Nighmare Down My Street

When you walk down my street you'll see a dark alley. It's so quiet you can hear yourself breathe. You try to stay calm because the boa constricter, rattlers, gardeners, phythons, are starving. This alley is so dark you don't know where you're going. It's the unknown that's scary. Being alone thats worse.

They say two heads are better then one,a nd you'd know ounce you walk down my alley. Worms are swarming everywhere. Random dumb blondes laugh. You're ignored. Down my alley you'll get the goosebumps, because it's all your fears in this one alley.

A man with a dark beard starts to stare at you, you can feel his breath against your skin. You run, afraid to look back. You hear him calling you're name. It starts to get clastrophobic. I CANT breathe. Screaming to get out. I can feel the snakes surrounding me.

Im shaking so hard I can't think straight anymore. I fall down, ropes are wrapped around my ankles. I go down for miles as the rope reaches its elasticity I feel my body retract upword. I pass out, and as I awake i'm far away from my alley because just thinking about it makes me afraid.

Gasping:

Struggling for the surface, I'm gasping. I'm kicking and screaming. My eyes wide open, and I'm praying. I haven't been to Gods house in a long time, but my bodys getting weaker every damn second, and I'm gasping. Gasping to just breathe. Save me. Help me, but I'm all by myself.
I'm squirming. I'm squirming so hard that my legs are shaking tired, as if I had a 100 pound brick attached to each of my legs. I only weight 105, and I can't do this anymore. Air bubbles swarm around me because my body struggles to breathe, and no air goes in. I'm falling to the bottom no. It's many feet below the surface.
As I can't see the surface anymore I close my eyes, and whisper, "Just Breathe".
I'm gasping.

Love

What is love?
Baby don't hurt me, don't hurt me no more....
So what is love?
To be honest, I think everyone has their own meaning of love.
I think it depends on what they go through.
If someone marries someone who never does anything for them their whole life, but demands them to do things for them, and in return all they get is a part of their husbands pay check, they may think that is love. Than there is the man who does everything and anything for his wife, is very romantic and smart, that girl falls in love with him, and to her that is love. Or maybe there is the girl who watches all those romantic movies, and has such a high expectation of love, but never finds it.
Love can be anything you want it to be.
It's like a ball of clay that you mold and mold into something wonderful that you want to fire and keep forever!
Love can be anything that makes you feel great.
Its something we all need, and something we STRIVE for.

Love.

Why?

Why are we curious?

Why is the earth circle shaped?

Why do we have to work?

Why is life the way it is?

Why do we have technology?

Why do we have to make this blog?

Why do we have favorites?

Why do we like the things we do?

Why do we do the things we do?

Why are we attracted to people?

Why are you reading this?

Why do we die?

Why can't pets talk?

Why do we come into this world?

Why is there religion?

Why do we love?

Why did they die?

Why do we breathe?

Why are robots real?

Why are there fish?

Why do we ask the UN-known?

Why do most people think we go to heaven when we die?

Why is the sun so hot?

Why are we who we are?

Why, why, why?

We can sit and ask WHY, and ask questions. We ask questions to get a better understanding, or to find the answer, but have you noticed that there are so many "whys" that we just can't answer? I guess it's our beliefs that keep us stable, otherwise we would be lost in a world of whys. 

Humans

What it's like to really be human is to touch, to be able to feel something so soft your heart melts. To see, to be able to see what this world has to offer, to see the ocean for the first time. To listen. To be able to hear the words I love you. To smell, to smell grandma's cookie's baking in the oven makes my mouth water, and to TASTE, to have taste buds to tell us what we like and what we don't. Your first kiss. Some people aren't blessed with every sense, so why do we even care that we have them? All you really need is a heart, so you can love, you can feel emotion. Emotion is so strong, why do we need to hear that we are loved, can't we just feel it? A brain so you can picture what the world is like, who needs eyes, and touch, when you can just picture the ocean being a little piece of heaven on earth? Why do we need to taste, when we are starving we'll eat anything to keep us going. Smell. Why do we need to smell. With out our nose, we don't have to worry about colds, or judging someone because they couldn't take a shower the night before. Who cares about smell? As long as we can breathe in the fresh air that keeps our heart going and our brain functioning, who cares about our senses? I guess senses just give us an ordinary direction of things, but our heart minds and body really show us what it's like to be human.

I am young, wild, and free. No just I'm just kidding. I am young, but at what age are we considered "mature" because even though I am young I hate when people judge me for being young. I can be wild, but if anyone is too wild, you're either sent to a lunatic home, put in jail, or totally ignored. I would love to be free to do whatever I wanna do, to have restrictions on my life, but unfortunately there is such things as parents and the government. So I technically I am neither of the three. My pen name is Clairissa Jenkins, because she is the girl off of 92.5 who calls people to prank them. I love listening to her calls, because she is so hilarious, and we need more of her in our society. People who tell it how it is, and more people with a sense of humor. I love the color purple, and I'm not the best writer so lets see how this blog thing goes. I can tell you one thing though I AM outspoken, original, and adventurous.

 

-Clairissa Jenkins