65 roses

(this was a narrative poem i had to write for school,but i sorta fell in love with it =) )

Warm sunny day, me digging my toes into the sand,

You licking an ice cream cone.

Your voice waving in the warm summer wind,

Singing my favorite song.

As mom’s piano music drifted around us,

You promised me you would be okay.

Even as you coughed, and struggled for air you smiled.

I held onto that promise.

When I stepped into the unforgiving room clutching your teddy bear,

I saw the tubes tethering you; it broke my heart knowing I couldn’t help you.

Why, I asked, as we drew roses on your notebook.

All you said was, God has a plan.

Day after day, Hour after hour, I watched you.

You never lost the smile though,

Breathe after breathe, cherishing each one.

Handful of pills every day.

We lay hands over you,

Begging god for Mercy to save you.

Fear shakes through me, but you grasp my hand

And tell not to fear, but to trust.

These same 4 walls we look at,

The same old news we receive.

15 years old, and 3 Months to live.

I sit numb. My own brother May not live to get married.

As we sat on the beach,

A sudden thought came upon me,

This is the first time being here since you have gotten sick.

The waves crashed on the rocks, the clouds rolling, I sit back relaxed, actually thinking it may be okay now.

Back at the hosipital, we didn’t stay out for very long.

I see your thin chest rising with each breathe,

Your voice so thin.

Reality hits, I realized that God may take home another angel, It may not be now but it is soon.

I grasp your hand, never letting go.

Doctors are confused,

They don’t know the next step.

Nurses shake their head in grief.

You say you’re strong, that they are just underestimating you, but honestly you won’t tell people the pain.

I sat in my room today,

Looking at my walls pasted with memories.

Picture perfect memories, tears spilled.

I remember when we would sit out in the summer sun, breathing in the grassy smell.

I want to know, I need to know.

Why does this disease take so many?

I wish I could give you a day when you could breathe like me. Run, jump, dance.

Code blue. Those 2 words echo in my head.

Sadness stings my heart as another parents has lost there kid, Doctors are baffled.

The warm smell of Chicken nuggets came up from my plastic bags.

I saw Doctor.Henery standing out your room,

Food splattered around me, tears flooding my eyes.

I can hear crying through the walls of your room, the hurt on the nurses faces.

Words can change a life. Breathe easy now, because now you breathe like me.

Words can change a life, 2 words changed mine.

Cystic Fibrosis.

I will never forget that day(W.C)

I will never forget the day I picked up that peice of paper. Who Knew such simple words hurt people so much? the words read:
One who read this,is the true chosen person
~J.R P.
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My name is Tyler,Tyler Maren. I live in a small town in main,population? 30. six of those people are my own family too. There's not much to do so it's not my fault i went snooping around Mr.Oswald's home. Everyone knows in the town of Brindsfield that he is a Creep. I mean there was that case in 2007 where little 7 year old boy,Mikey,went to Mr.oswald's house to sell cookies and never came back. Nobody ever arrsted him,not enough evidence. They never did find Mikey...

Somebody told me Mr.Oswald went out of town for the week,it was a perfect oppertunity. I'm not sure what i was thinking at the time,guess i wasn't. But as i walked tht familiar paved road up to his small house,flashbacks flashed through my mind. I shook the horrors out of my brain.
Plants were overgrowing onto the sidewalk and the porch was cracking and falling apart.
"go figure,the house is over 80 years old." I said to myself.

I jiggled the handle on the door. Locked. I went around back through those same familar bushes,that smell. Smell of day old lasanga. Once i got through that jungle of bushes i stepped to the back door and tried opening it. Ha-ha! unlocked. I stpped in,oh god. that smell,that smell that i smelled far too often. It choked me and i gagged and got sick on the floor. Oh well.

The house was old and dusty. I walked around for a bit in the dim light,then i saw it. Something my eyes could never unsee,that same sight i saw for so long.

Yellow star

Dear diary, June 14^th 1935

Hello! I think I should start by introducing myself,I am Rebecca alon! I live in Berlin, with my mum, pop and sister Anna. It is June of 1935, warm and sticky day out too! Mum had me run to the grocery, but it was so hot and going across street corners are scary for a Jewish person like me.You see, Adolf hitler, the chancler of Germany Hates us Jewish people. So we have to wear yellow stars around, we don’t have Jewish stores anymore. I hate it! I use to go to school with my best friend,Lina,But we can’t anymore for she is not Jewish.

I wish we could move to America,Lina always talks about how happy her brother is in America.

Pop says we are fine in Germany. I herd though that hitler is building Death camps all over Europe. I hope that is false…

I must go now,mum had called me to help serve supper.

For now,

Rebecca Alon

June 16^th,1935

Dear diary,

Wow yesterday was amazing!

After lessons,I met this young man,peter, he is jewish too and lives only a few minutes away!

He is so kind. Then he called me up after supper this is how our conversation went!

Peter:hullo Rebecca

Me: Hi peter! (don’t I sound so silly?)

Peter: would you like to come over for supper on Friday night? My parents would like to meet you.

Me: oh yes,that would be lovely. I’ll come over at 5,is that alright?

Peter: yes,I must go now. Goodbye!

Me: bye!

I can’t wait to go! I told Anne and she was so happy for me,her being 2 years older(she is 17),already has a beau. He is alright,kinda awkward and shy. His name is Harry. But I can’t believe that Peter may actually like me. I havn’t told Mum,she would be furious. Mum and I don’t agree on a lot,But that is life I guess. Mum treats me like a small Mädchen,But i’m not! I am 15 years old. Speaking of mum,she just came in and told me i must go to sleep. I think i should name my diary,hmm what shall i name you?

