Shine on

This one. Ya, its for you.

This is for anyone who has ever felt out of place.
For anyone who wanders the halls alone.
Who hides in the bathroom.
This one is for you.

This one is for all the kids who have been bullied.
for the boy who is desperately in love with the wrong girl.
this one, is for the class nerd.

Shine on.

This one is for everyone who has ever been told THEY ARE NOT GOOD ENOUGH.

you are.

This is for all the big sisters
and little brothers.
this is for the office worker
and nine o'clock coffee drinker.

This is for the woman who loves to serve
This is for the child who was left behind.
This is for that 10 year old boy who endures chemo therapy once a week.
with out complaints.

Shine on.

This is for the cheerleader who doesn't know who she is.
and the kid, who doesn't have a label.
This is for the football star that everyone idolizes
and for the girl, no one seems to mention.

This is for the girl who sat home on the night of the dance.

Shine on.

This is for the undiscovered author.
And for the millionaire, the kid in Africa, the loser, the fashionista, the twitter obsessed, the teacher, the doctor, the genius, the under-dog, the believer, the hater.

This is for you.

Because they cannot measure your worth, with their yard sticks of perfection or their measuring tapes of failure. although, you best believe they will try. They, I, We cannot define you.
so...
Shine on
Shine on
Shine on.

My Journey

Ordinary world: 
Cassie was a quiet, not get in anybodies face, type of girl. At school she mostly stuck to her small group of girl friends. She had never had a real boyfriend and she wasn't interested in one. she just wanted to get through this summer and go to college.
The Call to Adventure:
One day Cassie's mom tells her that the entire family is moving to London, England. Cassie debates if she should move with them for the summer or stay in Utah by herself.
Refusal of the Call:
Cassie refuses to go to London with the family even though her mom really needs the support. She can't handle leaving everything she knows. And what would she even do in London? She has a job, friends and a life here.
Meeting the Mentor:
The day before the family plans to leave, Cassie is out with some of her friends, talking about not going to London. Her best friend Belle convinces her to go. Telling her she needs to experience more of the world before she goes to college.
Crossing the Threshold:
Cassie decides to come with her family to London. She gets on the plane with them to experience this adventure before returning to college in Utah.
Tests, Allies, Enemies:
Cassie gets a job in London at her aunt's boutique. She makes friends with the other workers, comes across a couple of mean girls and falls in love with a boy she meets on a night out with her new friends. Cassie is starting to feel at home in London.
Approach to the Inmost Cave:
Cassie knows that her time here with Jake is very limited. She is struggling with what she should do. She doesn't know how to tell him that she will be leaving at the end of the summer instead of staying there with her family as he believes.
The Ordeal:
Jake tells Cassie he is in love with her. Cassie knows she must tell him that she can't stay and she doesn't know how she can make this work. They get in a huge fight and Cassie thinks it is over.
Reward:
Cassie and Jake make up. They both realize that they would rather have a long-distance relationship than have nothing at all.
The Road Back:
Cassie's time in London is just about up. In fact she is scheduled to leave tomorrow. She considers dropping out of college and staying a thousand times, but realizes she has no choice but to go back.
The Resurrection:
Jake takes Cassie to the airport. Cassie cries the entire way home. She doesn't know how she can make this work. She feels utterly hopeless. Cassie goes back home to Utah to start school but she wants to go back more than anything.
Return with the Elixir:
Then one day Cassie gets a text from Jake. It says "come outside". Cassie is confused but does as the text instructs. She finds Jake standing outside! He has decided to transfer to Utah so he could be with Cassie. They lived happily ever after, the end.

Film Analysis: Elf

Ordinary World:
Buddy the Elf lives in the North Pole and has been raised by elves all his life. He believes he is a Christmas elf.

