Looking back at this, there is a lot of emotion here. A lot of shitty writing too. Appearantly, I didn't know how to grammar either. I apologize for that. Most of this was written late at night, while I was busy crying. I've grown a lot in the past couple years. A lot of this doesn't apply to me anymore, and some of it is all too real. I started editing some of it, but gave up. It is what it is. This book of ramblings is me. A weird, dark, immature, and annoying version, but a version that is all too real. Each of these chapters is a scar I am willing to reveal. I hope some of you can relate.

"A poem begins with a lump in the throat." (Robert Frost) Collection of poems, Volume One (2012-2013) © Copyright by Dahlia Pimentel. All rights reserved.

...just my everyday thoughts...

The joy of what a spring morning can bring, just narrowed down in a brief story. I hope you all enjoy the peace and comfort the morning can bring when you look at the little things and take in the things nature has to offer...

We all fall, stumble, slip up, but when we become truly broken that's when we know we've screwed up. Thankfully we can become made new and don't have to be broken forever. How long have you been broken? Did you know you can be made new? "Broken" is a example of where life gets the best of us and we find that we are truly... broken.

This story that portrays the setting of a thunderstorm without using the visual descriptions. So enjoy listening, tasting, and feeling all the emotions a storm has to offer. Remember in the end, that you can get though the toughest storms life has to offer, even though the impossible might be staring you straight in the face. He get you through anything, as long as you have faith...