tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4903879825282486602024-03-07T23:27:14.639-08:00on her travel called lifeThis is my way of living, it changes along with the things I experience.leacyyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03074034104475083474noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490387982528248660.post-53623521480590882842011-04-03T20:24:00.000-07:002011-04-03T20:28:46.400-07:00Wow A Week AlreadyI can't believe its been a week already! I didnt mean for its too be this long before I posted another time but I guess I was busier than expected. This week did go by very fast though, and probably because everything was in preparation for Spring Break! WOO HOO a week off of school, and full of work. I only have Monday with no work, and will probably go work next door some. I have to admit work has gotten to be a little more stressful, but that was mostly because of situations like tonight. I had two guys come and sit at the bar, which is when I serve them. I worked very hard on keeping them happy and making sure they had everything they needed for them to leave absolutely no tip, but they did tell me thank you for being so helpfull :/ But sometimes stuff like that happens, and then you karma will balance things out and give a much better tip another time (: I have been working late a lot lately too, which has been good because the more hours worked, the more MONEY made ((: I will have to remember to get on here more often. leacyyleacyyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03074034104475083474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490387982528248660.post-58626127757790317382011-03-27T23:26:00.000-07:002011-03-27T23:26:00.483-07:00New DecisionsI have made a decision today to make this some what of a little info. about me kind of like a little journal to the world! Since I have recently or some what recently deleted my facebook it makes it some what hard for the rest of my family to keep up with me so I am thinking this would be a good way for them to check up on my as they please! Today I had to work, and had to stay in late. Funny thing is that I love it! Most people would think that I am CRAZY for saying that. However being a hostest I get to linger, and do whatever is needed. Today, I did the register, I was a waitress, I was a bus girl, I was a seater. I did whatever they needed, because truely that is what the hostest job is. I also like this because I get so much interaction with people, this gives me not only interaction with my amazing co-workers, but the people coming in the store. I'll admit some are a little rough, but most of the time I just take it as entertainment. Today I broke my first salt shaker, and one of my co-workers reminded me, it won't be my last either. (: Overall I had a great night though, did pretty decent with tips, due to helping bus tables and got home in time to blog some before I went to sleep. So goodnight wonderful world! leacyleacyyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03074034104475083474noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490387982528248660.post-67849923825449922242011-03-26T21:37:00.000-07:002011-03-26T21:48:24.061-07:00I haven't been on, in awhile :/I am so sorry I haven't posted anything in awhile, but I am back!<br />So here are some catch up poems, the dates are on top of them for when I wrote them!<br /><br />December 28, 2010<br />The first time I fell for you,<br />I didn't know what I was getting into,<br />You walked into my life just as fast,<br />As you walked in.<br />The second time I fell for you,<br />I fell slowly,<br />I walked into you life,<br />with passion and love.<br /><br />January 15, 2011<br />Sometines you just want the wind to stop,<br />And the rain to calm down,<br />The lightning to pause,<br />and the thunder to get quite.<br />When it doesn't. . . .<br />Second best,<br />Is your ipod,<br />On shuffle preferably,<br />Turned up as loud as it can go.<br /><br />March 23, 2011<br />I cry sometimes<br />Not even knowing why,<br />I begin to wonder,<br />The past flashes through my mind.<br />I put all the pieces together,<br />and realize that even thought it's in the past,<br />It can still hurt.<br />Sometimes that's the worst pain of all.<br /><br />March 23, 2011<br />A never ending search,<br />I can never have enough,<br />Of this ever changing touch,<br />The rush of pain at the end,<br />Increasing with every new one.<br /><br />It sucks that I couldn't find any happy ones really :/ Don't think that my life has completely sucked since I have been on here it's just been busy.leacyyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03074034104475083474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490387982528248660.post-26277114448674887322010-05-02T19:53:00.000-07:002010-05-02T19:55:28.423-07:00one dayshe wakes up every morning,<br />looks up to the sky,<br />and asks the question why,<br />why i am here.because she cant hear an answer<br />she runs,<br />runs from the person that she was built to be.