Shadowy Dreams

By Alexandra Quinones

The written thought creates a new memory and our chances fade through the mysterious history. The journal we use, that consumes our dreams, is just a wondrous taste of our encrypted wits. Strange events within time are chased, as the moments of control become the furious longing for truth and purpose. Dark brown eyes piercing her, making her wonder with mysterious thoughts. She watching the confused girl staring at her blank reflection, she sees someone that she cannot recognize, someone that she once knew. Each moment she watches, and waits for her own progression. Still remembering how she was the moment that he walked into her lonely life. For he had made her happy and pleased with the way that she was back then, when she was young, so innocent and weak. Every night she would wake, feeling shaken and tired, all those moments of bliss were nothing, but the splendor within her empty and lifeless dreams.

Missed Midnight

By. Alexandra Quinones

The night is just

The time is quick

On the days that we live

Life seems like a miss........

Plain Imagination

August 31, 2010

By Alexandra Quinones

Just sitting and watching the clock as time slowly fades and allows the days to pass freely, with the years going quickly. Each second bringing one minute closer to an hour, making the thoughts plain. Anything can happen, and it always does in our continuous and expanded dimension.

Sometimes you can feel like an outsider, as if certain things begin to seem strange and abnormal. Every moment you have to try to blend in but you are just the blackness in the night sky, which shades the moon, and surrounds the stars. But you soon fade as the brightness pierces through your soul and allows you to see the truth within the light and darkness.

(Both of these short paragraphs are just things that just came to mind, and so I just decided to type it out, and make sure that these thoughts were written)

Swift Affection

By Alexandra Quinones

You see him for the first time he looks amazing with his blue eyes, jet black shoulder length hair, perfect nose, soft lips, tan perfect skin and gorgeous smile. His eyes pierce your soul, and his smile makes you feel desired. He begins walking toward you wearing blue jeans, along sleeved black shirt with black sneakers. For the first time you don't try to hide, you find yourself desiring his aura. He grabs a red rose from a black vase, which was on the table beside him. Him bringing the rose close to his face to take in the scent, he hands it to you and begins to speak to you in a soft calm tone, "Are you alright? I mean sitting here alone?” your speechless you take the rose in hand and rise from your seat. He caresses your cheek; you begin to place your hand in his opposite hand. Looking into his eyes the wanting of him closer.......

Written: January 27, 2010

Posted: August 17,2010

My Thoughts of False Truth

August 13, 2010

By Alexandra Quinones

Just only one though enters my mind, one that makes me curious and forces me to be dishonest. I have just been thinking about how lies can really be wrong, but aren’t they just used to keep others under control. Honestly most of the time people will give false information to seem better than they are. While other times they might just say things to make someone else feel better. Technically you are not telling a lie, you’re just mentioning some parts of the truth. We have all done it at least once, lie I mean, but that might have been for a good cause, I mean sometimes you have to lie in order to get the truth. Truthfully I do not lie much and if I do it might be to protect myself from some kind of threat, but all in all I don’t like liars, they sort of ruin things for everyone else with one simple lie.

One Joyful Summer

By Alexandra Quinones

The swift gentle breeze grazed the thin blades of grass below the shaded earth that remained under the tall tree. Flowers began blooming and brought beauty to this lush grassy field in this month of August. The children run and play beneath the golden sunlight, racing each other to the tall tree, passed the flowers, and back to their parents. Watching from a distance their parents sit holding each other close on a picnic blanket, with a woven picnic basket next to them. The basket beside them holds sandwiches, plates, fruit, cups, and water. They all get together and begin to consume the fruit, sandwiches and water, now having an amazing time together by, talking, joking, and laughing this summer.

(This was just a random thought that popped into my mind and so I just decided to post it because, well I made it up and it seemed kind of nice and happy) (^_^)

The Outsiders Friends

By Alexandra Quinones

Forever judged by all and never allowed to be herself, she facing the world with very few friends. At times she would stay by herself, alone, because she thought that she would never be accepted, because she was the shy weird girl that was until she went to high school, where everything changed, others approached her and she made friends. They treated her like a normal person, and they never judged her because she was different, they loved that about her. They admired her strong and open mind. Anytime she was sad, angry, or not in a very good mood, they would comfort her and make sure that she was alright. Though she has other great friends she treasures these friends at this school, because they understand all that she is, as do her other closest best friends.

