Jade Heart Charm

I know it is unrealistic but everytime I watch a movie and the men are so nice and interesting and intelligent, I think to myself, why don't men like this exist in real life? Never in my 22 years on this planet have I met a man with qualities that define a great guy. Not my father, step-father, none of my bosses, none of my mothers' boyfriends, none of my friends' boyfriends...no man I've ever met is worth anything to me. I know I may be a little jaded because my real father is a loser and was never in my life but I am not looking for a father. I am looking for someone who wants to create a good life together and who respects me as a strong, independent woman. Someone kind-hearted, charming, loving, giving, selfless, smart, goal-oriented, patient...the list goes on and on. Also, I'm not expected all of these qualities from somone who looks like Brad Pitt, but I have to be physically attracted to them in some way. Please help! I need help!

Don't give up sweetie,
they are still out there and looking for you.
best of luck my dear

2007-06-22 09:44:35 by Mimi

JADE - Written By: David DiMuzio (BGVs by John Connelly), Download FREE at... www.DavidDiMuzio.com Lyrics Jade Your parents must have named you ...

The fast beating of love
The love that skips a beat
A first true love romance
One she always wants to keep

The beating slowing down
Gets every beat right on
Starting to break apart
The love begins to fade... its gone

The broken heart is jaded
The broken girl is too
Losing grip of everything
All because she fell in love with you

She cries her broken heart to sleep
As she hugs on to your teddy bear
Thinking of the charming things you said
And how much you really dont care

Your broken promises killing her
As the memories eat away at her soul
How could she be so blind to see
She was just a young love struck fool

She breaks herself down
She tears her self apart
Because she fell inlove with you,
Now shes just a broken girl with a jaded heart


** I wrote this because my ex-boyfriend took my virginity and broke up with me two days later. Two days before our two month anniversary. He was my first boyfriend, and he completely crushed me.
Thanks to all those who put in input.

Great poem, it truly is.

may I suggest doing something that does not remind you of him? Can you find it within your heart to forgive him?(BUT NOT TAKE HIM BACK)

Forget him, and focus on the future ( i know it is hard)...

Don't take him back if he asked you to, i know it may be tempting but dont.

2008-02-05 17:46:32 by no.barbie_girl

Price: $272.99 $68.99

I need some quick Christmas gift ideas for my mother. She's young at heart, has expensive taste, has everything she needs. For her bday I got her a really nice Coach purse so I'm trying to keep things on a tighter budget for Xmas (less than $30). I bought her a new tea kettle, but she came home with one just the other day so I took mine back.

I wanted to make a nice photo calendar for her, but it's too last minute and none of the photo centers can make one on time for Xmas.

She likes lucky charms, elephants, jade, gold jewelry, and all things designer (but I can't afford). I would make her something (I made nice bracelets for all my other friends and family) but I know she wouldn't really wear it. She also LOVES her Granddaughter (my niece).

I need some ideas so I can navigate through the crowds tomorrow. Any ideas...I'm open.

Thanks.

Krs.

I can tell you something from experience , I am a mother and Nana and my children touched me ever so when I got a Memories Of The Heart Book , it containes pictures and funny captions they made and hand made pictures from my 12 grandchildren . I have baby pictures of myself , childhood and wedding pictures and then of each of my 4 children and their families its stuffed with precious page after page of sentimental memories that brought tears to my eyes, tears of joy and love for how thoughtful they are to me. My Birthday was last week and of all the 62 years I have celebrated my birthdays and had expensive gifts by the dozens this is priceless and I have shown this to everyone and bragged on how blessed I am to have such wonderful children.........this will last even after I have passed.
They said they got it at Kohls and had them on sale for buy one get one free. All I know is that woman are sentimental and love pictures of their children and grandchildren.
Simplyshy