<br />one day,<br />one day she falls,<br />looks up to the sky and asks why?<br />she hears this booming voice,<br />saying because you can finally hear my voice.<br />she gets up, shaking,<br />looking at all the cuts,<br />healing in seconds notice,<br />but staying as scars.<br />because even though she has stopped running,<br />she still ran once.<br />so now when she stands next to him<br />she will remember the scars,<br />and the running.leacyyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03074034104475083474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490387982528248660.post-86577088913419560432009-11-23T19:29:00.000-08:002009-11-23T19:30:24.388-08:00that happy song<p align="left">is it so bad that i need a happy song everyonce in awhile,</p><p align="left">espically after all of what has happened.</p><p align="left">but it wont be so bad,after all thats why i listen to the happy songbecause life will go on, </p><p align="left">weither i want it too,</p><p align="left">or not.</p><div align="left"></div>leacyyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03074034104475083474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490387982528248660.post-56331442894904953542009-11-23T19:25:00.000-08:002009-11-23T19:28:06.465-08:00notes moving through meyou know that song that when you hear it,<br />your skin tingles<br />all over your body,<br />you feel these little prickles run through you.<br />you start to sing the words.<br />and it just makes things worse,<br />the best part that you know it will be just the same the next time that you hear it.<br />the song it matches you,<br />it feels your pain and your happiness,<br />it flows out in beautiful sounds,<br />you just want to sit and listen to it,<br />for hours and hours.<br /><br />I'm not sure I like the end, but it was all I could come up with sorry I havent been writing much lately have been very busyleacyyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03074034104475083474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490387982528248660.post-44989120589926066592009-08-18T20:05:00.000-07:002009-08-18T20:06:46.200-07:00its all good (:this feeling i get once i hit that play button,<br />the music starts out quite,<br />but that doesnt last long,<br />everytime the bass hits,<br />its like one of my problems fading away.<br /><br />the best cure to how you made me feel is,<br />too dance around to all the songs that remind me that i dont care.<br /><br />truefully im not sad anymorethose feelings are long gone,<br />only the words are still there.<br /><br />just had a little fun playin with words the other night and wrote these.leacyyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03074034104475083474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490387982528248660.post-60750087714645980492009-07-27T19:08:00.000-07:002009-07-27T19:13:25.486-07:00Would you be mad?Would you be mad if i told you?<br />I wanna walk in someone else's shoes,<br />I wanna see the world from someone else's view,<br />Just because im scared that i am doing this all wrong.<br />Would you be mad if i told you?<br />I wanna disappear into the ocean,<br />I wanna live in water,<br />Just because it soothes my pain.<br />Would you be mad if i told you?<br />I wanna be on the posters in stores,<br />I wanna be idolized,<br />Just because then someone would.<br />Would you be mad if i told you?<br />I wanna be happy,<br />I wanna be able to wake up smiling,<br />Just because im not.<br /><br />Don't take this like I need help I'm fine.leacyyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03074034104475083474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490387982528248660.post-52333734740327054052009-07-10T16:47:00.001-07:002009-07-10T16:48:52.017-07:00Will these wings let me fly away ?<a href="http://de.tinypic.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i26.tinypic.com/14n1q4k.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" 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Grandma Betty<p>I remember running in the house and hitting my finger into the wall. It hurt really bad but I had too pee so I run all the way to the bathroom then, run screaming to gram. She cant seem to see whats wrong so, she grabs the phone and calls you up. You tell her to just bring me to your house and you'll look at it. We get there and you take a look. You get a warm bowl of water set my finger in it. After a couple of minutes you take it out and grab a pair of twizzers you get the tiny thick piece of wood out of my finger nail. It hurt for a second, you saw me about to cry and told me you better toughen up. Then you took two band aids one goes on top the other around for good security. I just sat there for awhile. You always knew what to do. weither it was a small piece of wood in my finger or when someone needed a hug. You were there.