Ariel+M


 * // Dear Reader, //**
 * // I wanted to write to you about my journey in writing and me personally. I have always wrote ever since I was a little kid. I would write little songs and things with my Katie and //**
 * // sing them to our family. When I got older I realized that I wasn't a good singer so I settled for writing poems instead. I still write to this day that's why I took Creative Writing my senior year. I love writing about pretty much anything but I mostly write when I am trying to get my feelings out, talking about my relationship with God or my relationship with boys. I grew up writing poems and when I was eight I wanted to be an author. I was constantly writing. Now I'm showing you my work. //**

Around then...
 * // Love Sincerely, //**
 * // Ariel //**
 * Around 1991 I became a tangible baby. **
 * Around 1996 I met my first pre-school love at Day Spring Kindergarten **
 * Around 1994 I received the puppy I will never forget, Shambi **
 * Around 1998 I lost the puppy I will never forget **
 * Around 1993 I learned that you shouldn’t mess with pepper spray or get out of your car seat **
 * Around 1995 I had my first white Christmas with the family **
 * Around 1999 I became a statistic of Divorce **
 * Around 2005 My dad got remarried to Leigh, My mom **
 * Around 2005 I became an aunt for the first time, Jillian Elizabeth Price-Hall **
 * Around 2006 I became a sweet sixteen **
 * Around 2006 I fell in love for the first time or so I thought **
 * Around 1999 I met my best friend for life, Cas Mac **
 * Around 2005 I changed schools from St. Julie Billiart’s to Edgewood Middle School **
 * Around 2006 I almost lost my dad forever **
 * Around 2008 I fell in love with photography **
 * Around 2009 I found my DAD promise ring **
 * Around 2009 I fell in love with a ginger **
 * Around 2010 I wasn’t excited about starting a new year **
 * Around 2010 I start my life as a young adult **
 * Around 2010 I got my heart broken for the first time by someone I didn’t know anymore **
 * Around 2010 I caught what I have always been chasing **
 * Around 2010 Here comes the real world **
 * Around 2012 I began to start my journey as a newlywed. **
 * Around 2010 The one who I needed most in my life came back **
 * Around 2010 I left from under my parents shelter **
 * Around Then…Reflection **

In this poem I wanted you to get a feel of what my life has been like for the past 18 years. I didn’t want you to have to dissect the poem to know what it was saying but at the same time I wanted it to be not so straight forward that you didn’t even want to read it. The purpose of the poem was to have a timeline of moments in my life to learn more about me. My life in general inspired me to write the things I did, what had happened in my life that I consider important and what has happened up until right this instant. My feelings and mood at some points were sad and moody but others were happy.

This poem was really simple but it was a fun poem. The problem was for me trying to make it sound poetic and informational at the same time. I got the hang of it after awhile though. I learned the point of view in the poem helps set the mood for the poem. I think I did a pretty good job on this one compared to what I thought would come of it.

First Kiss Laying there in her dad’s truck bed holding her as a tight as I can without hurting her, looking at the stars shining above us. As the cars fly by us we catch questioning glances. If her dad saw the thoughts I have about of his daughter I would be walking home right now. His eyes fixed on the road in front of him while mine are focused on his baby girl. It took my breath away, the way she leaned in fearlessly. Our lips caressing for the first time, sparks didn’t fly. It was more like a nuclear bomb being dropped on my head. When she talks it’s as if time stops dead in its tracks and when our eyes meet it’s as if I can’t blink. That laugh gets me every time with that smile; I would kill to be with her forever. The smell of Ed Hardy perfume and vanilla shampoo fills my lungs. My fingers curled into her strands of auburn hair. Noses touching, hands holding, smiles curling and lips caressing this is where I belong until death do us apart. March is my favorite month because of that girl and no matter how cold that night was I would live it over and over again. Every kiss gets better and better each day. Her heart beats for me and I’m going to keep that beating because it’s my favorite song.

