****The Writing Exchange**** Sacramento, Shasta, and Butte County Juvenile Halls: 2019

Entry #1885

Open Bottle

Today I woke up in Juvi again. I'm so tired. It’s been almost 9 months. I went to sleep at around 1am last night. I couldn't stop thinking about how things could have been if I didn't open that bottle. I had just gotten home around 6pm from kicking it with my girl and some homies. I don't usually go home that early but it was my older cousin's birthday and he wanted me to be at the party so I went. That's where I messed up. I knew I couldn't handle myself around alcohol, but I still went around it and drank too much. I got really messed up and I ended up getting my dad’s gun. I robbed someone for their car, assaulted 3 officers, and broke a cop’s windshield. Just like today I woke up with barely any sleep and wondering how things could have been if I didn't open that bottle.

Entry #1886

When Will He Walk The Walk?

One morning I awoke to see my dad on the couch again, just when I thought today would be different. But I know why he is on the couch. He was drunk or high just like all the other times. He’s the only one that I cared about. I loved my mom, but I’m a daddy’s boy. After all the beatings my mom got and all pain and sorrow we went through trying to get him better, he didn’t want it. One day it got so bad my mom left with me and we never looked back. My mom and I lived on the streets with no place of our own and then my grandparents took me in after seeing the life I was having to live. I was ten years old. Later on, my dad moved with his mom and my grandma. We started to see each other more, but he didn’t stop drinking, doing drugs, or hurting his family. He had two more kids: my brother and sister from a different mom. After that he seemed happy for a bit, but a couple years later he went back to drinking and doing drugs and back to hurting his family. I wasn’t surprised.

Entry #1887

Good Morning, not Mourning

When I awoke that morning I didn’t expect much. I was going to relax all day and maybe go get some food with a girl I was talking to. The night before was bad: I got in a fight with my mom over the phone. She was trying to blame me for the mistakes she’s made, and the way her life turned out. That was not my burden to bare, so I chose to forget it and drink and smoke.

I was living at my friends at the moment, and he was out of town, it was just me all alone. After I was drinking and smoking for a while, I ran out of weed so I went to look in the garage where I kept my extra. In there I found a fire cracker, I didn’t think much about it, just that I wanted to see what it would look like exploding. I go into his back yard, I light it, in almost an instant the fuse is flying to the bomb, so I panic and throw it.

Boom! Everything was white and then I look down and my left hand’s pinky and ring finger are completely mangled. The skin is blown back to the point where I can see bone. There is a fat crack where my palm is split open, and blood is rushing out. To top it off my hand is dangling flimsy and I can’t move it. My arm is broken straight in half, both bones.

In a person’s life there are always two choices, do something, or don’t. You can get up in the morning or not, you can be successful or not, and you can sit there in shock while you bleed out, or you can do something about it. I ran inside while my arms dangling by my side bleeding, pulling out my phone dialing 911. I’m looking through the kitchen for some kind of bandage or something, I grab a bowl and fill it with ice water. While my hand is in the water I can start to feel the pain, its horrid every inch of my arm is killing me. While I was sitting there in pain, it felt like hours, still to this day I don’t know how long I was sitting there. I was awake the entire time, sitting there trying not to pass out, the bowl of water was almost over flowing from the blood.

Eventually the ambulance got there, they put my arm in a splint, and carried me on the gurney to the ambulance. Bomb squad, police, fire trucks, ambulance, the whole 9 yards. While I was in the back of the ambulance, they put me on morphine, which made me sick so I asked for something else. They put me on oxycodone after that, which helped the pain a little. We started driving and in the back of the ambulance the guy was sitting next to me and asked if I wanted to keep my clothes or cut them off. I wanted them so I sat up and took off my clothes, then the guy asked if I wanted a picture of my hand, I said, “Hell yeah.”

When I arrived to Enloe Hospital they were all blown away, and didn’t know what to do. They sent me to a helicopter where we flew to UC Davis. When I arrived to the next hospital there were around 30 doctors all waiting for me, I remember all their faces, they looked surprised, and unsure what to do. There was screaming kids around me, and a lot of doctors all around, it pissed me off so bad. Then some doctors come in and they tell me they have to pull my arm into place, so they come around me and hold me down while pulling my arm. I’m struggling fighting and trying to get released so I can punch the doctor. After I calm down they say they need to fly me to San Francisco.

They load me onto the helicopter and we take off. Well this is the part of the story that’s hard to believe. It was a sunset, I was low on energy, and then everything froze. Everything went quiet, and then my little brother who died years ago was sitting right next to me, and I just looked at him and told him, “I love you.” He looked at me and told me, “I know, I know.” Then we just sat there for hours, and hours…what felt like the longest of times was only 5 seconds. Then boom, I wake up in the hospital. They told me they had to amputate my two fingers, and that I flat lined for 5 seconds. I was lucky to be alive. The months I spent at the hospital I would dream about that moment, and break down crying. I would get angry at anyone who would try to talk to me. I was wishing I was dead.

To this day I still have flash backs of that day. It was not a good one, but it was an experience. The one thing that I am grateful for is getting to say good bye to my little brother. I never had the chance to before, but that night I did. I am grateful for being alive today, and instead of mourning over my brother I’m going to do good for him and be the best I can be.

Entry #1888

Come Home

I remember when our house was so cold.

I was stuck figuring out why you weren’t really home.

Always asking why I felt so alone.

I was out in the streets at twelve feeling so grown.

Remember all those nights when they would go by slow.

Praying to God that you would just come home.

Remember doing those drugs that made me feel so bold.

Sometimes I felt like I couldn’t even breathe,

but I forgive you for the times you chose him over me.

