They just come and go.

Why can't one just pop out and say

"HERE I AM!!!"

Course I know that its not that simple

And this makes me sad.

I guess I'll just have to keep waiting

One day.........

It's still a mystery

So I guess I'll just have to leave it to suspence

One night..................

"HERE I AM"

"And I'm here to rescue u"

I just might be blind

Cause I can't see it anymore

I can't understand why not

Where did it go?

I thought I had it

I thought it was in my line of vision

Thought it would never go away

But I just might be blind

Since when did it evade me? 

How did it get so far away from me?

Why did it do so?

I just might be blind

Cause I just don't see my escape anymore

I know I'm Random

I know I'm not normal

And I know why I'm like that

Fact of the matter is,

I like it that way

And I'd never do anything to change that

So what, I'm Random

So what, I'm weird

So what, I'm short

Well guess what, I JUST DON'T CARE!!!

And if u do,

Just don't be around me

Cause they're is no way I'm chagin

They are a thing of the past

They change the future

They hurt the present

 

When you think about them,

You laugh,

Or you may cry

You grin,

Or you may frown

 

You do whatever you want

 

And the world around you

At the time

Will be totally oblivious

As to why you are laughing

Or frowning

 

All because it will be yours

In your mind,

Where no one

Can take it away from you

 

It is your sorrow,

Your joy,

Your memory

 

Remember 

 

I open my eyes

And the first things I see are the blues of the sky

The whites of the fluffy clouds

 

In other words,

My cocoon has hatched

 

The warm soft breeze

Sounds like my acoustic

When my fingers and the chords meet

So sweet like a lullaby,

Like my mother’s voice when she’d sing to me

 

I want to fly

I want to go into the oh so soft breeze

I want to bask in my mother’s voice

I want to soar into the depths of my future

But I cannot

 

I can’t because of the tug on my wings

That seems to be holding me back

I turn around to inspect

And I find that face

The one that haunts me

The one whom I cannot forget

 

The one that belongs to my father

I look down

To try to think of a plan

To escape the clutches of my father

And in the midst of my thoughts

I see her

 

I see jess

The same one who wants to project her voice

The one that swears she

Will do as she pleases

 

And only then do I remember what she has done

Why she deserves to be down there

And I stop thinking of my evil plan

And I give in

For I will not add more to the pile of pain

 

As soon as he saw me retreat

He did the thing I never thought as a possibility,

He let go!

 

I flew as fast as I can go

I soared! I basked!

I spread my wings to the fullest

All the way until the true colors of my butterfly were shown

 

 

My phone is white

 And turquoise

There is sour candy on my desk

 With flavors blueberry

And strawberry in the

 Red jar

This has roses imprinted upon it

 The same ones that are on my drapes

In my bedroom right next to my bed

Where I’m about to go to sleep and catch some Zzzzs

 

 

Most men are the same

They are jerks

And are mean

Who cannot do math right

Which makes me wonder why they go to school anyway?

Why can’t they just stay home and eat fruits

And eggs and turkey bacon for breakfast

Most of the food comes from their family anyway (pigs)

I hope they get the Swine Flu!

 

 

                                 

    Love may be deceitful & precious at the same time

    Do not underestimate the power of Love and Hate

    Never break a promise, for they are powerful and may break someone’s Heart

    Lies may only lead to worse situations than from when you started

    The truth should always be your first option

    Love disappears just as soon as it has appeared

    Anyone can do whatever they want, so long as they believe it in their Mind and Hearts

 

My escape from reality               

U had me in the palm of your hand

Songs are all I think about sometimes

Initially, music was just a hobby

Casually, it turned into an obsession

 

Offically a musician

Forever obsessed with my guitar

 

. I am sitting here in this library at school

. With Hot .97 in the bachround and my pink headphones in my ears

. So drop your blood red i-pod and listen to my lime green one

I sit here

All the way over here

I can see the back of your head

I can see where your slick black hair was cut

I can see you mouth move as you talk to your friends

I can see so much,

though I bet you can not even see me

Me, I, Me

I have been here for so long

I am here,

but not for long

I will move my seat

I will change my place

I will move on,

until I am not here any more,

just gone

  The castle,

  it goes up and down

  The horse,

  it Ls it's way through the game

  Bishups are next

  They go diagnal

  The most important pieces are after

  King and Queen

  They go in any direction

  Kings are one

  Queens are many

  Finally the Ponds

  All very independant

  One or two  spaces

  I am not a Horse

  I am not a Castle

  Nor am I a Bishup

  Nor am I a King or Quen

  But a Pond

  Yes, I am a pond

  Independant, alone,

  and one....

