I need?

"Do you want hot chocolate?" she asked
"No" was the response.
"Do you want a cinnamon roll?"
"No" was once again the response.
I want two little legs running around the counter. The little pitter patter of feet as I chase the one year old girl. Little giggles reach my ears as she says no over and over again.
I want the red-headed four year old that runs around like a maniac rolling and sumersaulting on our furniture. When I ask for a 'sammy hug' he squeezes the life outta me.
I want the little "meow" I get when I say "Hi" to the brown incredibly long haired girl.
I want my older brothers teasing grin when I get home from school on a Friday afternoon.
I want the little kiss randomly on my arm from the flaming red haired girl.
I want the "Boo!" I get in Facebook chat when my sister-in-laws sitting in the same room as me.
I want the 2:00 a.m. Risk games and the endless chats about the characters in books with my same name.
I want my house to be filled once again with all of those fourteen people whom I love more than anything....

Black Lace

My story has been moved to this website- http://jojorex.blogspot.com/ -because it is getting too long to be on my blog...please read it and make comments about what you think:)

my metaphor for life.

It lays there blank and plain. Black lines running across it. Trying to make my mind think of something to put down.
My pencil rolls over the sheet of blank paper. Something finally strikes my mind, I pick up the pencil and start to write it down, words flowing out of my pencil. Then I make a mistake I turn my pencil around, rubbing my little eraser through my mistake. I rub so hard my paper rips the rip in my paper tears more and gets bigger as I get smaller.
Tumbling and falling through the rip, that's a gaping hole now, into my metaphor for life.
I'm thrown through the different images that I created with my pencil. I'm crying one second and laughing the next it's like being on a roller coaster or swimming in a lake that changes into a creek and then a river.
You just follow the water never knowing when it's going to run dry and leave you in a desert with no life source. So you walk for miles then suddenly some water appears and you start following it again. But there's rocks and boulders that want to take you under so you have to work extra hard to get over them. Then once you do you're in clear water again that's easy flowing and slow going, you're in a lake.
You know in the back of your mind though that this won't last for long and you will eventually end up in the desert again.

Locked Up

Gazing at the gap do I go or stay?
Everyone questions whether or not to stay but no one has ever left.
Is it worth it to try for freedom?
They say no one will stop you.
I sneak quietly up to the fence deciding my fate, regardless of what they say I'm afraid. I slowly crouch down and stick my head through the gap.
I hear footsteps running towards me people shouting "No!" over and over again but I'm already half way through. "I can't stop " I think as I start to pull the rest of myself through.
SNAG!
"Oh no" I whisper.
I wiggle around trying to get loose someone grabs my foot.
I'm loose I shake them off my foot successfully and I RUN TO FREEDOM!

Whit wrote this one.....P

You are the blackest of all PANTHERS.
In a coat of PERFECTion and distraction.
My PARAMOUR of lies. But you live in
the way that a PAINTING draws
a story. One layer at a time PHASEs of untruth.
You lead me so far out until the
PATH is lost forever.

Dee....

Danger comes closer
as my
Destiny closes in on me.
Shutting me into
Darkness
that
Drains the energy from my soul.
I search for a Definition of why
my soul is
Dilapidated.

Whit and I's attempt at a poem like Michelle's.....

This is where we wrote it first on a table.
I TRY to pull my TOOTH with a TELEVISION by dropping it from a TREEHOUSE.
But my teacher was TESTing me on the TANGO.

These are some poems i wrote last year in creative writing...

I Am
I am an outgoing friend who loves fun!
I wonder what life is like through other peoples eyes
I hear fun echo through my house
I see emotions ripple through my friends
I want to live life to its fullest
I am an outgoing friend who loves fun!
I pretend to know what I'm doing
I feel like I'm fighting a losing battle
I touch air
I worry that I'm not good-enough
I cry for yesterday
I am an outgoing friend who loves fun!

Prejudice Poem
Just because I'm a blonde
1. Doesn't mean I'm dumb
2. Doesn't mean I'm stupid
3. And doesn't mean I'm bright
Just because I'm a blonde
1. Doesn't mean I'm smart
2. Doesn't mean I'm a genius
3. And doesn't mean I'm clever
Just because I'm blonde
1. Doesn't mean I'm a cheerleader
2. Doesn't mean I'm a prep
3. And doesn't mean I can't finish sentences
Just because I'm like you know
1. Don't you know I don't like the stereotype?
2. Don't you know people think I'm dumb?
3. Don't you know I may not be that smart?
Just because I'm blonde

Sausage Poem
FunnY YelloW WilD Demons
RuN NexT TO Ostriches
ArounD DA AppleS!

Free Verse
It's quiet.
There's silence ringing in my ears.
It's not always a bad thing to be alone.
But right now, right after he left with her.
It hurts.
No ones home, no ones home.
Not one here to silence my tears that keep coming unasked.
I have to get through it alone.
I can't believe he left me to be with her.
So alone I go through this all?
You know they say 1 is the loneliest number, but that's not always true just right now it is.
HERE I STAND ALONE.