Call to Adventure:
Buddy finds out he is not an elf and that his real father lives in New York City. Buddy now goes on a journey to reunite with his real life.
Refusal of the call:
Buddy talks to the snowman, he is afraid to leave.
Meeting the Mentor:
Buddy talks with Santa Claus. Santa gives him advice and guidance to his father. He also tells buddy that his father is on the naughty list.

Crossing the threshold:
Buddy leaves the North Pole and travels until he reaches New York.

Tests, Allies, Enemies:
Buddy learns the ways of New York City. He eats gum, gets hit by cars, finds the worlds best cup of coffee, finds his dad, meets a girl and has a run in with a fake Santa.
Approach to the inmost cave:
Buddy realizes he is in love and happy. He runs to go tell his dad.
The ordeal:
Buddy insults an important writer, putting his dad's job in jeopardy. His dad tells him to leave and get out of his life. Buddy questions his motives and feels he does not belong.

Reward:
Buddy's father realizes his family is more important than his job. He goes out to find Buddy. Their family is united in a cause and Jovie realizes she loves Buddy too.
The road back:
Micheal and his dad see Buddy on TV and know where to find him and how to get him home. When they find him they realize he is an elf.
The Resurrection:
Upon finding Santa, Buddy and his family help fix his sleigh and deliver Christmas spirit to everyone in New York. Buddy saves Christmas.
Return with the Elixir:

Buddy becomes a best selling children's author, marries his dream girl (Jovie), has a baby, visits the North Pole often and lives happily ever after.

I keep forgetting...

I keep forgetting.
Forgetting who i am and where i fit into this mess of a world.
When will i own myself completely?

I keep forgetting to smile, to laugh, to enjoy.
This can't be all there is.

I keep forgetting you.
your arm around me, your laugh, your hand in mine.
I keep forgetting why i ended it.
I keep forgetting now i can move on and be me.

oh. i keep forgetting to be me.

but i remember that night, with the bright lights and happy faces,
but all i cared about was yours.
but not tonight.
tonight is not the last time i will see the light.

I keep forgetting that we are trying to be "just friends".
which really means awkward conversations,
where neither one of us really say anything.
but in my brain,
there is a full dialogue of things i want to say to you.

I keep forgetting to forget you.
but everyday that goes by with out a text from you,
i start forgetting.
and i keep forgetting.
your hair and jokes and eyes.

but maybe its for the better because sometimes,
remembering is much harder than the pain of
forgetting.

Unidentified

5:55 am
Ella's alarm clock wakes her from her dreamless sleep back into her dream filled world. She groggily takes the 10.4 steps from her bed to the bathroom where she starts the water for her shower at the temperature of 102 degrees. 
6:52 am
Ella walks down the 19 stairs to enter the kitchen. Where she grabs a low fat yogurt from the fridge. She reads the note from her mother saying approximately the same thing as yesterday, picks up her lunch for later today and sits down to watch the morning news.
7:25 am
Ella starts her re-purposed 1964 Volkswagon Beetle and slowly backs out of her average length drive way in front of her average sized house to go to her average high school. Ella drives the first 1.4 miles of gray road in this chilly city of Seattle without any problems. She listens to the same playlist she does every morning, goes around 3.8 miles per hour over the speed limit and makes complete stops at the stop signs.
Everything seems the same.
Until Ella notices a boy running in the middle of the road.
Right at her. 


Questions:
What happened to Ella in the past to make her so average and predictable?
How will this call to adventure change Ella in the future?
Who is the boy in the middle of the road?
What does the boy want?

BLURB...blurb...Blurbbbbbb

Concrete Angel - Martina Mcbride
No one knows what 10 year old Mckenzie goes through on a daily basis. At school she hides her bruises with long sleeves and hides her pain with a mask. Can Mckenzie's enormous strength and hope be enough to overcome her challenges? And will she ever be able to have a happy life after so much abuse?

Goodbye Earl - Dixie Chicks
As soon as Mary-Ann found out that Wanda was having a hard time with her husband, Earl, she knew she had to help her best friend. Wanda couldn't put up with the abuse any longer. It didn't take them long to decide on their plan and act. Earl had to die.

