It's nice to meet you

Creative writing 2, I have been waiting for you.
I say this to you with my deepest regrets but i'm just not ready for you.
I think thats because I haven't written anything i've been proud of in a really long time.

but here is to introductions and second chances

My name is Malia and I hate telling people that, no one really understands what I am saying. You would think after 17 years I would have learned how to pronounce my name in a way people could understand.
I like to laugh and smile, and make people laugh and smile.
I like rock climbing and hope to be able to travel all over the world doing it.
I am impressed really easily and say almost everything is my favorite thing.
I feel like I cant write anymore and I have no idea why.
Sorry to disappoint you but I don't really have much to say.

paris syndrome

I think Paris has finally gotten to me. I can't seem to think of what to say anymore. I hope I find you soon Paris.

xoxo Malia

See you soon, Paris

Right now it would take me around 13 hours to fly to paris and $1,228. I'm 5,063 miles away from a place that i've never been too.

 I have to say goodbye to a place I call home, that we call home. I think it is only fair we share some "real talk" before we leave.

Nelson, thank you for not teaching us how to write short stories or whatever. I've learned more in one semester of creative writing, than I did in any math class. Thanks Nelson.

Ive written about the same boy in 7 different poems, he said goodbye long before I did. I can't decide if that is therapeutic or pathetic.

I am really bad at goodbyes, so i'm sorry if I don't know what to say.

Humans are important and what they have to say is important too. I don't always appreciate people and their words,  but I think everyone is good at writing in their own way.

I think everyone deserves an award for surviving high school.

Im tired of love poems, but that is the only thing I can write about.

Sometimes I thought paris was a little too crowded.

I didn't expect anyone to enjoy my blog but to those of you who did, I just want to thank you for inspiring me.
 I want to thank all of creative writing for showing a little piece of who you truly are. We don't see that often around here.
 So here is to Paris, for being there when I needed you, for letting us visit. I hope we can visit soon,

see you around.

I remember this house

I remember this house
with perfectly symmetrical windows and sign out front that said "Best yard of the month."

There was this house
It had walls too big to fill with picture frames and an entry way that saw too many goodbyes.

There was this house
my room was pink and filled with empty promises, the room next to me was blue.
There is a room downstairs filled with nothing but a fireplace thats never been lit, but I can feel the heat.

There was this house
with a sign out front that says "for sale" but gives no detail about why that left window is a little crooked.

There was this house
it gave off the vibe of everything is perfect but there is a sign out front that says "just wait until you see inside"

There was this house
and there were 2,190 days worth of words that bounce off the walls, an everyday reminder of the crack that went right down the middle.



I remember this house
and it feels like home.