Just Me, the Deer, and the Shot
Just Me, the Deer, and the Shot
It’s just me, the deer, and the shot
The deer may run
The wind may blow
The snow may be thick
But, I can still shoot
I’ve got five shells
No obstacles in my way
No snow in my scope
The deer haven’t saw me yet
No body scent blowing in the wind
It’s just me, the gun, and the shot
I slowly raise the gun
Flick the safety button off
Smell the warm, moist gunpowder
BULLSEYE
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Running In The Dark
Why
Is it always me
Who gets stuck in these
Situations I can’t find
Ammo or grenades monsters
Keep following and I
Can’t find my partner he’s
Probably doing better than
Me I think something brushed
My leg and I still have no
Ammo maybe this flash bang
Would work oh my gosh
It did legs move faster
Almost to the door the
Door slams shut behind
me and all I hear is
“Isn’t this one big family reunion?”
Why do I feel as if my nightmare has just begun?
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“Just Me, My Heart, and a Dream”
It’s just me, my heart, and a dream
friends have their doubts,
Family dreams otherwise
They all try to talk me out of it
But I don’t acknowledge them
I keep on believing
No doubts
No changes
No regrets
My mind is set, and my heart is pure
Just me. my heart, and a dream
I take off running
I stumble
I fall
LOVE
bY : CARA SIMPKINS
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Riley
Riley TMB 3
I asked you to go hunting
Because you were my papaw
I handed you your rifle,
But you just shook your head
I guess I just didn’t realize you weren’t able to go.
I ask if you wanted to ride the truck around the hills
You said, “Lets go”
Then I asked if it would be like this forever
You said, “No”
Then I started to cry
I didn’t want to lose you
But that day came anyway
And you just don’t know
How it would make me feel
Just to see you
One more time.
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Depression by Cara Simpkins
Depression
Comes quickly, drags by.
That is pretty much the way it works out for me.
One minute you are happy and smiling.
The next you are completely down and out.
Each moment that passes by,
Seems like you are desperate for a breath.
You cannot satisfy your hungry self.
It is all because of you O’ burdensome heartbreaker.
Woe you to have to see me this way.
So down and out.
These feelings I am having have a name.
The dreaded point in every teen’s life,
DEPRESSION
By Cara Simpkins 9.28.09
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Justin By Cara Simpkins 10.6.09
“Justin”
I tried to make you see.
But you just shut your eyes.
I gave you my whole heart.
But you just threw it back at me.
I offered you my whole world.
But you wouldn’t accept it.
I loved you like no one else could have.
But apparently it was not enough for you.
I put on happy face for you.
I offered you my happiness.
I tried to show that I loved you.
But there was no breaking through that thick wall surrounding that thing you call a heart.
So I cried.
And you didn’t seem to care.
I can only ask for one thing back.
Justin all I ask for is,
YOU
Cara Simpkins 10.6.09
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Lion Heart By Jessica B.
I have a heart that can be broken
So I’ll guard it like a precious jewel.
No one will get through my rock hard shell.
No one will shatter this jewel to pieces.
But then you come along and put on a charade.
You get my barriers down with cute little lines and I unfortunately fall.
Fall deep.
Fall hard.
Fall fast.
I thought I was smart when I gave you that heart-cut jewel.
You even put on a good act for three months.
And then you broke it.
Shattered it.
Destroyed it.
It felt like a knife had cut me as I stared at the pieces on the floor.
Then you walked away and I cried for awhile.
Not for you, but to myself for being so stupid as to trust you.
Now over 365 days have gone by and I finished repairing my jewel.
But one thing is missing.
The shard you took with you.
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“Stars” by:Cara Simpkins
Stars
I am a sparkle.
Who doesn’t shine all the time.
I rather shine when it is convenient to me.
I am happy and radiant.
Though to several they see me as sadness.
I twinkle in the darkest hour.
I disappear with the break of day.
I see things most will never see.
And marvel at things others see that I do not.
Don’t compare me to the bright blissfulness of the sun.
It is far too grand.
Don’t compare me to the bright blissfulness of the moon, that doesn’t shine so bright.
Yet both are still more marvelous than I.
I am not a cloud which drifts by and by.
I am but a star.
I have my time to shine.
And have my time to just disappear.
I may be small to the eye.
But to those who know me
I am grand.
Some think I serve no purpose.
But if they only knew what I were capable of,
They might think otherwise
Though I sometimes stop shining in the morning hours.
There will be other days.
Other days when it’s not so much my time to twinkle.
It is my time to shine!
-Cara Simpkins 10.1.09
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Pine
A Pine TMB
I am a pine
I stand tall and firm
No matter how much wind
I am made of tough bark on the outside
hard, sticky wood on the inside
I am stronger than most other trees around me
Unlike a willow,
I don’t bend and let others topple over me
As I become older
I only become stronger
Unlike others
who become brittle
and uproot with the slightest breeze
Mother Nature doesn’t get me down
I stay green and active
no matter the season
All of my neighbors become dormant
lifeless with no activity
I stay bright and strong all year
Even the wildlife found out I am no Hickory
squirrels get gummed up as they try to get my pine cones
deer, bear, and coyote get poked and jabbed by my long and sharp spurs
They can’t live off of me
like they can a walnut or beach tree.