Thinking about those times that you would only hurt me.

I remember running away at the age of thirteen.

It has been three years and I haven’t been seen.

I would stay in the streets until I saw the sun rise.

I would walk around feeling real high.

But I never really noticed because time would fly by.

I tried to stay away from all those so called guys.

At the end of the day I forgive you for all those nights.

That you weren’t always home.

Entry #1889

Lighting It Up

If you really knew me, you would know that I am terrified of spiders and people judging me before they get to know me.

you would know that I am proud of who I am.

you would know that the hardest thing I have ever done is open myself up to the world and let people get to know the real me.

If you really knew me, you would know that my biggest dream is helping kids like me who are in the system.

you would know that the person I feel closest to is my brother. He went through everything that I have, just the same.

If you really knew me, you would know that if I had three wishes, I would wish for world peace, equal treatment for everyone of God’s children and for everyone to feel loved.

If you really knew me, you would know that I believe in equality.

you would know that my family is not normal, but I love them anyway.

you would know I feel safe when I’m at home with my pets watching Netflix with my boyfriend under my 40-lb. weighted blanket.

If you really knew me, you would know that I have been abused but I lived through it.

you would know that my biggest regret is not being there for my little sisters.

If you really knew me, you would know that I hate racism, unfair treatment and inequality.

If you really knew me, you would know that I want people to look at me and think she can light up the world.

Entry #1890

When Will I Be Ready to Live?

If I wasn’t locked up right now I would be doing very terrible. Before I was locked up I was smoking dope and doing lots of coke with my ex-girlfriend. We just broke up, but were still hanging out. She’d come over and we’d just smoke and chill. She preferred meth so she wouldn’t do coke with me. I was anything but chill. I was honestly tweaking very badly. Every day people were trying to jump me and kill me because I’ve done some terrible things to a lot of people. Most these people were affiliated in some gang and now I’m in trouble. I would still be smoking dope doing nothing with my life or I would’ve gotten killed and jumped if I continued what I was doing and hanging with the wrong people.

I somewhat miss my home; it was a horrible house. People around the area knew it as a dope house and would come over just to get high. Most the days my girlfriend was over with me and we’d be doing nothing but getting spun to the gun, feeding and helping my addiction grow. I still have the craving to listen to loud music, snort coke and smoke meth. I also know what will happen if I keep doing drugs the rest my life. I’ll end up in jail for a very long time or I’ll die from overdose.

The last two Christmas’ my stepdad’s family came over and I was very high from doing meth the whole week. I was in my own world of being high. We took a family picture together and you can tell I’m high. My pupils are dilated and my eyes were very wide. Last Christmas I don’t remember anything what we did. I don’t even think we celebrated Christmas. My mom and her boyfriend were drunk and sleeping for week on weeks. Everyone at my house is either drunk or tweaking and sleeping or staying up for days.

I know for New Year’s Eve I just got a new dope pipe and was sitting in my bed and smoking. I don’t know why I wasn’t with my girlfriend, me and her were texting. I was more into my addiction than my girlfriend. I remember I was smoking and hearing people cheering outside and yelling happy New Year’s. It didn’t feel like the holidays, the whole house was pitch black and my mom and her boyfriend left me to go to the bar. So I was home alone just listening to music and getting spun by myself. It was honestly very depressing but I didn’t mind it.

Now I’ve spent my 18th birthday locked up, Halloween, Thanksgiving locked up and Christmas locked up. I haven’t experienced a traditional typical Christmas with family in a couple of years.

Entry #1891

One Day

One minute, one hour, one day, we all think it’s fun and games till the time runs out. We don’t know how good we have it until it’s taken away. One day I was the GP, earlier that day I got the call, the call that I knew was going to happen sooner or later. I was hoping it was later, very later. Later that day I showed up at the house that I knew very well because I had lived in it before. Two hours later I sat there taking it in, taking in the fact that she’s dead, not coming back no matter how much I want her to. That day is the day that I built a wall around me and my emotions so I don’t get hurt again.

Entry #1892

Completely Honest

If I never got arrested this last time, I would probably be lying in bed sleeping. The night before I would have been stealing shit all night not caring about the victims of my crimes. If I wasn’t in the hall I would probably be on the run because I cut off another ankle monitor. I would be living broke: no real home, no family, just “friends” who say they got your back, but when it really comes down to it they all flake. Some would have seen me as happy but they didn’t know about the demons lurking deep inside of me.

To be completely honest I’m glad I got arrested. I know that this should be a punishment and all but getting arrested this last time saved me from a long and hard life of crime and time. While I’ve been incarcerated I have thought about my life…not the life my friends want me to choose or even the life my mother would want me to choose, but the life I want. I want to be the first one in my family to go to college, and actually do something with my life. I’m going to become a dental hygienist and make good money the honest way.

I have been locked up on my birthday the past three years in a row, and it won’t happen again. If my P.O. approves it, I should be able to go home for Christmas. I’m stoked because I’ve been locked up for the past 9 months and have 5 more months to go. Hopefully my P.O. is feeling happy this year.

Entry #1892

Completely Honest

Entry #1893

In Disguise

Once upon a time I could watch the sun rise.

Once upon a time I could see the star’s light.

Once upon a time I didn’t have this hard of a life, but everybody says that it’s just a part of life.

People like me die every night, so tell me what you see when you look me in my eyes, because the smile on my face is just pain in disguise.

So, I’m going to pray to God that I make it through the night.

It’s not about the size of the dog in the fight; it’s all about the size of the fight in the dog; I’m going to succeed even against all the odds.

