There is not much to tell about me other then I love to write and read stories, but that's what pretty much everyone around here does. I'm from the USA, not that location matters to me. I'm a baptized publisher of Jehovah's Witness. :) I'm a highschool student and have been writing stories and poems on my own since I was 12. I love the Hardy boys, (clearly, I've written two stories for them after all!) and can't stand Nancy Drew except for a few of the FanFic's I've read on here where I found her slightly tollerable. I love the Twilight Saga, (Go team threesome! ;) I'm a huge fan of Avatar: The Last Airbender, (Mike and Brian are geniuses and M.S. I hope you can live up to their legacy with the movie!) and I want say that all you Zutara fans are totally weird and twisted for thinking you could put anyone BUT Aang with Katara! Anyhoo, moving along... All my stories are my own alternative universe to the Hardy Boy's stories, and I would LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, for you guys to rate my stories that you read! :) Also, I'm going to put up some of my poems here (the titles are in bold and sideways-thingamajigger!) for you to read, so enjoy!

Much love and peace,

Rae-Prite :) Aka: Rae-rae :) aka: Racquel :)

Dream Box

I took all my dreams and put them in a box

My dreams were made of many things

Flowers, hearts, and gold diamond rings

But not all my dreams were pretty and fair

Some were very scary,

Some, I couldn’t believe were really there

There were so many dreams; I didn’t know what to do

But finally, I knew

I would take all my dreams, and put them in a box to keep them all safe

Put them in a box, so they could never escape

For while I love all my dream’s, big and small

Others don’t like them, not at all

So I’ll put them in a box, and lock away the key, so I can always go and view them,

Me, and only me

Love Lost

He sends me a text,

He says he’s kissing my neck,

I giggled

Now looking back, I’m sick about that

He said love

But I am now wiser than that

I know the trick, and it makes me sick

He tries to say he’s sorry, that he still loves me, and maybe we could be together again in a few years

But I have had enough!

He played too many games with my heart, thinking he was pretty smart

I won’t let him back in, I won’t let him win

I am strong, and I am fine without him

He thinks that I am a prize to be won

A pixie to catch in a jar, and to keep as a prisoner of war

But I won’t be helpless; no, I won’t let him make me a damsel in distress

I've learned his tricks... And they make me sick

Misery

She stares out the window

The cars rush-by, she starts to cry

As that world rushes past, she wonders how much longer it will last

Everything’s breaking as her hands start shaking

Her breathings quaking

She smiles, faking

What’s the point?

What’s the reason?

Is there any, in any season?

The world is cold

The world is made of killers

This world’s getting old

It's full of fear

Maybe we’ll win the war, maybe next year

Maybe someday we won’t have to fear

Maybe the end will come next year

Maybe someday our children will play on the prairie of joy, their songs filling the air, and our hearts with the words of love that we’re now longing to hear

Maybe God will finally end all that we know here,

Maybe it will happen next year

Mothers

Moms have always been around

They’re what make the world go round

Moms are special, they’re always right

And they’re always there to tuck you in at night

They bale the best cookies

They know how to make you smile, and how to make you cry

You can trust them with your secrets

And they’re always there by your side

Through thick and thin

Problems big and small

They're there for all of them, from the time you can crawl

They know how to listen

They know how to care

And through it all: boyfriends, dances, and being caught running in the hall

They will always love you

Because you’re their baby,

Their pookie girl,

Their pumpkin,

Their sweetie pie,

Theirs to love and to cherish, to cuddle and fuss over

And do you why we let them?

Because they’re better chauffeur’s than bus drivers!

Music is everwhere

Winds roar like the sea

Butterflies whisper beauty

Birds sing melodies

Sunlight shines gently

Lovers kiss without doubt

Angels fly all about

Music is in my ear

Music is everywhere

My Wings

I used to be afraid to fly, afraid to touch the sky

Afraid to sing and dance, afraid to take a chance

But then I met you, and together we flew

My heart was pounding in my chest, so I asked if we could rest

You said ride on my back, because there is no turning back

Let me be your wings, you said, I’ll never let you fall, so you needn’t dread

I trusted you, yes I took the chance to come with you, took your hand to dance

Now, I know why my mother cried, now I know I hurt more then my pride

Because you let me go, you let me fall, you said goodbye, and it caused me to cry

I said don’t leave me, but you did

I said I love you, but the words fell on deaf ears

You hurt me more then you’ll ever know, and now it’s started to snow

It’s snowing because my heart has become ice; yes it’s become cool because of you

