Cento of Cassidy B. and Shea C.

Follow me through darkness, 

And into the abyss, 

Where reality is gone

And only nightmares do exist.

Stare into my eyes 

Do you see 

The pain 

The suffering 

The wanting for something more? 

Step in for a moment into my shoes. 

You feel that don’t you, what I’m going through? 

Looking at myself 

I see a pitiful girl 

Lost in waves of sorrow 

Not recognizable to the world 

Look deeper and you can see 

You're gone 

Banished 

Forever from my soul 

My past is coming at you on your left and your right. 

Better put up a pretty good fight. 

Shadows will cross our path, 

And try to break us away, 

But just take hold of my hand

And our love will light the way.

Yet, falling for wrongs 

Ignoring the rights 

She looks at the stars 

And weeps into the night 

Does that hurt you so much you can’t take it? 

Come on, I thought ‘if the shoes fit?” 

Do you see it now 

The light fading away? 

Leaving you in darkness 

Alone and astray 

Death can not stop us, 

Because dreams will not die, 

We will not surrender

To the fears that cross our eyes.

Quit telling people how I am 

As you’re looking like a sick, dead lamb

My eyes have got their fill 

Now it's time for you to go 

You are no longer my master 

I thought you ought to know 

She will never be happy 

For sorrow consumes her soul 

She will always be hurt 

As love takes its toll 

It’s my past not yours. 

Keep your mouth on your face, and YOUR shoes on YOUR feet

Hand in hand we walk, 

Past the minions of Hell, 

Never looking back

Into the darkness we once fell.

Go ahead and beg 

plea and pray 

but I'm not looking back 

I am walking away...                          

Pumpkin pie and Sugar rides

Thanksgiving dinner, party after party

Christmas comes, yet another party

Presents and thanks go all around,

Yet you cannot find yourself all the way around

People call you grouchy 

People call you nasty

Is there a way to change around?

Well maybe you can find out!

Pumpkin pie?

Or maybe sugar rides can do the thing?

Maybe sweets and hot chocolate 

Maybe they will sparkle a thing!

Nutcracker?

Carols? 

Or just plain bread?

Hot chocolate might even be red! 

Maybe the colors will lift you up!

Red, green and white! 

No, you say?

Too much Italian or Mexican?  

Come on do not give up!

We will find the right thing to cheer you up!

Look there!

Come over here! 

Look around and take it in! 

Come over here again! 

The candy canes are sweet

They might lift you up!

The gingerbread cookies!

Yes, they might do the trick!

No? 

NO! Alright I guess that it is it

But do not forget, 

Pumpkin pie and Sugar rides

Might also do their thing. 

Forgotten Once

"Table five," she said," you are dismissed. Please grab your connections and backpacks from your cubby." 

Everyone rushed to the cubbies faster than I did. I almost fell. I wanted to get home. I wanted to show mom and dad what I had written today, but the thought of a sister coming did not help me much. My birthday would be coming up soon. Would I get a big party? Or maybe mom will bring cake to school and I can share with my friends! Or maybe she will be too busy with the baby? 

My mom had been getting fat these days and dad said it was my sister coming. Why did my mom eat my sister? 

I was standing on top of the number 5. My shoes were dirty and needed a wash. I was not the line leader, but I was close to the front. I sat on the cold green bench. I hate the cold. It bothered my skirt a lot. I felt like my butt was freezing. I held on tight to my button-down sweatshirt. I could not possibly lose this sweater too- I had already lost about three  sweaters in a year. They all looked the same, how can you expect me to remember which one is mine? The sweater is green, with Camino Nuevo written at the front. EVERY sweater has it! 

Looking at the clock from where I sat, iIt read 3:00, or maybe 12:03, I was still not sure how you read the clock yet. I knew my mom or dad would come soon. I would be able to show them my work and how good I was today. 