Entry #1894

Free Spirit

I live a life of promises

I flow as singly as the sea

My mind is like the ocean

The earth's amiss and I am free

The world is but a floodgate

My heart is like a tomb

My wisdom ever endless

In this world I am alone

Entry #1895

Waiting

I never in my life thought I was going to spend my Christmas and New Years in a cell. I wish I could've gone back into time to the day I cut my monitor off and had a second to think of my consequences...or what was coming with the choice I was going to make. I just didn't ruin my Christmas and New Year’s but my family's too. I don't know what to do for what I did. I have so many emotions, feelings I can't express or know how to. I'm full of anger in the inside for what I did and the only one to blame would be me. It's getting harder and harder each day, putting a smile on my face, especially when I'm just not missing the holidays, but my mom’s Bday, my Bday, my dad’s Bday, and my niece’s baptism. I don't know what to do even though I know there isn't much I can do, but hope I get out and wait.

Entry #1896

Pathway to Freedom

I wake up in the morning and smoke a cigarette, which is not a god way to start my day. Then I show up at school and see my family because most of my family goes to the same school as I do. Before I walked in I would go in the ally way and smoke another cigarette.

I have done it so many times, but it only takes one time to get caught. It just so happened to be my one time, so when I got caught I was taken to the office and the office called my P.O. Then I went to probation. They drug tested me and I came up dirty so I got locked up for the first time.

When I was growing up my dad wasn't in my life and I would tell myself it was my fault. I would also say that he is the reason why I would always get into trouble or why I don't do things right, but as I grew older and matured more, I realized that I'm my own person and I make my own decisions. I can't let another person’s actions take blame for the mistakes in my life. In conclusion I realized that I'm my own person. I make my own choices and I define myself. Most of all, I MAKE MY OWN PATH.

Entry #1897

Forgiveness

Move on. Is it that easy? Forgive yourself. Nevertheless, how? Letting go is easier said than done. Eventually it became too late for the childish games I would play and all the chances I have gotten. It was too late for “I don’t know.” I was too old and not young enough to not know right from wrong. There became a point in my life where I cared about nothing. I threw away school even though I was good at it. I threw away all of my family even though I knew they loved me. I got rid of any support for greatness because I thought, no I insisted, my way was the right way. I ran, and ran, and ran, away and thought I could run forever. Thought I can live a rebellious life all I wanted. Juvenile Hall? Not a problem when I get out I’ll just do it again. Consequence? I laugh at rules. I had the mindset of a child. A foolish child. Where has that brought me? Where am I now? What a good thing I once had and now look where my choices have left me. I never wanted to listen to the warnings from those who cared. Then it hit me. Everything it just hit me. Harder than ever. What am I doing? I felt like a complete and utter disappointment I felt like I was sick and there was no cure. My world turned dark I was officially at the end of the road. I fell into a depression that I thought I would never get out of. I knew I had messed up from the beginning of my childhood. My heart was filled with regret and hopelessness. I just could not forgive myself. I could not move on.

Entry #1898

Praying

If I were at home I'd wake up in the morning, smoke some pot, and go to school. I'd stay at school till' lunch, then ditch. I'd head home or go hang out with my homies.

The things I miss about home are playing video games, going wherever I want, and my friends. I miss how they would protect and care for me. I never had such people care for me. Once I got arrested some of them didn't have my back as much as I thought they would.

I miss my family. I miss my girlfriend.

I hope I get out. If I do I'll be a good person. Being locked up, it ain't cool, it ain't fun.

Everyone thinks it's cool to be locked up, but nah it's truly not. I pray that I'll be released and be able to go home. The only person I can ask for help is God. I pray to God every night that I'll be able to go home. I really regret doing what I did.

Journal #1899

Famous Coco Pancakes

If you really knew me. If you really knew me, you would know my past, my present, as well as my hopes for the future. You would know what I was like growing up and how I changed, moved on to see better days. The dreams I have ahead. The negativities I left behind. You would know all the strong people whom have helped me grow and shine. The people who have helped me with my transformation to becoming the beautiful Black Queen that I am every day. The pride that shines. Everything that I am is here laid out here for you on these lines.

Growing up happy and loud, joyful and proud. Everything was a game even a powpow. Punishments grew old. Nap time became my time to glow. Family is everything. No “was” in that sentence. I am grateful to be alive. Blessed to be a descendant of my Nana R. as well as my Nana J. 87 and 60 years old, but they still got up daily to help clothe me. Breakfast time was my time to learn and thrive. My Nana R. would make me some of her famous Coco-pancakes. I cannot tell you the recipe or I will feel guilty. My Nana J would make me her famous spicy-lemon-smothered chicken fried steak and gravy. They made sure I was always well fed. I cannot recall a day when I went without eating. Thanks to them, I will never go hungry. I will never have to worry about what I will eat. I know to make something from nothing.

Have you ever had fresh applesauce? Have you ever had raspberry cinnamon roll pancakes? Have you ever had pumpkin pie bread? Those were just some of my childhood deserts. I can proudly say I have always been wrapped in love. As well as swaddled in care. I do not know if you know how that feels but I do. I would not change that feeling for anything in the world. I remember asking both of my Nanas if they felt poor. They always told me growing up “You can have all the money in the world, be the richest person in your neighborhood, and all that would be nothing to a lonely person, because they are not happy. Money can buy you things, but it cannot buy you happiness. Do not be fooled by pretty things my baby. It can’t help you.” Everything I learned growing up I take with me everywhere I go. So, if you really knew you would know this. However, you do not so you do not know me.

Entry #1900

First Year Alone

First year

Alone

New Years

Again

"What time is now?"

It's hardly ten

When will it be?