After what you did, after you let me fall, I thought I could never love again, that this girl should just shut out the world

But now I know better

We were never meant to be together

I was young; I just wasn’t ready for flight

You took advantage of me; you left me falling to the ground

When I landed, it was in something soft

My mother’s hand stopped the drop

She picked me up; she dusted me off

She said, don’t give up, there will be other flights for you, just give it some time to let that broken heart mend

So I let the heart mend, I waited for my heart to unfreeze, and then I went out again, this time I flew solo

I didn’t need him to be my wings, I could do it on my own, but if I ever want some company, I will ask another to come

But I will tell that one that I can fly on my own, I don’t need him to carry me, and if I grow tired I’ll rest on a tree

And he can choose whether to follow me

If he leaves, I don't need him; if he stay's, I will love him

I will tell him one thing though

I don't need him to be my wings

Open your eyes

I live in a world where no one will ever see who I really am, not me

Open your eyes!

They will never see past the sweet and innocent look of my face

Open your eyes!

Yes, the haunted look in my eyes will escape their gaze

Open your eyes!

They won’t hear my silent pleads for help, or my screams of terror

Open your eyes!

They won’t see that I’m separated from the world by a barrier

Open your eyes!

They don’t understand that I’ve lost the childlike glow of youth

Open your eyes!

No, they won’t ever understand the truth

Open your eyes!

How could they know?

Open your eyes!

Or, how could they possibly comprehend the sadness that has filled up my life?

Open your eyes!

They just don’t get the strife

Open your eyes!

I can’t take their patronizing words!

Open your eyes!

I can’t take the patting, or the reassurances that they say: Don’t worry your pretty head honey you’re too young to realize that the world is in a state!

Open your eyes!

Well, isn’t that a laugh, because they can’t see that I know more then they do... yes me!

Open your eyes!

I’ve seen the world go from bad to worse, and I know that now is the time to be terse

Open your eyes!

We can’t sit back and pretend that the world will just mend

Open your eyes!

It’s time to take action, it’s time to take a stand and defend

Open your eyes!

Defend what you believe

Defend your rights

Defend the light

Defend your name and your honor

Defend those you love

Defend what you feel

Defend your world

Defend your right to love and laugh and live each day to the full!

Don’t let them take away your power of will

Open your eyes!

See the world for what it is

Open your eyes!

Make your own decisions today

Open your eyes!

Make a resolution, and don’t procrastinate! Make it happen, today!

Open your eyes!

Let your emotions out!

Go ahead, SHOUT!

Make noise, and dance in the street!

Don’t worry about what other people think!

Open your eyes!

Go out in the world, and do something totally worthwhile!

Open your eyes!

You’ve heard me say it once, but now I’m saying it again: Open your eyes!

Take the world for what it is

Take in the good and the bad

Take in the black and the white

And yeah, take in the gray and the indifferent too

Take it all in, and do it soon

Open your eyes!

Summer

Today was the last day of summer, so I sat by my window, daydreaming about everything I did.

There were beach days and nights, bonfires, and water fights

I rode my bike, fished in the river, and hiked

I laughed many laughs, and cried a few tears, the droplets running down my face

I watched summer flicks, and took many pix

I tanned my pale skin, then frowned when I found it this morning pale again

I enjoyed a summer love that quickly faded away, but will remain in my heart... until next summer anyway

I did puzzles on rainy days, and witnessed breath-taking sunsets with my gaze

I read many books about amazing adventures in lands far away, then sat and thought about the adventures I’d have one day

I did all these things, yes, I did more!

I did them all this summer

And now I wonder... what will happen this fall?

Rain Dance

Water splashed and slashed against the window as the rain continued to fall

Little streaks of rain droplets slide down the panes of my window

Cars make the puddles in the street jump and leap as they drive past

Outside, the world is wet and is renewing itself, but inside nothing can refresh itself

The wind blows, causing the trees to swish and sway in an enchanted dance

Little animals duck for cover in their homes

And, what’s this?

A little girl with wet red hair in a bright green coat and rain boots dances in the street!

She jumps in the puddles, and tilts her head back and opens her mouth to catch the droplets in her mouth

She dances so happily

She feels so alive

She’s living without the cares that so many put attention to

She’s enjoying herself without the help of something with wires

She smiles, because she knows a secret

Her secret is simple, but oh, so precious!