</p><p>You will not be forgotten, but you will be missed.</p><p>RIP June 9,09</p>leacyyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03074034104475083474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490387982528248660.post-27510431429370276362009-06-11T16:39:00.000-07:002009-06-11T16:41:58.857-07:00its all goodYou stand there looking at me with shame,<br />I turn the music up.<br />You stand there trying to get my attention,<br />I walk away.<br />You walk up to me say why?<br />I tell you it was your choice.leacyyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03074034104475083474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490387982528248660.post-79064900881123607502009-03-01T19:21:00.002-08:002009-03-01T19:23:45.053-08:00I don't have to worry.<p align="left">I know that one day I'll be all grown up,<br />with a husband and kids,be the soccer mom,<br />cheering on her kids from the stands,<br />waking them up in a hurry because my alarm didn't go off,<br />kissing them goodnight,<br />I know that will happen one day,<br />so for now I'm just going to live,<br />and be the kid that gets the kisses goodnight,<br />and dreams of the cute boy in math class.<br />for now, fridays are at the movies,<br />and taking too many pictures at the football games,<br />asking for more money.<br />for now lets just be happy with it all.</p>leacyyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03074034104475083474noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490387982528248660.post-63525433679678525042009-03-01T19:21:00.001-08:002009-03-01T19:21:34.705-08:00My Grandfatherhe is my teddy bear,<br />the person that is always proud of me,<br />the person that expects the best,<br />the person that makes sure im doing all right,<br />the person i miss just because he not right next to me,<br />he is my inspiration and the reason for my strength.<br />how else would i be here and still standing?<br />thankyou gramps.leacyyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03074034104475083474noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490387982528248660.post-91719494789748447462009-01-28T18:08:00.001-08:002009-01-28T18:13:00.848-08:00January 28th Wordsdon't wake me if i'm dreaming,<br />only if its a nightmer and your my superman.<br /><br /><br />sometimes i wonder why do i try so hard,<br />just to get pushed back to the ground,<br />to end up crying beneath the winners,<br />but then i remember,<br />theres some sort of chance that one day,<br />i will be that winner,<br />the winner that picked me up and said good job.<br /><br /><br />falling, tripping,<br />screaming, crying,<br />thinking, dreaming,<br />wondering, trying.<br />why?<br />to be found.<br /><br />I know there are errors. These are just some thoughts of the day. Got bored and wrote these. PLEASE REMEMBER TO EMAIL THE COMMENTS!leacyyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03074034104475083474noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490387982528248660.post-26776071954431533652009-01-12T18:28:00.000-08:002009-01-12T18:30:27.812-08:00looking backlooking back<br />I seem to only see smiles,<br />those long nights of talking,<br />texts of gossip,<br />and silly insiders.<br />Where did it go?<br />Now its can you stop looking at me,<br />don't talk to me,<br />texts of unknowing,<br />and stupid lies.<br />Was it really worth it?<br />To believe it?<br />To lose someone that was always there,<br />even when you fell and ripped your pants,<br />even when you didn't know what to do,<br />even when I didn't know what to do,<br />even when I was going threw the same thing,<br />Well it doesn't really matter does it.<br />I mean we weren't going to stay friends forever<br />But sometimes I wonder.<br />Was it worth it ?leacyyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03074034104475083474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490387982528248660.post-25493733815169492692009-01-12T18:22:00.001-08:002009-01-17T17:43:14.892-08:00my best friendeven when you tell my secerts<br />even when you make fun of me<br />even when you trip me infront of him<br />you are always there,<br />always there to pick me up,<br />or be my shoulder to cry on,<br />my back bone to depend on.<br />I thank you for this.leacyyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03074034104475083474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490387982528248660.post-61428901580239159652009-01-12T18:11:00.000-08:002009-01-12T18:12:30.989-08:00commentsI am sorry for all the people other than my mother that want to comment on my poems, please e-mail me your comments. Because other wise you have to make a account on here to comment.