By the time Rose was awake, Ivy was too. Indeed, that painful stab Ivy felt at the lower part of her tourso was a wound. The bleeding stoped, but that does not mean that all of the pain has gone away.

Rose looked around, really scared now, and observed her surroundings. She could not fight back because they were too big, and she could not run away because she was chained to the wall. There was also one of them by the door, a guard no dout. Rose grasped the fact that it was probably going to be a really long and hard time before she and Ivy could escape. She had no idea what to do or think. Her mind was getting out of control with the task of still trying to grasp that they all had lond, hard, and sharp teeth and claws. 

Rose was still looking around when Ivy said, but not loud enough for the guard to hear. For Rose's ears only. "There is no point in doing that." Rose looked at her with confusion and fear in her eyes. "I already scoped this place out and there seems to be no way out. Espically with these chains straped on to our wrists and anckles."

Rose said some really unintelligable things under her breath. "There has to be a way!" She wispered, now urgently, too.

"I have been up for a while. Trust me, I would know if there were a way out of here."

They stoped talking abrubtently as soon as they both saw the old hag coming their way.

"You know, I don't believe we were formaly introduced before" She said.

The two prisoners just stared at her with disbelif and hatred.

"Hello, my name is Cary Green and I am the god-mother here in this lovely house," a sly smile crept across ~Cary's~ face. "What are your names?" Her voice were not that far off from sounding sly either.

"Freak off beaver!" Rose exclaimed.

Ivy knew that Cary would either get really pissed off and finish them off now, or she would torture them and make them suffer. So she hissed at Rose to hush.

Rose obeyed.

As if to prove Ivy's thoughts right, she came forward to Rose in an unnatural speed. "I am not a beaver!", Cary spat, "I am a enourmasly big ferret who feeds on fresh human blood. And everyone here are my children."

Rose shrank out of fear for Cary bared her teeth.

"Now listen here dearies", she started to back away cracking her neack, "I will not eat you up now, even though it is very temting. You should be grateful because you"--she pointed at Rose--"are bothering me. No worries though, I will stop your pain soon enough."

Then she left with all her ~children~ trailing behind her.

Dear whoever this may concern,   

     Listen, I can not help but feeling deeply sorry. I know I should not, but I am. I have not been on the computer in so long. There for, I have not been on Young Writers either. I have been so busy with school, (exams, projects, blah blah blah blah) and family happenings. I am sad to type that I will not be on as frequently as I like, or used to be. However, I will try to read as much of everyone's work as I can that I have missed. And comment on each one that I read. I will type up some more of my horror novel (Well it is not really a novel, it is a way for me to feel happy if I call it a novel. It will make me feel better if I call it a novel. Makes me seem big and all :-p). 

                                                                                              Thank you,

                                                                                                 Basma Attieh 

 

 

It was saturday night, seven fourty-five pm and Rose and Ivy were still not dressed. Rose has been over Ivy's house since around six twenty-five. She thought they could get ready together and go together. 

"Why can't I find anything?!?!" Rose stressed. They wanted to wear something that make them seem cool. Something that would finaly get the boys to look at them. 

"Well, we better hurry up", Ivy said as she looked at her alarm clock, " `cause we got about thirty minutes to be fully dressed and at that party."

"I know, I know. I do not want to be late either"

 

Finaly, Ivy setteled for a red silky tank-top with black embroidings and black denum jeans with red sewings on the back pockets. She had red Stilethettos on her feet to match. Rose wore a hot pink halter top with white skinney jeans. And her toes slipped right into white and pink Coach flats. They both threw some make-up on, that they took from their mothers, and were on their way.

"I really hope Josh likes my clothes", Rose desired.

"I don't know why you crush on him anyway", Ivy retorted, "you know Jessica is all over him twenty-four/seven"

"Hey, a girl can dream can't she?"

