My Future

Yesterday’s speaker had some really good information to share about the school she was talking about. It really made me get excited about my future career and made me think about what I would like to do. She told us all about the summer program which I thought sounded really cool and interesting. I would love to have the opportunity to go and see what that would be like and get to practice photography and editing in a college setting. She also mentioned how many school locations there were. I could stay near home or branch out and go somewhere like California. I would like to know more about the photography portion of things seeing as that is what I would like to do as a job. I would enjoy hearing what all equipment there is and what I would get to work with.

In my future I would like to see me with a photography job that let’s me travel all around the world. Seeing things for myself, meeting new people and learning the world through my own eyes. I would love to end up getting married in late twenties and then starting a family. I love kids and can’t wait until I can have my own. I would love to live in a nice house in Oregon and take hikes and live a lovely life with plenty of nature and art involved. I would like to see the world for myself before I put a child into it so I’m able to give them all the advice and stories I can before it’s time for them to start their own life and adventures. I would love my future to hold a family, lot’s of photography, adventures and a life in Oregon.

Painting

With a sudden thud the soft blue paint burst out of the balloon that had been the target of the teenage girl with a handful of darts. Laughter and upbeat music filled the backyard as the friends threw darts at water balloons filled with paint. The day had been fun with clear, cloudless skies and a refreshing swim in the pool. Paint continued to drip from the balloon, looking like the ocean’s waves crashing on the shore. More colors began to fill the canvases creating a world of colors from the blank space.

The sky was a soft black, due to the city wide power outage. The friends had nothing to do now that the city had gone dark, ideas were given but none were chosen until someone suggested that they fill paint in water balloons and hit them with darts. Everyone agreed on that and got the supplies they needed and headed out to the backyard. You could see the midnight sky and the twinkling stars now that the lights were out in the city.

Yellow paint was smeared on the face of one of the girls as she stared with a mischievous smile at her friend. Soon her friend had green pain running down her face. It was then that paint fight had officially broken out. The laughter sounded bright against the dark night like the morning sky. Music blared and paint flew and neighbors grew irritated but endeared by the nonsense reminding them of what it was like when they were stupid teenagers keeping their neighbors up late at night. Candles lit up the scene in a soft glow; paint was everywhere and the friends were covered from head to toe in colors.

One of the girls had slipped away unnoticed but leaving footprints in the green grass. She had slipped around the corner of the house and turned the hose on that resembled a garden snake resting in the mint that grew in her mother’s garden. She quietly stepped over to her friends, and then the laughter stopped and was replaced by shrill screams as cold water poured onto her friends. Birds flew from the trees around them, startled by the abrupt screams. Laughter soon followed as the hose was pulled from the girls hands and pointed towards her. She immediately turned on her heels and ran toward the pool gate and past the swing set that’s colors always reminded her of the forrest. She opened the pool gate and quickly shut it only to have it swing open again. Her friends followed her in but before the cold water could hit her she was in the air for just a second until the water split beneath her feet and splashed on the sides of the pool. She was followed by her friends who all laughed and swam and ignored the lights that had come back on slightly lighting the pool’s water around them resembling a dark seaweed color.

The girls swam until the sun came up, painting the sky orange. The reflection hit the pool illuminating it in the sunrise’s bright colors. They all laid in the pool chairs and once the sun finally rose they all threw on clothes and made a trip to go get breakfast. After they ate they drove home and crashed from the nights lack of sleep. The night wasn’t what they had originally planned but it was infinitely better than they could have thought. Maybe sometimes the most fun you have is when you let fate decide what you’re going to do.

Essence of Spring

The wind blew, tossing the green leaves around

as the yellow sun’s rays filled the sky.

The day had been harvested

near the quiet little field

with the new season near

the essence of spring filled the air

and pale white clouds drifted by

Old Farmer Red’s apple orchard

The orchids lined the delicate path

with cherry colored petals

in Mother Nature’s lovely floral arrangement

and the soft smell of roses drifting through the air

as I walk down this familiar and faded path

seasoned with wild flowers

near old Farmer Red’s apple orchard.

Complimentary Coral

Completely immersed with the soft

Ocean view

Murky grey skies

Paired with blue green waters

Lined up with the soft tan sand

Is my getaway,

My safe haven

Even when the rain pours down as

Night sets in

Telling me it’s time to go in, I sit, not yet

Afraid of the

Raging storm around me, with the wind

Yelling in my ears in an attempt to

Coax me in but,

Only making me want to stay, letting the

Rain drip down my face,

Awakening my soul, oh how

Lovely my little ocean spot is to me.

Danger Zone

It was silent. The wind blew softly in the warm summer air. Rabbits hopped around, lightning bugs slowly began to fade as the night went on. It was a typical mid June night on the quiet cul-de-sac where everyone was fast asleep. Little did they know what was soon to occur. A teenage girl and her friends all around the age of 17 had finally fallen asleep after a day of shopping, swimming, and a rather large movie marathon. One of the girls slowly opened her eyes in the dark room to a slight rattling noise. Her friends stayed asleep oblivious to what their friend was hearing. She sat up and turned on the lamp that was next to her, the light hit one of her friends right in the eyes and she was soon glaring at her friend thinking why in the world would this girl be turning on the lights this late at night. She opened her mouth to express her annoyance when she was signaled by her friend not to talk. By the fear in her eyes, her friend knew something was wrong.

