Wow I really haven't updated this in a while!!! I guess I'll post up a few of the final projects I've done in class.

I'm now going to U of H. The atmosphere here is so on my level, back a WCJC it was almost like a continuation of hell (aka high school). There is a no bull-shit attitude, here, that almost made me stand at attention, like a soldier. The whole university is moving and on the go, a person either starts off running or gets being left behind. I really liked that feeling. I didn’t feel comfortable at WCJC, I'm sure if someone asked about me from my previous classes taken there, and they would most likely say “who”? I didn’t talk to many people there. At U of H, I felt awakened, and my personality came out. During my Junior and Senior year of high school I doubt I made anyone laugh. Now that I'm actually talking to fellow students in my class and they laugh as I intend for them to in our conversations, it feels weird to say "I'm back!" It's almost as if a part of me had died and now I'm reborn. I absolutely love my classes. Thank you Dad. I don’t feel as alone as I once did. Lol I guess the city and the on the go atmosphere at U of H is agreeing with me.

I feel alive. I actually want to go out and do stuff; unfortunately, no one is available to do stuff. Everyone I know is working so hard they would rather be at home relaxing than going out and doing something. There is this need for more money. I don’t understand it, and yet I do at the same time. Money literally makes the world go round. I've noticed that with making more money there is more stress. And when a person should be enjoying the extra money they worked so hard to make, they can’t. More expenses accumulate, and the extra money is no longer sufficient. So more money is needed, and the situation escalates. Yeah well, I gotta go run errands,
so Love to all,
Rone

Well my birthday is coming up and I feel like a Old Hermit.

I'm a new proud Auntie. I look at my nephew and there are times where I think "I want one" for maybe 3 seconds. But I know in my heart children are alot of work. I dont want to be one of those women who has a child and thinks "OH God, I'm stuck with it!!" I feel horrible to think that, but Its how I feel.

I'll be 23 this year. I think I've hit that point in my life where I think about what I've accomplished so far. I wont really say, but I know what it is that I havent accomplished. I frankly dont like to have things shoved in my face, about school, work, or even children. I dont like to be told what to do. I'd like to be a little more carefree, but I know I cant. I have obligations, and I'm not in elementry school, or a Jr. High School. I do know that this is just one of many phases that everyone will eventually go thru in their life. I'm starting to wonder if I have any TRUE friends.

I still really miss tinkerbell. She was like a baby to me. She wasnt very old when she was hit. I miss my Nana too. I have her picture up.

My poem "My Truth" is going to be published in a book. I havent told my dad, but I've told my mom. Part of me thinks this is a scam, and part of me wants to believe its true. Does anyone know about poetry.com. Stupid huh!?!

My Truth


Here I sit,
reading long into the night,
often long into the morning light.
Lost in the words,
that filters into my brain,
and plays like a movie.
These words, these powerful words,
are addicting.
They are more addicting than any drug,
more addicting than an obsession.
Books hold me prisoner,
their contents make me their slave.
I read to find comfort,
and satisfaction.
As the picture reel stops in my mind,
I know those words have stopped too.
That satisfaction of a good story is over,
and that satisfaction is empty,
And I find I must fill that void,
night after night.

Jessica Marie Craig copyright 2007

My other poems are:
- My Greatest Treasure
- My Reach
- My Truth
- The Craig Ladies
- The Thought of you


The Thought of you

When you give in
I dispare
When you fight
I rejoice
When you love
I'm jealous
When you hate
I'm placated
When the world's against us
Its just you and me, babe


Jessica Marie Craig copyright 2005/updated to 2007

The Thought of You was my first posted poem on Poetry.com. This one was also nominated to be published, but I didn't give my concent to be published. I figured this time around I'd like it to be published.

This is one of my fav. poems, by Edgar Allen Poe

A Dream Within A Dream


Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting form you now,
Thus much let me avow:
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream:
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
IN a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that wee see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep--while I weep!
O God! can I not save
One from the itiless wace?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?