Archive for January, 2008

Where I’m From…

Posted: January 31, 2008 by vmkimler in Virginia

Where I’m From

I am from the lizard

scampering on the back porch.

From the toad hopping sluggishly

in the cool grass of the front yard.

I am from Saturday morning cartoons

and buttery scrambled eggs and a jelly biscuit.

I am from weekends at Grandma’s

and the sugar cookies Grandpa and I made.

I am from beautiful Southern West Virginia

the only state that feels like home.

I am from the tilled dirt of the garden

and the pickle jar in the fridge.

I’m from hamburgers on the grill in the summer and

home-made vegetable soup in the winter.

I am from the pages of a sketchbook

and a tray of water color paint.

I’m from the shavings of an eraser

and a bar of dark blue clay.

I’m from the charcoal flames of a long, majestic dragon

and the shaded eyes of a furry, cunning fox.

I am from the gentle strokes of a paintbrush

and the lines of ashen graphite rain.

I am from a hard-working mother

and a father I lost long ago.

I’m from sharing a room with my brother

to a sister I don’t really know.

I’m from a lost history book

Whispers in the dark.

I’m from an origin of mystery

of words hardly spoken.

Time I told Myself

Posted: January 31, 2008 by lcbelcher in Lindsey

        I always try to tell myself that things I need to hear, but I can’t always do that and sometimes I don’t even know what I want to hear. It would be wonderful for somebody to tell me all the sweet things, to reassure me and my confidence, but there is no one and I understand that I can only really rely on myself. If I don’t believe that I’m lovely, smart, or whatever else, then I need to teach myself to believe these things, or to at least to make myself so that they are true. I don’t think that anyone can really tell us anything we wouldn’t really rather tell ourselves anyway.

I am not brave

Posted: January 31, 2008 by kaci333 in Kaci

I am not brave. I’ve never been strong. I let people break me and take what they want. One day, my biggest goal, I hope to say I’m unafraid and mean it. My parents sought to inspire fear. It worked. My peers sought to break me down. It worked. My life sought to crush me beneath the pressure. It worked. But, one day, I hope to say I’m unafraid and mean it. I hope to pick up another’s weight and carry it like I could never carry myself. After all, they need me more than I’ll ever admit that I need myself. My soul sought to destroy me. It worked. My mind sought to plague me. It worked. The world sought to bury me. It worked. But, one day, I hope to say I’m unafraid and mean it. That’s all I ever wanted, to say I’m unafraid for just one moment. Until then, I am not brave. Until then, I am not strong. Until then, I will cower with my hope as my only shelter against the monsters I try to fight, the monsters I created so long ago, the monsters that have been my companions for far too long. One day, I hope to say I’m unafraid and mean it, but as of this moment, this instant, this ever-lasting second, I am not brave.

So I cried

Posted: January 31, 2008 by vmkimler in Virginia

Dad

So I cried

Lost forever in this world

Why did you have to leave?

Why did you have to go?

You know I can’t make it in this world without you.

Why is the atmosphere suddenly cold?

The chill pulls at my heart,

And breaks it up inside.

I thought you’d live forever,

But I was wrong.

So I cried.

I feel empty now.

Nothing can fill that void.

What makes it worse.

Is that,

I never got to say goodbye,

So I’m lying here like a forgotten toy.

I wanted you to see me graduate.

I wanted you to see me grow

,But now you’re gone, and I’m all alone.

“Perk up,” I tell myself. “He’s still watching me now.”

I know you’re up there,

And I know you see me.

I hope that I make you proud.

Adolescence

Posted: January 31, 2008 by porter08 in Aaron

 “It will only come once, and soon the opportunities, the moments will all just be a slice of your past.” It is hard to believe, but yet it is so true that adolescence only comes once. Not just adolescence, but life in general will only come once as well. That is why we need to embrace everyday and every moment in a day, and live it like it will be our last.  Because there is no promise of tomorrow, and there is no guarantee that we will live to see the next day or even the next hour. Even the dull moments that seem to stretch to eternity and the sad moments should be cherished as well.  The mere fact that we can feel these emotions is a blessing.  So embrace every moment of our irresponsible adolescent lives, cause it will only come once and soon the opportunities, the moments, the dreams will all just be a slice of our past.  

So I cried

Posted: January 31, 2008 by lcbelcher in Lindsey

It seems that some days I can never cheer her up. It is depression? School? Family? Friends? I just want to see her happy; my best friend.Pessimistic maybe or just low-self esteem but she’s always so sad it seems to me.When she smiles, it’s like an angel sharing its light with the world.In that baby-doll face and those dark green eyes, mysteries lie within that smile.But she doesn’t. She doesn’t smile and she keeps crying, crying and I can’t help.So I cry too, because her misery and her silence tear at my heart.The only thing that could make me cry more Is if she smiled.

Preface & Heartsong

Posted: January 31, 2008 by Autumn in Autumn

If you can’t tell, I adore the beach. I’ve been dying to go back and relive last summer over and over again. It was the closest to a perfect summer I’ve yet to have, and the decidedly optimistic hope that this summer will be even better is very real to me. The biggest difference between the past and the future? I will walk on to the beach as a child for the final time, and I will leave the beach an adult. 

Standing still or changing
Waxing or waning
The only song—my dearest wish—I choose
     to listen to, to not ignore
(The breaking waves, the salty air
Piercing my eyes and lungs alike)
No other thrill will do for me
My heart belongs to the crashing sea
It so accepts, endears me to
A perfect, peaceful, pretty view
When I’m ashore—sand, setting sun
I feel as though I could stay
     for an eternity
          or two
Forget about my life away from the waves
Keep to myself—to the ocean, the sea
Alas, I leave with sighs and wistful looks
Time that once stopped is in motion again
To set a foot upon the sand is the greates joy I could presently feel–
To turn my back—it nearly kills