She was motioned to listen and as she did she heard the rattling. It began getting louder and louder. The others were soon awoken and told to listen, although by now it was quite obvious as to what they were supposed to be hearing. The slight rattling had progressed into the dresser mirror shaking against the wall. Soon everything around them was shaking. And then everything happened at once. Car alarms were going off, people were screaming, books were falling off shelves, drawers were shaking open.

The girls all ran to the kitchen hoping that the table could provide some sort of protection. As they ran up the staircase they ran into one of the girls little brother, grabbing him and running they were soon joined by the parents of the girl and young boy. There was so much noise. So many things happening. And as abruptly as the violent shaking began. It stopped. It was the first earthquake the small town had experienced since 1864. No one was prepared, nor did they know what to do besides hope and pray. For they were in the danger zone.

The sun’s rays were floating gently into her room, shining in her eyes waking her, much too soon in her opinion. Although a quick glance at the clock told her it was a little after three in the afternoon. She rolled around a few times looking for the comfort and warmth of her bed only to find stiff muscles and a growling stomach. She finally gave in, picked herself up off the bed and made her way to the kitchen in an attempt to scrounge together enough food to call lunch since her mother had yet to make the short journey to the local grocery store. It was Sunday afternoon, rather warm for a day in mid January, explaining the note left by her family telling her they would be at the park with her little brother and dogs all day and would bring home dinner later that night.

The girl stood in her kitchen staring at the microwave as it began counting down the seconds her leftover chinese food had to cook. It was a lucky find and she was content with her choice. The microwave’s timer got to one and she quickly opened it before the annoying beeping noise could be made. she pulled the plate out, slightly burning her hand before putting it down and grabbing a water for herself. She walked to the living room towards the couch. She gently sat down and attempted to set her plate of yummy looking food on the coffee table to her right but as she did, she didn’t put it far enough on and the plate came crashing down. Her food in a splattered mess on the ground. She immediately regretted her decision to eat in the living room and began to clean up. Once the food was in the trash and the plate in the sink she was determined to find something else for lunch.

With a frustrated slam of a car door she sat in her car defeated by the lack of food in her house. She had around seven dollars in her pocket and a nearly empty gas tank. She began the short drive to get a taco to replace her previous lunch that was rudely brought crashing to the floor by gravity. She ordered her food and drove down the road that would take her back to her house and avoid the traffic that had accumulated. As she drove she rolled down her windows and opened her sunroof playing her music much too loud but enjoying the weather that would be short lived according to the forecasted snow for the next day. As drove the receipt was picked up by the wind and blown into the near by park. Oblivious to that fact she continued on her way home where she enjoyed her meal and then went back to her lazy day in.

Monday morning her alarm went off four times before any progress of getting out of bed was made. She rushed to get ready and get a good parking spot at school which rarely ever happened. She pulled out of her driveway and to school finding a parking spot at the back like usual. Quickly walking into school and in first block right as the bell rang she let out a sigh of relief. Her day was typical, she used clay in ceramics, drew in drawing, ate a simple lunch that she managed not to drop which was something she was happy about. Applied arts she made a handle for the bag she had made and then she walked to her creative writing class. Her teacher had the class take small paper bags outside to look for things to pick up and put in the bag for inspiration. The went to the small park she had driven past the previous day. She saw a small piece of paper rolling across the ground and picked it up. Looking at the receipt it was from where she had gone yesterday and had her order on it.

“That’s where that went.” she mumbled to herself putting it in her bag and walking over to a small sugar packet she saw laying in the grass.

I am...

I am...

I am a mess of brunette wavy hair, falling down my back in tangled curls and bangs constantly in my eyes

I am brown, tired eyes from the unnecessary late nights

I am pale skin that never seems to just tan but to burn then fade

I am sarcasm, and stupid jokes

I am your favorite song, that you can’t help but sing along to

I am your favorite pair shoes, worn and falling apart, holding stories within their seams

I am the campfire burning in the night's air

I am the summer nights spent searching for lightning bugs

I am countless movies and books

I am the hollowed out book resting on my bookshelf, hiding the things I hold close

I am the smell of flowers

I am the waves crashing on the shore of the ocean

I am world that is under the surface of water

I am the curiosity we are all gifted with

I am the late night drives taking you down paths you've never explored before

I am the wind pulling in the dark clouds and the smell of rain

I am the feeling of summer, and the hope for fun times

I am every wish, hope and dream that has passed through my mind

I am the thoughts of college and the worries and hopes I have for the future

I am the poems that I have written in my head but not on paper

I am the late nights with my friends spent laughing until we can’t breathe

I am the people I love

I am the art I create

I am the memories I've made