Aja's Serenity

Hide me not, Kiss me not, Love me not Trust me not You hold the power to reign havoc on my life and every day I let you because you hide me not. Thank you for ensuring that I knew I held no control and owed the stars and moon to you.  So when the world falls on my shoulders no surprise you are there to my rescue. And no surprise I let you save me every time. Your words linger and stain my broken heart as I beg you to Kiss me not. Losing all will to fight back I allow you to tumble my perfectly built walls down.  Love once seen is now gone in the blink of an eye. Where were the warning signs! Man of his word they say but they don’t know him like I do. They don’t know the man behind the curtain before he is revealed. I so wished for him to love me not. His love was not love but he was too conceited to see his mass destruction in my life. I prayed for a means to an end and maybe this was mine to blame. Maybe this was exactly what I had subconsciously signed up for. A life of ag...

My name is Ramona. I am 17 years of age and I attend a boarding school in the United States of America for the rich and needy. I don't fit in because I'm not like everyone else. My family is from Chiapas, Mexico we are undocumented immigrants who have somehow found their way into the richest neighborhood in America. Every turn I take I am greeted with the face of a white man who somehow feels he owns me and believes he can walk over me. I watch the words I say knowing one wrong move can cost me the very air I breathe.  There is a man on my street that always has his hands on his hip ready to pull out his gun on me. He scares me because he has the highest chance of being the absolute death of me. How is it that he is afraid of me when he is the evil which holds a weapon? My only crime is not looking like him.  In Chiapas, although we were poor there was a great sense of community because we didn't have to think about losing our lives to a white man or trying to fit in. Mi Ma...

Darkness never felt so good.  Have you ever wished you knew someone through and through their whole life story? I wish I knew all of him and honestly, I wish he knew me too. How is it that two miraculous teens consumed by darkness confused sunshine with sadness? Their very existence revolved around each other which is why their end was tragic. Maybe I was naive to have thought we deserved our fate. Maybe my cry for him and his lack of a response was what would set me free. I still can't fathom how we got here. I blame the mere fact that our 'love' was fueled by lust. I blame him and his lack of self-control and me for being devoured by his charm.   We were both blinded and uncertain of where we were walking. What we had was not love but simply a poor representation of passion. His way with words always caught hold of me before I could run away. He didn't need to chase me down because I always found my way back to him. That is the embodiment of self-infliction.  Toxic...

Maybe we should let the world set on fire? It's hard to sometimes make a masterpiece out of dust till the fire starts and then you get inspired. It's easy to write, notice and speak about all the things going wrong we forget that Maybe happiness is around the corner. Not that we would ever check. Maybe letting the world set on fire isn't such a bad thing because maybe this is the way it was always supposed to be. The true essence of Love I've been told is selflessness and I guess that suggests that we'll never be happy because we're all selfish. That's the truth we won't always know how to show love and kindness and all our bad deeds will start to overflow. Blame it on the fact that we're sinners and it's hard to tell the temptations no. I wonder if our aim is to self-sabotage and trick ourselves into thinking we can't be and do better. My theory is because we love the world so much or the things of the world so much we're willing to sacr...

I'm ashamed to see what the world has become. It's a shame to know that things will only get worse. We all are chasing after things that only help in our destruction. This we will learn the hard way. Being a part of this generation isn't something I'm proud of because each day society tells me who I am supposed to be and I conform to it because I stand no chance of fighting alone. Beauty standards are thrown in my face, and oppression and segregation remind me that even though I walk freely I don't belong. This generation has a lot to say, this generation certainly isn't quit. I hate to only highlight the bad but just because there is still good happening doesn't mean we ignore the bad.  Life once meant a lot to some people now the whole concept is disposable. What does life mean to you, not just your own but others? Let's face it our hearts aren't clean and we aren't all willing to go down with someone at our expense. Children are dying. Mothe...

It's funny how I'm starting to realize that everything does happen for a reason. Our pain meant something. It did something to us, something life-changing. I lost her, which was supposed to be the most painful thing came full circle as I found myself. I owe that to her. This isn't just another love story it's real life depicted through heartbreak and a love that faded away. Our love broke us for the best not for the worst as we thought at the moment. Knowing what I know now I would tell myself don't change a thing. If I've learned anything in the past years it's that time can heal all wounds if you let it. I'll never forget the girl that took a chance on me. The same girl that chose me after I gave her a million reasons not to. I'll never forget her smile, her laughter, her warm embrace, and our need for each other. Plenty of time has gone by and still, she holds my memory. Not all of it just a part. We were young and thought we knew it all but only ...