First Kiss was a fictional peice that my creative writing class had to write for class. We had to write a true story that happened to you but from someone elses perspective. I wrote about me and my boyfriends first kiss for this assignment. Changing One Day at a Time Ariel Marsh


 * I try to change my ways, craving for the new, getting rid of the old **
 * Bittersweet change, what else is there to do? **
 * Connecting the dots, changing lanes, changing out of what I have become **
 * I’ll succeed in life if is the last thing I will do **


 * I’m going to take my chances now **
 * I need Him in my life to teach me how **
 * Simple changes and Him right there by my side **
 * I’m going to go far in life, I’m going to conquer like the ocean tide **


 * I’m just a small girl in this big world, a simple shape of life **
 * Going through all these spaces, suspense’s could be sliced with a knife **
 * The gape in my heart, the goop in my life, the life I just want to reach out and grab **
 * What a life to wish to have **


 * You can tell me it will never happen, yell in my ear, make me feel like I’m the one to blame **
 * But I’ll change, I’ll make everything okay Daddy, I’ll be the lion God can tame **
 * Yesterday is in the past, I’ll become the brand new me **
 * I just want you to be able to see **


 * Please Lord give me the power to make everything go away, I’ll pray for it the of my days **
 * I’ll stay in my parallel universe, penetrate the world I in and the bays **
 * Promise the life of a perfect sinner **
 * I’ll break away from the bitter **


 * Desperation and devastation in my voice, I won’t let them dominate **
 * Devour the sin in my life, take me to determination to concentrate **
 * Down to where I can go but I need You **
 * Tell me what I need to do? **

Changing One Day at a Time

I got this idea for the poem from the fact that my parents have been on my case a lot this year since it’s my last year and this year really counts. I felt like I was kind of writing this to them in a way. I’m a Christian but I have fell a way from the faith a little bit and this is me trying to rekindle that relationship with God asking him for help and making me change.

I learned that alliteration is really hard to do and trying to keep up with the beat of five totally different songs. It made my poem have a certain rhythm. This poem was really hard at first but after I looked at the poem a second time and went through and changed things around it made it much easier.