2008-12-23 01:34:03 by krs1

History
Dylan’s eyes glistened the way they always did when he seen his one year old son Adam. His face his eyes, it made him feel welcome just to know that he was a part of him. That Adam shared both him and the woman he loved more than anything. How could there be a more perfect child? He loved them both, although he was seventeen and she was sixteen it didn’t matter. Why should it all matter? It wasn’t important -- no, it wasn’t. He was young and had more life and love than most people over seventy bragged over. Yes, he was foolish of course he was but what man at any age can claim not to be.
Dylan was seventeen but he also had something else on his hands something that no ordinary eighty year old man could even consider as real let alone experience. He had fangs, not some crazy deformity from birth well it could be it all depends on how you analyze the situation, but Dylan had fangs because he was a vampire. Dylan had more challenges than that just connecting him too a world which should not exist, But who can really say what should be real? Who can judge what is normal and not When so many different creatures do exist, alone and forgotten.
Dylan had family, and as explained they do not compare yes they are connected to that unexplainable world and some dig deeper and are a whole new creature on there own. Although Dylan’s family fit in very well they had money good looks, friends, and charm. The last thing on his families mind was not fitting in. Who cared about that most of them were grown up and in love. His father and mother included, although His mother loved his father deeply it was a one ended arrangement and Harvon was Re-married to another woman, Misty. His mother Harriot had been in other non-successful marriages but only one produced the satisfaction of love. Dylan had what he expressed as an uncountable amount of siblings.
There was Selena who was twenty-eight, married and had two wonderful young children. Selena was a very intelligent clothing designer for a New York company which played a crucial role in the Design industry. Caitlin the most happily married of the children, although it didn’t always seem that way, she was twenty six years old and married to Riann James. Riann and Caitlin had four young children who were the most blessed miracle.
Jessie and Jade were the twins wild, crazy and known for excessive travelling. Jessie settled down in New York City, with her husband Ian and their daughter Abbigail. Jade resides in Australia with his wife and baby. And then there’s Jamie.
Jamie is only twenty years old, he has two lovely children and a wife named Lorrie. Jamie is a very talented surgeon. Dylan is the youngest of his family until Misty has her baby, the surprise that they all have to deal with.
The official joining of two families, these days marriage is hardly the sealing of the deal. Although Dylan knew deep in his heart that for him, marriage would be everything how can people separate. How can people out there leave there children? It just didn’t make sense, it never would.
How do people spend years together touching them as if the world depended on hearing there voice, on the touch, seeing them fall asleep. How could any one in there right mind leave a family that they had built upon for any length of time. This world is corrupt, and unjust. One thing that Dylan was for sure of he was in love with primrose, and he loved his friends more than anything in the world. His what? One friend, Donald Bass was his step brother. Dylan loved him as though he was his own brother. Possibly more, Don was the one person that Dylan could see and not be jealous of, not because he was better. No, just because he loved him.
Don was just there, he hadn’t always been although Dylan wished he had been. Don was one of the most precious and meaningful things that Dylan had ever been blessed with. How many people are given the chance to live with there best friend? How many guys could just look at there best friend and be reassured that he was loved. Yes, he knew that he was sometimes he was out of place and mean. Although if Donald only knew that when Dylan got sad, or down sometimes he just snuck into his room and watched him. Never for long, and never letting him see that he was watching. That didn’t change the feeling.
Yes, Dylan loved many people in many different ways
His siblings for being there, his parents unconditionally and the heart stealing, emotion burning love for his girlfriend and child, the love for don which almost compared on the scale of Primrose. And that was saying something strong.