<br />Sorry for the inconvinces.leacyyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03074034104475083474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490387982528248660.post-74519133520872965662008-12-04T16:55:00.000-08:002008-12-04T16:57:02.309-08:00overload ?pressure<br />all these things<br />clean your room<br />get good grades<br />don't forget that pop quiz<br />read that bookwork out<br />run faster<br />eat more<br />be more social<br />have a better mood<br />tell me whats wrong<br />TELL ME WHATS RIGHT!leacyyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03074034104475083474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490387982528248660.post-75059242273646574612008-12-04T16:48:00.000-08:002008-12-04T16:49:53.500-08:00pushingjust push<br />pushing threw<br />tell i see the end,<br />its like everything around me is pulling me down<br />but i keep running,<br />and although my feet are getting slower<br />my left foot raises then my right,<br />i keep going<br />but only to find myself<br />alone at the finish line.leacyyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03074034104475083474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490387982528248660.post-7082084189630491732008-11-29T14:30:00.000-08:002008-11-29T14:35:52.623-08:00THANKYOU(:I don't know if is the thanksgiving spirt coming to me or just me thinking. But I would like to thank all my family and my friends for supporting me in my writing. I am so grateful to hear what you all have to say. I know that you guys will always be here for me and I am very happy about that.<br />THANKYOU!<br />love aleaceleacyyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03074034104475083474noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490387982528248660.post-72661369989294528152008-11-20T16:46:00.000-08:002008-11-20T16:47:53.161-08:00my mother<p>screaming"scotty doesn't scotty doesn't know</p><p>ohh scotty doesn't"at the top of our lungs,</p><p>turning it up to the maxuim volume,</p><p>laughing as we get to the red light,</p><p>dancing in the car as people begin to stare,</p><p>i dont know why we do it,maybe just for laughes,</p><p>i do mean ours of course,</p><p>but i know that my mom is always there,</p><p>and thats most important.</p>leacyyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03074034104475083474noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490387982528248660.post-38651905667699973392008-11-20T16:45:00.000-08:002008-11-20T16:48:59.413-08:00on the farmi stare into the sun<br />remembering it like it was yesterday.<br />the bumpy gravel road me being nervous and jumpy<br />you being as calm as ever,i<br />t went speed up slow back down<br />speed up slow back down,<br />after a couple more times<br />you said"its easier to drive if you go slower,<br />relax."<br />dedicated to my Great Grandfather(r.i.p.)leacyyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03074034104475083474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490387982528248660.post-38006781889787198652008-11-20T16:43:00.000-08:002008-11-20T16:44:45.491-08:00lit class poemsmy alarm clock,<br />6:30a.m. sharp,<br />beep beep beep,<br />screaming "wake up aleace"<br /><br />"listen carefull"<br />If you listen carefully,<br />you can hear his whistling soul,<br />floating down the river,<br />wearing his color for all to see,<br />his memory will carry on,<br />and never die<br />because he whistled,<br />then he died<br /><br />January 1st<br />I remember being scard out of my mind,marissa grabbing my hand screaming,and then came the credits.<br />I remember eating way too much candy and junk food,spilling our dr.pepper all over the floor.<br />I remember counting the seconds down."Ten, Nine, Eight, Seven, Six, Five,Four, Three, Two, One... HAPPY NEW YEAR!"<br />But mostly I remember spending my favorite nightwith my best friend, my mother and my future step dad.leacyyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03074034104475083474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490387982528248660.post-76934639304541672062008-11-20T16:42:00.001-08:002008-11-20T16:42:50.354-08:00simplicityin the depths of her heart,<br />all she wants is to be heard,<br />and liked by what has been said.leacyyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03074034104475083474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490387982528248660.post-7941127371312447672008-11-20T16:41:00.000-08:002008-11-20T16:42:20.373-08:00beauty<p>Beauty</p><p>A seductive attractivness.Beauty the one thing people all over the world are looking for,the one crazed trend that will never fade</p>leacyyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03074034104475083474noreply@blogger.com0