"Not about Josh Hathaway, she can't"

A block away, Rose spotted the house. It had red, yellow, and white lights flashing out of the windows. As if there were a disco ball in the room. She could see shadows behind the windows, people's silthoute. the windows that will show her shadow soon enough. Then Ivy saw the house too and got as excited as Rose.

Rose knocked on the door and Josh answered. She gave him a flirtatious smile and a wink. He just raised one eyebrow, chuckeled, and yelled "They're Here!" probably at the top hof his lungs. The misic was really loud, it could blow off somebody's head that loud.

"Welcome dearies!", some really old raggedy lady said and smiled warmly. Ivy thought she was most likely Jessica's mother, or maybe grandmother from the looks of it. Rose thought the same exact thing.

"Um, thanks", they both said shyly, and returned the smile. They were starting to get nervous. 

The house was suddenly quiet. Rose looked into the living to inspect the amount of people, and sure enough there was a disco ball there. I knew it! she thought. Along with the disco ball were not that many people. Maybe ten or twelve. Fifteen at the most.

All of a sudden the girls felt a really harsh shove from behind them, and heard the door slam a bit too loudly. 

Then as soon as the warm smile appeared on the old lady's face, did it turn into a sinsiter one. "No lovelys, thank you for coming",her smile grew even bigger, " because now we can have dinner" The last word came out in a hiss.

That was when the growls started to sound and when Rose realized they were going to have some trouble leaving that house tonight. Ivy realized they were probably not going to be able to leave at all. If they are lucky, then it will pass by easy, quick, and not completely painful. Considering...

So this is why they always keeep to themselves. It's because they're--- Ivy's thoughts were cut off all of a sudden by a sharp pain-throbing stab somewhere in her lower body. She could not tell which because she was already unconsious.

"Ivy!", Rose screamed in fright. But no one seemed to hear her `cause the music was on again and it drowned out her voice.

Rose was next to be on the floor, she knew it, and that is exactly what happened. She was thrown on the floor and just about to hit unconsiousness, too.

But not before she saw what Ivy saw. It was then that everyone in the room seemed to transform into something that was not even supposed to be real. Something that was only supposed to be a myth........

 

 

 

 

   Prologue

 

"I'm so excited about tonight!" Rose exclaimed to her friend Ivy. Rose and Ivy were going to one of the most popular girls', Jessica, house tomorrow night for a house party. This was their first time ever going to a house party. Well, this was their first time ever being invited.

"I can't wait either" Ivy says. They were on their way to English, they have almost all of their classes together. They havn't always been the best of friends, but they were good enough friends to arrange their schedule so they can have a lot of the same classes.

Then, as suddenly as the topic occured between Rose and Ivy, Jessica and her groupies (Sarah, Britney, Cristine, and Ashley; and their boyfriends: Jessica's-Josh, Sarah's-Swayer, Britney's-Brandon, Cristine's-Christopher, and Ashley's-Ashten) waltzed by. They are the most popular kids in the school. You were really lucky if they even acknologed you.

So when they actually came up to Rose and Ivy and started to talk to them, heads turned and necks broke.

"Are you guys still coming tomorrow?", Jessica asked polightly, a little too polightly. 

Now all the heads that broke their necks to look, were gawking.

"Yeah", Ivy said a bit too high.

"Definantly", Rose squiled too excitingly.

"Great." Jessica said calmly. "Remember; tomorrow night, eight-thirty"

Rose and Ivy were too gidy to say anything more so they just nodded.

Then they walked away. Ivy thought she heard Josh muttered "Loser" and everyone of the groupies cough a laugh.

Just my imagination. Ivy thought to herself and kept on walking to English with her friend.

The thing was that they had no idea what they were really walking into once thay both stepped into that house tomorrow night.

 

 

 

 

 

 

I am here

And I am really bored

I am here at the desk

Doing nothing but answering the phones,

That never seem to stop ringing

It truly is off the hook

I am here and have to deal with these annoyingly irritating children,

That never seem to actually just SHUT UP and sit down

I am here really bored and just so....out of it

I am here and I can not read the book I have been itching to read

I am here at work and am really bored

I am here and there is so much to do.....

