Lost

Yeahh, so, that guy kinda left. Now he's Doug to same thing to my sister, and she thinks I'm being ridiculous. I feel like there's no one I can trust anymore. My dad hates me, my stepmom doesn't understand, my mom's obsessed with her fiancé, and he doesn't know all that much about my life because he lives in New York. His oldest son doesn't really talk to me, and his younger son is dealing with his own heartbreak. My oldest stepsister is busy with college, my younger older stepsister is too preoccupied looking down upon me, and my youngest stepsister barely knows my name. My two sisters apparently miss me, but they don't even look at me when I enter the room. My friends are all obsessed with guys, my guy friends all have girlfriends that have banned them from talking to me, and I can't talk to Read or any of my other Internet friends because I've been stupidly banned from FP and FB. I did have a boyfriend after the whole David fiasco, but he cheated while I was out of state. Then there was this creeper, who's bothering all my friends. I just broke up with my boyfriend because he was getting annoying and clingy, and now the guy that I like is moving. Oh, and btw, I'm getting published.

Me Again

I LOVE YOU! :) ;) <3 xoxo

Life In General

Life is looking up, for the most part. First off, I want to say that YES, I am still working on Boy Meets Girl, but I would like to talk to the boy in the StoryPoem before I post any more off it. Secondly, I am completely and totally in love with this amazing guy, but we have to keep it secret. :'( We can talk as friends, but facebook has this handy dandy little thing called chat, and you can delete those conversations! I keep them always in my heart though. I can't stop smiling! Mainly because I just looked at his FictionPress profile (he's Saxparrot on there, I'm bloodandroses16) and he mentioned me! Here, I'll copy and paste it for those of you too lazy to go look it up.

Good morning, readers and authors! Welcome to my page, the wonderful fictitious page of David "Palm Tree" "Saxparrot".
Just like many others, I write because I find joy in harboring and influencing opinions and emotions. Apparently, I can be quite good at influencing emotion, and God knows i have plenty to reference. I hope to one day travel the world, preferably in a sailing ship or zeppelin, common themes in my stories. I'm more into sci-fi than fantasy for writing, but I love to read both. Anything that isn't real, really. Lately, though, I've been on a big romance spree. And that is real. Of course, we aren't sailing the world or running away just yet, but she is the best inspiration for writing romance that any author could ever hope for.
If you think you like Red Colony. I encourage you to stick in there. Taking some helpful reviews, I've began a massive rewrite, and those wonderful ideas i used to brag about may soon find themselves in a manuscript. I would like to put the first few chapters up here when they're done, though. And who knows; when it's published, i may mail a few autographed copies out to my loyal reviewers, free of charge.
Anyway, I think I'm going to be hanging out here a lot more, so stay tuned and keep an eye out. I appreciate all constructive criticism, even if I don't think I do, so if I'm wrong, by all means, correct me. I love to hear from people, so private message me! Happy reading!
Illinois boy, David
PS- I love shout outs. So this one is yours, ThatLonelyOne and JellicleJuggalo. I hear you're great guys.
PSS- AishaAlex, I'll always care. Love, MarcoJames
I know, right! I can't stop smiling! My stepsister thinks I've gone insane! He's so amazing, and he's NOT that guy that you have to question, because he's actually open with his feelings! Actually, he's usually the one that says I love you first, and anybody who does that is automatically amazing! Okay, I'll stop now and just daydream!

~Zoe

Boy Meets Girl

A/N IT'S NOT DONE YET, BUT I WANTED TO PUT SOME OF IT UP

Boy meets girl.                                                                                                                  Girl meets boy.

                Boy likes girl.                                                                                         Girl likes boy.

Boy can talk for hours an end with girl.                                      Girl can talk for hours on end with boy.

Girl’s parents hate both boy AND girl.

Girl’s parents forbid boy and girl from seeing each other.

Boy listens, to be safe.                                                   Girl listens, to be safe.

Boy can’t take it anymore.                                                                         Girl can’t take it anymore.

Boy sneaks to talk to girl.                                             Girl sneaks to talk to boy.

Girl’s parents find out.

Girl’s parents get really mad.

Boy talks to girl’s parents.                                     Girl talks to girl’s parents.

Boy convinces girl’s parents.                                                                       Girl convinces girl’s parents.

Boy tries to hold back on talking to girl.                                    Girl tries to hold back on talking to boy.

Boy does, for a little.                 Girl does, for a little.

Girl’s parents are pleased.

Girl’s parents stop being so suspicious.

Boy is happy when he’s talking to girl.                                Girl is happy when she’s talking to boy.