Desire of Love

By Alexandra Quinones

Every night she dreamt of him, since the time that he had disappeared. Each moment better than the last, they always come together, and into each others arms just holding each other, as if they would never meet again. The end of her dreams would always the same; he leaves her arms, fades away, and disappears into the darkness. Each morning she wakes with only desire in her thoughts and tears in her eyes. Thinking of the words he whispered to her before he departed lingered on her mind, binding her to him forever, their minds eternally linked. Never allowed to tell anyone of his dark secret or she might be the one person that suffers. Although she is tempted she promised to remain trustworthy and keep his secret so that she might perhaps someday see him once more.

What I feel Love is……

By. Alexandra Quinones

(I was randomly asked what I thought love was, so here is what I think)

You know you’re in love when that person is forever on your mind, when the short moments you are apart begin to feel like forever. Love is when you dream of them constantly, when you never want to be separated from that person. When you can’t never let them go, and when even if you are separated you know that they are not in harms way. Love is the sudden feeling that drives certain people crazy, because they don’t have love or have lost love. It’s the type of thing that never dies and can exist forever through live and death. True love is that sudden warm feeling you get when you see someone special for the first time, and from that moment on the two of you are inseparable. When you want to make sure you have that person with you, until death separates brings you apart. Even so when they are gone you can still feel there presence around you, comforting you, keeping you safe. When the ring, bracelet, necklace or what ever kind of jewelry or item given to you by them helps to calm and comfort you.

Waiting in Shadow

A dark, cool place with the shades closed, candelabras lit the room and the shadows touched the corners of each wall. The long, satin silk robe rubbed against my skin, as I walked around with black thin slippers on my feet. My hair was out, straight, long and flowing down my back. As I rested on a satin layered chair, I caught sight of a mahogany desk. On the glazed surface before me, there was a small, leather journal open with a pen lying on the page. With my legs crossed and picture in hand, I wondered when I would ever see him again.

( In this I described my dream world or in other words my utopia, so I hope you enjoy)

Written and Created: February 1, 2010

Edited and Completed: June 2, 2010

Posted: August 2, 2010

Empty thoughts

By Alexandra Quinones

Quickly trying to have a thought, her mind remains empty and thoughtless. No judgment or emotion drives her at this fading moment and nothing can ease this strange suffering. Emotions held within, no pain shown, all is kept and made unknown to others. Her thoughts are different now and she begins to think about the endless truth of eternity, and how her future and fate are unavoidable. With her fate unavoidable she realizes nothing avoidable, and that we have to work hard in order to make the future both greater and different for ourselves.

My realization of Time

By Alexandra Quinones

Finally realizing true immortality is just a thought of false imagination. For a time inhabitants will wait to face only the truth and everything will seem the same, except will be allowed to be extraordinary in its own way. Imagining places and times that never shatter and fade but always seem to return, bringing old styles and languages on way to the newer years, other people watching as the slower days bring fate closer. Imagining immortality will bring my realization of the only real and true time.

Unwise Judgment

Those who are easy to judge others should be punished, it does not matter who or what someone is or even it does not matter what they look like, you still have to treat them right, & with respect. Judgment is horrible, & who knows when you might need someone on your side, that can help you out of a tight spot. The person you may need to help you out might have been the one you have judged & sadly you will be the one that suffers in the end.