Next year, amore?

Next year, again.

Last year's a bore

Leave all behind

And move along

Leave and be free

Keep moving on

Simply can be

Entry #1901

Successful

If you really knew me, you would know that I am afraid of the unknown.

If you really knew me, you would know that I am proud of overcoming adversity.

you know that the hardest thing I have ever done is admitting my mistakes.

If you really knew me, you would know that my biggest dream is helping people who never had it.

you would know that the person I feel closest to is my girlfriend. She sees the real me.

IF you really knew me, you would know that if I had three wishes, I would wish for happiness, prosperity and equality.

you would know that I believe in Jesus.

you would know that my family and I have been through hell and back.

If you really knew me, you would know I really love music.

you would know I feel safe when I’m surrounded by people I trust.

you would know that I am the type of guy to give someone my last.

If you really knew me, you would know that my biggest regret is disappointing my mom.

you would know that I hate the things I’ve done/said that I can’t take back.

you would know that if could change one thing about myself, it would be my “me or you” attitude.

If you really knew me, you would know that I want people to look at me and think he will succeed.

Entry #1902

Forgiving Myself

I need to forgive myself for situations my family says I had no control over. When I was younger, my parents would argue over things that were irrelevant to my age. However, then the arguments would go ballistic and turn into a tug-of-war match with me in-between. Fighting for who is going to take care of me. I started thinking thoughts of, “If I weren’t here, would they argue? Would they fight? Would they make up or break up?” Who knew… some of the things I have seen. I could have hurt my dad when he did things, but I don’t know why I didn’t say anything. I would just sit there, stuck in shock and disbelief. I just sat there, stuck! Too much regret from those days bury pain in my heart and anger deep down in my soul.

I never forgot about those times for years and years to come. I started to treat females a certain type of way that was wrong. I had a girl who made my heart lurch for love, but because of anguish and regret, I treated her like shit. I lost her! I started to feel just like my dad, needing someone there for me, then pushing away when help occurs. Selfishness is what it is called! Nevertheless, as I got older and more mature in understanding life, I cannot change the past and I cannot keep looking back because I am going to keep tripping and falling worrying about old things. Some of the things I did were wrong and I forgive myself and it’s time to move on and look forward instead of backwards.

Entry #1903

Guardians

I remember growing up in the cold nights

I remember mama getting high, hitting the pipe

I remember her getting mad leaving bruises on my thighs

I remember feeling helpless all I could do is cry

I remember mama was struggling so she couldn’t provide

I remember my older sister saying “everything will be alright”

I remember being left alone mama was never in sight

I remember getting took when CPS came by

I remember wishing mama would arrive

But she didn’t I shouldn’t have been surprised

I remember a woman came into my life making it all right

I remember getting a new family that cared for me but I was blind

I remember thinking they would leave my side and tell me lies

God sent me a prize that was one of a kind

I remember this family making my dark little life so bright and everything seemed fine

I remember getting a family I can call mine

I remember knowing they would stick with me for a lifetime

I remember getting caught up now I’m doing some time

I remember I disappointed mama and apologized

But I promise when I get out I’m going to try

My family is the reason I strive, the reason I grind

Because I know for a fact this family won’t leave me behind

My guardians, I love

Entry #1904

Going Big

If only I was home for Christmas I would be with my girlfriend, holding her and doing everything with her. We would be with her family having a good time. The things I miss the most is my girlfriend and family. They both mean so much to me. I wouldn’t give them up for anything or anyone. I like having them by my side. They help me with everything.

I never missed a holiday season with them before. This will be my first time. Christmas at my house is wonderful and my family is awesome and cool to be around. We do so much for the season. We go big or go home. We just put a lot of thought in it. Also, my girlfriend is part of my family now and I’m a part of her’s. They mean so much to me, I love them dearly.

I don’t think I will leave anyone behind for the New Year. I’m starting 2020 knowing my wonderful and beautiful girlfriend is expecting our baby.

Entry #1905

What If I Were Not?

If only I were home,

Where would I be today?

I wonder what I'd

See or feel

Right now

To go away

If only I were home,

If not here, where would I be?

If I were home, and I weren't here,

Then wouldn't my life be free?

If I were home alone, today,

What is it I would do?

If having friends and partying,

Were never hip and cool?

If I were there, and I weren't here,

Where is it I would go?

Where would I be?

Lost or free?

From here, I'll never know...

Entry #1906

Going Off Grid

If you really knew me, then you would really know that I have trust issues.

If you really knew me, you would that I don’t give out love.

you would know that the most important people to me are my sister and my baby cousin.

If you really knew me, you would know that I don’t like a lot of people.

you would know that I don’t like big crowds.

you would know I had a crap hand, dealt at birth.

If you really know me, you would know that I hardly ever cry.

you would know that that the last time I cried it was when my great-grandmother died on Mother’s Day.

If you really knew me, you would know I will go off grid when I’m 20.

Entry #1907

Trapped

Trapped in this cell. Feelin’ like I’ll never leave. My homies on the outside screamin’ free the team. Cold cell make a cold heart/it’s getting’ hard to sleep stuck in deep thought. Gettin’ flash backs and memories. I really shoulda listened to what my mama was tellin’ me. Remember all them robberies. I just had to eat. Traumatized from all the bodies. You don’t know what I’ve seen. Nicotine in my lungs. It’s hard to breathe. Green in my weed. I lay back and jus think. If I hadn’t done what I did, where would I be?

