You’re the ahi in my spicy tuna, the toppings on my pizza, the bubble in my bubble drink, the ice in my tea. But most importantly you’re the love in my heart.

The Beginning

Someone once asked me, “Michael, what was the most difficult thing you’ve ever had to deal with before.” At said time I merely shrugged my shoulders as a response. But only recently have I realized what it was.

The most difficult encounter I have ever faced was helplessly watching a loved one die in front of my very own eyes. Watching her suffer, gasp for each and every breathe as if it were her last. Sitting around for minutes that soon turned to hours, hours that turned into days, waiting. Waiting for her to pass. Waiting for her to let go and end the suffering.

 It was the longest three days of my life. Knowing she could go at any moment, wanting to be by her side, and yet never knowing exactly when she would be ready.  I didn’t sleep, didn’t eat, didn’t do much of anything during those miserable days.  And now that it’s in the past and I sit here tearing up just by remembering that sad day I realize,

this is just the beginning…

Taking A Stand

Hey Everyone! So this is my first of many blogs on tumblr. I have so much to write, so much thoughts swirling around in my head. But for right now, I thought what better way to brake in my tumblr blogs then by posting one of my many stories. This one is actually a poem I had written for my creative writing class.

Enjoy.

He staggered to his feet. He stumbled with each step he took towards me, his slanted eyes narrowing on my large frame. I stood abruptly, fists clenched at my sides, tight with control, control that could break at the slightest provocation. He fell backwards before clumsily catching himself, his cheeks contorting into a deep shade of red, furiously shocked at my sudden action. He pointed his finger accusingly, just mere inches from my face. Hateful words spilled out of his nasty mouth, a product of his drunken state that was becoming increasingly regular, continued to push me closer to the edge. I stood my ground, confident with myself as I hovered over his inferior height, eyes locked onto his.

I closed the gap between us, my muscles taut with adrenaline, ready to strike. I could feel his rapid breathing against my chest. I could feel the spit hitting my chest with every slurred word that continued to escape his dirty mouth. The shocked screams and yells from around us didn’t faze me. Tension filled the air, with the fear that I would strike at any moment. Desperate and frightened hands reached from every direction to pull me away, to put an end to this. Their efforts were thwarted as I simply brushed them away, never once breaking my gaze from his.

Tonight was the night that he, and everyone else, would realize that I was no longer the scared half-breed willing to obey their every command without thought or question. I was no longer terrified at the mention of their name. I would no longer be their slave because I was the youngest, because I was different. Tonight he, and everyone else, realized that I was taking a stand.