Christmas Shoes - Newsong
John wasn't really in the "Christmas mood" as he was finishing up his Christmas shopping. Then a small boy trying to buy a pair of shoes changed that all for him. He never learned the boys name, but he did learn the true meaning of Christmas.

happily ever after...

it all started with laughter
    you were a delight, after such
              contrariness in love.
                      refusing to let you go
                             you gave me power over any curse
                     you are my special pleasure.
             you keep me in love
you are my decision to say yes
and tell the others no.

you are my happily every after... 






"decisions were a delight after the curse. I loved having the power to say yes or no, and refusing anything was a special pleasure. My contrariness kept Char laughing and his goodness kept me in love.
  and so, with laughter and love, we lived happily ever after."
~ Ella Enchanted

What makes me smile :)

What makes me smile?

The smell of rain on a hot summer day,
The wind as were zooming around the lake.
Sitting on the swings and talking until its late.

Belting out music and dancing crazy.
Laughing out loud and big white daisies.

I love freshly polished toes
And freckles on your nose
And pretty little presents with big old bows.
Campfires and funny TV shows.

The sound of ukulele music late into the night.
When you call and say sorry after a fight.
The pull of the string on my big yellow kite.

Bright colors and vintage dresses.
yummy perfumes
and the buzz of one new message.
Fluffy winter boots and long silky tresses.
Big comfy sweat pants and sparkly messes.

I love an exciting new book and getting the mail.
Lazy Sundays and the sound of hale.

But what makes me smile, i know its true,
is every time i think of
you... :)

Shampoo...

Shampoo...
oh shampoo,
how your subtle green bottle calls to me as my alarm clock sounds.
How you SHAKE with anticipation as i flick on the lights,
and start the steaming water.

Shampoo...
the nice swish-clunk sound you make as i shake you upside down,
to release your gooey contents.
oh how i love the smell of your fresh citrus and green tea.
the frothy lather of bubbles that consumes my hair
and the tops of my eyebrows,
until i have no choice but to close my eyes and scrub.

oh Shampoo...
oh how you leave my hair feeling fresh and revived,
as i rinse the bubbles from my locks.
i can see the condensation of tears form on your bottle
as i move on.
on to your companion,

Conditioner

but do not fret dear shampoo.
our relationship is not over!
for tomorrow my hair will be dank
and lifeless
and need to type of love only you can provide.
and as i go through my day i will catch the hint of the smell

of fresh citrus and green tea.

Direct Orders

You  have been given direct orders to ROCK THE FREAK OUT!

Rock out like you just won 3 million dollars in the lottery.
Rock out like there are no taxes.
Rock out like this is your last chance to rock out before you have to go live a solemn life with nuns.
Rock out like you were chose out of 15000 people to meet your favorite band!
Rock out like no one cares.

Rock out like EVERYONE cares.

Rock out like you have a whole life devoted to rocking out!
Rock out like you have too much rock for one hand.
Rock out like your shirt is neon orange.
Rock out like your book is published, you movie is watched, your song is played and your designs are bought.
Rock out like you woke up to find you are going to Disneyland. Today.

Rock out like he said "I love you" and kissed you in the rain.

Rock out like your biggest dream came true!
Rock out like the made it on the life boat on the Titanic.
Rock out like the world will end tomorrow.
Rock out like Rocking is your name and Out in your game.
Rock out like there is a letter in your mail box.
Rock out like he just asked for your number
Rock out like you are in the championship of the "World Wide Rock Out" contest.
Rock out like rocking out is all that matters.

