Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
         he wrote a poem and he called it “Chops” 
because that was the name of his dog  
         and that's what it was all about 
his teacher gave him an A and a gold star
         and his mother hung it on the kitchen door 
and read it to his aunts.
         that was the year Father Tracy took all the kids to the bus  
and he let them sing on the bus  
         and his little sister was born
with tiny nails and no hair 
              and his mother and father kissed alot 
and the girl around the corner sent him a Valentine 
         signed with a row of X’s
and he had to ask his father what the X’s meant  
         and his father always tucked him in bed at night
and was always there to do it

once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
         he wrote a poem
he called it “Autumn”
          because that was the name of the season
and that’s what it was all about
         and his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
         and his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of the new paint
         and the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
         and left butts on the pews
and sometime they would burn holes
         that was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
         and the girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
         and the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot
         and his father never tucked him in bed at night
and his father got mad
         when he cried for him to do it
  
once on a paper torn from his notebook

         he wrote a poem  
and he called it “Innocence: A Question”
         because that was the question about his girl  
and that’s what it was all about
         and his professor gave him an A  
and a strange steady look
         and his mother never hung it on the kitchen door  
because he never showed her
         that was the year Father Tracy died  
and he forgot how the end  
         of the Apostles’s Creed went  
and he caught his sister  
          making out on the back porch  
and his mother and father never kissed
         or even talked  
and the girl around the corner 
         wore too much make up
that made him cough when he kissed her
         but he kissed her anyway
because it was the thing to do
         and at 3 am he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly

that’s why on the back of a brown paper bag
         he tried another poem

and he called it “Absolutely Nothing” 
         because that’s what it was really all about

and he gave himself an A
         and a slash on each damned wrist

and he hung it on the bathroom door
         because this time he didn’t think

he could reach to the kitchen.

- The perks of being a wallflower 

My Angel in White

I was so high, in the summer clouds

That even the rumors didn’t bring me down

My wings were spread, I was off the ground

Until you turned my life upside down

I wanted to be with you, with your hair that shone so bright

And your deep brown eyes, your skin, so fair,

But you tossed me aside,

You laughed in my face,

And I ended up feeling like a disgrace.

But one October night, you changed my lif,

You showed me your cuts,

And let me to the knife

It seamed to be flawless,

It erased all your pain,

And gave you a smile as right as rain.

So in secret, during the dead of night,

When the silver moon cast a light so bright.

I cut deeper and deeper with my blunted knife,

I called out in pain, I screamed,

But came no aid along.

I found myself addicted, I was hooked on to the pain,

It was a feeling I still can’t explain.

I didn’t know what to do,

I sat in despair,

I had lost all my faith and no longer did I care.

Then came along my angel, my Saviour,

With his pale skin, hazel eyes and long hair,

He came and cried with me,

He said it would all be okay.

I began to care again,

For it was not about me now,

It was about him,

And without him, I would not have been here.

Forever will I be thankful for my Angel in white,

Who came shinning so bright and saved me from the dark,

I’ll always love you for listening and being there,

‘Cause when I had no one you were there.

Te Amo Lucky! <3  

He leaned over my desk, his body casting a shadow over my writing. Two fists were suddenly pressed hard next to my book, giving him an air of undeserved authority. “You know they're just joking, right?” His voice was gentle, as if he were speaking to a timid animal.

I nodded slowly, confused, trying to focus on my work as my blood boiled. “I'm aware that they're joking, but jokes can be offensive, and I was feeling uncomfortable,” I said.

He took a deep breath, a small, nearly undetectable smile playing at the corners of his mouth. He shoved his sleeves up his arms. “The more you ask them to stop, the more they'll just keep doing it. That's how they work.” He was telling me what many men had tried to explain before: men don't change, men don't stop, men won't listen to you.

And oh, he was so very smart, his words so very wise. I knew that he thought he was imparting some helpful, kind-hearted wisdom on me. He was trying to save the silly girl who was making a fool of herself by refusing to tolerate something that made her and other girls uncomfortable. He was playing big brother, daddy, the savior on a white horse sent to shut me up.

I looked at him, anger burning the back of my neck and my cheeks. “So, because they won't stop, I should just give up? I should let them make sexist jokes that make me very uneasy?” We were in history class. I thought I deserved to feel safe.

His smirk faltered a bit. “They're just joking. They don't actually mean what they say.”

People were watching us; I could feel their eyes. I was suddenly vulnerable. I wanted them to stop staring, to go away. I wanted this boy to sit down and talk instead of towering over me.

“They may mean those jokes to be harmless, but they're ignorant,” I continued. “Believe me, the jokes don't end at ‘Women should stay in the kitchen.' They continue until they become sexual and inappropriate. I want them to stop now before I have even more reason to be angry.” I'd been down this road before, many times.

“I think you should just give it up before they gang up on you,” he replied, calmly and reasonably, like an adult pacifying a cranky child.