The day had passed without any consideration for the fact that he was at school or learning. Dylan was one of the Most straight A students, and took all advanced courses. It amazed people that he was so smart, everything just came to him. Dylan was going to a very high quality private school and was what middle class would consider as “Elite”. He was part of one of the most craved, and envied society. People wondered how Dylan could even be considered normal. Dylan was as known everything but normal. As he stared into space at the ceiling of the dim lighted cafeteria which was designed with divine British taste, he wondered what a cafeteria needed leather sofas at a wall, and gallery art work presented around the room for.
Dylan assumed it was the schools way to say that they meant business. There was a lounge for students, although none of them recognized it as good enough after all they were rich. The lounge had a deep almost mahogany wood flooring, and the walls were covered with paintings that didn’t seem to belong in a school, with a fire place and books for leisure close by, also there was a pool table, and almost invisible among the artwork Plasma television.
Strangely enough as Dylan walked through the oak doors to the lounge many young men and women were gossiping and moping around. He never understood why the rich always seemed unhappy although with great acting accomplishments to the outsider would seem as though they had one a much awaited prize.
Dylan sighed and went over to a couch sitting next to a couple of girls talking about how this girl in his English class Becky? Was it Becky? Was pregnant and going for an abortion and then for help. Dylan cringed trying not to think of attacking the girls. Gossip was worse enough without talking about killing children and spreading mean rumors.
His mind was filled with the thought of Adams smiles, and Rosie’s beautiful face, he wished he could break out of this school and go see primrose, although she was also attending school, public school and he doubted that she enjoyed two hours of lunch breaks, since she was given forty. His mind continued wondering he had to work later, why again. His father was teaching him good values and he was accepting the task hands on.
Suddenly Dylan had a new thought and an urge, he grabbed his leather bag and bolted. Knowing that there was over an hour left of lunch. Dylan ran out of the school and hopped in a cab. Dylan sat in a little café by himself and he silently walked around his mind again, more alone.
Dylan reflected on when he grew up, when it all began.
Dylan thought about his past about California when he
Was little, he missed California some times but Don seemed to insist that they lived in New York. Where Dylan’s friend didn’t live, well the ones besides Donald and Primrose he wished that he was in California. He thought about running through the field near his manor, where he could play for hours, he thought about the shores and swimming. He loved to run around those fields picking wild roses, and flowers.
He enjoyed California so much, the bustling city and the movie stars. How he missed it there. And that was where Dylan was going.. He was going to California. Dylan got into another cab and quickly was sped off to the airport. Was he insane? Of course he was.. he’d always been that was such an understatement. Dylan bought plane tickets for the first flight that led to Los Angeles. He knew he’s be in a lot of trouble, at school and with his father.
Although Dylan knew if he lived with his mother Harriot it wouldn’t be a problem, actually his mother did live in California that would be his savoir Dylan was going to go to his mothers. Just for a few weeks. He thought about how Rose would feel as he boarded the plane. He knew that she would think that he was just avoiding her. It may seem that way but he would never. Dylan loved primrose more than anything in the world, more than life.
Dylan loved plane rides, endless thinking time he loved to be alone and thinking. He always did, always.
Thoughts raced everything from his breakfast and school to what he was going to do at his mothers for two weeks.
As Dylan endlessly thought he fell asleep.

***
Dylan awoke to the sound of the captain asking every one to put on there seat belts. As he brought himself back to consciousness he stared out the window at the fast approaching ground. Dylan loved the outdoors and walking out of that airport and catching the California air was a feeling he could not describe as anything else but pure bliss. The car rental office was barely five minutes away by walking and he ran down to the doors. It took all but five minutes to rent a Porsche and Dylan set off down the road driving as far as the speed limit would allow him.
The drive was the perfect opportunity to reflect on the life that he would be stepping back into for a few weeks. He would have his father send him his school work, it would be so easy to keep up, after all homework was a fifteen minute job. Dylan drove to his mothers with only his darling girlfriend on his mind. His mother greeted him with the warmest and most welcoming hug that Dylan had received in ages. “Dylan! Oh my god – why are you in California? Does your dad know?” She practically screamed at him in joy and shock. “Whoa mom, calm down naw I’ll tell dad later, and I was just kind if bored.”
“ you came to California because you were bored! It’s a school day!”
“Yeah, I’m gonna take a little break from school and stay here for two weeks, if I can.”
“Well Dylan, if you’ve thought it through, then of course you may.”
“Kay, I’m going to go up to my room mom.”
“Mm hmm”
Dylan rushed up to his child hood bedroom where he had spent his more childhood years. It had barely changed.
The bed still had a blue and black soft blanket on top with five mega pillows, the couch was still black, and his television still had many DVD’s scattered on the top of it. This was home, his home. He reached for his phone the one refuge that the room still held as an attraction.
He dialled carefully making sure not to miss a number.
1-293-555-3489 And as Dylan hoped Brady picked up.
“Uh, hello?”
Dylan hesitated for a moment before answering.
“uh, hey Brady?It’s your old best friend? You know Dylan?”
“Oh, my god! Are you serious Dylan I haven’t seen you in years and years! How are you doing man?”
“oh, I’m good as you know I live in New York City.
“Yeah, okay dude.. you know where I live same old come visit me tomorrow, like – ten am kay?”
“Yeah, of course see you then.”
After seventy minutes of pointless catching up the phone was hung up and Dylan went into his bathroom. The plane ride had really messed with him.

