Deaf

Deaf. Hard to wrap your finger around this simple word. Just envision not being able to hear or talk as well as you could . Deaf. A loss for the people who really are deaf. What can we do to help them? The question will haunt me forever, that is true. Deaf. This is the word that most people don't think about. Why you may ask? Well, not matter how self - centered it may sound the fact is that we don't care. When we think about it all we want to do is help. But when we don't think about it it's like a memory we never really think about but is always truly there. Deaf is just a minimal word but can mean so many things.

Abuse

The tears dropped onto my swollen hands. I had been holding back these tears all day and I finally could let then out where no one would see me. My feet were sore and the bruises were multiplying day by day. He had left an impact on my life. For though it seemed like just minutes before that he had hit me, it was really a week ago that he last abused me. Once you're abused there isn't one day when you don't feel the pain laid upon you.
The tears come more rapidly now and increasingly turn into a sob. I had done nothing to deserve this. My parents hadn't loved me but I didn't expect them to sell me away to a devil of man. From the first day I had set foot in his house he had set his eyes on me. I had done everything that he had asked and never once complained to him about my sleeping arrangements, in the vegetable cellar. Hadn't brought up the fact that he cooked like someone who hadn't ever seen a kitchen. I was a sport; someone who could stand up to mean girls at my old school, or say it was nothing when I got hit with a soccer ball. But the one thing I could not stand up to was verbal and physical abuse. So tears. Some say this is a sign of weakness but I say it is a sign of showing your emotions. -- blog

?? (2)

The tiny pitter patter on the window wakes me from my dream. I quickly get up and look out the window. The dark of the night elopes around and makes me want to run out and scream my name over and over again. Just think…. I am not alone in what I am feeling. Snow, rain, wind, tornado, hurricane, tsunami, any form of harm can make me nervous. No, not nervous for myself but for everyone else who lives on the street. Homelessness in the United States is very common. Most people will explain again and again to me that homeless people are ONLY the people who live out on the street and have no home. But what could I say to that , you may ask; for most think that I agree. No, not only do I disagree but I also will fight against it. Homelessness to me is having no one love you or having no one care for you. Anyone could ask ;why do you even care? But I ask, How could you not care? The soft pitter patter on the window gets louder and I leisurely make my way back to the bed. I quietly sit and conclude that I need to go back to bed. These questions not only haunt me for the rest of the night but for the rest of my life. -- blog

??

Questioning yourself about anything; everything. Why are you here with this person, why did you blurt out the secret to everyone, why are you here in this world? Questions that haunt people till they die. Yet do they still haunt people even when we think they are put to rest? Haha, yet another question that can be answered. Of course many scientists or smarty pants people could look up all these questions and come up with simple answer. But think, do you really want a simple answer?? Do you want something you are not satisfied with? Questions? What do they really mean?

Darkness

The dark night is evoking all around you. You can't make it stay in it's place. You are terrified of it looking you in the eyes and smiling the devilish smile you only see to often. You want to fall asleep, dreaming of short nights and long days. You hear the dark whispering in your ear so terrifyingly. You can hear it's menacing voice; shortly after hearing it's laughter rumble out of it's body. Then tears slowly run down your cheeks and you taste your tears in your mouth. You sit like this the entire night, till morning arrives. The darkness slowly leaves your room. You feel at peace and for the rest of the day you will; till night approaches again.

Snow Day

The cold is biting at your legs as you trudge up the hill one more time. Hop on the slide and and tumble down the hill. Plop! Flat; face first into the snow. Frost bite, snow down your boots and snow in your hair. Yet; you still trudge up the hill again and again just to enjoy the feeling of a snow day. Snow day can mean so many things that most don't understand. Some of the things I think about are cold, snow, hot chocolate, movies, blankets, friends. Oooo yeah and you can't forget the shoveling. But you don't care. You are happy to be off school and enjoy the time away. That is what a snow day means to me.