Erin's Blog

Hey, welcome to the mind of Erin Hunter. This is my blog, and you're welcome to read it if you want. Also..Follow me on Twitter!! Visit my new page!!

Need help, want to go to the Poetry, or the Blog? Go to the tabs at the top of the page and click on either. This is the home page. Then there's the Blog. Then the Poetry. Okay, you know where to go...So go! Poetry from me, William Shakespeare, and maybe other poets...Yeperoonie!

If I'm supposed to be perfect, then why aren't you? Why do you make me feel the way of a worthless flower. Who smells sweet, and is so pretty, but is shunned. The flower crys but no one hears. They don't see the tears she cries, the way she wilts over a pond.

She wants to scream and get out! But with no one to notice. They still try to make her perfect. Perfection is not a resource of her sorrow. For she would never be happy that way. She knew herself to be perfect the way she is. But her perfection isn't as perfect as others would like her to be.

But does perfection really exist? ♥

Never tell me the sky's the limit when there are footprints on the moon! :)

Is love merely a game of "Chance." Hoping that he will love her. And she will love him. Or is it a burning rage of fury which seems that burning rage seems to make you want more. As it becomes casual and delicate. The hurt and hate, becomes love and desire. I feel that if I were to love you, it would suffice.

It would be my choice, as not to be a game of "Chance." Or to be that burning rage in the slightest way. But to be a yearning, casual summer's day. That would never end. As I wish you loved me that way I love you. Would my love suffice with you?

As a dainty dandelion blows in the wind. The beautiful white seeds that fly through the air. Letting you know that the past is forgotten, and the future is remembered. Of what I've seen, I think our love may suffice. If it were a dream, it would come true. If only dreams weren't meant for sleeping.

But the desire of your sweet lips, seem to call to me like a sweet song. A song that never comes out of my head. Embedded to the temperal thoughts I think everyday. I wish my love for you was not like "Clue." You're wondering, and I'm wondering. And we say think this happened, or that happened. Just like a game. But is love merely a game.

I choose to write this on my main page to show my feeling to you. You make my heart whole. ♥

You think I don't understand?

I write my blog because I can relate to everything that happens in a teen's life. Because I am a teen! I have been hurt, I've lost bunches of friends. I feel like I've been slammed into a brick wall. Sometimes I think about killing myself. But we all need to stick together and be brave for eachother. Even if it's the hardest thing you'll ever have to do...