 

I actually am at work with my mother and the receptionist is running late. So, being the sweet girl that i am (cough cough) I volenteered to cover for her. There is an event going on and there are like a hundred little kids running around yelling and they think they can do whatever the heck they want. So they will not follow the rules and stay off the computer. They also will not stay in the dang room that they are supposed to. They are driving me crazy. I think these kids think they are cool. Hunter is setting a bad example, even from where he lives.  

What if I actully did it

What if it really happened

What if I jumped off the top

I would be gone,

Totaly gone,

Vanished from the face of the Universe

I would have been at the peaks

 

I can see a lot up here

I can you,

You with me, and me alone

Not with her,

And not with them

Just you,

You and I here at the peaks

 

I can see what we had

What you,

What I,

What we did

I miss you

I miss me

I miss us here at the peaks

 

Goodbye,

For now,

And forever

Goodbye to you,

To me

Tell my mom I love her

Here at the peaks I say goodbye

 

 

 

What if I actully did it

What if it really happened

What if I jumped off the top

I would be gone,

Totaly gone,

Vanished from the face of the Universe

I would have been at the peaks

 

I can see a lot up here

I can you,

You with me, and me alone

Not with her,

And not with them

Just you,

You and I here at the peaks

 

I can see what we had

What you,

What I,

What we did

I miss you

I miss me

I miss us here at the peaks

 

Goodbye,

For now,

And forever

Goodbye to you,

To me

Tell my mom I love her

Here at the peaks I say goodbye

 

 

 

V1.

I'm in here in ma room

All the time doin' the same thing

SAME THING

       ~~~~~                   ~~~~~~

Chorus

I'm sittin'  here listenin' to music

All day listenin' to songs

All day...and night

I be listenin' to the same songs

Ova and ova,

I be listenin' to music

V2.

But I ain't complaining

I've got a variety

There's Akon

And Teairra Mari feat. Pleasure P.

And I ain't gonna lie,

I got High School Musical too

Then there's Lil. Wayne and Obie Trice

And da Backstreet Boys

Andthen there's, of course, Drake Bell

And I can neva eva forget ma All American Rejects

               ~~~~~~                    ~~~~~~

Repeat Chorus......

               ~~~~~~                    ~~~~~~

V3.

I'm glad,

Oh so very glad

`Cause I got ma lime green i-pod nano,

Which got music on it

So why don't you drop your hot pink one,

And give me your hand...

 

 

Love to write

Love to sing

Love to play misic

I love to dance

But...

I never dance, sing, nor do I play music in public

I write in public, obviously

I just do not do anything else 

I do not know why

And, to tell you the truth,

I don't care

Maybe I am scared,

Maybe I am not ready to spread my wings,

And fly

MAYBE, maybe....

I don't know

Tomorrow I will go out side and sing

Tomorrow I will go out side and play music

Tomorrow I will go out side and dance,

Just dance

I am passionate and mean

I wonder why we all die

I hear a noise that is unearthly

I see a sight so beautiful

I want to stay alive until I can really live

I am passionate and mean

 

I pretend to be happy in such a dull life

I feel such sadness that it deepens with no target

I touch the hearts of many, but yet,

I worry for my mother

I cry for my sister

I am passionate and mean

 

I understand that life is hard, however,

I say you should brush it off your shoulders

I dream to be successful in anything and everything

i try to be good

I hope I don't fail horribly

I am passionate and mean

I am Basma Attieh

My mind is on a one way track that would soon lead to the Free Way

I don't have a favorite color, however,

I do have the most amount of books in my family

My head is annoyingly unusual

My brain is irritatingly full

I have the toughness os a Sumae Wrestler

I also have two cats who love to bother one another

My closet is pretty small, but,

My fashion sense is really big

I am Basma Attieh, and this is who I am

They Yell,

They scream,

And we all come tumbling down

They are hitting,

They are chastising,

And we are all cring

They play,

They laugh,

And we are all mad

They forcefully swat,

They purposly bruise,

And we all bleed

They are the parents of children who could never live

We are those children

Into the dark I go

In I go, and don't come out

It is just so black

So black and gray

It is just so sad

Oh so sad,

Sad and dark

I think I'll never be the same

No, I don't think that,

I know it

Know it for sure

I am going into "IT" now

However, I'm not quite sure what "IT" may be

It'll never be the same

I'll never be the same

I've lost so much respect for him

And considering he hadn't had much from the start,

Well what's just even sadder is the amount he has left

And, he happens to be my father

 

                                    ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦

 

Here I am,

I'm in "IT", I am

You're so far away

I don't think I can reach that far, babe

I don't think I have the strength to keep keep coming,

if you're not going to meet me half way

I'm sorry, but this is just the way it has to be, I guess

I love you,

I care for you,

And I wish you the best

But, this is just the way it has to be

I tried so many times,

But now I'm tired of tring

I know it's never good to give up,

However I'm giving up now.