Entry #1908

Home

If I was home right now I would be spending time with my family. I miss being able to wake up whenever I wanted to or staying up whenever I wanted to. What I also miss being able to do was go out and being with my homies. Every day when I wake up I see the cell I'm in, but I'd rather be able to wake up and hug my momma. In Juvie I'm not able to hangout or be with my friends, but if I was at home I could easily walk through the front door and go kick it with them. We would just be at the park chilling and wouldn't trip on anything or anyone.

Christmas at my house is actually pretty cool. Every Christmas we stay up until midnight and we open our presents, but we will wake up my baby sister and tell her that Santa came. I never missed the holidays with my family. This year I missed Thanksgiving, and I'm going to miss Christmas, my birthday, and New Year’s.

In 2020 what I would want to leave behind is all the wrong that I did, the new goal I'm going to achieve is getting a job or getting money in general and being able to provide for my family.

Entry #1867

Inception

James, running away from something evil, hits a wall. He tries to climb it. Scraping his fingers against the cold red bricks, desperate to escape. He looks up for help and sees a bird flying in the air. The evil gets him and he wakes in a bird's nest. Compared to his bed it was a bit scratchy. He learns to love worms.

Entry #1868

CPAP Machine

Whoa, I was soaring through the air when suddenly I looked down and realized I was on a huge dragon. I grabbed the reins and tried to get it to turn around but it kept going. The sky turned into outer space and I could hear an engine running. That’s when I pushed my girl to stop the snoring.

Entry #1869

The Big Loss

Jose has been sad from the loss. Losing his grandma got him in a very deep depression. Emotionally stuck, he wanted to know how he could possibly feel her presence again. He went through a lot of pain trying to find a way to bring her back to his reality, even if just once more. Sleep was the answer.

Entry #1870

A SERENDIPITOUS EFFECT

Serendipity attended school regularly, and was rarely absent or tardy to class. On Friday, she was the only one in her homeroom … She decided that when her teacher came in to attend to her and her classmates, she would pretend to be missing as well. Mr. James Harrison entered the classroom to find three students and a dog.

Entry #1871

Salads of DEATH

There on a dark stormy storm, was a bowl without enough dressing, no ranch could possibly quench thy dryness on thine leaves. Nooooo tomatoes! Just pain. LETTUCE cause strain. Pulls me through the storm drain. Cesar, Italian, SWISS CHEESE! MOZZARELLA!! CATALINA! Some croutons with nooooooo futons. Protons, no electrons. The children of the bowl drop dead to become whole!

Entry #1872

Soaring

As I soar through the air on my bike I start to wonder how I’m going to land. If I land on my face it’ll hurt. If I land on my tires I’m good, but as I hesitate through the air I plummet down to the earth like a heat seeking missile about to hit globe with great destruction…

Entry #1873

The Wrong House

Banjo, the mean bully, skips confidently into another neighborhood. He chooses to search for something to bully and decides to go around a house into the backyard for some massive destruction. He smiles as he sees it is a small home without any doors. But the growl was big from inside. He quickly decides to run. The growl grows.

Entry #1874

Voices

He sat in a dark closed-curtain room. Watching the smoke swirl and drift away before his own eyes. He hears a group of voices in his head. He hears them in the radio and his TV. Shadow people walking behind the walls. The voices are getting the best of him. It’s only him and the voices all day.

Entry #1875

Not Everything Is What It Seems

Two homeless boys, starving, walking down the street, stumbling, not because they’re drunk or high, but because they are light headed from not eating and lack of sleep. They enter into Safeway and steal food and a bottle of alcohol, not to get drunk for say, but to stay warm while the cold winds rip them apart…LIFE.

Entry #1876

NIGHTBIRDS

One night, I sat on the porch of my quaint and subtle cottage in the woods, watching the sun as it set away. The trees were swaying gently in the wind. I could hear the beautiful melodious sounds of nightbirds’ songs resonating in the distance, vibrating together in a beautiful harmony… Everything to my attention was beautiful and perfect…

Entry #1877

Schizophrenia

50 people breaking in through my window trying to kill me. Running around the house with a big knife. I see dead people in my couch and walls. The plants and furniture become alive and start walking. The voices and shadow people seem so true. Crawling through the carpet trying to get away. Thinking how will I get out?

Entry #1878

Chillin

Pedro and Sammy were chillin. Suddenly, A loud thump from outside startled them. Pedro and Sammy decided to go check out the noise. They slowly crept around the backyard looking for anything strange. Nothing. Quickly, Pedro began talking to himself in a frightening tone and chased Sammy. As Sammy begged him to stop, Pedro dropped, “Ha-ha, Gotcha!” he teased.

Entry #1879

SPELLING…BE!?

I remember, like it was yesterday… The Riversville spelling bee. I was there to test my wits and rise up above any challenge that was imminent, and to exceed in any and/or every way possible. The last and final word that they had required for me to compose out of my bare knowledge of the English Language…

“E-M-I-S-S-A-R-Y”

Entry #1880

Sticks and Stones

I'm climbing the mountain, but keep falling down cutting my hands and knees. Out of breath, hurting, wanting to give up. Climbing and bleeding, I press on. I close my eyes as sand blows by and I fall. When I open my eyes I'm on the other side of the mountain. I have accomplished my goal and surpassed it.

Entry #1881

The Good Gone Things

Being woke up in the early morning and told to get ready for school. An omelet on the counter. Walking into the house and smelling Grandma’s perfume. The conversations they would have. The laughs shared together. Her presence and hugs whenever they were needed. The nighttime talks before bed about how he could better himself. The family trips. Gone.

Entry #1882

Life's Bad & Good Colors

Tae lost his colors, his meaning of life left him. But a little of him wasn't ready to give up seeing more colors. Life he only saw as his bully. And one of those bullies put him in a sad room of only plain colors. The sad room made him miss colors. And soon his bullies became his friends.