I have no food to offer them.
That is why I am always green and strong
all year round.
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November 23 TMB
First morning of rifle season
alarm blaring, 4:15 a.m.
at the house deep in the Mongalia National Forest
Bacon and eggs frying
coffee in hand
Dad and the guys still asleep
getting up soon after
Forks and knives scraping plates
The Andy Griffith Show blaring in the living room
Setting down to get another moment of rest
While everybody is donning camo and orange vests
Loading the 30-06 deer rifle
Boots waiting at the door
Outside bundled up
five degree wind-chill
Trekking deeper into the mountains
each passing moment
All just before sunrise
All just before sunrise
Each passing moment
Trekking deeper into the mountains
Five degree wind-chill
Outside bundled up
Boots waiting at the door
Loading the 30-06 deer rifle
While everyone dons camo and orange vests
Setting down to get another moment of rest
The Andy Griffith Show blaring in the living room
Forks and knives scraping plates
Getting up soon after
Dad and the guys still asleep
Coffee in hand
Bacon and eggs frying
At the house deep in the Mongalia National Forest
Alarm blaring 4:15 a.m.
First morning of rifle season
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Home..3:50 pm, By Cara Simpkins
HOME 3:50 PM
Afternoon is excitement, long awaited enthusiasm
My mom’s tender voice my dad’s blunt reassurance
The laughter of my two sisters (who care more than any)
A zero percent stress level, Soothing even to the most bitterness.
The sound of the gravel as we pull into the driveway
The opening if that white steel door
To the happiness that would feel my heart in seconds
Loveliness to the scent of moms clean house
I’d waited so intently to encounter.
-Cara Simpkins 9.17.09
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My Spcecial Most Sacred Place. By: Jessica Ball
In mornings
You’ll find me there
Groaning as I’m made to get up.
In evenings
You’ll see me there
Laughing at every little thing.
Sometimes, you’ll see me there in the middle of the day.
Just laying and sleeping
Resting my sick head.
This place is my room
And to me it’s neat.
It has all the little secrets I like to keep.
If the walls could talk
They would tell you a tale
About all the things that go on in my lair.
From sitting and laughing
Jumping and cheering
Crying and yelling
To being startled and screaming.
So many emotions lie trapped in four walls.
A skeleton or two remain locked in the closet.
Ten years of memories stay shut up tight
In case I want to remember the good
The bad
And the extremely ugly.
But no matter what
I think it’s plain to see.
My room is the most special sacred place
To me.
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Tragic Changes by Cara Simpkins
Someone who was there
Now seems so far away.
Though they might be right beside me I feel like their miles away.
I believed in my heart I may have finally found love.
But that live soon turns into hate.
I told them my whole heart.
I knew the only way to describe what we had was happiness.
Then in the midnight hour,
Everything began to change.
I can no longer trust him.
He and I can no longer bear to hear each other’s names.
It breaks my heart to know that someone I once held so close.
He is now slowly slipping away.
Sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever find that kind of happiness again.
I have benefitted one thing out of this heart breaking experience that I will hide in my heart forever.
When you think you love someone, give yourself time to know for sure,
If you are going to be left heart broke in the end just like I was.
I will probably never understand how or even why this happened,
But I do know one thing for sure, and that is that the love I felt for him,
Was so strong that I will never love anyone else the way I loved him.
-Cara Simpkins 9/25/2009
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I Am By Cara Simpkins
“I Am
I am stressful and talkative
I wonder what people will say when they see Jesus face to face
I hear voices telling me right from wrong
I see a peaceful place in my mind
I want to see everyone happy and carefree
I am stressful and talkative.
I pretend to fulfill my wildest dreams
I feel the weight of the world on my shoulders
I touch the hearts of everyone who is hurting
I worry whether I make the right decisions
I cry when I fail at something I tried so hard at
I am stressful and talkative
I understand how people let things get to them
I say everyone should know the love of Jesus
I dream to always of a good relationship with my parents as I do now
I try to go that extra mile for everything
I hope to someday find a TRUE friend
I am Me.
-Cara Simpkins 9.17.09
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You. By Jessica Ball
Remember when you were five years old and everything in the world seemed like rainbows and lollipops?
When you could come home and be greeted by a loving Mom and a tired Dad when he got home from work.
You and your mother would play for hours
Just sitting and laughing
And as you grew older and bigger she taught you life lessons, like she’s supposed to.
Then you turned thirteen and your rainbow world fell apart.
You went to sleep like any other night and woke up to Dad telling you she had gone out the door.
You cried for awhile along with your dad and soon tried to find the strength to dry those tears, more for him than for yourself.
As time went on, she tried to talk to you and make you understand and with each passing conversation you finally got to the point where you couldn’t say, “I love you too.”
Now here you are at sixteen, a smiling teen who puts it all in the back of her mind.
You try to be the best daughter you can be to a father who has tried and failed to be both.
And every time you feel like you feel like giving up, you think of the day she left and find the strength to keep going.
Because you know that you don’t want to leave something you love or cherish deeply behind.
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