Goodbye

I love you,

I care for you,

And I wish you the best

But this is just the way it has to be

Goodbye and good luck

 

There's this place where there's a place for everything, and everthing is in it's place.

Most people have a place like that,

And some people haven't found their special place yet. Like myself.

Most people think they may have found their place already, and most of the time, they're right,

But sometimes they could be wrong.

I like to think of this place as a comfort zone.

Some people find their comfort zone in other people.

Such as boyfriends, or best friends, or even pets.

But it's wrong to do that. You'd have to be able to rely on youself at some point, to be able to say "I did that all by myself".

When having a comfort zone in somebody else, well it just means you're using them.

You could sometimes rely on other people, but you should almost always be able to depend on yourself, too.

The comfort zone should be where everybody can be calm, where they can cool down.

Where you could have your own thoughts, that you could actually think about.

Where you don't have to hide anything from anyone. And that's only because it'll be you and yourself,

It'll all be your own. Yor own eveything.

It's this place where anything is possible.......

I've  visited here so many times before that they expect me and know me by name.

I don't know why i keep coming back, I just do.

It's as if I belong here.

I don't need this, but it won't leave me alone, and I try to stop.

But in the end I give in.

Why? Why do I always give in?

But, on the other hand, why not?

I usually believe what everyone tells me.

I don't know why, but I do.

I've been here before,

Here, where they know me so well.

Here, where I keep coming,

And for what reason, I don't know.

Why? Why do I keep coming here?

Why not? Why not, when it's my own, and no one else's?

This is how I get hurt.

This is how anyone can get hurt.

We all let them in, then we get hurt for it.

I guess it's our fault, considering we trust the wrong ones.

These are all just consequences to our wrong doings.

Here is where I am,

Here is where I belong.

Here is on the inside, here may be on the outside.

Here= is our mind & hearts, it's where we keep all our thoughts and feelings.

Them= these are  persons we begin to trust, but then to only be betrayed by them.

They're all over, they're all also unavoidable.

Be careful who you trust, kiss, hug, touch. Be responsible.

 

 

People are always saying "tomorrow tomorrow, I'll do it tomorrow."

Well what if there was no tomorrow, what if today was your last day?

What would you do? Who would you talk to, would you talk to your enemies? Would you say goodbye to them?

Each day is a gift, not a given right.

If today was your last day, what would you do?

Would you do whatever it takes to fix things, to get another chance?

Because you can't rewind time, you can only go foward.

Every second counts in every way.

Leave no stone unturned,

And don't try to take the easy way out. You may never know what you did if you skip a part in life.

Like that first step you take is the longest stride.

So live a life like you'll never live it twice.

If today was your last day, would you still reach for the stars,

Nomatter who you are? Would you still go after what you believe in?

Even if today was your last day?

Let nothing stand in your way, `cause the hands of time won't wait for you.

Time will move on, just like everything else.

If today was your last day, tomorrow was too late,

Could you say goodbye to yesterday?

 

 

R.I.P. Kevin, Arab's friend and everyone who never made it to today. We'll all miss you.

 

 

 

 

 

Time-)(- Known to be man made. Known to be the absents of our being. Where we abide. In color and dimension. The place of all peace and tranquill greatness. Soft spoken word that define my inner being. The soft touch of past and future that run through my veins. Cold sadness is deepend as the train of thought races against it. Only to lose and focused on what is sick and wrong. But where do the shadows abide. To only be taken over. I surrender the difficult truth and sad understanding of my present. I live where I live only to be opened and exposed to what I fear and defeat. Quikly needed to help those revive the sad and unruly truth of space and time. To be put in a place of tension. The air is thick and my sorrow is understood. To only confront it is a dream. But the sad truth is I'm wide awake.I am defined. 

