to cure, time for surgery.
We were all very surprised, probably just as much as you were. I know you will get through this, because Ive known you my whole life, and you are so strong, our support is pivotal.
So far in our family, cancer hasn't been prevalent, lets hope it stays that way... right? I miss being around you, and your disposition, so take care of yourself, OK? Well get some rest, I love you. XOXO.

Love your niece,

Tiffany

But i Never Do

Even though its been almost five years sense i was a championship cheerleader, you would think I'm over it, i miss it so much, when i watch cheer leading on TV, or on a movie, i start to feel really sad, when i go to the states, I go to see my old coaches, and my old squad members, and i watch their routine. I watch them flip around, and be thrown around, from place to place (you would think it sounds scary, but it not); when i watch them, all i want to do, is jump up on the stage, and be the flexable flyer (the person who gets thrown around in the air) i used to be.

I tell myself, someday, someday I'm going to start my own squad, because you cant find one here in Panama, but I never do. I tell people about my idea, they say they will join, but i never do. When I'm with my friends, we make up cheers, and dances to match them, we have fun, but we never start a squad. I have a confession to make... I miss cheer leading SO much, its my passion, you cant keep me away from it for long, I say I'm going to start a squad... but i never do.

My Parents Generation

I remember the day my parents, sisters, and i sat down for a family dinner like every night, and my mom and dad shared stories from their generation when they were trouble-makers, and did bad things, like sneaking out of the house;My parents generation sounds fun, but yet very strict. That day i realized, that when my parents say "I'm not stupid, i was a kid once, just like you" they are not kidding! They really do know what I'm hiding.So if you wont take it from your parents, take it from me... Your parents are not kidding when they say they were kids just like us! So lets just keep this easy... don't be sneaky, a trouble maker, or what every else you want to call it.

Ive always imagined my mom as the poor, Innocent kid, well she was, but at times... the opposite! And well i knew my dad was a trouble maker at times, but i never would of thought he would be that bad, i mean knowing my grandpa, i really thought my dad would be way more disciplined. I realized that when i get older, if i really have to hide things... i would have to get A LOT better!

So take it from me... your parents generation, wasn't as different as it sounds, and they really do know how, or when you do a bad thing.

Facebook... Of course

Tired, Hungry, and relieved, when i get home. Just from school, no way am i going straight to more work for the day, Enough. I (as fast as i can) run to the best-working computer in the house, before anyone else could. Kick off my shoes, throw off my socks, and drop to the snow-wight couch, slouch down, and sigh, in relief to be home.
Facebook... of course, to see if anything interesting is going on, and to look back at pictures... memories, most happy. To talk to people who are being missed, and some people that just
make you laugh, for the heck of it.
Even now, am i on facebook, always. Some people have a point, they say facebook is boring, but i don't think that way... as long as u know what there is to do; You can take quizzes, talk to people, look at pictures, and yes, even stalk people (witch people seem to like the most).

Confession Tuesday!

Honestly I HATE it when people go to the causeway to WORK OUT, but they end up renting those little scooters that seem like there going to fall apart any second! I mean what a work out right! I don't mean to be so mean but,(Ive noticed everyone who rents them, are actually kind of big). Then they stop by at the ice cream shop, sometimes i think they only rent the scooters to go to the ice cream shop, because they are too lazy to walk! But yet those scooters go like one mile per hour!!
Like for example... once I was running with my little sister on the causeway, and she got really tired, like she was about to faint any second! So I picked her up on a piggy-back ride. Then tons of huge people come by, and pass us in their SUPER slow scooters, i mean... they look soooo cool on those little scooters! They passed us sweating likI PIGS, and they aren't even doing ANYTHING! They just sat there on those metal, not-even-panted scooters, that have smoke coming out in the back. I JUST DON'T GET IT!!!

My Ordanary Day... I go to Anna's house

I go to Anna's house...

Because she is fun,happy, and relaxed

she has a lifting spirit, especially when i need it.

Up all night,telling secrets,and advise,
we lend everything we have to each other
but because we are best friends.

I help her out, on adding onto her perfume collection,
even thought she doesn't have anymore space in her room, and bathroom!
I miss her when she goes to Canada,
and she misses me when i go to Florida.
But because we are best friends.