Untill next time,

Rebecca alon

June 18^th,1935

Dear Mumu,

I have decided to name you mumu!

Friday night was amazing! For supper,they served fresh Challah served with Roasted Lamb and Veggies.

Peter and I went out to his porch and talked for a great deal of time,then came in and talked with his parents. His parents are very kind,just like peter. His father is the Rabbi at our local Synagogue.

My night took a turn for the worst though as soon as I came home. Mum was so angry at me all because I didn’t put away the rest of her homemade Begals,she made earlier. She sat there and screamed at me for a good 5 minutes only for papa to come and say”honey,you never asked her to do it..”

Can you believe that!! She yelled at me for doing something she was gonna do. But that’s how it is with mum,she yells at me for the most childest things. I wish I could just make her happy,I mean she adores Anne because Anne is just like Mum,perfect. I wish I could make mum happy..i guess I’m just feeling sorry for myselg so I’m gonna go to bed

Goodnight,

Rebecca

June 19^th,1835

Dear mumu,

I’m in a much better mood,I guess you could say. But the germans is getting worse,A officer came today to take all of our bikes. I sat in my room crying,I am so upset. Oma got it for me on Hannaka,one of the best gifts I could have received besides the locket papa got me.

Lina and I went to the Oasis ice parlor,but as soon as the owner saw our yellow stars we were kicked out. We can’t go anywhere anymore! Peter called me again,it was even better this time! Him and I,are going to the park tomarow evening. I’m so excited,it will be so grand! The saddest thing happened last night,there was a young family in our area,the Reins. They got deported last night with hundreds of other innocent Jewish familys. It breakes my heart,the rein family was 3 kids(9,6,and 2). Who knows if they will live.. Why must the germens be SO cruel? I over heard Papa talking to mama,I know I know I shouldn’t have,He said we may have to move to a place called Warsaw. I don’t want to move!! I wouldn’t ask my parents about it though because then they would be angry that I was eavesdropping.

I kinda talked to Anne about it but she just told me to “shush”. You don’t think we’ll be move do you,mumu? I’ll have to write later now though.

Rebecca

June 15^th,1935

Dear Mumu,

Wow I have written in a great while! I’ve been horribly sick with a fever of some sort.

It started with a headache and mum gave me some tea for it,but then it got worse into a fever,runny nose and a horrible cough. Everything hurt,Anne nursed me while papa was at work and mum was attending to the house. But alas,I am better now! I went to the park to sit out a while since I’ve been cooped up for a long while. I sat under the warm sun thinking,seeing all the ‘normal’ german children playing about in the playground. I was thinking how cruel it is that we can’t enjoy the same goods as everyone else. Then a young boy interrupted my thoughts. Little did I know it was a hitler youth..

He was very rude and accused me of hiding my identity just because he couldn’t see my star. This is how the diaglouge went:

Him: Jew,Why aren’t you wearing your star?!

Me: It is right.I said as I pointed to my blouse

Him: I should be able to see it as a glimpse,I ought to turn you into the Gestapo. Hmp..

Me: No,please! It has been here the whole time,I was never hiding who I am.

Him:you better be happy I’m in a good mood today or else you would be on your way to the Gestapo!

Breathe easy.

He was truly a hero,Fighting each day hand in hand. He fought a hard,long battle with CF but amidst his daily health issues He always helped others. He helped me amidst my own,telling me not to give up. He was a great guy and i am honored to have known him.


His name is Spencer. He was a amazing husband,son and Friend. He earned His angle wings today around 3:30. It was peaceful. Although CF took his life,He didn't lose. He kicked its butt. He is a great guy and i know he is up there in Heaven swimming and running and talking with his dad.♥

Breathe easy spence,♥

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-bXNc0FkqZw Please listen to this. :)

It's done!

Yup!! I finished nanowrimo :D It wasnt a lot at all,not even close to 50,000 words but i did it. :)

Nano gives me 5 free copys of my book(which im pretty excited about) then I'll publish it on Amazon for Ereader and to bu hardcover. :)\


Info to come..but untill then enjoy a nice unedited excerpt XD

^click on the sentence!^

Nanowrimo novel:Yellow star

Rebecca Alon is a 15 year old Jewish,girl living with her parents,her dog,Dino and her brother,Peter,In the heart of the germany,Berlin. Her mother gives her a diary for her birthday just a week previous from where she starts writing,Little did she know it would be her best friend in this long,hard journey. *********************************************************** They have lived a normal life till Adolf hitler came into power. Times get tough and it isn't too long before her family is sent to Warsaw,Poland. She meets friend and a true love,but like everything else,Hitler took those away from her too. She knows she must fight back,but will she? She knows she must survive,But will she?
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One Lovely Blog Award

One Lovely Blog Award

I got a Lovely blog award :O coolio :D
So here's the drill, I tell you 7 random facts about myself, and then I will pass on the award to 7(ish) of you lovely's. So here we go...

1. I Write alot and writing/photography is like my life.

2. I love flying and airplanes :)

3. I am in J.R.O.T.C and love it besides dressing for uniform inspection.

4. I never have a set favorite song..never.

5. I love old historic places :)

6. I wish i could be a good artist D:

7. I Think our service women/men are awesomesauce and i would like to be a pen pal with one someday :)

so im supposed to pass this along to 7 ppl...but i dont have 7 ppl following me...*HINT HINT follow me* :)