It is this:

Life Isn’t About Living After the Storm Passes,

It’s About Learning to Dance in the Rain!

(Okay, this last one was written by my friend. Luv ya, Elizabeth Austin! :))

In Hope

In hope we find Passion.

In passion we find Splendor.

In hope we find Life.

In life we find Ourselves.

In hope we find Sorrow.

In sorrow we find Torment.

In hope we find Failure.

In failure we find Dejection.

In hope we find Love.

In love we find Flawlessness.

In hope we find Warmth.

In warmth we find Our Shelter.

In hope we find Each Other.

Hello Beautiful,
It's 7:05, here in Australia, so please Hold On while I explain to you what happens When You Look Me In The Eyes. In Year 3000, you would be What I Go To School For and I'd always say Nick J Is Off The Chain because That's Just The Way We Roll. Now I'd Appreciate it if you Don't Tell Anyone, but I've got this Crazy Kind Of Crush On You, You Just Don't Know It. I wish I could trade places with Mandy just for 6 Minutes because I know we would be Inseparable, and then I could just Move On like the Games they play in Hollywood. But deep down I'm Still In Love With You. I don't wanna be Just Friends. I know I may be the Underdog in this situation, but I Am What I am! I've been sending out S.O.S's hoping you'd help out some Poor Unfortunate Souls because I Wanna Be Like You. Now I know we're talking about the Kids Of The Future and it seems like it just may be Eternity before "Oh Jonas Brothers, Please Be Mine", but we can always take One Day At A Time. Now it is Time For Me To Fly, so Goodnight and Goodbye! Put this on your page if you love the Jonas Brothers!

If you think that those stupid kids should just give that annoying Trix rabbit some Trix, copy this into your profile.

Weird is good, strange is bad, and odd is when you don't know which to call someone. Weird is the same as different, which is the same as unique, so weird is good because unique is good. If you are weird and proud of it, copy this onto your profile!

If you have ever had a mad laughing fit for absolutely no reason, copy this into your profile.

92 American teens would die if Abecrombie and Fitch told them it was uncool to breathe. Copy this into your profile if you would be in the 8 percent laughing their heads off at the others.

If you have ever pushed a door that said PULL or vice versa put this on your profile.

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"God sent us angels, and their names are Kevin, Joe and Nick."

"When life hands you lemons, throw them back and yell...I WANT THE JONAS BROTHERS!"

"When life hands you lemons, make grape juice, then sit back and smile as the world wonders how you did it."

If you absolutely LOVE one or all of the Jonas Brothers copy and paste this into your profile.

One heartless person
To not be effected
By this Poem

Month one

Mommy
I am only 8 inches long
but I have all my organs.
I love the sound of your voice.
Every time I hear it
I wave my arms and legs.
The sound of your heart beat
is my favorite lullaby.

Month Two

Mommy
today I learned how to suck my thumb.
If you could see me
you could definitely tell that I am a baby.
I'm not big enough to survive outside my home though.
It is so nice and warm in here.

Month Three

You know what Mommy
I'm a boy!!
I hope that makes you happy.
I always want you to be happy.
I don't like it when you cry.
You sound so sad.
It makes me sad too
and I cry with you even though
you can't hear me.

Month Four

Mommy
my hair is starting to grow.
It is very short and fine
but I will have a lot of it.
I spend a lot of my time exercising.
I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes
and stretch my arms and legs.
I am becoming quite good at it too.

Month Five

You went to the doctor today.
Mommy, he lied to you.
He said that I'm not a baby.
I am a baby Mommy, your baby.
I think and feel.
Mommy, what's abortion?

Month Six

I can hear that doctor again.
I don't like him.
He seems cold and heartless.
Something is intruding my home.
The doctor called it a needle.
Mommy what is it? It burns!
Please make him stop!
I can't get away from it!
Mommy! HELP me!

Month Seven

Mommy
I am okay.
I am not being harmed
I am asleep in death now
I am in God's memory
I will soon be alive again
He's going to resurrect me into a paradise world
Where I'll never die or get sick again
There will be lots of people there that love each other
I hope you're there too, so that I can ask you:
Why didn't you want me Mommy?

Every Abortion Is Just . . .

One more heart that was stopped.
Two more eyes that will never see.
Two more hands that will never touch.
Two more legs that will never run.
One more mouth that will never speak.

If you're against abortion, re-post this, because every child deserves the right to live. Abortion is murder. Pass the message on.