poem 29

"One Extra Hour"

Tonight we turn the clocks back
One hour.
One extra hour to do with as we please.
Many will enjoy it; it's Halloween after all.
Many will appreciate an extra hour of sleep.
Many will forget
and show up extra early for church in the morning.
And, as the jokes all go, the Aggies will
wake up at 2am, just to change their clocks.
One extra hour...
What will you do with it?

poems 27 and 28

I didn't realize until just now that I missed this yesterday...whoops. I guess I came home and went straight to bed after Fly Guys...

"Stop Trying So Hard"
Why do you think that is attractive? It isn't.
When will you realize that being who you really are would be better
Than what you're currently pretending to be.
I'm never going to appreciate you the same way
As I appreciate the one who's genuine.
Stop trying so hard.

"Family Game Night"
You roll your dice, you move your mice,
Nobody gets hurt.
I don't know where this saying originates, but it applies
During Family Game Night.
Tonight was Life,
Last week, Careers,
My favorite, Disney Trivial Pursuit.
Mom and Dad and Me, all sitting around the kitchen table,
Spinning, rolling, drawing, talking, laughing,
Playing.
Fun times all around.

poem 26

"NaNoWriMo"

It's almost NaNoWriMo again,
this year will I pick up my paper and pen?
National Novel Writing Month is November,
but I doubt that I can remember
to write more than this daily poem. Fin.

poems 24 and 25

Yesterday should not even have existed in real life. Any day I'm at school until 10pm just shouldn't count. Haha. Oh, region choir, why?

"Competition"

Not competitive
Don't care about winning, true
I just do my best

"The Truthful Book"

Once upon a time,
In a land where folks spoke in rhyme,
There lived a young female
Whose story I'm trying to tell.
She wrote a very simple book,
And everyone wanted to take a look
Because though her words were very few,
Her words made sense, and they were true.

poem 23

"Sonnet"

On one of these days
I'll write a lovely sonnet.
It won't be today.







PS: I've already sick of this broken toe business and it's only been two days. :/

poem 22

"Toe"

Oh woe is me,
Oh woe oh woe,
I do believe
I've broken my toe.
I smashed it on the door frame.
I bit my tongue to silence my pain.
And boy was I surprised,
When it turned purple and black before my eyes.
Oh woe is me,
Oh woe oh woe,
I do believe
I've broken my toe.



(True story. It hurts.)

poem 21

We're gonna say it's still the 23rd... I had no idea I'd be babysitting for this long.

"One"

As one man falls into sleep, another is waking up half way around the world.
The seasons change in time, oppositely on northern and southern hemispheres.
Humans are seperated by oceans, rivers, mountains, and deserts.
We speak an immeasurable amount of languages and dialects.
And yet, we all come from One Creator, One God, One Father.
He loves each and every one of us, no matter where we are.
For this, I am thankful each morning as I rise, and each evening as I fall asleep.

meet LAUREN

This is my friend LAUREN.



She's an extremely cool girl.
She posts cute blogs and she sings like an angel.

And she's having a GIVEAWAY because she's so darn cool.

Go here and check it out for your chance to win a box full of LAUREN'S favorite things. I promise, you'll like them, too. :)

poem 20

"Twenty"

Twenty photos can capture one perfect moment.
Twenty minutes can make a memory.
Twenty years can make a person.
Twenty songs can make a playlist.
Twenty people can make a party.
Twenty pages can make a story book.
Twenty minutes can get me to you.
Twenty moves can make a dance.
Twenty stories can make a memoir.
Twenty friends can make a family.
Twenty notes can make tune.
Twenty miles can get me away.
Twenty dollars can buy me Taco Bell (at least four times).
Twenty fingers can make a couple.
Twenty stars can make a constellation.
Twenty chords can make a melody.
Twenty "yeses" can get you the vote.
Twenty hugs can join a team.
Twenty dances can make a show.
Twenty lines can make a poem.

poem 19

"Perspective Is Important"

Perspective is important.
I can't complain about anything when I hear
Your story. And I can't believe you would
Continue to argue when you're so clearly
Wrong. When I know you know it but you won't
Give up because you're proud. It's
Ridiculous. Get over yourself. I tell
Myself the same thing sometimes. I am
Not perfect, but neither are
You. Perspective is
Important.

poem 18

"Poet"

Part
Of
Every
Teenager

Terrific Tuesday

Tuesdays are usually my least favorite day of the week, so I am always pretty thrilled when I feel like I've had a good one.