Ms.Sandoval stood there. She said hello to the parents and told them how my friends had behaved that day. Ms.Sandoval said Kimberly had done a good job that day. She had, she had helped me color in the animals on the work sheet. Then I saw Ashley leave with her mom. Ashely said something about the animals we learned in class today but I couldn't hear her. One by one, every student and parent left. I was getting jumpy. I wanted to see my mom and my dad. 

I asked Ms.Sandoval what time it was. 3:45 she said. Almost everyone was gone. The only kids left were the intervention kids, who had extra school because they were behind in their classes. We waited a while longer, but soon I was sitting on the brown bench. It was  worse than the green one! It meant you had been forgotten, left alone. Maybe my dad was not going to pick me up? Oh no! Why would they leave me? Did I do something wrong? Was it the bubbles that annoyed them? 

Ms.Susy had called my parents; she called all the parents that were late for us. 

"They said they will be here soon," she said. She told me I could come in to the office and sit on the fluffy green bench. It was not all that bad now. I was inside, safe. Ms.Susy was always nice. I had been in her office several times after I had fallen on the playground. This time she said she was happy I was not bleeding and crying. She gave me some cookies and asked me questions about the day, and about how today I did not walk into her office earlier in the day bleeding or with a bruise.  

She kept talking to me and I stopped feeling bad after a while. It is going to be alright, this will soon pass. 

Forgotten On a Greenn Bench

Sitting and waiting. It is not something I am particularly good at. My green plaid skirt was getting cold. My black shoes were dirty. I should get a new pair. The weather was nasty. It was cold and cloudy. It had been like that all day. When would the sun come? When would the savior rein? I needed to get out of here! Go to a warm, loving space. The walls looked so dull, even though they were yellow. The grey on the stairs did not make it better. The more I looked around the sadder I felt. The green bench was wobbly and the clock seemed to be stuck at 3 o'clock. Looking once more, I found no comfort and looking for a third time did not go any better.

Sitting and waiting. It is not something I am good at. Especially when sitting on the bench for the forgotten and lonely. The more time passed the lonelier I got. It that even a word?! I guess now it is. Now it was time to wait and wait, till the gloom passes away.

Rain

It drips down the window,
It makes the world sad,
But sometimes you smile
Even with the gloom.

You get to sit inside
Cozy and warm
You get to sit inside
Hot coco and more.

It drips down the window
It was the world sad,
But me however
Makes me go mad

I get to stay inside
Let my creativity flow
I get to stay inside
Let my madness grow.

It drips down the window,
It makes the world sad,
But you however
Look not sad, but glad.

You get to sit inside
Play Fifa all day
You get to sit inside
Play video games

It drips down the window,
It makes the world sad,
But some make  the best
And that is why they are at rest.

Down, but up and away

When you shine like the sun

  There is no need for a run                   Aren't just a child that you have grown enough.

     As long as you have hope                Sun. Show the world you    

      As long as you stand tall               Go! Fly and touch the 

        Nothing can go wrong          To a fluffy cloud, go

          You can strive for the sky       Fears and to hold on 

            You can reach up high            And to let go of your 

              Or you can go far and To give it all you got 

         Forget the whole world, It is all up to you 

Bubble:

I came upon

A dull which 

She looked

Blue and green

 

I took her hand 

She blew off the dust

Her working past

Had hints of rust

 

I spied some more

She said no,no

And walked again

And walked away

 

I fished in my pocket

Threw a bottle

And at that moment

She reacted 

 

She turned mean

Began to start

Billions of potions

Moving parts 

 

Gray clouds parted

To seas of blue

Vibrant greens

Of every hue

 

Then it began

To whir and spin

Before I noticed

I was in

 

The sky was bright

A burning sun

From dawn to dusk

In the sky it spun

 

As I explored

Day turned to night

Out came the moon

A wonderful sight

 

As twilight faded

I lay down to rest

A peaceful dream

This place was the best

 

I awoke the next morning

To a terrible sound

A man had been killed

He lay dead on the ground

 

Nobody came

No tracks in the mud

Three holes in his chest

And a not a clue how

Lightning crackled

Thunder roared

A shiver shot through

My spinal cord

 

