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).