Today I feel like singing, "Tuesday was more than good... It was great!" Tony the Tiger style. (: Today was just very very nice.

I woke up a little late, but I had plenty of time to get ready (I only require about 15 minutes or so). Hair was cute and curly, I wore my new denim dress from forever21, and the weather was beautiful. School was typical school, which is generally good. Freshman AVID kids were on a field trip so I got to go home earlier than most Tuesdays. I got some food from the Wal-Mart deli; popcorn chicken and fried okra, oh so yummy, and a Dr. Pepper. Ballet was good and my foot cooperated, then I taught a class and headed for home. I love the people that I was with today and I am very thankful to Father for such a sweet, blessed day.

How was your Tuesday?

PS: Poem of the Day coming up after I wash dishes. (:

poem 18

one of these days I will write sonnets

but not today

"Twins"
For one small moment,
For just one night,
Or simply an hour,
I'd like to be twins so I could treat myself the way I want to be treated.

poem 17

"Songs"

Birds tweet,
Crickets chirp,
Bees buzz,
Snakes hiss,
Dogs bark,
Cats meow,
Mice squeak,
Frogs croak,

And I sing.

poem 16

"After Finishing Finley's First Paper"

I wanted to write
A haiku today because
My brain is just done.

poem 15

"Nighttime"

It's that time of day again,
That I just can't seem to like.
When darkness falls,
The house grows quiet,
And I lie in bed at night.
The emptiness of the world seems to come crashing in,
And I don't want to give in,
But I can't seem to get out.
Until,
Finally,
Sleep claims me,
And,
Hopefully,
My dreams bring a smile to my face.

poem 14

"Always Love"

He loves me, he loves me not.
She loves me, she loves me not.
They love me, they love me not.
Father loves me, he loves me
Always.

poem 13

"Addiction"

Something about the way we connected
Keeps me drawn to you
Constantly.
Sometimes I believe that it must be
Unhealthy,
But the truth is that I don't know what to do about it.
Most people's addictions are more
Dangerous than this,
But an addiction is an addiction, right?

poem 12

"1-5"

I
can write
a poem that
uses a different number
of words on each line.

poems 10 and 11

double posting today because I forgot yesterday, due to not coming home from Bible study until after 11pm...

"Columbus Day"
Smooth Dr. Pepper
In a clear, glass mason jar
Three-day weekend love

"Dirty Dishes"
Piles of dishes
All waiting to be scrubbed clean
Then patiently dry

poem 9

"Terms of Endearment"

Sweetheart is what I call just that one person.
Love is for all of my friends,
Because I do love them,
Ever so much.
Also my little cousins, because they mean the world to me.
Though they also respond to the name Goober.
Dear is interchangeable with Love. As is Darling.
Baby or baby girl is for my dear girlfriends,
Who are younger than I.

