Historias de Rightthing

Just a poem like every other time:p

My mother told me I was made of diamonds "Babe you are something special" she would say. she would hold me in her arms and put a cute little stuffed frog on my head! On my bed...The blue blankets felt like a sea, a puddle around me. I felt like I was in a ocean. My mother cradled me by her warm body. We laughed. But you know things die like that memory. I am not a diamond. I don't want to die over real ones. I am Michigan Johnson.

"Plagiarism is a crime"

Some are born heroes, others are chosen but she was an accident. She didn't choose the powers, they chose her. But an accident can be a good or a bad one. I just wonder....no, I wish that she had been the other. At least then it wouldn't have happened....

There is a boy, a girl, a key and a whole lot of letters. Max is a social pariah. A loner. That's what he thinks anyway. He's actually pretty convinced that McKinnley High is split into two when it concerns him: they all ignore him or they didn't even know he existed - and that's in his grade. The same grade he's been in since Year 1; the same grade at least half of his grade have been in since him - they're now approaching Year 12. So does it surprise him when he discovers a letter in his locker? Yes, quite frankly it does. First, he thinks it's a prank. As if some girl (or guy!) would send him love letters. But then the letters continue to come and Max can't help but keep reading them. Suddenly, he's falling in love with the mysterious and unknown letter sender . . .

At times when I am low depressed or lose self-confidence and no words of consolation can make me feel better ,that's when I pick up my pen and pin down my own philosophy my own inspirational words, the words I want to hear the words that can make me strong the words that can restore the lost ME! If you in a similar situation this one is for you !