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Thinking Back

Written for the people who have lost a good friend but never held a grudge. Ten minute poem by me (a person that never writes poems). Ever. (0.0)’

Thinking Back 

Some would say “I’m sorry.”

Most would say “I’m glad!”

But I can’t agree with either

Because I enjoyed the time we had

But if I seem disappointed

It’s only because I’m sad

That differences between us

Made these feelings seem so bad.

Thinking of the future

I never would have thought

That the friend I thought so much of

Could make me feel distraught.

Although times are hard

I thought that I would say

Go ahead and have your own life

Because I live in the day

But if I seem disappointed

It’s only because I cared

Remembering all the times

And memories, we shared.

I really hope things are merry

So pleasant and so swell.

You never thought to think of

The life you made a hell.

Some would say “good riddance!“

The others think much less

But I can’t agree with either

Because I enjoyed the whole darn mess.

A Little About Myself

                                         The Life and Times of Brandy Cox                                                              

     Brandy Cox is one of the many seventeen year-old girls, living in Yucca Valley, California. She was birthed in Los Angeles on a day upon which the sun desired to shine no longer, repulsed at the excretion of such a creature; the people cowered in their homes from the intense fear of the unknown and the overwhelming want to tear their organs from their fleshy human husks. Coming into the world as a human infant, she struggled with breathing, and, after a few long tedious minutes of horrid rescuing procedures, the doctors began to hear faint wheezing. On that day, flowers everywhere rotted, smiles faded, and the stars shined a tad duller than before.

     Brandy, while growing up, developed a passion for film production and animation deep within her. Often, she would often be more fascinated by the deleted scenes and reviews than the story itself. Knowing of this love and passion, her small black hole of a heart that barely managed to beat every three or so minutes grew ten sizes larger; studying art and practicing drawing augmented her abilities. Brandy started to learn from her friends and family about how to get into the art business; adding upon and feeding off of this information and storing it, never to be seen by any human- or ‘thing’ for that matter, until the proper time. The subject of the current analysis became adept in overcoming obstacles in her life, one of which was when she noticed that every time she looked at a toddler or infant child, he/she would burst out into tears and flee. She quickly learned not to look infants in their eyes and continued on with her sad excuse for a child’s life. She even learned not to regurgitate her lunch at the thought of human existence and the willful ignorance therein, but to enjoy the humor of it all.

     After starting freshman year in high school, Brandy learned that her mother had stage four out of five breast cancer. This seemingly infectious problem made her very depressed and angry, which made concentration on schoolwork difficult. Her grades seemed to vanish, like a star vanishes into the vast universe, sickly, with it’s last ounce of hydrogen, it implodes, dissipates, and is never to be seen again.  This crushed her dreams of going to college due to her Grade Point Average, which was obviously too low for any four year colleges. Her consistent sadness made mundane obstacles worse and harder to conquer, so she retreated to her cave-like bedroom everyday and eventually developed insomnia. She believes that her only hope is to enlighten the world with her secret graphic novel that she has been mustering up beneath her scaly skin, use it as a portfolio for college and continue on invading peoples minds.

     Brandy believes that once her comic is created, everyone will loose their minds, become schizophrenic/paranoid by believing that everything is a conspiracy, and begin bleeding out of their ears from unknown reasons. This, at times, makes her worried that publishing such an abomination will be dangerous and may likely cause mass hysteria. However, She wants to continue on with her journey in the name of science. Brandy looks forward to knowing the outcome and will share it with any survivors willing or perhaps, not willing to know.

     In the future, she believes that quite a few people will know her name and her story of greatness, and the reason why there is a large piercing feeling in their frontal nasal cortex, as she hides within her living premises, creating another story to enlighten the human race with. As an artist, she will never meet her goal (always trying to become better at art than what she currently is). She will struggle for acceptance from the people that hate her for creating such comics- and of course, the ones revolting at her door, demanding an antidote for their headaches. She doesn’t want children and the family that she grew up with will be hidden with aliases and shipped off to Mexico. One way or another, she believes that her life will be bizarre.

*An essay written for my English 12 teacher, Mr. Brown*

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Just A Thought

     I have seen quite a few people on here sharing what they have done while they are participating in an institutional program. 

     My proposition is that I will share what I have done in school on this blog. I am not much of a blogger but I do enjoy to write. It seems to be getting more and more addictive so maybe I will just have to infect your Dashboards with what I have written in the past and maybe some to come. 

You will notice errors. Many of them. A lot of them are a result of laziness and others are from lack of knowledge. Perfection isn’t what I am trying to prove, what I want to show is my improvements over time. *sigh* 

So I might just forget all about it and leave this empty, again. But you know that. Yep! Go ahead and expect it…. 

Hopefully I will surprise you and actually post something. Right now I am utterly blind in one eye and the other just sucks!