last night

Last night, I thought I did very well. I enjoyed myself and I would do it all again if I had to. If I had to do do it again, no doubt I would stop being to nervous, because it wasn't really that nerve recking. By performing last night I learned that many people are highly interested in the same craft as myself. I learned that poetry can go a long way if you put your mind to it. I particularly enjoyed Reina's performance, she made me open my eyes to other poetic possibilities. I noticed that the Freshman's poems compared to the upper- class men's poems were no match. They went more in depth with there writing and we could tell that they really thought about what they were writing. My parents enjoyed all the performance, and are awaiting for the next coffee house.

I hate going through struggles,
because every time I need help I never have anyone to reach out to,
And it hurts me to know that no one will help me out,
but only hard times and struggles Will make you stronger,
And I don't know whether I should keep on struggling
Or give up on life completely,
I might never stop hurting;
I may never stop struggling.

After many years of heartach he finally understood.
Brenton was starting to realize how stubborn and selfish he was.
Catching up on all those long hurtful years was impossible.
Doing it would be extremely hard but he would at least try.
Every moment he thought about his past only hurt more.
Fearing the fact that it was to late for anyone to except him back.
Getting started back on the track to rightousness was difficult.
Heading towards the right path was mind- boggling.
It was only a matter of time before his life would become meaningless.
Jordan, his girlfriend... tried to help him cope with it, but it was useless.
Keeping his head up throughout his struggle for forgiveness was deathly.
leaving the only life he knew of selfishness only made it harder.
Moving on from it was even worse.
No one wanted to be around Brenton when he was like that, but he didn't care.
Opposing his own conscience made days longer and more stressful.
Preparing for the day that everyone will love him again was a brain teaser.
Questioning his loyalty to his word was a struggle as well.
Reasoning with himself on why he had to change was motivation enough.
Smuthering his past was all he had to do, all the things he did was horrible, and he knew it.
Treating other people like garbage for 17 years didn't even phase him untill now.
Understanding that what he did was wrong, to Jordan, it was improvement enough.
Visualizing complete transformation, was Brenton's dream and life goal.
Was he completely ready to change?
Xinya, his little sister was awaiting the day that her big brother would except her in his life to.
Your only going to change if you give yourself the benefit of the doubt.
Zeus, the all mighty greek god was his inspiration, and Brenton was ready to be like him.

Mickey Mouse