Fierce has a name of her own. She isn’t afraid to fight when the odds are against her. Her moods can change in the snap of a finger. She will attack ferociously before you even realize she is coming towards you. She shows no mercy and shows no sympathy to the weak. She leaves scars where ever she goes. Her heart is made of steel. She is full of rage, lust and betrayal. She is fearless of men and women envy her. She is savage but in some peoples eye she is gentle. Cruelty is her specialty and she knows it. She refuses to be the damsel in distress. She is her own warrior. She won’t let a man get in her way. She will show her pride and not be ashamed. She is beautiful but ugly, dances with the devil and plays with the angels. When you look in her eyes you can see the fire burn. For this assignment we were given a list of words and we had to choose what word from that list that we were going to make a person and give it an attitude and bring the word to life. I chose fierce. I am sitting here on my twin size princess bed facing where there should be a head board but instead there is a miniature doll house. I love these Barbie’s so much that I could sit here for hours and get lost in time and when I get too tired I could always just pick a fight with myself to stay awake a couple more minutes, Barbie has to get her good night kiss from Ken. That’s the way it works almost every night, but a few more minutes might just turn into another hour or two. Great, here comes daddy again just like every other night. It’s around 9 o’clock so he is probably going to try to get me to go to bed. I hate it when he does that; I won’t be able to go to bed. He knows that I am deathly afraid of the dark and will be up all night kicking and screaming because I will see the Boogie Man on one side of my bed and Frankenstein on the other. Plus, Barbie isn’t going to be able to finish her date with Ken and she will have to cut her vacation real short again just because I have to go to stinking bed. There is story time though. I love story time but only when daddy reads, he’s the only one who reads books how they are supposed to be read. Mommy makes this big, loud, annoying smacking noise when she licks her finger to turn the page and reads to me like I don’t understand a word she is saying. Natasha, my big sister, is either too busy talking on the phone with her best friend, Kristen, or painting her nails, something stupid like that. Although very seldom she reads to me and I like it. Daddy though, he does a really good job. Maybe it is his voice, maybe it is his emotion or it could just be the fact that I am a daddy’s girl. I have a favorite bed time story though and he is the only one who reads it to me. If anyone else tries to read to me I will cry and cry until either: one, no one reads to me at all, or two, I hear daddy’s size 11 feet walking up the stairs to meet me in my room. I sit here in my favorite pajamas, even though it’s a red Christmas gown with little Santa Claus’s on them, I still wear it all year around, waiting for my daddy to ask me what I want him to read to me tonight. I reply as if it were obvious “__I’ll Love You For Always__.” His face painted with a huge grin when I say I want him to read this book as he grabs it from the top shelf, it’s me and his special book. He snuggles under the baby pink covers with me. While he reads about the mommy that comes into her son’s room when she knows he is asleep no matter how old he was and sings the melody “I’ll love you forever, I’ll love you for always. As long as I am living my baby you will be.” I begin to imagine that my daddy is the one singing to me even when I get to be a big kid. I think about how far away I am from having to learn how to drive a car or ride the big roller coasters at Kings Island. Also I pretend that my grandma is the one who wrote this book because at the end the women’s son has a baby girl just like my daddy. She was also the one who gave him the book when he was little too. The way my daddy holds me when I’m listening makes me feel secure, the way his voice rattles his chest while I am resting my head on it, the way he always lets me see the pictures and he always reads the words as if they were his own. __I’ll Love You Forever__ is the first book I have wanted to keep reading over and over again. I think when I get older and have kids of my own I will read them this exact book when it’s their bedtime. Every year in the beginning of summer break we have church camp. Church camp is a place where we can get away from the secular world for a weekend and is in a Christian environment. We have no iPods, no cell phones, Myspace or Facebook. We play some really crazy games during the day and try new things like rock climbing for example. The most popular, amazing thing we do during camp is worship. We worship every night for about an hour before we hear a sermon. We even worship right before we leave to go back home, that’s the last thing we do at camp before our parents come to pick us up. The second year I went to Flipside camp, we went two hours over the scheduled time for worship. The band literally told us they couldn’t worship any longer, they wanted to but the lead singers voice was becoming hoarse, his guitar had broken two strings and a set of their drum sticks had broken in half. Those few days you’re so lost in God’s love that nothing else matters to you than just to sit there and talk to Him for hours and be in His presence. Outside of Flipside I volunteer with Jam Junior, our Sunday school for children. I started volunteering there about three years ago. When I first started out I was with the Jam Babies, the ages ranged from 4 months to a year old. I volunteered in that part of Jam Junior for about a year before they asked me to work with the older children. It was still considered Jam Babies but the ages changed, the two year olds. I was there for about two years before they asked me to move up again to Jam Junior where I work with 2-5 year olds. I am still currently volunteering there. Our church is partnering with a Hispanic Vineyard church in Los Angeles, California, called La Vina LA. We are partnering to plant a Hispanic Vineyard, also called La Vina, in lower Price Hill area of Cincinnati. The pastor of La Vina and his family have attended our church for the time being as they have moved from Los Angeles to Cincinnati, started working in the Price Hill community, and starting up the church. They just started meeting at a recreational center in College Hill over the summer and I volunteered to help make that happen and clean up after the service was over. We also have a party for Hispanics every year in Price Hill and I have volunteered helping set up the supplies, advertise and help with parking. I personally accepted Jesus Christ as my Savior. I was baptized by my father and stepmother at Vineyard Church Northwest, January 14th, 2006. I had Jesus in my heart before that date but I had not been baptized yet. I still have Him in my heart right at this very moment and He is in there for good. God has been a part of my life for eighteen years. There was a point where I wasn’t attending church but it wasn’t my choice. I was very young, my parents were going through a divorce and my mom didn’t want me attending a Vineyard Church. When my dad went to church, I went to my mom’s; however, I finally worked up the courage to stand up for myself and have been attending church with my dad since that time. God has been with me every step of the way. I always knew He was there but He has become more true to me since my freshmen year at the church I attend now. I believe my relationship with God has its’ ups and downs, like every believer but God has never failed me, even when it felt like everything was going wrong. My church is my second home. I am almost always they’re doing something whether it’s volunteering, youth group, Sunday service or just to hang out. My church I am currently attending has helped me grow not only as a Christian, but also as a person. I love my church along with the people in my church. I do a lot of activities with my congregation. I attend a youth group called Flipside. We meet every Sunday in the basement of our church from 5:30 to 7:00 PM. Three or four times a year we have some sort of outreach opportunity for the teens on a Saturday. One of the outreach projects we do is a fundraiser/service project called 30 Hour Famine, sponsored by World Vision. For the month proceeding the Famine, we raise as much money as possible by asking people to donate pocket change or how much they would prefer to feed children in all different areas of the world. On the day of the Famine, we fast for 30 hours but while we do that we do outreach’s at different places. Each year we divide up into teams of specific countries and receive $50 to go buy food for the less fortunate around our area for a weeks’ grocery and take it to them. In addition, we have done projects such as going downtown Cincinnati parks and fed the homeless people sandwiches and cookies. Another time we went to a recreation center and cleaned their whole building and helped organize the center. Horizontally Forgiven Stop me if you heard this one before, before he walked right out the door His love for her was like a wave that would never be conquered Her heart was a target and he has the darts, she could do oh so much better but she can’t help but settle for second best Boys like that toy are proof they’re capable of the most terrible things
 * I’ll Love You Forever **