 

 

My best friend wrote this and i think she deserves her work to be seen, so i posted on my page it for her.

 

Green, Light & dark

Green, Yellow & blue

Green, Pearl & shiney

Green, Green & green

All the greens that are beautiful

 

But not mine, no

Mine is ugly,

And it's all because of you

You did this to me

And now I'm getting greeNer by the day

 

I'm not complete yet

It's only a matter time before.....

It's just my feet now,

But, you'll see, it'll expand

The green will expand, but my heart will only flatten

 

I'm getting greeeNer by the day

 

Why'd you do this to me?

It's up to my knees now

How could you do this to me?

After all I've done for you, why?

What has happened to us?

 

It won't stop,

I'm getting scared now

It's up to my hips

I'm so afraid

I could drown in the green

 

My heart is getting smaller,

Whle the green is getting so large

I might just faint from all the pain

I see the surface atop of me

I think I'm going under

 

I'm getting greeeeeNer by the day

 

I keep falling futher down,

Down, Down, Down

I'm falling forever

I've got to break through all this

I go under in defance

 

And, I'm getting greeeeeeNer by the day

 

It's up to my neck now

I'm tring very hard to hold on,

But it's very difficult

I don't know if I can keep up

I'll try to hold on

 

I'm getting greeeeeeNeer by the day

 

I think I'm up to my last few days

I love you babe

The green has covered my face,

All but my lips

I think it's because my lips were the last thing you touched

 

My heart is just a little speck now,

That will probably vanish soon

I think I'm at the very bottom,

I've fallen the whole way

I'm getting greeeeeeNeeer by the day

 

My little speck is gone,

Vanished into thin air

I'm gone, totally gone,

Also vanished into thin air

Goodbye Love, my lips are now green

 

 

 

                                         ♦♦♦

 

 

 

 

Green, Light & dark

Green, Yellow & blue

Green, Pearl & shiney

Green, Green & green

All the greens that are o-so beautiful.....

I'm getting greeeeeeNeeer by the day

 

 

Who am I?

I know who he is. He's a team player.

I know who she is. She's a team, by the side lines. But who am I?

She's a docter

He's a nurse. But who am I?

Do you know who I am? I could be someone important, like a hero.

Or maybe I'm not as important. I could be just any regulay person that walks among us. I don't know, but I'm going to find out.

I walk outside and knock on the first door I see.

"Do you know who I am?" I ask him.

Then he replies "Nope, sorry", and closes the door.

So I go to another door.

I ask "Who am I?"

"Idon't know" she says and closes the door.

I've asked so many other people and they all don't have a clue about who I am.

So I decide to try the last door.

This one is so bright. It's painted all the colors of the rainbow.

How Strange I think.

I knock on the door and a couple answers.

"Would you happen to know who I am?" I ask them.

Then they boyh say at the same time, "Ofcourse we do, silly billy".

Then they both smiled and it made me feel like they really did know who i was.It made me feel like I finally had a place where I belonged. Finally.

So I entered their house, and stayed there a while.

After, when I finally left their house, I knew all about myself.

Hi, I'm Basma Attieh and I'm a writer and artest. At the same time. Nice to meet you.

But who are you?

everybody's always sayin i wont be any1 important

      everybody's always sayin im worthless                                                                                                                                         

everybody's always sayin im nothin but trash                                                                                                                                          BUT EVERYBODY WAS WRONG

                  

 

i will grow up and be anybody i wonna be

   there is no1 to tell me otherwise                                                                                                there is no1 to make me feel otherwise,

and there is no1 to make me think otherwise

 

 

            because i can fly

     because i can spread my wings and fly

because i WILL spread my wings and fly high,

               high in the sky

 

                                                  

I DEDICATE THIS POEM TO ANYBODY WHO HAVE PPL IN THEIR LIVES RIGHT NOW THAT'S TELLIN THEM THEY CAN'T DO ANYTHING

        JUST  KNOW THAT THEY ARE WRONG ADN YOU CAN BE ANYBODY YOU WANT TO BE, AND ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS WORK HARD FOR IT, EARN IT

                                                                                          AND PROVE THOSE PPL WRONG, BECAUSE YOU CAN FLY

                                                                                                                            HIGH IN THE SKY