The bacon's steaming

People feel that they are all victimized in some way, and that thier life is the worst ever. They also feel as if they should compare thier feelings to other people's situations, saying they are worse off. I don't understand why people must have a contest between who has a more terrible experience. The world is full of bad happenings, and no one has a worse experience than another. I know that the bad times I had as a child in school were bad, but they can never compare to another's person's life. We should not try to stick to our bad pasts or presents for that matter, we have much more to live for and more things to enjoy. Although we must fight with our memories over our feelings, because we as teens or people on a whole have a war in our minds whether we will be happy or sad. It disheartens me to say this, but most people don't know how to have control, or do it unintentionally. Unfortunately, we need to stop saying sorry for our actions because deep down, it is our memories fault for us being un utter and total distraught. It is not our fault that we are acting this way all the time, being selfish or hurtful, it is just the result in us losing a small battle and we must recover.

Pigs in blankets can fly because they have capes

I'm sure you're wondering why my titles tend to be...wierd. I enjoy naming writing pieces titles that have nothing to do with it. One poem about love I wrote happens to have the title, "Not a Fan of Cheese." Another peom was about someone's yesterday, but called "I hate your pies." My poems are all authorized as Taaliba. It just seems right to me. It is energizing to pour out feelings into writing pieces, I especially like writing love poems, here is one example of my poems.

Shoot
By Taaliba
My falling star
Let me catch you
I have a wish for you
To grant me
Do not fall and die
For I want my wish
Let me catch you
No! You are moving too fast
I might never catch you
I will nuture you
And place you back
Up in the sky
If you want to go to them
Or you can stay
And be with me
For eternity
With me
I will raise you back up
So you can fly
I will fix your broken wings
So you can soar
With me
May I catch you?
Let me catch you!
What is my wish, you ask?
Isn’t it obvious?
I want someone to love me

Rip your onions in half

There are many different types of loves in the world. It all depends on the person and what they exactly mean to you.

The first love, of course, is that type you would want to get serious about and maybe date or marry. You act towards that person differently than others. You have a deep adoration and sensations that no one can fully explain, not even me, who has never actually did it with anyone so therefore not yearning for it. Intimacy probably feels different with different people, with the person you feel deep devotion for, I expect that it would be a warm one that is filled with burning passion and overflowing desire. But that's just a guess.

I also find that I have formed a brotherly love with someone. It can be a sisterly love with someone, too. You adore this person, and value thier opinions, yet you feel no deep temptations for them. You do hold hands, if you're like that, but you just know that you have only an adoration and nothing more, but it means alot to you.

One relationship with someone I have met within the past 3 months is really confusing to me. He is a very great friend, and I feel all but total adoration and devotion for him. But he is neither a boyfriend love to me, nor a brother love, and more than just a love, its just, weird. I would do anything for him, I'm sure, and I'm not going to name him, because he might read this blog, but I just wish I could explain my love and confusion. He is the type of person that you tell everything to and know that he'll never tell, but yet you can't ever let him know what you feel, or else things will go chaotic. You don't want a relationship farther than the one you have, but you do want him to know that you feel this way and are okay with this. I'm not going to tell him, though, never in a million years.

A feather floating past

I'm almost certain that you're wondering why my blog is on preetymaya.blogspot.com. You're thinking that I'm using my name and calling myself pretty, but that's not it. It is stating what I am, though. The meaning of the name "Maya" changes everything.
The name Maya has two meanings. One meaning is "illusion." Now, what is a pretty illusion? It is a dazzling thing that on the outside, is very beautiful. Just seeing the outside is not good enough, though. There is "more than meets the eye," as people say (sorry, writing teacher for using a cliche). I am an original person, and what you see on the outside is not how I am, I am a person you may never understand. That goes for any person. A person can be pretty and lovely on the outside, but what they think and sometimes do are atricious. Never underestimate the cover of a book. That cover is not the whole book, but just a pathway onto something totally on another level you could never comprehend.
The other meaning for Maya is water. A pretty water can be any water. It can be a waterfall that catches one's eyes, or even a pond or fountain. A person may enjoy rapid waters and see them as pretty. No matter how you look at it, it will always be just water. So it is saying that I am whatever you make of me, that does not change my true nature. Mix the two meanings up, and you get "This girl is a person that does not care whatever people think of her, she will never change because of what you think of her, and that you do not see the true elements that she withholds."
Now, would you like to take a journey? Hope so, it is full of learning, not all about me, but different topics I think are worth talking about. And no, I am not conceited.

The head that rolled was a cabbage

First let me say this, I love food. I name all my poems for food, even though they have nothing to do with food. I want to also say that I am obsessed with my boyfriend. Now you might say, "Yeah, you and the rest of the non-single girls in the world" but really. He was not my first love, but my third. He is, however, my truest love, first boyfriend, and first kiss (hopefully only? but I'm thinking too far ahead for my age). We are not the romantic type, I think we still act like the best friends we were in 8th grade, if not more distant, unfortunately. I am a all things you could ever think of, I am selfish, selfless, snobbish, caring, violent, passive, lazy, energetic, clueless, intelligent, but i digress, I tend to change from time to time. Overall, when you look at me, you see a child. A 10-year old living in a 14-year old body. I'm never going to change, I've stopped growing mentally. I will continue to be how I am, and even though I act like a child, I want to be respected among my peers. Many a man have told me that "I can never take you seriously!" I was so distraught by this. I always try to make people laugh, because their laughing makes me and them more comfortable, but I can be serious, too. But I can never change that. Never will anyone see who I am, and I guess I have to live with that.