Violence...

So yeah,I haven't had time to write because of all of the school work that I have been doing but hopefully this semester is coming to an end (Thank you God!!!!).Lately there has been a lot of violence going on in Puerto Rico but there has been one case that has caught a lot of peoples attention.It's about this guy who got brutally murdered and later burned and dismembered.Apparently he was homosexual and the guy who killed him is an homofobic son of a *&^%@.I mean seriously did he had to do that?! Did he even though about how he would have felt is it would've happened to someone close to him?! This is very wrong and sad.I get that some people are afraid of homosexuals or think that it is a wrong thing but murder isn't going to solve anything,it's just going to make things worst.I am deeply saddened by this disturbing news and I hope that the victim's soul sleeps in eternal rest,but things like this can't go on.If violence keeps increasing all there will be left is middle aged and old people,there will be almost no teenagers or young adults left.So please stop the violence even if it's a only a 5%.Innocent people die everyday on the streets of not only Puerto Rico but other countries around the world.Violence is destroying our entire human race.It's in our hands to try to stop it from eating us and other human beings alive.It's like a pandemic infeccious disease,it's spreading really quick.Even children are vulnerable to becoming tomorrow's delinquents.This has to stop somehow.I cannot believe what I'm seeing today with my own eyes,it's just unveliebable.Parents killing their childrens and visceversa,domestic violence,child abuse,sexual explotation,little kids running wild with guns on their hands,etc.What will this world be in 10 years if things do not change?! You tell me.

"Be the change you want to see in the world."

- Ghandi

How could you? By: Jim Willis

This story makes make want to cry.Please read it and put yourself in that dog's place.How would you feel if that would've happened to you?!

How Could You?

By: Jim Willis

When I was a puppy I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" - but then you'd relent and roll me over for a bellyrub.

My housetraining took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed, listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs," you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.

Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love.

She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" - still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy. Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love."

As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch - because your touch was now so infrequent - and I would have defended them with my life if need be.

I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams. Together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway. There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.

Now you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family.

I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog or cat, even one with "papers." You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a goodbye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too.

After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked "How could you?"

They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you - that you had changed your mind - that this was all a bad dream...or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me. When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited.

I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table, rubbed my ears and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood.

She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?"

Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself - a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. With my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not meant for her. It was you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of. I will think of you and wait for you forever.

May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.

The End

Moonlight Ride...

So yeah,today my english teacher gave me a piece of paper with something written on it that seemed like a really long poem and I wanted to read it so bad,however minutes later the teacher started reading it in front of the whole class and we all taked turns reading the story.When I finished reading it I suddenly realized how important it is for us to evaluate the decisions that we have to make and it's possible consecuences before choosing anything because it is going to affect us in a negative or a possitive way and we have to choose what's best for us.Life is such a long path for lots of people but for others it is just a short ride.We should try to make the wisest decisions in life and study them so this can help us to be a better person each day.Remember we never know when we are going to leave this world.

Here is the poem;Enjoy:

Moonlight Ride

Jenny was so happy about the house they had found.
For once in her life 'twas on the right side of town.
She unpacked her things with such great ease.
As she watched her new curtains blow in the breeze.

How wonderful it was to have her own room.
School would be starting, she'd have friends over soon.
There'd be sleep-overs, and parties; she was so happy
It's just the way she wanted her life to be.

On the first day of school, everything went great.
She made new friends and even got a date!
She thought, "I want to be popular and I'm going to be,
Because I just got a date with the star of the team!"

To be known in this school you had to have a clout,
And dating this guy would sure help her out.
There was only one problem stopping her fate.
Her parents had said she was too young to date.

"Well, I just won't tell them the entire truth.
They won't know the difference; what's there to lose?"
Jenny asked to stay with her friends that night.
Her parents frowned but said, "All right."

Excited, she got ready for the big event
But as she rushed around like she had no sense,
She began to feel guilty about all the lies,
But what's a pizza, a party, and a moonlight ride?


Well the pizza was good, and the party was great,
But the moonlight ride would have to wait.
For Jeff was half drunk by this time.
But he kissed her and said that he was just fine.

Then the room filled with smoke and Jeff took a puff.
Jenny couldn't believe he was smoking that stuff.
Now Jeff was ready to ride to the point
But only after he'd smoked another joint.

They jumped in the car for the moonlight ride,
Not thinking that he was too drunk to drive.
They finally made it to the point at last,
And Jeff started trying to make a pass.

A pass is not what Jenny wanted at all
(and by a pass, I don't mean playing football).
"Perhaps my parents were right....maybe I am too young.
Boy, how could I ever, ever be so dumb."

With all of her might, she pushed Jeff away:
"Please take me home, I don't want to stay."
Jeff cranked up the engine and floored the gas.
In a matter of seconds they were going too fast.

As Jeff drove on in a fit of wild anger,
Jenny knew that her life was in danger.
She begged and pleaded for him to slow down,
But he just got faster as they neared the town.

"Just let me get home! I'll confess that I lied.
I really went out for a moonlight ride."
Then all of a sudden, she saw a big flash.
"Oh God, Please help us! We're going to crash!"

She doesn't remember the force of impact.
Just that everything all of a sudden went black.
She felt someone remove her from the twisted rubble,
And heard, "Call an ambulance! These kids are in trouble!"

Voices she heard...a few words at best.
But she knew there were two cars involved in the wreck.
Then wondered to herself if Jeff was all right,
And if the people in the other car were alive.

She awoke in the hospital to faces so sad.
"You've been in a wreck and it looks pretty bad."
These voices echoed inside her head,
As they gently told her that Jeff was dead.

They said "Jenny, we've done all we can do.
But it looks as if we'll lose you too."
"But the people in the other car!?" Jenny cried.
"We're sorry, Jenny, they also died."

Jenny prayed, "God, forgive me for what I've done
I only wanted to have just one night of fun."
"Tell those people's family, I've made their lives dim,
And wish I could return their families to them."

"Tell Mom and Dad I'm sorry I lied,
And that it's my fault so many have died.
Oh, nurse, won't you please tell them that for me?"
The nurse just stood there ~ she never agreed.

But took Jenny's hand with tears in her eyes
And a few moments later Jenny died.
A man asked the nurse, "Why didn't you do your best
To bid that girl her one last request?"

She looked at the man with eyes oh so sad.
"Because the people in the other car were her mom and dad."
This story is sad and unpleasant but true,
So young people take heed, it could have been you.

Just wanted to let people on this blog now that I opened a new blog for my poetry.You can check it out if you want too.Enjoy! :)

Do real friends exist?!...

So yeah,today I figured out that I wanted to get home,sit down and blog my ass off;The thing is that I just realized that I can't because I have to go out,ugh.I need to free myself from all of this negative vibes surrounding me and all of the things that are going through my mind right now and the best way to do that it's by blogging.Today I finally responded myself a question that has been running through my mind since God knows when.Do real friends really exist?! Well there is a pretty obvious answer for that question right there.Real friends do exist but they're extremely hard to find.Yes I knew thst but I was having some doubts about it and I guess that all that I was just trying to prove is that people change but I guess that some just don't change.Am I even making sense?! Of course I am.Right know I feel that someone replaced me but it has happened so many times that I just don't give a shit anymore.I didn't wish for this to happen but it just happened.What can I say?! What can I do about this?! I guess that the answer to that is nothing.I'm still hurt cause real best friends do not replace they're other real best friend for another best friend that just came into the picture.I had always said that three is a crowd and I will continue to say it because it is the truth.I would never wish harm to any of those people but what I really wish is that they can understand what they've done and put themselves in my shoes so the can feel how I fee right now.That's really all that I'm asking.