Entry #1883

Helping Our My Buddies

Snakes in the pathway invisible in tall grass. Walking through the field to feed the hissors. They stand up on two legs and arms stretched, ready to bite the hand that feeds them. Bob tries to help his friends be successful. Snakes curl up and jump at his body. Without fear he reaches out, "sssss" and gets bit "ahhhh!"

Entry #1884

The Brave Three Headed Beast Dead Forever

I was in the garden and I heard Billy yelling in the distance, "Hey, John are you coming".

I was still very disoriented from the explosion. I yelled back "Yeah, be there in a sec."

Running through the rain, I caught up to Billy. I took the sword, raised it high and finished off the beast forever.

Entry #1849

Just Getting Started

For the majority of my life I was surrounded by drugs: my dad did drugs, my brothers did drugs. I never cared for them but I wasn’t against them either, I just thought of them as helping people with pain to get through the hard days. I never wanted to get sucked into that kind of lifestyle where days flew by and nothing felt real. I’ve seen the consequences of my brothers getting messed up in the head from using, not trusting anyone and feeling like everyone was against them.

Later on I did get caught up with drugs but not in the way you think. I was selling them in mass amount. My brothers would have me go make deals for them and go get the product. But I would never do the supply even when it was offered. I wasn’t going to get addicted because there was so much around that if I did get addicted I would become something I wouldn’t want to be.

When I moved back here was when things got a little rough. I was about 13 and got in an accident and had oxy prescribed to me. I got addicted. I’ve always had bipolar depression, but with the oxy’s and the pain, it all got worse, causing me to go into a bad place. I started to smoke weed to get the edge off and it worked for years, until I got kicked out and I was living on the streets. I was 16 at the time.

I was couch surfing, and sleeping on the streets for about 3 or 4 years. I was with my homie and we bought Xanax and that’s when I got addicted to those because they took everything off. I felt numb, no pain, no memories, nothing. I had a really good job. I was trying to get back on my feet and get a place of my own however with the Xanax I started missing days and not showing up and that ultimately got me fired.

After that I quit doing drugs, got my job back, and went back to school. I was still on the streets which made every day a struggle. I managed, up until my boss told me he had to let me go because my work permit only allowed me to work weekends and he needed someone full time. That put me in a bad position.

I owed my friend money form staying with him and his parents so I went out one night and robbed a house to get some money or something to sell. I was caught on the scene when the cops arrived. Four months later, here I am sitting in Juvenile Hall serving 14 months.

I may have had a bad path and not the best cards but this is not and will not be the end of my story. I have a lifetime to do right and make something of myself. I began four months ago when I got placed in here.

Entry #1851

Curing Blindness

I've realized over these past six months,

I've been blind this entire time.

Blind to the thoughts in my head, misinterpreting their meanings.

Blind to how people are feeling, and turning them away.

My mind has changed so much; it's honestly quite scary.

I have learned the errors of my ways and I want people to see,

I'm not a monster! I'm not a murderer! I made a mistake; but that doesn't define me!

I'm a hard worker! I'm determined! I've changed for you and for me!

I know you don't like me putting others before me. I've been working on loving myself.

I understand now, all those things you've told me. I'm sorry it took so long for me to see.

I'm going to fight the urge and negativity! I'm going to rise to spiritual prosperity!

I'm going to make the world see; that the past is always behind me!

Giving me guidance, teaching me, reminding me through memories and mistakes and experiences. For the longest time I thought I was losing my mind.

I'm proud to tell you I'm doing just fine. Thank you for believing in me.

I couldn't have done it without you. My mentors, my family, and my boo, from me to you.

Straight from my mind, I'm not blind I can finally see what is meant to be for you and me.

Entry #1852

My little corner of the world

In my little corner of the world is violence and pain,

I’m in a crowd yet lonely,

Tried to rise above but held back by those who say they love me,

The past haunts me but not by my own choice,

My honesty is bad and my lies are believed,

I accept my faults, my strengths, my weaknesses, and my feelings,

But yet I am expected to fail,

My achievements are overlooked,

My failures glamorized,

I know nothing,

I am not responsible,

A disappointment is what I am made to be,

Loneliness is my best friend,

Dreaming is my pastime,

Understanding is my desire,

My little corner of the world is priceless.

Entry #1854

No Reason or Purpose

When I was younger I was surrounded by drugs and alcohol, and as I got old I started using weed, drinking and popping pills. I did it because all my friends did it and it made me feel good and accepted into the friend group I was involved in. But it did help sometimes when I would go through a break up or when something difficult came in my path, I always resorted to popping pills and drinking with my friends. After a while I was drinking every day and night going around stealing for no reason or purpose. It first started out as stealing food, then bottles, then money, bikes, cars, and guns and it became a normal thing for me and I would always do it under the influence of alcohol or pills. I ended up stealing from my parents and family which was the worst mistake of my life because now I’m locked up and won’t be out until next year some time.

Entry #1855

A Tragic Event

A tragic event that happened in my life was when my grandpa died. It taught me to not give up and keep striving. This was a hard time in my life. I lost someone that was very important to me. It gave me strength to do my best in school during that time. Even though I was hurt, I prayed to God to help me and guide me through this rough patch in life. This happened two or three years ago but I still feel the same type of hurt like it happened just yesterday. As I got older, I got better at coping with my feelings. I got a lot better at putting things behind me. I was always the type of person to put my feelings in my pocket in public but in private, I will let my emotions out.

