Poem in Your Pocket Day~!!!

Today is 'Poem in Your Pocket Day' I hope you remembered to put a poem in your pocket today! If you show me yours i'll show you mine! > .' just joking~ Well get ready people to read my EXXTTTTTTTTTTTTRRRRRREEEEEEEMMLEEYY dull poem~

Eventually,
My luck will turn,
And my dreams will come true,
Eventually,
My wish will find its way to make me happy,
And i'll finally be contenet,
But just untill then,
I'll wish on a star,
Dream upon my pillow,
And hope for it to happen,
Knowing,
Eventually,
Everything will be perfect~

-Jennifer ****~


Why dont you tell me your poem??

One Hope-Part Three<3

“So… what’s up with dad?” I asked. “Well… you see…,” my mom started. “Yea? Go on…” “Well, he’s not exactly here…,”my mom continued. I stared at her with confusion. “He’s not here right now because he’s traveling like you told me.” “Well… that’s not the truth,” my mom said uncomfortably. “Then, what’s the truth?” “He’s…He’s…He’s…,”my mom started. Then tears started to flow down her face like a river. “He’s WHAT?” “d-dead…,”my mom stuttered. My eyes widened, but not with sadness or shock, but with anger.
“WHAT?! WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME? I KEPT ON DREAMING THAT HE’D COME BACK!” I exclaimed with anger. “I never thought you’d need to know…,”my mother chocked out.

“BUT I’M THIRTEEN AND I DESERVED TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO SOMEONE I AM REALATED TO BY BLOOD! AND HE WAS MY FATHER! I LOVED HIM EVEN THOUGH I DIDN’T KNOW HIM WELL!”

“I NEVER THOUGHT YOU WOULD EVEN WANT TO KNOW THAT MUCH AND I DIDN’T WANT TO HARM YOU EITHER!” my mom screamed.

“I CONTINUED TO DREAM, I CONTINUED TO WISH, AND I CONTINUED TO HOPE THAT HE’D COME BACK TO ME AND TELL ME EVERYTHING! BUT NO HE’S NOT EVEN HERE, NOT EVEN CLOSE! YOU WANTED TO HIDE THIS FROM ME FOREVER?!” I screamed with hurt, fear, confusion and sadness.

“I never said forever,” my mom tried.
“I don’t care anymore… you don’t care about how I felt did you? You wanted to hide this from me. Didn’t you know it would hit me so hard? Didn’t you know that the longer you hid this from me, the more pain it would cause me? Didn’t you-” I cried. “ENOUGH!” my mother shouted. I looked at her once with my brown eyes. Turned and ran up the stairs slamming the door to my room.

I pulled out the diary my mother had given me and write inside the heart ‘R.I.P. my dad….’ Then I started my entry:
‘My mom is a liar. She intended to hide from me everything about my dad. How could she? I’m her daughter and I deserved to know. Why did she lie to me? Why did she do this to me? Why didn’t she think about how I would feel?? Why wouldn’t she tell me a single DETAIL about my dad… I never knew that my mother would do this to me… why won’t she let me know about dad? Why? It wasn’t like he was a criminal! Or maybe it’s just because she can’t trust me. But whatever it is. I’m mad at her for not telling me the truth.’

I closed the diary, and turned off the light, burying my head under my pillows wondering why my mom had to do this to me. And I fell asleep with my face stained with tears…

One Hope- PArt One!

“Eventually, we’ll all die,” announced Chealsea. I stared at her with my wide brown eyes, we were still little and I hadn’t known that would happen.
That night I ran to my mom’s room. “Mommy, are we all going to die?” I crawled into my mom’s lap staring at her with fear and shock. My mom hugged me close and whispered, “Yes.” Her answer made me cry. As tears snaked down my pale skin, I answered innocently, “But I don’t wanna die.” My mom stroke my chestnut brown hair and whispered, “Oh dear, don’t worry about it now.” I leapt off her lap and walked into her room.
I pulled out the diary my mom had given me recently for my birthday. On the inside of the diary was a picture of my dad. I fingered at the black and white picture of my tall dad standing next to my mom. Then I thought about what everyone had said about him…
“He was a loving person,” my grandma had told me. “He is a traveler, flying around the world and that’s why you never see him,” my uncle said. “He was just like you,” my mom’s voice had sang. I took out a furry pink pen and wrote:
‘Eventually, daddy will be back & he’ll tell me stories about the people he meets. Then I can finally hug him & kiss him on the cheek. I miss you daddy, wherever you are… I hope you’ll come for me soon!’

Several years had passed by and I longed to meet my dad. It was almost father’s day and the school was planning something new. Mrs. Lee, my homeroom teacher for eighth grade, gave me a flyer. In big bold red letters it said:
Happy Father’s Day!
Bring your father in and we can meet each other！
Let’s all get together on the Friday of Father’s day!

I stared at the flyer in my hand until it started it to blur. Chealsea came up to me and put a hand on my shoulder. “Are you okay?” I snapped out of my trance and saw the flyer stained with tears. I had been crying. I didn’t even know who my father was. I forced a bright cheery smile and said happily, “Yea, I’m fine! Let’s just get to class!” “Ok…,” Chealsea said hesitantly. Then we walked to class. And the whole time I was wondering, what I could do….
In class the teacher was talking about persuasive writing, but I wasn’t listening, I was staring at the flyer and crying my heart out. “So to write a good introduction paragraph you need three things,” Mr. Duck’s voice said. “Can anyone tell me what those three things are?” I ignored him. “Um… Selena” My head jerked up and my eyes were red. “Can you tell me one of the three things you need in a good introductory paragraph?” I shook my head and bent my head back down to stare at the bright flyer. How was I going to tell my mom? What would she do? I remembered every time I asked her about it, she broke down to tears. I needed a way to find out. I was determined. After all, she can’t hide it from me forever…

To be continued….

Jennifer Sayz: It's not really that good... and if you dont wanna read this i know why... i still have more to type, but im just feeling kind of lazy.... ^^"" sorry...! next part will be out by next monday!~