A storm was coming

Once more to reign

To bring sadness, sorrow,

Feelings of pain

 

I thought as the rain

Poured from the skies

What seemed like beauty

Was sorrow in disguised

 

Another day passed

And soon a week

A month a year

No track to keep

 

Each day spent

Full of new mistakes

Disasters and bruises

Lives at stake

 

This day I speak of

In 65' 

The day I set

This monster free

 

Was eighteen years

Ago today

But I don't look back

On it with dismay

 

For during my stay

I came to see

That though I set

A monster free

 

It came as a package

A two for one with

The shining moon

And the burning sun

 

For every frown

A smile appeared

For every laugh

A matching tear

 

A yin A yang

A balanced scale

For every win

An equal fail

Time is up

And time to change

The rules are different 

Now balance will go way

What to do?

Sometimes you just do not know what to do

You see him with her 

And something breaks you down

Sometimes you just do not know what to do

Everyone questions how you got those scars

But you still cannot think of a witty response

You bite into the pillow that has muffled your screams,yet

Everyone questions how you got those scars

If he just knew what you felt

If he just knew the three words you want him to hear

Maybe if he just smiled, you'll be well

Maybe if he just knew it would make you well

The Shadow

Light and dark meet again

There is no turning back now.

I turn my head and fear the shadow.

That shadow that follows you were ever you head. 

You look down and hope to be able to breath.

Knowing that one look will take the breath away. 

Hoping and praying that once it is over you will go back.

That does not happen here.

Nobody goes back to normal after one look.

You are frightened and cannot sleep,

And they follow you into your dream. 

Haunt you and become a requiring nightmare.

Alice in Horrorland

"So much is wrong. My life is being torn apart. I have a duty to my family. I have to bring them the honor my dear cousin, that rests in peace, would  have brought them. I need to take this chance and change the world in a positive way. If I fail I might be disowned. I cannot let that happen." 

Season

Orange, black, and grey. 

What do those say? 

A spooky season? 

Or another reason? 

Pumpkins are smiling, 

They are beguiling. 

Cats black and grey, 

In a nice array. 

Candy corn and others  

Worst night mare for mothers

Green came too.

I had no clue. 

Witches and goblins,

All at Dobrins. 

Vampires and ghosts,  

Always the hosts. 

Green,orange, black and grey.

What do those say? 

Witches, vampires, goblins, ghosts

Always the hosts.

A sheet as white as snow

I took a sheet, as white as snow

I took pen and drew a person

I took the sun to make him glow.

But instead it worsen.

I took a sheet, as white as snow

I took a pencil and I drew a child

I took the ocean to make him flow

He took it and smiled. 

I took a sheet, as white as snow

I took a crayon and drew a boy

I took a video game to make him a game show 

But instead he became a toy.

I took a sheet, as white as snow

I took my heart and drew you

You made me a puppet show

But I got through.

Soul Mates

You're in my heart, 

I know that we will never part. 

You are the one for me,

My heart beats deeply for you.

I know you love me, 

You know that I love you.

You gave me your heart and soul, 

I put happiness into them.

You filled up my soul with your love,

And you washed away my sadness and fears.

You also wiped away my lonely tears. 

Although we fight and disagree,

We fall apart and say mean things. 

But your love for me is true.

When our lips connected there was a spark.

And we both knew what came next. 

You're my soul mate.

You're the one that touched my heart and soul.

Wouldn't you know it's you that it was true love?

Adapted from: Mendy S. Gagnon

Heartache

I don't know why 

But I want you back.

I've cried over you

Oh so many times but,

Yet you are the one I want . 

There is just something 

About you I cannot let go, 

And my heart is drawn to you.

I miss your hugs, the late night texts

But most of all I miss you.

How do I love thee?

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

I love thee from night to day.

I love thee from planet to moon.

I love thee from dawn till noon. 

I love thee from star to sun.

I love thee from a mile run. 

I love thee from my smile to yours.

I love thee from all out doors. 