Free Verse
My legs are shaking.
I'm suddenly weak at the knees.
I don't understand.
When you said no.
That's when this feeling came.
I feel sick to my stomach.
Now I'm shaking all over.
I don't understand.
When you lied to my face.
I tried to understand.
When you said I'm busy.
I wanted to burst into tears.
My eyes are stinging.
I don't understand.
When you said sorry.
I said all I want is a friend.
Now I can feel the tears unchecked running down my face.
My vision's blurry now.
I don't understand.
You thought I would.
And now all the energy has been drained from me.

Diamante Poem
Earth
Rough, Green
Twisting, Turning, Circling
Dirt, Planet, Wind, Oxygen
Swirling, Breathing, Moving
Clear, Clean
Air

Found Poem
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
My mistress's eyes are nothing like the sun
Which in the clover dwell
He says again 'Good fences make good neighbors'
And nobody not even the rain has such small hands
Now my soul has grown deep like the rivers and so cold
Had anything been wrong we should certainly have heard
In silence the heart raves it utters words
Hold fast to dreams
RAGE! RAGE! Against the dying of the light!
Go towards eternity
I shall but love thee better after death
Oh Captain, My Captain our fearful trip is done the ship has weathered every rack!

Opposite Poem
Quiet, Peaceful, Graceful, Majestic, Beautiful
Gardens, Heaven, Churches
Life
Bars, Vegas, Gambling
Noisy, Loud, Rough, Gross, Ugly

Apology Poem
This is just to say
I'm sorry I stole
That friendship
It just looked like you needed some.

And which
You were probably
Saving
For someone better.

Please don't regret it
It was so fun
So nice
And so good for both of us.

Love?
I love you
It's a simple phrase
But it doesn't always mean
Deep stuff
Like true love
To me
And my friends
It means
You watch each others backs
Always there for each other
Never hurting each other
Something to lean on
During hard times
Getting through struggles
And getting through the bumps
And dead ends in the road
Even when boys dump you
We will always be there
For each other
Never failing
At what we do
It's sort of a simple love
But it means something to us
We love each other
And we will hold on for each other!

Guardian Devil?
You make me feel sad
Always behind my back
Watching my mistakes
Picking me up when I fall
Are you my Guardian Devil?
I don't get it though
You clean up after me
You watch my back 24/7
Are you a ghost?
But I don't ever see you
Do these things
How?
I just don't understand
Why you do this for me
You would take a bullet for me
And you have in a sense
I hope you're not hurt
I worry about you
You're getting to old for this
Let me take care of you
Don't worry
I'm watching your back now
You were my Guardian Angel
I understand now
Thanks Mom

Tears

Stumbling
Falling
Trying not to
Let the tears go
Trying to move on
To not feel anymore
Tears

*shrug*

It slowly descends on me
As my vision gets hazy...

At heart...

It's more than just being you.
It's something special.
It's something you're apart of as a whole.
It's joking and laughing.
It's crazy sometimes,
But you still make it through.
Then people come and watch you.
You get a standing ovation.
That's when you realize
Your accomplishment as a group.
And it's just worth it....

Return

Intently looking at her paper
As the scripture marker runs across it,
Scribbles follow.
Her brother hugs her from behind
Contently sitting on their fathers lap.
The cups are passed down their row.
She takes one with her right hand and drinks the water.
Drool escapes her lips
As she puts it back.
Giggling she whispers
daddy...

Swing

The drums start and you grab his hands
He pulls you into Cuddle
Then you're swung out
As he lets go of your hand
You spin in circles till he pulls you into a dip
He quickly brings you up
To start you in Cuddle once more
You're swung out again
And then pulled into him to lean
Then you jump to his knee
Once, Twice
He bounces you right off his knee
Onto the floor where you land
To start once more...in Cuddle

Dancer

Gliding gracefully across the floor
Never faltering
Evenly, smoothly
You watch a stream of emotions cross her face
As she starts moving swiftly across the stage
Lights brighten
The crowd gasps
As she ends
On her knees

Scenery

Scenery
I see the scene laying before me
Questions flying through my mind
My gaze is steady as i wonder why,
Why it hurts so much when it's supposed to feel good?
Why do tears come to my eyes as I think about it?
Why?

Prologue to Black Lace

Destiny is a strange word to me now, it means an event or course of events that will inevitably happen in the future, which to me seems obsolete.
At one point and time I thought I had a destiny, a destiny to be in the army like my father. I looked up to my father very much unlike my brother, who hated him for dying and leaving my mother alone to care for us and Grandma Smith.
Marriane Williamson once said
"Our greatest fear is not that we are inadequate, our greatest fear is that we are powerful beyond all measure."
I once felt powerful beyond all measure, but it sickens me now to think about it. Especially now that I have no destiny to see before me here in this asylum they have put me in.
No destiny and a loathing of power.

Paint
Bruised & Broken
Inside,
Is how I feel
As I paint my
Face
Covering the hurt
I feel
Hiding my sorrow
And pain
From the world
I Paint
Slowly filling in
The holes
Waiting to heal
Wanting
To feel better
She Paints

The Green Books!

Okay!
So my favorite books as lots of you probably know are the Betsy Brannon Green books. I saw on her website that her new book came out just recently and so i thought i would just stick her website on here for you people.
www.betsybrannongreen.net

BLOG!

Guess what?!?!
I have a freakin blog! You probably know that since your on here but i think its so AWESOME!
So uh...that's pretty much all i have to say. Other than this is my first post and i'm just so excited!