Konichiwa! and welcome to my page! I am 16 years old, no driver's liscnece yet. I live in Texas and the heat can be so unberable. I used to live in Minnesota before being transfeared down south. I've been here for nearly three years now and my friends, one being a true red-neck, have already given me a Texan accent so sometime I'll say ya'll and I usually say ain't and don't in a kinda weird sentence. Don't ask me, I've only been here for 3 years.
I'm going into 11th grade. Can't wait for that homework *sarcasm*. My weaker subjects in school would be Math and Science. And considering I'm going to be in Algerbra II and Physics, pray for me. But I love Marching Band and going to the HS football games to cheer on the Mighty Cardinals! Which we did really good last year! I'll be entering Spanish III, which I know I'm going to enjoy, and ace it like I did in Spanish I and Spansih II. I don't know how I'm good at it but don't really care. I want to learn languages such as Japanese, German, Aribic etc. But working on Spanish first. And then there's English! Ah, my favorite subject. Probably becasue I get to write as much as I want when it comes to the essays! Call me crazy but I LOVE to write. I happen to be writting my own book! I'm excited and I want to get it published before I turn 18. But I'm nowhere near the middle of the book and I've written just over 100 pages. *sigh* It's hard being a novelist. Some people think it would be easy but trust me, it's difficult trying to come up with a plot and summery and characters and just about everything. It isn't so hard coming up with their personalities though. They seem to bring in their own personality which surprises my self even. I just kinda go with the flow. But another thing I LOVE to do it write poetry. Sometimes I hope that an artist will see my poetry and would want to use them for their song or something. But, I can't get my hopes up. My poetry ain't that great. But it seemed to have wow'd my English/Creative Writing teacher. I have to say, there has to be something good about my poetry if it can wow her so much. But enough about that here are some of my poems I wrote. Hope you enjoy them. Just post a comment if you want to give any advice or just flame them. Just read.

Hope you enjoy this poem. This was my teacher's favourite. I just wanted to write a poem with a mirror in it so I did just that. But I was trying to write it as a song. Guess it didn't turn out to well. But it's still a pretty good poem, I hope.

Reflection

Who is that,
Staring at me,
Through the windows reflection?

A figure I know,
Yet,
A complete stranger.

It follows like my own shadow,
But stops at the edge of the mirror,
She smiles when I smile,
She waves when I wave,
She walks when I walk.

She looks back at me,
Blinking through the glass of illusion,
This other side of me,
Consuming my vision.

What is she,
Who is she?

She,
This opposite side of me,
This same side of me,
That becomes myself.

A figure I know,
Yet,
A complete stranger.

It follows like my own shadow,
But stops at the edge of the mirror,
She blinks when I blink,
She turns when I turn,
She cries when I cry.

She looks back at me,
Crying through this glass of illusion,
This same side of me,
Becoming my vision,
My falling tears.

We feel the same,
The same happiness,
We both yearn for,
The same pain,
We both wish to stop.

A pain,
We inflict upon ourselves,
A pain,
Residing in our weakened hearts,
Praying and hoping,
Our tears will mend it.

Who is she,
Staring at me,
In my tears reflection?

Someone I know,
Someone close to my heart.

It follows like my own shadow,
But stops at the edge of the mirror,
She talks when I talk,
She’s happy when I’m happy,
She wipes her tears when I wipe mine.

She looks back at me,
Whispering through this glass of illusion,
This comforting side of me,
Helping the pain,
Making it disappear,
And revealing my wings,
As I fly,
As my conscience flies.

This poem, you could say I was having a bad day. Nothing special about it or anything but I thought a lot of people might feel this way sometimes. So, what the heck.

Just Listen

My ears ring,
With the noise around me,
The voices of others,
Echoing through my head.

I walk around them,
Anonymous by their eyes,
Deaf by their ears,
Nobody can hear me.

Just listen,
I might say something,
You might hear me,
If you just listen.

If I talk,
Will you hear me,
If I scream,
Will you turn my way,
If I cry,
Will you care?

My eyes water,
My heart aches,
Why won’t you listen,
Why am I ignored?

Just listen,
I might speak up,
You might hear me,
If you just listen.

My vocal cords vibrate,
My words travel though the air,
They echo through the room,
Yet fall on deaf ears.

Will you listen,
Will you turn my way,
Will you care,
If I speak up,
And catch attention?

Just listen,
I might say something,
You might hear me,
If you just listen.

My heart flutters in my throat,
My head throbs in confusion,
Why won’t anybody listen,
To someone like me?

Am I too young,
Am I too naïve,
Am I too quite,
Why won’t you listen?

My tears fall,
Yet you don’t care,
My voice screams,
Yet you don’t turn my way,
I whisper,
Yet you don’t listen.

Am I a silent voice,
In a dark corner,
A useless opinion,
Thrown aside,
And forgotten?

Am I the dark of night,
Leaving my voice behind,
Like the silent abyss of space,
Swallowing my tuneless stars?

Just listen,
I might speak up,
I might say something,
I might be heard,
You might hear me,
If you just listen.

This is the last poem I'm putting on here. This is one of my favourites.

My Little Girl

This extra weight,
Resting in my arms,
Something new,
Something of joy.

You are my gift,
You are my life,
My little one,
My little girl.

My ears,
Twitching on your head,
My eyes,
Reflecting back at me,
My world,
Held strongly in my grasp.

Nine months,
Of waiting,
Waiting for your arrival,
Nine months,
Of anticipation.

I watched the moon,
As it set,
I prayed,
To the welcoming,
Of the sun.

I listened,
I waited,
Walking on these egg shells,
Just to hear your cry.

And now,
Your tiny body,
Resting,
Sleeping,
Breathing.

I have waited,
To hold you,
To see you,
To feel you.

You are,
Everything I dreamed of,
Your giggle,
Your smile,
Your innocent look.

Your happiness,
Bubbles up inside of me,
As your smile,
Reaches my lips,
And like a mirror,
I smile back.

You are my gift,
My life,
My little one,
My little girl.

And before any of you flip out, no, I do not have a kid. I'm 16 years old, 17 in September and I know I am too young to have a child. I may be mature for my age but I know I'm not reay for one. I just thought that it would be cute to write something like this. And when I do have a child, somewhere in my 20's, I will read this poem to her and say that I thought of her before she was even created. Sure, sometimes I wonder what it would be like to have a child of my own, someone to call me mommy, someone who could actually love me and we not be related, but I know I have to wait for those things. I have to wait till I'm older and I know I can do just that. I will find someone who can love me for me and I will have a family of my own in the future. But right now, I'm just a teenager trying to write a book and have nagging parents trying to get me to get my driver's lisence. Oh well, they're my parents. They only nag because they love me. Hey, who wouldn't,lol, joking.

P.S. if any of ya'll are interested in any stories I have written I have a fanfiction site. Sorry people but I only write about Inuyasha and Kagome. So if ya'll are interested here's the webpage. www.fanfiction.net/~britterbugtx