Entry #1856

I am poem

I am red because it is the color of blood

I am a triangle because it is cool

I am running because I am always chasing chickens

I am “BANG” because it is the sound of a gun

I am a big dog because they are ruthless

I am transporting by Kodak black because it is orange like my pod

I am 31 because it is the number of my birthday

I am a McLaren because I am luxurious

I am a rocking chair because they are relaxing

I am a guitar because they are harmony

I am Mexico because it is exotic

I am gold because it is worth a lot of money

I am a pine tree because they grow tall

I am afraid of dying because I want to live forever

I am not easy to trust people because people switch up

Entry #1857

Learning

When I was young my life was good. My dad was in and out of my life but other than that it seemed perfect. One of my big brothers used to kick my ass, but that’s a normal house hold of boys. I used to get into mischief and get into fights at school and around the neighborhood…normal business. But then my grandma died and all hell broke loose.

She was the glue to our big family. I didn’t see most of my extended family after that. My mom and dad were devastated. My dad split again and went back to running the street. My mom started hanging with the wrong crowd and started selling.

One day I woke up to being told my mom was in prison. She was with some dude when he strangled another man to death with a belt. Story was, as usual, that she didn’t know anything and he told her to give her a ride to pick up some things and she was in the car by herself when the cops pulled up. One of my brothers at the time was here in Juvie where I’m typing this right now. My littlest brother went with one of my mom’s friends, which a couple of my aunts thought was the best decision. Me and my older brother stayed at my family’s apartment with my older cousin Brittany until the rent couldn’t be paid. Me and my brother were already very close and knew are way around things. We left the apartment and were doing what we had to do.

We had the nicest clothes and had money. Isn’t that all what teenagers want? Well not us. We wanted our life back. We had a hole in out chests because our family was destroyed and we knew things could never be the same. We had friends but it felt like we were walking the earth, just the two of us, alone. I stared living with a girl, while my brother lived with one of our other friends or something, I can’t remember. We never slept outside or anything because we had people that were there for us. We did our best to return the favor to our friends in our own ways.

I was already into fighting, hustling and everything that came with it, but it was all getting worse. My mom got out and tried to fix things for us. The damage had already swallowed us though and our lives were already committed to this routine we lived. My mom got back my littlest brother and my big brother got out of camp. Things couldn’t go back to normal though. We moved into my grandma’s house but behind the scene things were bad there too.

Me and one of my brothers still ran amuck. Our family got a trailer up in the mountains but me and my brothers were always in town because there was nothing to do up there. My mom started messing up again and we lost the trailer. We all split up once more and later I found out my dad was locked up.

He got a hold of us and told us he was going to change his ways. He got out and was turning things around. Me and all my brothers except one were with my dad staying at my uncle’s (my dad’s best friend’s). I was back and forth between there and a girl’s house. Things were good for a while. Then my dad left yet again and we still all stay at my uncle’s after he left. I started to getting really involved in some serious things while my dad was gone. I continued these things until I was caught with a gun. That landed me here, in the same place my brother used to be. But you know what they say, “Everything is a learning experience.”

Entry #1858
Then My Third

Childhood is supposed to mean good memories and good times. For me it means abuse and bad memories. There are things that I can’t talk about. Some kids get a good childhood, some get a middle ground and others get a terrible childhood. Me, I got the latter one. It started at my birth. My biological mother was a meth addict and was using when she was pregnant with me, so when I was born, I tested positive. When I tested positive, they took me away and put me with a foster parent until I was adopted at the age of three by cousins. Now, let’s fast forward five or six years, my adopted mom said some shit and I was taken away again. I went to my second one then my third one. After that I went to my first group home, then my second, then my third. This process repeated until I was sixteen. Now I’m locked up until I’m seventeen and a half.

Entry #1859

Forgetting

Drugs are a big factor in my life. I have never done any type of hard drugs like meth or heroin, but I’ve done just about everything else. I was introduced to weed at the age of 9 by my dad. He smoked all the time, so me and my brothers thought that it was a cool thing to do. Eventually we started to steal weed from my dad and smoke it whenever we got the chance, and ever since then I have been getting in trouble because I smoke weed.

My dad never cared about weed, he would even smoke me and my brothers out from time to time, but my mom cared a lot. She tried to do everything to stop me from smoking: she grounded me, whooped me, made me do chores, anything you could think of, but it just made me more determined to smoke and to hide it from her.

Eventually things got worse. I just stopped caring and moved in with my friends. I smoked and drank every day, occasionally drinking lean, popping pills, snorting cocaine, and doing acid. When I lived with my friends I did all types of stupid stuff to get money. Let’s just say that every time that I’ve been locked up I’ve been high or drunk.

When I get out this time I’m going to stay sober and try to find a job and get my life back on track so I can forget about this place and this part of my life.

Entry #1860

Maturing from Pain

When I was a kid. Growing up was exciting. It was also difficult at the same time. I would enjoy myself learning how to shoot guns with my uncles. Also, I was learning how to fish, how to ride quads, and dirt bikes. I liked going riding with my uncle and friends. We would go to the Pismo Dunes. We would also go to the drag races. I entered and lost, but I finished in third place. What I like most was BMX Freestyle and to be around my uncle because he taught me many things. I learned how to do tricks and hit dirt jumps. I was only in fifth grade when I started biking. I stopped biking when I hit tenth grade, but I still know how to bike.

I played football for two years in a row. I also played baseball for two years in a row as well. Those are my two favorite sports. I stopped playing sports and started to drink and smoke. I started because my cousins were shot and almost killed. One of my cousins who was closest to me almost died before my eyes. It put my family through so much pain. I saw a lot and have been through a lot. Then I started to hang with my cousins and their friends. I slowly started to affiliate with the gang. I was only in sixth grade when all that happened.