Nutela chocolate everyday, and every night, i guess you can say its our tradition.
homework together almost always.
I wish she was my sister.
But because we are best friends.

Wordly Wise wednesday

"The Tell-Tale heart"
Suspects point of View...

It was late at night, around twelve when I went back for my late-night visit, but its different this time... this time it was an endeavor attempt. I Gingerly (once again) snuck to the door leading to the chamber which lead to the old man, the old man with that eye, that eye i hate. You might say I'm a mad man, well your wrong, I'm no mad man! I was clad in back clothes including my face cover, but yet honestly i don't care if I'm shown, I don't care if you can see me.
After waiting in the hall ways for an hour for the old man to sleep, he finally does well at least i surmised that he did. I push open the whining door, and peak through the door, little by little until i hear... "who's there!?" the old man yelled with a gruesome voice. I quickly jump back to the hallway, the hallway that leads to the chamber, that lead to the old man with that eye, that eye i hate. I wait to hear the old man lay back down, but he stays sitting up in his bed, looking around, but of course because of that eye he couldn't see me peaking through the door, waiting for him to finally fall asleep.
Once another hour slowly passes by the man is peaceful deep sleeping, snoring as load as could be, step by step i get close to him, with my lantern, waiting to see that eye, that eye i hate, one last time. I made a cursory search around the chamber for something i could smother the old man with, i wonder should i electrify him, or should i cut him, causing an abrasion, and let him suffer,so with a grin on my face, i chuckled and i think to myself... that i know this is the night he will succumb.
I slowly but steadily grab the mattress hoping he doesn't wake up, and i push it on his face, and hold it there for a while, waiting for it to end, he grimaces, as he screeches, i am waiting for him to die. I'm glad i didn't hire anyone else to do this, because i know it was inventory, and I'm proud.
The morning after i noticed the police going around from house to house knocking on the door, my stomach started to hurt, and all i could think of was the heart beat of the old man.I simulated that i was fine, when the polices arrived, and they told me that the old mans neighbor heard the screech late at night, around two, and surmised it was someone around here, around your house. i tremble in the inside as I hear the old mans heart beat, going loader and louder, BUM BUM, BUM BUM, BUM BUM, i hear its tearing me up in the inside, its killing me, i think as i finally admit... "FINE FINE IT WAS ME, HERE'S THE BODY ITS UNDER THE FLOOR, RIGHT UNDER THAT CHAIR!" I yell as i point to the chair i was sitting in.

Confession Tuesday

OK so...I have a confession to make... what i was five, my mom refusedto but me a princess diary, which i desperately wanted, so when my mom turned around for a few seconds, going to look at the adult romance books, which I HATED, so i would freak out and run away yelling "EWWWW". OK so back to the point... after my mom stepped away, i snuck over, and grabbed the diary,and kept it away from sight, under my jacket, and walked away following my mom, and big sisters. Yes i know what your thinking, i stole something, witch is illegal, but i was only 5, i didn't know any better. So don't blame me! I still haven't forgotten that day, sometimes its killing me inside, and i feel really guilty, and sometimes i say "Hey, its not my fault, i didn't know any better!" and i forget about it.

Memoir Monday

My Big sister...

My big sister has always been there for me, especially for advise, she always knows what to say. She has changed me, more like helped me, because My biggest sister (Marlaina) helped teach me how to be more organized, and if it weren't for her, i would be a mess, and i wouldn't be able to find any papers in the mess i would call "Binder" like some people, who never got exposed to the organized world...

Thank you Big Sis.

This year i hope to be a better daughter

The loud house, the screaming, the yelling, the undone orders.
Little did i know it was the last month i had.
The news thrown at me too hard, too fast.
My daddy is gone.
This year i hope to be a better daughter, for the only days i have with him.

The good times, the bad times,
the laughs, the tears, we have always shared.

The hitting, and the punching, between my sister and i...
making him furious.

"It takes two to fight" i heard over, and over,
followed by the excuses...
then the tears.

The ship has sailed,
the boat has floated away,
leaving everything, and everyone.
This year i hope to be a better daughter.