There is no stopping her heart from hopping right out her chest She might as well eat her words like she ate every word that left his mouth The violet look in her perfect eyes don’t make up for the pain she has sustained If I layed there you wouldn’t come near, you wouldn’t shed a tear

Seeing you to together having already met her, what were you thinking? You had the best but you wanted more, I’ll make sure I’ll be something hard to forget When you look in my eyes you’ll forget what you said and when you’re gone you’ll take it to bed Have fun while it lasts, he’ll be out the door with more sooner than you think honey My locks of love, my low hips and being filled with every ones favorite secret temptation Big lips, seductive eyes and an attitude to kill

My circular body, always chasing after that hottie and living in this world They will never understand my story, the lies that I hold, all the horrible jokes that I have told , getting out of this mold Letting down my brown hair, getting out of this town, tired of being known as the clown I’m the girl with curls and twirls, wearing the precious pearls

This fairy tale isn’t always going to end in a happy ending, through all the rain and hale What ever tomorrow brings I’ll be there, through all the rips and tears , no matter how pale I’m here for you through and through, I’ll always be true no matter what you do Trying to make the most of this coast , so let’s make a toast to all the people that we roast My innocence is apart of me, everything that I have made myself be Still I can’t not be your baby and I can not stand to hear you say maybe I want you to know that I love you but there are just some things I’m not willing to go through Living in love, diving into something new , waiting for the queue , living within Sitting and talking for hours, our dreams as big as towers, this is what seems to be Your what I see , everything won’t be just another cup of tea so let’s make the most of this fight Red Sounds Like This Red sounds like the coach  barking   plays in our ears When the Wildcats make the wrong play and the other team scores Our faces dripping of sweat , too exhausted to win this one Our faces the same color as our jerseys,  Red

Red sounds like me and you  baby When you call my name and I blush When we kiss  and your hands are shaking When your arms are wrapped around me , you can’t get me out of your mind

Red sounds like my dad YELLING  at me one more time Back and forth, whose wrong and whose right Holding back my tears When will he ever  get what I’m saying?

Red sounds like when I trip over nothing Everyone just stops and stares My face  changes colors   by the second What to do but laugh  at myself

Red sounds like the story of my life My ups and downs, here we go   Red sounds like the color of my heart Red is my footsteps in life Chiptole

Walking through the door to find yourself in a metal can and smell the sweet aroma of your favorite food The line moving like it’s on fire and the workers trying to put it out Sharing old memories like thanksgiving, laughing as if you were a child again and waiting to get your hands on the stuffed packed full of goodness Imagining the guac in the middle and on all over your face

The Hispanics working diligently like ants to make my perfection complete Sweet and sour satisfaction inside your cup in a circle laughing about the times in life Too big to fit in my mouth, hands too small for this big burrito Trying to saver the taste but it’s too good to eat slow