And dude is for the guy friends.
I love y'all too, but how awkward would it be if I just randomly called you
Love?

poem 8

"Thanks in Many Languages"

Thank you.
Danke.
Dank u.
Kiitos.
Merci.
Grazie.
Arigato.
Takk.
Gracias.
Asante.
Salamat po.
Ngiyabona.
Thanks.

poem 7

"Happily Ever After"

Page by page
Letter by letter
We read and read
Practice to get better
Book after book
Chapter by chapter
And they all end
"Happily ever after."

poem 6

"Perseverance"

Can you imagine the pain
They went through?
I have tried,
But each time,
All I can do is
Cringe.
How they survived is a
Complete enigma;
Well, truly, it was
God.
He saw them through
It all.
I pray He sees me through my
Pain, whatever it may be,
In my future, I believe
He's looking out for
Me.

poem 5

"Poetry"

Yesterday I wrote a poem that rhymed.
The day before, I didn't.
Most days, I probably won't
because poetry is not about rhyming to me.
It's about writing what flows through my head
in whatever format
I
so
choose
with little regard to the rigid rules of writing such as punctuation or CapiTALizAtioN.
(But I won't go to such extents as e.e. cummings).
To me,
this
is poetry.

poem 4

"Freedom"

If two plus two equals four,
and two plus one equals three,
then what do you think is necessary
for me to equal free?
Jesus says to trust in Him,
and by extension, God, our Father.
There's nothing that I can do alone,
so I shouldn't even bother.

I feel free when I dance in the rain.
I feel no pressure, only joy, no pain.
(Except when I tear my feet
on the slippery, cold concrete.)
My Jesus has made me free from sin,
from punishment and my evil nature within.
I thank him each and every day
for the freedom I have to go His way.

poem 3

"Rain"

Rain can make people crazy:
It may cause them to run in circles in their house,
Or stare longingly out the window,
Or run around and dance like crazy until a car passes,
Or sing songs about rain at the top of their lungs,
Or read an entire book in one sitting,
Or sleep the whole day away,
Or huddle in a dark corner, scared of lightning and thunderstorms,
Or twirl their umbrellas happily whilst splashing in puddles.

poem 2

"Wiper"

Gentle sprinkling raindrops, falling so softly they are almost unnoticed
Slowly dot the windshield until they cover my vision with spattering tears.
One simple switch, click, click, sweeps the black arm across the glass.
Windshield wipers to my rescue.

100 poems, 100 days

or something like that
following in the footsteps of my dear friend Alyssa

(inspired from Not Quite What I Was Planning and I Can't Keep My Own Secrets from SMITH magazine)

Six-Word Memoirs

Born September 1991. Reborn August 1995.
Eighteen years old, don't feel adult.
Danced. Tried gymnastics. Quit. Danced again.
Took van full of friends Thursdays.
Top 10 even without really trying.
Had to make decisions. God helped.
Dancing through injury created vast appreciation.
Inspired. Desire to inspire. Not sure.
Truly, all we need is love.
Jesus died for my sins; thanks.
Singing and dancing go together naturally.
Not resenting being called the ballerina.
Parents still together; no drama here.
Sometimes wish life was a musical.
No desire for boyfriend. No worries.
Trying to show Christianity through love.
Texas or England = places for me.
Like to think I fit somewhere.
Believe in love in many places.
Senior year; won't succumb to senioritis.
Vacation with mom 'cause dad won't.
Have not rebelled. Don't intend to.
Just don't understand most teenage drama.
Read too many books to remember.
Writing my prayers helps me concentrate.
Tomboy qualities from having older brother.
Usually can't justify cost of movies.
Would rather be dancing in rain.
My iPod will probably surprise you.
Would rather take pictures than pose.
Thank you for my life, God.
Eyebrows threaded once. Not worth it.
Hip hop dancer. Surprised? I bet.
My only instrument is my voice.
Only a little OCD about life.
3.5 years of Spanish. No hablo.
Finds great reward in teaching preschoolers.
Not afraid to say "Love you."
Not easily embarrassed. Laugh at myself.
Not ashamed when with true friends.
Could live on Taco Bell. No, really.
Prefer used books. They're well loved.
Sarcastic. Sometimes too much. Sorry. Really.
Learned to type when brother did.
Named after Dad's brother. Kinzie = Kinsey.
(At least Ketcher's name is weirder.)
Believe everything happens for God's reasons.

Wouldn't want there to be another me.

This is easier than I thought.
Pick one. These are my life.