True Fate part 3

(Continuing off of last post by Alexandra Quiñones) …………July 20, 2010

The time is different now the weather is warm and calming. Sunlight shining off of the peaceful ocean, Claude and she walk out the door and are in a completely new place, as if magic had touched the door and allowed them to move to a new environment, she gazing up at the light blue sky watching as the clouds glide across the wide sky. Holding her waist he supports her weight, her ankle still healing from the fall in the forest. Each step they take brings them closer to a set of beige beach chairs and a table with a large white umbrella attached to the center, a cloth covers the table and is decorated and held down with a clear oval shaped vase, that holds a beautifully bloomed red rose, on this beach, the ocean brought grains of sand to the shore within this realm. People with their families relaxed and tanned while lying on towels and chairs lining the beach. Children creating sand castles and moats, decorating them with the shells they had found as they were running along the warm sandy beach before…….Finally at the table they sit and are each given glasses of red wine, by a server, from a small little bar at the outdoor restaurant beside them. They slowly sip the divine wine and converse about the beauty of this newly visited realm, he then orders both of them a meal, and they both dine on Ratatouille. The taste of sweet steamed vegetables with different herbs and spices caress their taste buds. After they had finished devouring the most delicious meal they had ever consumed they spoke of their attire, both of their hand on the table holding the napkins that they had used to wipe the corners of their own mouths. Taking his hand in hers she stands and walks over to his side and kisses him lightly on the cheek, blushing a little he stands, her tilts her head to gaze deeply into her dark eyes, her now looking into his, no words are spoken and he brings his lips closer to hers, they kiss just once, she kisses him back and begins to pull him closer. They stop and separate from one another, she remembers this kiss, she remembers those lips, she remembers him, he was hers once many years before this, when they were younger……….........The year they were taken far from one another, years ago when they were in love, the thoughts of how they never wanted to be apart. She gazes down at the necklace around her neck it was all she had of him when the last parted, in was in the shape of a teardrop and it had a small jewel in the center of a small groove on the necklace, she was 16 years old and he was 18, she gave him a wooden hand crafted locket with her picture inside so he would not forget her and he gave her a teardrop necklace so she would not forget him. She was known as the mysterious and innocent girl, while he was known as the dark, mysterious, bad boy, he always treated her with respect and never hated her ever, she loved him and he loved her. It was when they tried to introduce their parents that they were force to never see each other again. Her mother brought her to a place where she could be hypnotized so she would not remember him at all, and he was forced to live in a mansion alone far from her with only a few people to take care of him. She had only one thing that told her that she was with someone, it was the necklace she always wore around her neck, she never remembered where it came from, but she did remember that it was very important to her….............He watched her for a moment and then quickly gazed at the ground, tears rolled down his cheeks, the thought of her disappearing again, he opened the locket around his neck and gazed at her picture it had been all he had to remember her. Slowly turning around, tears in her eyes she sees his face, walking over, taking his hand and drying his tears will her handkerchief. They kissed once more and held each other tightly not wanting to let go of one another. He whispers in a gentle voice “I love you and I don’t want to lose you mi amor”, she replies “I love you too, and I wont let anything ever keep us apart”, the lost memory that had been locked away was now released from imprisonment, and the sun began to set as they traveled back through the door and remained together till the end of all time.

Fin.

Me?... Me?... ME?!...

By Monayzia Taylor*

This is written in thoughts of my best friend Bryniesha.

As she waited in the car, she takes out her papers and rehearse her lines over and over again. Her words filling the air, "Me?... Me?... ME?!... I’m nothing.” Her palms turned red after minutes of digging her nails into them, her head starts to wound with nervousness, and knees go weak. She knows that a few blocks from now she will enter the parking lot, the parking lot where her life begins. Her father looks through the mirror and tells her to ease up a little, she’ll do fine. She takes heed of his word, takes a deep breath, lay back, and rehearse her lines over and over again. Her words filling the air, “Me?... Me?... ME?! I’m nothing.” The loud door slap of her father getting out of the car, snapped her from her thoughts. A joyful smile fills her face as she meets up with one of her supportive teacher, Mr. Jeremy Kamps, he greets her with a warm smile and a pat on the back as he leads her inside. He notices lack of energy from her, he reminds her of all the times they’ve stayed after school rehearsing lines over and over again, words filling the air, “Me?... Me?... ME?!... I’m nothing.” The time where she stood in front of the whole fourth block writing class, rehearsing lines over and over again, words filling the air, “Me?... Me?... ME?!... I’m nothing.” Suddenly her confidence is on “BOOST MODE!” Entering the door, down the hall waits the judges, asking her what will she be rehearsing today. A Beneatha line from the play A Raisin in the Sun by Lorraine Hansberry. The judges gives her a head nod, motions her to start. Silents ….. her head is down getting ready to put herself in Beneatha’s shoes, she looks up and there she starts “Me?... Me?... ME?!... I’m nothing.” Silents …. She stops, she messed up, they told her to go to the back room and scream all her nervousness out. She walks on again, she starts and finishes. She walks off stage with her head held high. After that day she never heard back from the judges, her hopes began to decrease. Soon it hit her, because that was her first audition she did pretty good, however it takes rejection to succeed in life. && Yes She? ... She? ... SHE?! ... She's Something = ]