I was so upset I wanted to cry, but the steam gathering behind my eyes made tears impossible. I wondered who he thought he was, standing over a girl he'd never spoken to, telling her that her words were useless, that she could try but she'd always fail. If we had been friends, I would have listened; if he'd spoken to me like a peer, I would have cared. But he was just pushing me down, stuffing me into a box until I suffocated on all of my useless, silly words.

I looked him in the eye and said, “If they're going to be rude, then I will be rude back.”

My comment didn't even make sense. Ten minutes earlier, a group of boys had been trading sexist jokes about women. I had turned around in my seat, looked one of the boys in the eye, and said, “Just please stop, for me. I'm asking you to stop.” That boy looked doubtful but he stopped, and I resumed my work. I ­didn't yell, lecture, or swear. I simply asked. I used words, the only weapon I knew how to use, and everything was okay.

Now this boy had the nerve to tell me that my words didn't mean anything. This boy hurt me more than he realized. He tried to take away the only weapon I had to defend myself.

But he didn't have the power to do that. I will never stop fighting for what I believe is right. I will never stop standing up for myself, my friends, and my gender, and I will never stop using my (stupid, useless, fruitless, beautiful, powerful, amazing) words.

He backed away, easing off my desk. Frustration was apparent in his face, but he kept his features stony and emotionless. “Fine, whatever. But you'll never get anywhere with them, believe me.”

I didn't believe him. To this day, I don't believe him, because I have continually used my knowledge and my words to make others rethink their actions. Sometimes I fail and they don't stop. Sometimes my words get me into trouble. But sometimes I even make a new ally.

Little did he know, that boy didn't break me down. He made me stronger.

 

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She saw him waiting across the road, and quickened her footsteps. Half-running, half-walking she crossed the road, and stopped. They were meeting after four years, and she did not know what to do next. He smiled and said, "Come on here, give me a hug!". She laughed nervously and threw her arms around him, knowing it will never be the same again, everything was about to change and she, she was in love with him.

Theme of the week: Post must contain the word 'Love' and the story should be completed in 5 sentences.

The Fault In Our Stars

 Summary :

The Fault In Our Stars is a fabulous book by John Green. It is about a young teenage girl who has been diagnosed with lung cancer and is forced by her parents to attend a cancer support group.

 Hazel is a 16 year old teenager and is reluctant to go to the support group, but she soon realizes that it is a good idea. Hazel meets a young boy named Augustus Waters. He is charming and witty. Augustus has had osteosarcoma, a rare form of bone cancer, but has recently been all clear.

Hazel and Augustus embark on a roller coaster ride of emotions, including love, sadness and romance, while searching for the author of their favourite book. They travel to Amsterdam in search of Peter Van Houten the author of 'An Imperial Affliction'. While on their trip Augustus breaks some heartbreaking news to Hazel and both of their worlds fall apart around them. What happens next is a touching tale of two young lovers, fighting a life threatening disease against all odds. And how their story is going to be rewritten forever.

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If any of you happen to know me personally, you'd know that I am totally head over heels and extremely possessive about this book. And I have been in fact been talking about this book to every creature that has ears! Literally! 'Why?', you make ask.

Well, as much of an amazing writer as I want to be.... I'm really not. So I am just going to point out the things that made this book so amazing!

A friend of mine had already read the book, and she suggested that I should too. So, I asked her how the book was and the only thing she said was that she cried her eyes out. I knew that I would also cry so I really didn't bother swearing not to cry. What I didn't expect is bawling my eyes out. I really didn't. John Green has done an amazing job of making these characters feel so real to me. When they cried, I cried. When they laughed, I laughed. When they melted, I melted. When they fell in love, I fell in love. Their romance was just so epic and I KNOW, that this is a book that I will read over and over again and still manage to cry every single time.

This book has not only made me realize that people with diseases are not at all different from 'normal' people, but it also made me realize that I am so lucky! Lucky to have this life, have a 'normal' healthy life. It made me realize that I had so much more that other people, and yet I grumbled about stupid things and problems in my life. It made me realize that other people have it worse, but they still never give up! They are grateful and I should be too. It made me realize that love doesn't cease if the person you love dies. You will still and always be in love with that person. It made me realize that happiness can be found in the most simplest things. It made me realize that life isn't always about happy endings, but its life and you must keep on living. If not for yourself, then for the sake of others.

This is not a story about dying but rather a story about truly living. Through the lives of the two main characters Green shows us that we are all in fact terminal, but that we largely decide how to spend our brief moments of life. Most lives are not triumphs or tragedies purely, but they are filled with moments of both.

This book taught me so many things! Things that I was already aware of but had never managed to realize it fully.  I had never realized it's meaning, until now. It's the kind of book that changes you, maybe forever.

While I read TFIOS:

How i feel after I read TFIOS :

That's how good this book is. I promise you, unless you have a heart of stone, you will love this book.

I wish I could write more about this book, but I just can't explain the amazingness of it with my simple, unworthy words, so I am going to tell you what you NEED to do....
READ IT