I saw my step pops shot and killed from a distance. What hurt more was that my little brother was there and saw his dad killed. I was only in eighth grade. It felt like every year things would get even harder than they already were. Two years later my brother was shot and killed. That really messed me up mentally and physically. I matured more from pain than age.

Entry #1861

Two Ounces of Heroin

Drugs. Drugs are the root of all of my problems in the last couple years. Let’s start when I was 14 and was at my homie’s house around a bunch of older white boys all smoking dope. One of them asked me if I wanted some and I said, “Yeah,” and inhaled that dope smoke for the first time. I was in love. This may sound bad but I loved the feeling so much I just couldn’t put the pipe down for a while. It turned my life upside down. I got a job while I was high and even though I was able to work properly I still wouldn’t sleep for days on end and would go out partying after work.

Then smoking it just wasn’t cutting it. I wanted to get higher. I went to one of the homeboys and asked him for a clean needle and started slamming. Once I started slamming it was a wrap. I also started slamming heroin and doing speed balls and my mind just went bonkers. One night after being up for like 5 or 6 days, I thought it would be cool to rob the sheriff’s search and rescue then the golf park. That’s when I got locked up. I got out on probation and first day out went to the boys and started using again.

I was back to the same schedule of getting high, f-ing around and getting in trouble. This time I stabbed a guy and ended up back inside. After that I thought I was invincible and could get away with anything with just a little amount of time. After the fire, I got out and bought a cheap rv and started hanging out in the bad neighborhood and with the OGs. I started selling big amounts of both heroin and meth. This time I was staying up for 10 to 14 days and just getting way out of whack. I was committing all kinds of crimes, robbing a lot of people at gun point and just living that terrible life. I was on the run for like 3 months and got caught up on just a violation. Thank God!

It was enough to get me stuck in here for 14 months. It is not the life I want to live anymore. The drugs took my sanity and family and now I’m working hard to get them both back and never want to go through this pain again. When I got locked up I was coming down off heroin so bad I wanted to die. I never felt or went through anything that painful ever in my life.

It feels really good now to be sober and not having to worrying about robbing people or getting shot over 2 ounces of heroin on a drug deal. That was the scariest part of it all. I’ve seen people die off overdoses and get shot over just a small bit of heroin because some dude was dope sick. It messes you up and when you continue to do it you start to lose emotion. I am better with my family now and am getting certified for welding, so when I get out I can go home and be with my family again.

Entry #1862

LOCKED UP FOR THE HOLIDAYS

I’ve been locked up for the holidays four times. I don’t think I’ll have a much better time at home because I’m in a group home. The last three years, I’ve been to five group homes and I’ve ran from all of them. I don’t know what the holidays are going to be like at home. I do know how it’s going to be here. A church comes and brings a lot of food like pizza, soda, tacos, burritos, and more foods. I think it’s more fun here than at home!

Entry #1863

Popping

I am an orange because my hair is bright orange.

I am a heart shape because I am loving.

I am a race movement because I like fast action.

I am the sound of money being counted because I am priceless.

I am a lion because I am fierce.

I am a country song because most people don’t like me.

I am the number one because I am the one and only.

I am a Jeep because I like to explore.

I am a TV because I like to entertain people.

I am a Jalapeño popper because I am popping.

I am a trumpet because I am loud and hard to play.

I am first place because I never lose.

I am fire because I am hot.

I am a pomegranate tree because I’m juicy.

I am afraid of being lonely because it makes me feel great when I surround myself with people who love me.

I am beautiful because I am me.

Entry #1864

10 Toes--2Feet

What makes me want to press ahead to never give up, to persevere through the drama to reach where I need to be?

Well, there is this saying that I really believe in, “What has not killed you yet will only make you stronger.” I remember that phrase because of my past. I realize that what I went through before may not be as serious as what I’m going through at that moment.

I use that phrase to motivate me to the fullest.

I tell myself I am not who I was because of my past.

I am a solid strong individual.

I also keep in mind to keep pushing forward through the drama, there is not anyone in this world that will get me where I want in life, but myself, not a soul.

I was about nine years old, on my own. No mother, no father. I grew up real fast, learning life skills and how to be an adult. There were many things and places someone at my age should not have seen or been through. All the abandonment made me solid and cold hearted. All the fake love and lies that I bought into made me question everyone and everything at all times. Growing up on my own made me who I am today. This is why I keep pushing through the drama and moving forward.

Head up, not down.

Ten toes until I am down.

Two feet until I am in the ground.

Entry #1865

Trying to Move Forward

At the age of 12 I was a young Hispanic running around the streets and up to no good: robbing and smoking weed. My first time being arrested was also at 12 years old. It didn't stop me from chasing money and ditching school. I didn't realize the way I was living was a problem, popping bottles, kicking back and chilling. After all that fun you end up at the wrong place wrong time. Thinking to myself should I turn myself in just to get things done?

Entry #1866

Family Evolution

A tragic and stressful situation that happened was my parents separating. I couldn’t control that it was happening, I was just there watching it. I stayed out of it, acted like it wasn’t bothering me. I was just hoping the situation would stay the same and that it would all work out. But, at the end my parents separated. It did get better because even though they are not together they’re on good terms and both are still here for me. I am used to it now. I am close to both of them and love them both. I still grew up with all my siblings, their separation didn’t mess us up. I used to get stressed about it because I would have to go back and forth to my mom’s and dad’s houses. Finally I just stayed with my mom for a couple of years and life was good because I’m my momma’s boy. Now that I have been locked up, I will be moving with my dad to have someone keep me in check.