True Fate part 2

(Continuing from the end part of true fate).......... July 19, 2010

The rain suddenly appeared from out of nowhere, the wind swift and strong removing leafs from the trees, the deep roaring of thunder in the distance. Watching the rain fall, each drop of water sliding down the clear window, the sky was bright and the temperature was warm , the brightness quickly changed to shadow, lightening striking, and the storm above wild and uncontrollable. The sky suddenly cleared up the two of them now closer than ever, in this abnormal strange world. Claude comforting her, his fingers moving through her soft smooth hair, her now gazing at his sweet face, they walk hand in hand down the long hall talking and still questioning each other still, and continue on down the grand staircase...........Feeling different troubles fading and moving far from her, new thoughts create trust for a new acquaintance.

Thoughts without difference

By. Alexandra Quinones

Thinking about the times that everyone has the same things, not much is different. You may earn more money than someone else but it does not change much, you are still the same person, with just more to spend, to spend on things like, bills, items you want, and the people you truly care for. We will never change, nothing ever does, except for our emotions.......Right?!

True Fate

By Alexandra Quinones

Trapped unable to feel anything but emptiness within her beating heart, eyes catching a gaze of a sight something and her hair flows with the soft gentle breeze. The sky is dark, the wind is strong, hearing whispers of distant creatures lingers then fades as she walks the pale marked road curious of true fate………… Each breath creates a warm cloud of air, skin beginning to become colder continuing to walk through the shadowed, misty, abyss. Feeling a dark presence following, watching, wondering what is going on she turns around, and tries to spot something anything but nothing appears to be there, she keeps walking now suddenly struck with fear. Heartbeat now increasing breathes deeper…… Thoughts run through her mind, what is following me? Does it intend on harming me? Trembling and watching her every move she gazes up at the full moon hoping that worst is not coming to her. Sounds of the souls warn her trying to scare her so that she does not fall to the same fate as they had; the sound of branches snapping frightens her even more. Running quickly to hide, she trips over a tree root; sitting up beginning to brush off the dirt and leaves she realizes her ankles broken, turning now to see a pale gentleman kneeling beside her............ He reaches out to her, she takes his hand and they both stand facing each other their eyes meet, she glances away, he watches and gently places his hand on her rosy cheek. Now placing her hand over his she looks back into his eyes, the color a dark hazel brown, almost like the color of caramel; his hair curly and straight but shoulder length; the color is hard to make out it looks like a blackish brown color. Trying to walk away she finds herself weak and begins to trip over her own feet, he catches her before she falls, gazing at her beautiful face he long wants to have her embrace, but he helps her walk, now keeping her safe, by bringing her to another place. She awaken in a dark room lit with tiny wall candles, her ankle wrapped and clean, her slippers still on her feet he black gown clean, her hair still silky and long, the environment unknown to her. Sitting up the small quilt that was warming her slides down her body, she looks around the room and notices there is a note on the pillow beside her she reads it, “Thought you might want to be left alone, hope you enjoy the room, it is yours until the time that you intend on leaving”
- Claude