The burrito, full of happiness, fills me with happiness, in fact… It is HAPPINESS Watch me grow Daddy I’m growing up day by day It’s my time to play You’re gone and mommy’s sick to the touch Even for my age everything seems a bit too much

You weren’t there when I laughed as I played on the teeter totter When I was licking an ice cream cone, when the days got even hotter You weren’t there when I lost my teddy bear named Ted Or when I couldn’t go to sleep, I couldn’t go to bed

Some days I try to forget about you And all the things you didn’t do Mommy says that you’re missing out But mommy says a lot of things that I doubt

I laugh because I can jump “Mommy look how high, look how far up!” I cried when and you weren’t there when I stumbled my toe Jump roping even though Mommy says no

Mommy gets prettier everyday with out you here She won’t let me see the tears Her face doesn’t have those purple dots She won’t tell me a whole lot

I cried because I was alone It was my first day of school, I was scared and I wanted to leave right now Daddy, Daddy don’t you miss me the way I sat on your knee? Don’t you even miss me? There was a very pretty, very special little girl named Holly. She had walnut brown hair that all the girls wished they had big bright blue eyes that were so hard to look away from and the perfect smile. All the first grade boys had a crush on her and she had all the friends that she could ever want.

Holly had a crush on a certain boy named Taylor. Taylor had sun burnt red hair with shamrock green eyes but he was just your average little boy. He was also in first grade and shared his Oreo’s with her at lunch and no one else was allowed to have them.

There was a mean little girl named Samantha in class with Taylor and Holly. Samantha didn’t really like Holly because she knew that Taylor liked Holly but she liked Taylor. She was very jealous of Holly also because she was so pretty and she could be friends with any boy she wanted but she chose Taylor.

On pretty days when it’s nice and sunny, Mrs. Plum lets her class go outside for lunch and recess. Today was the perfect day to have lunch outside with the sun just bright enough to make the best weather.

When Holly and Taylor were having their Oreo’s in lunch Samantha saw Taylor and Holly having lunch together and began to get jealous. She walked up to Holly and said, “You should really watch how many of those Oreo’s you eat Holly. You look like you’re getting a little big.”

Holly was really embarrassed and sad because of what Samantha had said to her and even worse she said it in front of Taylor. Holly stood up from her spot on the pavement next to Taylor and ran to the swing set and started to cry.

She sat on the swings with her tears falling from her cheeks. While she sat there on her swing she could over hear Taylor and Samantha talking.

“You know what Samantha,” Taylor said, “You’re not a nice person I can’t be friends with you again until you say that you’re sorry to Holly.” “Ugh, fine,” Samantha murmured.

Samantha walked over to Holly and said like she truly meant it, “I’m sorry Holly. I didn’t mean what I said.” Holly sniffled and wiped her tears away. “It’s okay Samantha. I forgive you,” replied Holly.

As Samantha was walking away Taylor sat next to Holly on the swings.

“What Samantha said is not true at all Holly. I think you’re really pretty and really nice and I like you,” Taylor said. She saw his cheeks starting to blush as he said these kind words to her.

“Thanks Taylor,” she giggled. “I like you too,” she replied. She was blushing just as much as Taylor was.

Mrs. Plum blew the whistle for her class to head to the door to go back inside.

As all of their classmates started walking to the door Taylor and Holly climbed off the swings. As they headed towards the door to the school Taylor took Holly’s hand in hers.

The End Miss Beauty Pagenant

Mistake Heart broken, Stuck Empty, Angry, Cry out Out cast, Unseen, Day dreamer, Scared Not it

Reason Open, Pretty Supported, Big, Willing Popular, Spoken, Ecstatic All that

Good vs. Evil Tickling Laughing, Smiling Laying in bed, Holding Love, Pink and red, Pillows and fluff Cuddle

Punching Sweat dripping, grip Broken bones, gut wrenching Clean fight, lower jaw, upper cut boxing

Old Photos

Dreaming Graduation College, Apartment, Love Career, Life, Welcoming hands, Time Future

Pictures Crinkles, Stains, Rips Swings and giggles, First step Missing Daddy, Here he comes, Why? Time ago