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Kinsey Jordyn Apr 2016
I don't just mean smoking **** or doing any other drug. I mean, doing
things for yourself and making yourself happy. Allowing yourself to be spontaneous. Go outside and play in the rain, go on drives and play the music loud, and sing the songs even louder. Love with all your heart and don't allow fear to hold you back from the things you want in life. Shut out that voice in the back of your mind that says, “you aren't capable” or “you're not good enough.” Focus on what gets you high. For guys, is it winning the big game? and for girls, is it looking in the mirror and having the confidence to smile without a doubt in mind? My belief or concept begins with the way you look at life. It's built on perspective.

For me, getting high is doing things that I love to do. I get “high” off cosmetology. I get high when I flip the cape off of my client and turn them to face to face with my work, and they smile. I made them feel beautiful, and in-turn made myself feel proud of my work and confident in what I love to do.

For me, I get high off the examples I was provided as a child. Not the examples of what I was supposed to be like, but the ones I wasn't. I have used my birth moms poor life example as my inspiration of what not to be, and have made steps and strides my entire life to be the opposite of what she had shown me was acceptable, because of her I have become who I am today.

Everyone deserves to have those moments of allowiong yourself to be able to stick your hand out the window letting it flow up and down naturaly with the wind, and allowing yourself to forget the pain and disappointment of whatever you are dealing with at the moment in life. Forget what you wanted but couldnt have, and forget that the boy you like has no idea you even exist.

For me, I believe everyone should watch the sunset at least once in their life, and then watch is rise.
This is a rough draft of my "This I Believe" speech for senior English. Be nice.
Life is an evolving  journey
as we see and breath naturaly
Days taken in stride from moments
riding on the tide
Theres nowhere left to hide from
Time the unforgiving ride
Mario Cotto Jan 2011
Darkness, a chill in the air, unexpected sorrow overwelming, she's dead.

Hope is gone and left. Emptyness is at the door creeping in like death himself. Death came quckly that night,passing right over my brother and decided to take another.

No one. Knew untill halfway throught the night, in the silance, at the time of change. He stood over her and let a silent tears flow from his eyes. Her pain was gone, her soul resting etirnialy with God.

His pain just beginning. His life was reset, everything changeing because she was dead.

The comprehension of death is and will remain imposable. It's the second thing that unites humanity. And it's the first thing we come to fear naturaly. It's a fear not learned or over come.

Death is the crul irony of life bringing relife and stress at the same time. Death is the end to what we are a custom to and a beginning to a new life.

Death had changed him.,had made him take on new struggles had made him some how stronger. Death had taken his skin and made it impenatable, only two things could harm him and he avoided the one with out hesatation.

He came to think that with love came more pain and death himself couldn't even bare it . So thus with out love he could live forever and could concur death.

Darkness, a chill in the air, unexpected sorrow overwelming, he's dead.

Hope is gone and left. Emptyness is at the door creeping in like death himself. Death came quckly that night,passing right over to my brother. Oh how I wish he could have claimed another.

Death has become my friend and my enamy leaveing dispare in his wake but like a snake I can avoid him.

For Death is the crul irony of life bringing relife and stress at the same time. Death is the end to what we are a custom to and a beginning to a new life.
LeRoy Williams Oct 2012
Your skin caressing mine,
Our eye's reclined, naturaly drawn together,
(you are mine until the end)
spoken without words,
Lost in eachother, without time,
bound by compassion.*

The shades drawn back,
Photographs spilling tears and the ring you left behind,
reason me into believing you were real;
  I looked to the sky,
  You were no where to be found
the stars; I knew they would fade away eventually,
  Not in my lifetime...
But you did,
leaving memories behind along with the sickness that filled your heart,
        making mine heavy with discontent and disphoria,
  though I am grateful for the time we spent together,
  We are true love and *my heart is forever yours.
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