I Want to Be Like You

Her name is Jessica,
Everyone calls her,
Jess.

She is
Conscientious,
Prudent,
Serene
Courtesy.



You tell me
To depict her,
I will.



Jess,
The second daughter,
God's child,
Adopted,
Embarks her life,
With parents,
Not her own,
But still
She is loved.


She smiles
Day and night,
The leaves fall,
The sky thunders,
The sun sets,
Still,
Her smile never fades.


Her face,
The face,
That makes every guy fall in love,
The masterpiece,
A diamond,
A crystal,
The rainbow.

Her personality,
Flows like the pacific ocean,
Shines like the sun,
Warm like a mothers hug,
Funny like a comedian..
She is the girl,
Who never gets rankled,
Who has no inkling.

Her parents never
Confiscated her cellphone,
Because she listens,
Respects,
Obey.



Jessica,
The A student,
Is never lackadaisical
About work.

I want to be like you.
You ignore all the insults,
The gossip,
The guys,
And live a life
With a smile,
Laugh,
And hope.

You stop when you see,
Your friend crying,
An injured person,
A poor girl begging.

You give the girl,
50 cents,
Your smile,
Your heart,
And Gods words.

I want to be like you.

Holden Caulfield

Whooton School
Kicked out,
Elkton Hills,
Kicked out,
Pencey Prep
Kicked out,
I change my school,
Like people change
Their hair color.


I lived in Ossenburger Memorial Wing
of the new dorms.
Ward Stradlater,
My room mate,
That moron,
Thinks he's a hot-shot.


Ackley Kid,
Roomed next to me,
Never did I see,
Him brushing
His lousy teeth,
He damn near,
Made me sick,


That sick bastard.
I'm quite illiterate,
But I read a lot.


I know a few,
Authors too:
My brother D.B,
Ring Lardner,
Isak Dinsen,
Somerset Maugham.


It's night right now,
Ackley kid,
Boy, does he snore
Like a madman.


It's quite here,
You can't hear no cars
Anymore.
I got up,
And packed my two Gladstones,
Off to the goddam corridor,
Down the silent stairs,
With my red hunting hat on,
And my Gladstones,
And yell,
“Sleep tight, ya morons!”
I bet,
I woke up every bastard
On the whole floor.


Then I got the hell out.

This Lullaby

This Lullaby by Sarah Dessen is such a touching book that I could easily relate to. Sarah embraces the reader in and puts you inside the protagonist, Remy's shoes. Remy is a 18-year-old girl who is soon going to college. She is the daughter of a working romance author, who has got divorced four times, and is now working on husband number five. Remy says, "She takes on husbands the way other people change their hair color: out of boredom, listlessness, or just feeling that this next one will fix everything, once and for all."


The song, "This Lullaby," which is now popular, haunts Remy because it was a song dedicated to her by her dead father--who was once a musician and never got to see his children. Because Remy sees her mothers failed relationships, she is closed to love, self-protective , and has no faith in it.

Remy had a lot of boyfriends, slept with them, but just for the sake of it. She knows when to give them the "speech" when she feels like it's getting serious or deep. Love is like a map to her. She knows what to do and when to dump them. She experienced this several times and is good at it too. Her rules for boys break when she meets a guy named Dexter.

Dexter is messy, impulsive, annoying, and a musician, like her father. Dexter falls in love with Remy and shows his interest in her. She doesn't have the slightest feeling for him but still Dexter doesn't succumb. Remy knows what to do: Ignore him. But after spending time with him, Dexter slowly takes Remy's heart and shows her, that he isn't like other guys who breaks her heart, and truly loves her. They finally get together, and Remy realizes she took a step towards real love, a love she never thought it existed in her world. Remy doesn't even sleep with him, when thats the usual thing she'd do. Remy has a feeling she's in danger falling in love with him, but surprisingly, she can't control her feelings. She is frustrated because she can't get rid of him.

Dexter wants to be more than a summer fling, and has hope in their relationship. What would happen? Does Remy think like that too? Will she give him the "speech" and moves on with her life? Will she get to learn the lesson of true love over time?

Sarah Dessen is an incredible author. I don't get bored reading her books at all. She has a great imagination and makes the readers crave for more about the story. She uses protagonist that are believable, and able to relate. The story is realistic, and gives us the image of the struggles in teenage girls. Though you can't hear the protagonist talking, you can feel their tone, and picture their acts and their personality. This Lullaby is a book that can teach you real meaning of love and can tell you that life can sometimes be lost in a wrong path, but later finds its way to its destination. I recommend this book to anybody who is now struggling with love, and doesn't know what to do.

My Mom

Is my handkerchief.
My Mom is my umbrella,
My Jacket,
The roof of the house.


My mom is a kangaroo,
Protective,
Loving,
Tender,
Unselfish,
Sacrifisies for it's young.


My mom is the big waves.
Crashes onto me,
Big pressure,
Drowning,
Unable to rise
Above water.


My mom is a lion.
My mom is the queen.
Respect her,
Honor her,
Listen to her,
Love her.


My mom is my nurse,
She has the ability,
To heal my hurts,
To calm my fears,
So that I could face the world,
Feeling safe,
And secure.


My mom is my friend.
My mom is a chauffeur.
She is my teacher,
My encourager,
My role model.



My mom is the weather.
Rainy,
Sunny,
Cloudy,
Thundering,
Snowing.



She makes the world freeze,
Her voice,
Reverberates through
The silence.


My mom is the goddess,
Aphrodite.
She loves me,
Like a mother,
Like a friend,
Like God.


My mom,
Wears a smile,
When shes's sad.



Sometimes,
When Leaves,
Turn brown and orange,
When the flowers
Sleep,
She wish to be a ferrari,
A cheetah,
A porsche,
The light,
Running away,
Far,


Where nobody can find her.
I see you cry,
I see you pray,
I see you upset,
I see your broken heart.


I come to you,
To be a shoulder to rely on,
To be your friend,
To be your nurse,
To be your encourager,
To be your handkerchief,
Like you were to me.


I wipe your tears,
You look at me,
I whisper,
I love you mom.