Life's Work

Before you say go out and find a job

Let me explain to those judging me about my situation

I have submitted over fifty resumes and applications

Only to get false hope about the chance of working

I am not only competing with teens my age but

Adults who have been laid off by the economies position

Adults who have had retail experience and job experience

And let me explain something about experience.

Experience and work are both double edged swords

See

How am I supposed to find a job?

If I don’t have any experience

That is required to find a job

That won’t hire me because I do not have any damn experience.

You see

I’m stuck in this unending circle of nightmares

Where experience is more valuable than

The paycheck in the end of the month

The pay check that you break your back over

Only to find that you come short of paying the rent by a few dollars

That was taken away in taxes.

My Stomach's View On Food

I have never considered myself a picky eater. I will happily and readily eat any dish offered or served to me. Being that I am a seventeen year old boy I considered that to be expected. However, being as it may, I definitely do not look like the kind of person to eat so much. I am 5’ 10” and I tend to be on the lean side because of all the running I do.  When someone new meets me and then sees how I eat, they are shocked at how much I can eat. To give you a better idea of how much I can eat, I will first give a little bit of a background story to better illustrate my appetite.  Around where I attend high school, there is an amazing restaurant to go and get pizza known as Alondra’s Hot Wings (located in the city of Alhambra ). I once ate an almost entire large pizza by myself (because my girlfriend only ate one slice) along with ten wings and I could not wait for seconds. The seconds came eventually when one of my friends ordered an extra dish that she did not touch because of how full she was. And Yes! You Guessed it! That food went to me. As I get older though I do realize that I will not be able to do that forever and get away with it (I am not completely ignorant). This explains my daily moto: “Eat what you can, while you can!”

My Girlfriend

My girlfriend is mean

My girlfriend is sweet

My girlfriend drives me crazy

My girlfriend hardly lets me sleep

My girlfriend is pushy

My girlfriend is mushy

My girlfriend snores

My girlfriend snorts

My girlfriend is mine all the time

My girlfriend is the best all the time

My girlfriend stole my heart from the start

My girlfriend will be mine till…

THE END

Where to start?

Where to Begin?

Knowing that every day is a new page of adventure in our book of memories

Waking up and hearing your Good Mornings and your “I Love You”s are precious to me

This poem is to tell you and express

How I will always confess

My deep love and desire for you

To know and help me trough

This game called life.

Only together can we make it easily.

Knowing you will always be at my side

When times I am hurt and the times when I cry

When I am most vulnerable

I know you will always be

True to me

And I to you

Because I LOVE YOU

This poem is my art

My gift of expressing my love from the start

Since when our eyes first met

I have cared about you deeply

Ill be here to comfort you when your weeping

To wipe your tears

Lets you know its okay.

Because when we are together tomorrow

All will be a bright and better day

Holding you in my arms

Every time that I do my heart skips a beat and sometimes two

And when I do

Kiss you

The sparks fly high

And always bring me back to the first day I met you.

You sometimes wonder why I can be so happy and glad

I am glad to be alive, glad to be yours, and Ill let you know all my secrets

I know you will always keep them.

To be honest my love for you grows daily.

And Daily I fall deeper for you

You can know that It’s true

To be honest I can be ashamed of my body

Ashamed of who I am

Because every day that I look in the mirror I am reminded that I wasn’t…

Perfect… Every time I look down I question why?

Why did I have a scared up body to remind me of my scared up life

I grew sad and ashamed that I would be nothing but what could have been…

Until I met you I was depressed, lost in my own thoughts that I believed to be true

From the times my dad pounded into my mind that I was nothing but a lie

A mistake

A regret

And You Know

I grew to believe him… I thought I wasn’t worth it… I thought I was a nothing a nobody

Until I met You.

I dreamed of the day that a girl would come around to show me the way.

At night I would cry myself to sleep wondering if I would ever find true love.

Because I wasn’t perfect and I wasn’t worth it… Or W  as I?

To you I was worth It… In you I found true love and if you ever wonder why I can be so happy and glad

Its because I am no longer sad. You raised me up from what I was

What I thought I was…

And So On This Fourteenth of November I give You these “Flowers” and this pictures of my true beginning.

I Love You KIKI and now you know why <3

Because you are the joy and light in me

The soul to me

The peanut butter to my jelly.

And together I know that we can overcome every obstacle.

Youth Day: Through The Eyes Of The Average Teen

I have always consider myself an average American teenager. However, recently I have come to realize that I may be a part of something bigger than just the average teen. Youth Day is an event for Catholic high school teenagers, which encourages the practice of true unconditional love for all people and reinforces the Catholic faith of the average Catholic teen. I was lucky enough to attend this event and while I was there I learned, not only new religious outtakes on life, but also a whole new view on how to properly treat all women on this planet. I strongly would recommend anyone that is thinking of attending to attend this event.

Come One, Come All!!!!

To be honest, this is my first online blog post. It is also quiet embarrassing that I am encountering writers block. I believe that this nervousness is being caused by those pregame jitters. I would first like to share that I  am seventeen years old. My writings have been classified as "simplistic and juvenile" at times by my father and "lacking development" by past teachers. However, I do not mind criticism, and in fact I embrace it, as that know how I made a mistake will I learn to correct it. So, welcome to all: Welcome into the portal to my soul!