Walking over to the wide closet, she spies a long dress, the color a dark plum purple; the thin straps , with short white sleeves that uncover the shoulders, skirt flowing down to the floor, an upside down V design shows off the white laced over with black slip beneath. Without hesitation she changes into the dress, surprisingly it fits to her slim figure……..Now walking down a dark corridor only lit by wall candelabras she hears the most soothing sound. Following the sound she comes to a door, its open just a crack, she peaks through the door it’s the gentleman that helped her, he plays this instrument with such emotion each stroke over the strings allow a dark flowing sound to travels, creating a calm atmosphere, she steps back, the floor board creaks and his playing stops….He gets up placing his instrument against the wall making sure that it does not fall. Quickly glancing at the door he sees her peaking in, he makes a gesture inviting her in, she enters the room……..Walking toward him with such curiosity she feels a strong aura. Is it coming from him? She wonders, now being drawn to him. His eyes now a light green color, she hugs him, “thank you, for helping me Claude, I probably would not have survived on my own”, her voice is weak and tears roll down her cheeks, he hugs her back and holds her head against his chest. Both of their eyes now closed, minds cleared, and all eternity fades until light become shadows……..A candle is lit the wax slowly melting, the flame brings light to the room, the shadows surround the light, the redness in the flame the dripping of the wax. Walking over to a small sofa they sit together, speaking of their truths, and both gasping at each surprising word from the thought that has changed in their minds. She walks toward the closed window feeling the way she never felt before, the comfort of a stranger in new to her, although conversing with others seems more difficult than it was......

Tell Me

* This has been updated. 7/19/10

( This is a play I wrote in 7th grade. It's pretty old, this isn't the beginning and this isn't the ending. Tell me what you guys think about this, and I would gladly post the rest = ] )

Tell Me

By Monayzia Taylor



Character List



Kyra .... 10th grader

Jason ... Her friend

Cassy ... Her best friend

Madison ... Her antagonist

Malynda ... Madison's friend

Grace ... Madison's Friend

Lynn ... Kyra's foster mom

(Before she knew it, Lynn's hand falls so fast across Kyra's face. The next day at school, everyone wonders what was on Kyra's face. And once again, in the darkest lie, she made up a story of how she ran into the door. Many teachers worried about Kyra, tried to get her to open up and tell what's wrong but nothing could get Kyra to do that.)

Cassy

Girl, what happen to you?

Kyra

Nothing it's nothing. I don't want to talk about it.

Cassy

Why are you always actin' like this? You're so stubborn. No wonder why Jason doesn't like like you!

Kyra

What!?!

(Kyra slams her fork down as hard as she can and pushes her plate. She runs into the bathroom. She doesn't realize it, but her face is red and tears are falling from her eyes. Cassy runs after her.)

Cassy

Look, I don't know what's going on with you, but whatever it is, you can tell me.

(Kyra opens the door to let Cassy in. She Knows Cassy will be there no matter what.)

Kyra

My mom died when I was four years old.

Cassy

I'm sorry ... really.

(Long Pause)

Cassy

So you live with your dad?

Kyra

No, I don't know who my dad is. I live in a foster home and I get beat like crazy! None of my family members live around here in this area. I never have a chance to speak because if I ever talk back to "Lynn" this is what will happen (points to her bruised eye). And Thank GOD for uniforms, because without them I would wear the same torn up clothes forever, and I ain't kidding. That's why I never go to sleepovers or movies or wh-whatever you girls do, because I have to stay home in a cold, dark room all my life! And I don't try to open up to anyone because no one listens! U G H, Cassy, I'm strong . STRONG! I had to grow up before my eyes, I take the the pain. I don't waste my time trying to tell anyone because I'm tired of being moved from home to home to home to HOME! As bad as I want to move from that place, I can't. I love this school, I mean look at me .... I'm just hopeless Cassy.

Cassy

Wow, why didn't you tell me. You're my best best friend, I would never look bad of you. You're beau ' TEE ' ful, and shouldn't have to go through this pain. You're no where near hopeless. Look at us, we both come from the same place, we were known as the "ghetto" girls. When you moved I had no clue your mom died. You covered it up very well for a four year old.

Kyra

Yeah, its whatever. You have to promise me that you won't say anything to anyone!

Cassy

Gosh girl, chillll-llaaxx!! "I promise". Now let's go. You have to eat something.

(Madison Enters)

Madison

Oh, well well well, would you look who it is?!

Cassy

God Madison, "Shut up!" And move out of our way.

Madison

Why are you consistently speaking for her Cassy? How about you shut up.

Cassy

OR WHAT ?!

(moving closer to Madison)

Madison

Why are you so close, what .... you wanna fight?!