Not to me personally, but if it's interesting to you then you can be sure it's interesting to some other people too. Whatever you write, some will love it and some will hate it. So don't worry about things like that - get on with the writing.

Taylor and A were harsh, but they were right - there's too much explaining in your story (always try to slip information in subtly, instead of delaying the story to explain relationships or whatever - relationships should be obvious by how characters interact, and the main character's feelings) and the style needs some work, not to mention the spelling and grammar.

The important thing to remember when you're learning to write is that it takes a lot of time and dedication. Like learning to dance or play the piano, you have to practice a lot, and the more you practice the more you'll learn about your strengths and weaknesses, what works and what doesn't, and you'll find new ways to do things. Don't worry about writing the perfect chapter that everyone loves on Yahoo Answers - worry about perfecting your craft in the long term, developing your style, maturing your writing. Too many people these days want to rush out and publish the first story they write, but that's like arranging to play a piano recital when you've never even touched a piano before. You don't need the approval of people on here yet - just relax and enjoy the learning experience and the wonderful satisfaction of writing what pleases YOU.

2008-08-08 01:39:07 by IronicStarAurore

Click. Click. Click. The sound of stilettos the size of the statue of liberty snapped on the sidewalk, noisily making their way through the crowded streets. Women in business suits discussing plans on their cell phones, yellow taxis honking away and buildings towering over the civilians symbolized the sophisticated and cultured area, New York City. When one goes to this raging city, they think of glitz and glamour. However, that may not be the case for everyone.

Jade’s ruby red nails grasped the subway ticket smoothly. She silently walked down the cold tunnel, heading to her proper station. The subway stations were busy and crowded as usual but after a week of being there every day, it wasn’t so exciting. So much for a new life, filled with experiences and spontaneity, Jade thought. She ran her hand through her long, jet black hair. Who was she kidding? She knew she couldn’t afford taking a taxi every day and she knew renting an apartment in the heart of downtown would cost her a pretty penny. Jade was fooling herself if she thought a move to another city would change who she was. However, New York City was such a pretty place. The biggest city in the States and Jade had seen hardly anything.

The young girl headed toward a concession stand that sold coffee and bought herself a muffin. No harm in it since she had skipped breakfast that morning. Who knew corporate business would be so demanding? Jade always thought it would be easy; filing folders and getting coffee, but it was much more complex then she would have ever imagined. The city was supposed to be fun and exciting, but all Jade felt was a claustrophobic atmosphere in which nothing had been explored. Jade munched at her muffin, patting her green pea coat jacket, making sure that no crumbs had fallen. She was an ordinary girl, a little more into fashion and makeup than her friends but otherwise average. Jade sported a pair of dark wash skinny jeans and a pair of black suede flats. That was one thing Jade was thankful for, her style. She had blended in quite well with the New Yorkers as the urban style was more common for subway users.
Her green eyes gleamed as the subway shot past, erupting a screech as it came to a halt. Jade threw out the remaining muffin crumbs and got on the packed subway. It was filled with posters and flyers, advertising concerts, restaurants and local fundraisers and events. She placed herself between a guy her age with a skateboard and a young teenager listening to very loud music. It was easy to see that Jade was already getting used to this lifestyle. Most of the people on the subway were just like her, trying to make it in life. The childish teenager began enthusiastically bouncing to the rhythm of her loud music. It made Jade think of the years her brother was a reckless teenager. He had begged for months for a drum set and when he finally got one he wasn’t as excited and got over it in a month. She had never been that disruptive and she was glad. Just a normal girl who lived in the suburbs, making rational decisions and getting good grades. Her parents had never bothered her, they were quite satisfied, but there was something Jade was missing in her life. Fear itself was what was stopping her from breathing, from living.

