Parents

This is not a poem, nor a story, I just want you to look at what I go through everyday. First, let me tell you about me.

I'm sixteen years old, and going to be seventeen in December. I am the youngest of six, and I still get treated like I'm a newborn. I have three cats, and one of their names' is Kat. I love Spongebob and Lil Wayne, and I hope to become a Forensic Scientist.

Okay, enough about me, let's get to the matter at hand.

Amber

I never thought the day would come that Amber Closey would talk to me. She had to be the prettiest girl at Westcoast High. Cocoa skin, long, golden hair, and a body to die for. She wasn't dumb either. The day she asked me what the homework was, was the best day of my life.

I Want To Cry, But Where's The Tears?

I stare into the mirror as I sob
Eyes burning, and my heart throbs
With constant pain and despair
Love? Not quite. It's just not there
But I felt so many feelings for him
But he had feelings for them
I thought he was my 'highschool sweetheart'
But he targeted my heart
With a gun and shot it

Don't Cry

Eyes swollen with tears
'He' was gone for so many years
How is 'he' going to come back into our life
And fill us with misery and strife
But he tries to act like 'he's' not there
Afraid to show his true feelings of despair
I might seem like I don't care
But I just think it's not fair
Why did 'he' have to choose my dad ?
It tore me up on the inside, bad
Daddy, I love you
I hope you know these words are true
I would die for you
Risk my own life for you
As you cough and choke
With that cancer in your throat
I continuously pray
Everyday
I look at him and let out a sigh
And whisper, "Daddy, please don't cry."


I wrote this poem August 18th, 2008, and that was the day my father was diagnosed with throat cancer, but now he's doing fine. :)

Summer 2010

Okay. So I have decided to keep my blog up over the summer. (Even though this was just a school assignment.) I think since I write poems, and little stories daily on loose leaf paper, I might as well put it on the internet for innocent by-viewers to read it.

I know that I will not be able to post everyday, but I will try to post at list two things every week. Key word TRY, so don't get upset when your weekly fix of 'Ge's Writings' isn't satisfied, just know that I'm trying.

Okay. I think I've stated my business, and now you know my plans. Hopefully, I can keep my promise.

-Jilah :)

10 Years of Awesomeness :)

2000
The year 2000 is a year that is very hard to remember, since it was ten years ago and I was only six. I can vaguely recall my elementary, Delano Optional School, and my kindergarten teacher, Mrs. Stepter. Yes, kindergarten was the life. I know it sounds corny, but I actually miss those naptimes, and wanting to draw pictures on the back of all your work. I was the best drawer in the class. I had a best friend, then. His name was Cameron Golden. Cameron and I would spend every ounce of our time together. I remember people thinking that we had a crush on each other, later on; we found out that we actually did. We didn’t really pay that much attention to clothes during that time, but I know my favorite movie was The Iron Giant. The memory that sticks out to me the most is my kindergarten graduation, where I was promoted to the 1st grade. I thought I was grown.