Because in the end it's not going to matter how many breathes you take, but how many moments of rocking out take your breath away :)

The Secret life of an American Teenager

When you see her, walking down the halls
you may think "She has it all together".
Her clothes say "I'm too good for you"
Her phone a blatant barrier that says " I don't need you"
and her arrogant walk that says "I'm doing great"

But what you don't see,

Is that she DOESN'T have it all together.
Infact, she has nothing together.
You think, she thinks " She's too good for you"
but she REALLY thinks "She's not good enough for you"

She may seem like she doesn't need you,
but really,
she needs you more than anything.

You think she is doing great?
She's not. She's not at all.

But nothing will change, because we are all too afraid.
She is afraid of being herself.
of disappointing.
of embarrassing herself.

and you.
you are afraid to notice.
Afraid to break out of the shell,
the cliques have neatly provided for you.
Afraid of being wrong.

So she will keep walking down the hall,
With walls up so high that you can't
Even see there is another side.

And you will keep walking down the hall,
completely ignorant,
and not even trying to shatter her walls.

All because of fear.

i walk alone...

I walk alone
I walk alone.
The thin dirt path puffs dust with every step i take.
Dead plants and flowers cripple near the side of the road,
evidence of unlived potential.
The sun
so big and so hot
each step feels like one million.
sweat beading on my neck and forehead.
But i have to keep walking.
I walk alone
I walk alone.
The horizon is an endless orange/brown.
Nothing to look at,
Nothing to do.
Small shacks pop up every mile or so.
All the windows broken, wood warped, doors off their hinges.
But i can't stop.
I walk alone
I walk alone.
Huge rusted stop signs appear.
I want so badly to take their advice.
To sit down.
Acknowledge my failure, move on
just stop.
Stop.
STOP.
I walk alone
I walk alone.
In the distance i can make out people,
families,
laughing,
playing,
i want to join.
But i can't,
get off this thin dirt path that puffs dust with every step i take.
With the big hot sun beating down on my face.
Burning away hope.
I walk alone
I walk alone.

Im thinking about you ;)

I'm thinking... about you... all the time.
 like every part of my brain has been polluted.
but i like it.
Like i just can't stop... thinking... about you.
 So i just want you to know,
I'm thinking about you like butterflies think about kisses,
 and fairies think about wishes.
 I'm thinking about you like pens think about paper and pencils think about paper
and paper thinks about being crinkled and thrown away...
 because I've done that three times already.
I'm thinking about you like music thinks about beats,
like flip flops think about feet,
like cows think about becoming meat,
like lizards think about heat.
I'm thinking about you.
I'm thinking about you like wallets think about money,
 like bears think about honey,
like you think about being funny.
 I'm thinking about you like teeth think about smiling,
like phones think about dialing,
like I'm thinking about picking up my phone and dialing... your number ... right now.
I'm thinking about you... you like the moon thinks about stars,
 like the Earth thinks about Mars,
 like the road thinks about cars.
I'm thinking about you like marshmallows think about fire
and wood thinks about fire and
Owl City thinks about fire... flies.
Because the truth is,
when i sit here doing nothing or something or everything,
I'm really thinking about you.

What is LOVE????

Love is butterflies in your stomach, sweaty palms and a huge smile on your face.

Love is blindness, love is a dance

Love is the waves of the ocean crashing on the beach, waching away a sand castle.

Love is finding a needle in the haystack

Love is when you thoughts are clogged with their name, face and laugh.

Love is screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain.

Love is fire. Love is Paris.

Love is LOVE!

intro!!!!

Why hello there!
Welcome to the blog de Raspberry! That's me by the way! Hershel Raspberry-Crumble! i had to make this blog for my class at school... creative writing! so awesome writing to come ;) Anyway you may be wondering why i gave my self that name... Hershel... well what it honestly came down to was a name creator that i found on google. i liked it, and it kinda sounded like Hershey which is chocolate... which i like, so since Hershel sounded like a desert i decided to make my last name a desert too! so as you can see SWEET things will come from this blog! (get it? sweet? haha) i know I'm pretty creative! that's why I'm in this class i guess!
LOVE,
RASPBERRY