The subway sped through the tunnels, every once in awhile making a scratchy sound which distracted Jade’s thoughts of previous years. She glanced up and looked around at the crowded subway. There was something unappealing about the picture and it wasn’t until a few minutes later that it began to unravel her. A powerful surge of electricity ran through her body, momentarily stunning herself. He was like nothing she had expected. Silky chestnut brown hair, golden eyes that held fire and the mysterious, lean figure she had remembered so long ago. How long had it been since she had seen him? Half a year at least. Her heart pounded in her throat as she tried to make herself believe that he was really there. His eyes were like sparkles as he looked out the subway window, unaware of her staring. He seemed content and peaceful, like he was daydreaming. Her stomach began to flip as she watched him intently. He had definitely changed. Jade remembered him as the fiery character that had charmed her months ago. The guy so many girls were intimidated by and yet he had approached her, the typical girl next door. Their relationship had lasted quite awhile. It was serious, filled with romance and infatuation. It was true what they said, the hottest love has the coldest end.

The reason they ended the relationship was weaker then what they had together. It hurt both of them and even though it was over a stupid reason Jade was just a “normal” girl. She felt as if she could do nothing about it. All her friends said to forget about him, that if something simple tore them apart then something more challenging in the future would ruin it anyway. She had agreed with them of course, for how could they be w
They had been in more relationships then she could count. He was her first relationship, her first love. Jade assumed her friends had more experience in that area and let it be.

It was not until that moment that the man she had been curiously analyzing met her gaze. Suddenly the subway felt ferociously hot and the word melted off her tongue. “Victor.” She whispered. They stayed like that for what seemed a long time. What was he doing in New York? She desperately wanted to get away, to escape. This was not how she had planned things in New York. At least she was too far from him to have a proper conversation.

What was she doing with herself? Leading the same boring day routinely, not being able to live the high life, shying away from problems that scared her and giving up on the ambitions in her life. Things she wanted in her life were not there, dreams she wanted to capture were too far away. Her life was dull. She had no regrets because she took no risks.
Jade lifted her head from this deep thought and looked over again, noticing Victor watching her. His hand lifted up ever so slightly, as if to acknowledge her. Jade caught her breath, wondering if she had imagined it. She had a strong urge to do what she wanted to do and not what people told her to do. No wonder the past few weeks had been feeling empty, she was still in love. Jade’s face turned a shade of deep purple and her palms began to sweat. She was in an experience of a lifetime and even though love is not what makes the world continue on, love is what makes the ride worthwhile.


Her heart skipped a beat as she lifted herself from her seat. She was going to do it. Say something, say anything. Jade wanted him back. He was a part of her, he had always been. Jade had given up things in her life and this was not going to be one of them. This was how she was going to change, right there. Victor’s facial expression was unreadable, like he was trying to tell her something.
The wobbly subway train only made Jade more nauseous as her feet dragged her down toward his seat. Many people were standing in the way as she struggled to get by. The subway train jerked as it started to slow and began to screech. She had to catch up to him, she couldn’t lose him now. The subway train slowed more and finally came to a stop. It opened it’s doors and people began pouring out. Jade’s stomach built up in her throat. Her eyes widened as she finally spotted Victor and with him was another woman. Jade began panicking and before she knew what was happening her head began to feel dizzy. The blonde’s eyes showed her crinkly smile as she wrapped her arm around Victor lovingly. He laughed into her neck and they both exited the subway train together.

Okay thats the final end. Please read it if you read the story earlier. Yes I am a teenager and I know I need polishing. I am just wondering If I have potential for writing a book?

I think that your writing is better than the majority of those who post here. You have a few grammatical errors in your story, but not so many. Your beginning is well constructed and flows nicely. I am guessing that you're young so am critiquing your writing from that assumption. If you are a teenager, you have a better understanding of style and of the method for introducing your story than most do. You've revealed crucial information in a discreet way so that it is not blatant and fits into the story neatly, and you've left enough unexplained to pique the reader's interest; I am wondering both about Jade's past and her future. Your writing needs a bit of polishing, but, all in all, I think that it's quite good.

2008-09-26 17:23:15 by blondie