I loved thee from morning till night,

But now all is a fright. 

The Bamboo

Bamboo is flexible

Bamboo is green

Bamboo is pretty 

Bamboo can be mean

Bamboo can be small

Bamboo can be large

It can grow in a farm 

It can grow in the garage

Bamboo is flexible

Bamboo is green

But don't forget it is always pretty

 

Sad

Stupid. 

That is what they all are. 

I hear that from everyone that knows them. 

Walking down the hallway, stupid is the word I hear. 

They walk like they are clones. 

They dress like they are clones.

They even talk like they are clones.

Are they clones?

Dumb.

Dumb is another word for them. 

I hear that about them all the time. 

Walking past them makes me see they are dumb at site. 

They stomp on everyone in their way. 

They shove everyone in their way.

They are mean to everyone.

Are they evil at heart?

They do as told by other people. 

They do as other people want them to be.

They do as boys tell them too. 

Are they followers?

They get pushed around by mothers.

They get pushed around by "friends."

They get push around by themselves. 

Why?

Sad. 

Sad is what I hear when talking to my mom. 

She feels sorry for them for not being their own person. 

That is what I think when I am doing my own thing. 

The Lonely Star

Lost in the confusion

One that understands everything

Never talks to anyone outside of their group 

Especially to the young and reckless

Lost in the crowd

You

Shines in the day

Takes in the energy 

Adores to be the focus

Remains lit in the night

Holiday

It is always cold

Sometimes snows

Always rains 

Never causes pain

With red, green, and white 

It is always a delight

Family and friends

Sometimes boyfriends 

Giving and getting 

It is never upsetting 

The Soccer Game

        I was never the sporty kind. I did play here and there, but never liked being it teams. It was mostly because my cousins played all the sports and because they were the best. 

The ONLY soccer game I ever attended was the worst game ever! I liked watching, but when my cousins would get mad, I would turn and walk away. 

They were not doing so well as a team. They were down by a couple of points, but it was almost the end of the game. I thought they would lose, but they did not.

Thank god they did not lose, because if they had they would have killed me!

I did not mean to hit anybody with my shoe, but it happened. Luckily it was someone from the other team, which caused their team to win. Thank god is all I can say! 

Everyone new I did not know how to kick a ball, did not know how to play soccer, or anything besides basketball at that point, but they still managed to kick the ball towards me! 

Are you kidding me?! That was all I could think of! I am not even in the team uniform! 

"Pass the ball back!" the kids yelled. 

"No. It is fine," said the referee, " we have another one!"

And he threw a new ball onto the grass. They started playing again, but I really wanted to kick the ball back into the game. 

Silly me! I shouldn't have. 

I stood in front of the ball and kicked it with everything thing I had inside. Wish I hadn't! The ball flew in the air, and sadly my shoe along with it.

"Ouch!" yelled a kid and fell to the ground. 

Oh no! I had hit a kid with my shoe. What wasI to do! The kid got back up and kept playing the game, but it was a little too late to get his head in the game. The game was over and my cousin had hit the final goal. 

I did not get killed by my cousin, but she did had me my shoe back and said,

"Next time, hit the goalie. He needs a good bang on the head." 

                   

The "Sister" Thing

I was excited until I saw her. I really wanted a sibling, but a boy. A baby brother! NOT a sister! Why a sister?!

I had been wondering where my mom was all day! Did she leave fore work? Had she done shopping? I did not know. 

"Dad? Where is mom?" I asked.

"She is at the doctors'," he answered. 

I wanted to know what mom was doing at the doctors', but I did not ask. Hours passed and I was home with dad with nothing to do. We played games until noon and suddenly the phone rang! 

"She is on her way!" someone exclaimed over the phone. 

And after that, dad and I ran out the door. 

I had no idea what was going on! I was a home playing games and suddenly I was at a hos-pi-tal, dad called it. Dad asked the lady in the high desk where mom was. I am not sure what the lady did. I could nearly see her desk fro where I stood.

We waited a while and then we went into a room. 