Boy wants to talk to girl more.                                                              Girl wants to talk to boy more.

Boy does, and loves it.                                         Girl does, and loves it.

Girl’s parents, not so much.

Girl’s parents stay quiet, waiting to see what will happen.

Boy wants to run away with girl.                                         Girl wants to run away with boy.

Boy plots for the future.                                                                   Girl plots for the future.

Boy formulates a plan.                                       Girl formulates a plan.

Girl’s parents begin to suspect.

Girl’s parents ask why they would do so much for the other.

Boy says it’s because he loves girl.                                          Girl says it’s because she loves boy.

Boy does love girl.                                                                         Girl does love boy.

Boy would throw away his life for girl.                                       Girl would throw away her life for boy.

Girl’s parents don’t understand.

Girl’s parents don’t know what love is, so why should girl and boy?

Boy confirms where with girl.                                          Girl confirms where with boy.

Boy confirms when with girl.                                                                     Girl confirms when with boy.

Boy asks girl if she’s ready.                                                           Girl asks boy if he’s ready.

Boy is ready.                                         Girl is ready.

Girl’s parents are oblivious.

Boy makes an excuse to get out of the house.                Girl makes an excuse to get out of the house.

Boy goes there, and looks for girl.                                                      Girl goes there, and looks for boy.

Boy meets up with girl.                                                                                        Girl meets up with boy.

Boy is in heaven.                                                                                                            Girl is in heaven.



Eg

In case anyone was wondering, eg stands for extra goop. Just an FYI.

Eg

So, I've been doing this same goddamn act, wearing the same goddamn mask, and putting on the same goddamn smile everyday for the past seven years and I want to know when I will get my break. Anybody got any answers?

Confusion

This one will not be in poem form. But no one reads these, anyway, so it's useless. Just like everything else in my life. See, he wrote something. A story. I know it was about me, because it was the exat same situation. Well, kinda. See, I can't see, talk to, or even think about him until I'm eighteen. Even though he's the only thing ever on my mind. Well, what he wrote was about us rung away together, after four years apart. He used fake names, but I know it was about me, and I cry every time I read it, which is quite often. It makes me want to stop cutting. Anyways, I'm so confused. And conflicted. Because there's this other guy, in Colorado. He loves my poetry on fictionpress. I have hardly told him anything, but I harthis sixth sense that he's not who he says he is. Not in a creeper way, but that he's him. Like, the him. It's probably not right, but I just have this feeling. I've always been superstitious. See, I added him exactly three months after I added him. No big deal, right? Except that day (May 15th), he wrote something. What I was talking about before. And he (ThatLonelyOne) reminds me a lot of him. So I don't know what to do. If he (the he) is ThatLonelyOne, then I would like for him to let me know in some way, shape, or form. Unless, of course, that's too much for you to do.

Hope and pray and find a way,
~Zoe

Cutting

The first cut, just a scratch. Barely there. The second? Dives beneath skin, but only slightly. The third goes a little deeper, hardly drawing blood. By the fourth, my heart is already pounding in anticipation, anticipation for the dark red liquid. My mouth waters with thirst for the fifth, and that need is satisfied as saon as I feel the slice. But I want more. Need more. And I will quench that need, with the blood that pours continuously from my veins.

Damsel

Is he sitting next to me, in class?
Or on a whole different continent?
Maybe he's somewhere in between.
Another state?
What is he is gone, taken from me?
How do I get him back?
Do I wait for him to come driving up in an RV on my 18th birthday?
Or do I go out and get him myself?
Should I be a damsel in distress or a damsel in control?
Does it matter?
Either way, I end up with my true love, right?
What if I don't have one?

Hiding

Do you ever getthe feeling that someone you know online is really someone you used to know in real life, but they're using an alias because they're forbidden from talking to you? Well, I have that feeling. Guess who I think is hiding. I dare you.

Awaiting the Day.....

I knew it was true!
Why did I not see it before?
And now, as I sit and think,
I remember every detail of
your perfect face, the face
I taught myself to forget.
I remember every strand
of your hair, and how it
fell onto your shoulders.
I remember every minute
we spent together,
wrapped in each other's
arms. All these memories
I used to look upon
with a sad eye have
suddenly become brighter,
knowing that they
are not only the past
but also the future.
I hope you will be glad
to hear that every
second for the next
four years, I will
be awaiting the day.....
The day when we can
be together, once again.

Love

I think I might be able to forgive him. If he will be a part of my life once again.

Test Run

Well, here we are. You, gazing at your computer screen with a disappointed look on your face, and me, failing miserably at blogging. Oh well. I'll try.