Kyra

No, she doesn't want to fight you Madison, GOD what happen to us we use to be the best of friends all three of us, what happen? .......... Oh, so I see you don't want to speak now. HA! (Shaking her head) You see Madison Or is it "Madi" it's girls like you that I laugh at. You walk around here like you're better than us, all of us. Changing your name, having girls follow you. Every since your mom got married to that- that rich guy you think you better than us. Walking around here with ' cha Gucci and Prada. 'Cause if I last remembered all three of us would sit on that porch, laugh, run, play with anything we could find, bugs, leaves, rocks, because we were way too poor to have toys. What makes you different than us?!

Madison

I asked myself that same question, however, I should ask you because if you haven't forgotten YOU were the one who left!

Cassy

You little' .....

Kyra

Ahhhh. Ahha, see Cassy don't even bother saying anything to her. Lets go.

(stepping out into the hallway Madison follows)

Madison

Whatever, Whatever, Whatever. I don't have time for you guys anyway.

(Jason approaches. He has been listening from down the hall)

Jason

Madison, you're full of yourself. Kyra are you okay?

Cassy

Yea, she's fine Jason now leave her alone.

Jason

Ugh! I asked Kyra not her lame sidekick.

Cassy

OHHH, see church boy you went TOO far.

Kyra

Yea, I'm fine Jason, now can you please move out of our way.

Jason

Yeah sure.

Cassy

Gosh girl, who he think he is? One minute he's all like "whateva" then the next he's like "oh Kyra" . Pssssh, if I were you I WOULD TELL'EM ABOUT HIMSELF!

Kyra

Why do you talk like that?

Cassy

(stopped and looked her)

Like what, don't tell me you changing on me too.

Kyra

No, I'm not changing on you, it's just you're so rough and some of your words are mean.

Cassy

So it's like that Kyra, I though you were my best friend.

Kyra

Cass' shut up please, I'm telling you this because you ARE my best friend. You better be glad I told you, rather that to hear it from someone else ...

Cassy

Yeah. I'm sorry ... it's just lately I feel as if I have to protect myself a lot lately.

Kyra

Go figure Cassy. I know what'cha mean.

(Jason comes running up)

Jason

Yea, um Kyra, are you okay?

Cassy

You think this is some kind of joke? Just leave her alone Jason.

Jason

No, I don't think this is a joke so back out my face. I'm pretty sure Kyra could peak for her self.

(Cassy slowly backed away and gave Kyra one of those, "are you going to be okay" looks. Kyra laughed)

Kyra

Yes, I'll be fine.

Encompassed Fate and Mystery

By Alexandra Quiñones

As the rain fell & watered the dark flowers of eternity, they began to wilt from the sounds of truth. Covered by the clouds, the sun faded & we soon began to explore the outer domain. It seemed like a dangerous place; creatures lurked in the shadows & their eyes glowed in the blackness. Within the unknown, a shadowed portal suddenly appeared & brought forth a mysterious soul among nothingness in this tarnished, darkened, & extraordinary realm. Amazed and astonished by what I saw, I closed my eyes & was led to a forbidden place. When we finally stopped, I partially opened my eyes & was greeted with a soft, passionate, heartfelt kiss. Feeling as if my soul was being carried from my body, I completely opened eyes to see who I wished to love for an eternity; his face, handsome; his skin, caramel; his eyes, a light blue, colored with a small hint of brown & hazel; his hair, jet black, shoulder length, wild yet tamable. His mind, soul and spirit took me under a spell, allowing myself to welcome his love. Wanting and calling to him from a dark hall, I felt a hand upon my shoulder. As I turned around, I was kissed & hugged delicately. I held on, never wanting to let go, and wondered when I would see his sweet face again. Our eyes met & we both joined hands & sat on a black, silk chair, kissing & breathing deeply never desiring to end our eternal kiss. Thoughts of him leaving, never coming back, brought tears to my eyes. I placed my head on his chest and heard his heartbeat, & was comforted by his soft voice. His hand moved through my hair, & his other dried my tears. Our eyes connected, to a distant place where we would be together & alone, entwined to enjoy the sensual passionate embrace of each other.

Created & made up: 1/30/2009

Edited & Finished: 6/20/2010

Posted :7/7/2010