"MOM!" I yelled. 

"Shhh," she said,"the baby is asleep." 

Dad brought the baby to my level. What was this thing? I was looking at her like some sort of mutant alien! 

I had heard my parents talking about a baby, but I had never seen one like this. It was weird. 

Later on they explained to me that I was going to be a big sister and would care for the little baby. But so far, after 11 years, I still do not find the caring part they were talking about! 

Freckles

Dots. Periods.

Polka dots. Brown dots.

That is what people always thought about my freckles.

They did not know what to call them.

Sun spots. Spots.

Always something different. Always suppose to be an insult.

Banana face?

I have already heard that.

Freckles!

Yes. That is what they are, and what they forever will be.

Yes. That is what is on my face, and that is where they will remain.

Freckles. 

Pink Pointe Shoe

"Yes!" 

I couldn't wait until tomorrow. It was going to be the best day ever! 

"Hurry! We are going to be late," yelled my mom. 

I was finally in the dance after-school program I wanted to be. 

"Do you want to be on time?" 

"Yes,yes I am going" 

It was day I was getting my ballet things. The class required a pair of pink ballet slipper, a black leotard, pink tights and a hairnet for my bun. 

I had to get everything today, or else I would not be able to take my placement test. 

I rushed out of the apartment, ran down the stairs, and flew out the main door into the car. It was a long drive the dance store and my mom had made an appointment with someone from the store to help me choose what to get for the class. 

I was overwhelmed. I couldn't believe it! Finally! Finally, this day had come! 

My mom went into the store with me and as I walked in...I lost it! 

There were leotards in every color, ballet shoes in every color too! Pancake tutus, romantic tutus and almost everything I had ever imagined in a ballet store! It was a dream come true.

I went crazy and got almost everything from the store, apart from what I could only hold in my arms. Suddenly, my mom popped my bubble. 

"Here you go. These are the right size," the woman said. 

Again, I remembered I was not here for fun and to buy costumes. I was here for a pink  ballet shoes, pink tights, and a black leotard. 

I smiled at the woman and  asked about pink ballet shoes. She smiled back and took me to the back room. 

There in that dark room, was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen! There were dancing shoes of every type! The ones that caught my attention were the pink pointe shoes in the back. They were the only ones. I was crazy about them! And wanted them really badly!! However, the woman gave me beginners shoes and took me back to the main store to pay. 

I walked out of that room wanting to dance ballet professionally and on pointe. I could tell the cashier had seen my face and knew what I wanted, because she asked me if I had liked them. I said yes and at that moment she reached into a box behind the counter and handed me a small key chain with a pink pointe shoe. 

"May your wish come true," she said. 

The photo-booth

  I was really excited about being back with my aunt and uncle. I had missed the, so much!

  I had grown up with them and nothing would stand in the way of spending time with them. Although I don't remember much about them; I loved me still.

  Sitting at the pizza place all together is the best thing I have done my whole trip. They even let me choose the pizza! I couldn't have been more excited than there.

  My mom and dad were happy because we were a,l together again, but my sister was not thrilled. She was born in LA and didn't know my aunt and uncle, but that didn't stop her from hating them. I think she disliked them because they mostly cared about me, but after a while she smiled and got along just fine.

  We had a great time at dinner and we even stay until the place closed. W had lost track of time during our meeting. We did not want to leave without something to remember our meeting and short period reunion, but we didn't know what to do.  Started walking out of the restaurant, when suddenly we saw it.

  The Photo-booth! 

  That photo-booth was going to be out memory.

  My aunt and uncle insisted on having two shots of me and my sister and one with all of us in it.

  The 1st time wasn't that great. My sister and I had good shots, but when my mom and aunt got in the picture it failed. Luckily my dad and uncle seemed to have a clue of what to do and that shot looked good!

  We tried again for my mom and aunts sake, but it still failed. My dad and uncle, on the other hand, were perfect once more!

  Some pictures might not be the best, might look nasty, but the nastier the picture, the better the memory.