Archive for February, 2008


Posted: February 28, 2008 by kaci333 in Autumn, Uncategorized

Do you remember? I do.A day in November when my world crashed

When my world erupted in a ball of furious chaos

And you became my knight in shining armour

My family exploded in a hail of yelling voices

My mother was the cause yet again

I couldn’t breathe

And you saved me

We weren’t yet together

We hadn’t yet said “I love you”

But I knew you did

You loved me

I can’t remember the movie we saw

I can’t remember the people who passed or spoke

But I remember you

How you saved me

How you were there when it seemed darkest

Do you remember?

I do.

And I will for as long as time turns

My favorite memory

Posted: February 21, 2008 by eltee in Eltee

Do you remember?  I do.

It was August

The night was warm, and humid,

The front porch a dark, safe sanctuary

You sat in the rocker,

she on the bench

I rested on the top step 

legs stretched down

Elbows on knees

We forgot the wine in our glasses

As our laughter vibrated in the night. 

The light from living room windows gleamed mellow, and golden

Soft and warm over the scene

And flickering candles at the edge of the deck

Shadowed the rest of the earth

Until it seemed we three were cocooned

In the dark of our laughter’s safety at the heart of the Appalachians 

We talked of summers past

And winters

Of workAnd play

And future plans

We giggled

And made jokes

And wished on a shooting star. 

Do you remember?  I do.

It remains a stronger image

Than any memory I’ve ever pursued.   

Why did she do that?

Posted: February 20, 2008 by eltee in Eltee

She got married in spring because she wanted to be a June bride

She was carried over the threshold because that’s the tradition

She had her first child because she wanted 2.5

She talked to her mother on the phone every day because she was a dutiful daughter

She cooked supper, mopped floors, and scrubbed sinks because cleanliness is next to Godliness

She bought a dog because her son needed a pet

She had a daughter to complete the set

She drove a mini-van because all the soccer moms did

She left one morning in a driving rain and never came back

 I wonder why she did that? 

He Shaved His Head

Posted: February 20, 2008 by porter08 in Aaron

This piece of writing to me symbolizes individuality. I dont necessarily believe that “He” literally shaved his head. I believe that the author is conveying a sense of individuality through diversity. There is one thing that makes all of us unique in our own little way. Something that makes us stand out from the rest of the world. Something that makes who we are…who we are. Some may call you freaks, but who are we to judge what is normal? Who can even define normality? Sometimes our individualtity may anger somebody, but the tattoo on our shiny head is a statement of who we are.

Fifth grade softball

Posted: February 20, 2008 by vmkimler in Virginia

Fifth-grade softball

I signed up to play softball

I did it because I thought it would be fun

I did it because I needed something to do

I did it to prove that I could play at least one sport

I did it to try and fit in

I did it for someone else

I did it for the friends I didn’t have.

I showed that I could play, even if it wasn’t well

I showed that I was willing to open up

                To make friends

I showed my mom that I could be like her

                Make her proud of me


                I didn’t like it

Because I didn’t think it was fun

Because it took up time that I wanted to spend elsewhere

Because I couldn’t play as well as the others


                I did fit in

                I did it for the friends I made


                I guess along the way it got better.

                I guess I did it for myself…

She Tried

Posted: February 20, 2008 by lcbelcher in Lindsey

She tried dying her hair.

She tried contacts.

She tried fashionable clothing.

She tried to make perfect grades.She tried to make her parents happy.

She tried to have the perfect life.

The perfect façade.

She tried to fit in.  

But deep inside,

She really just wanted to try and be herself.

So, she tried to do just that instead.


Posted: February 20, 2008 by kaci333 in Kaci

“He did it because he was angry.” I had if he had the pressure too, the pressure to exceed their high expectations. I scream because I am angry, though my screams do not breech the limits of my mind. Limits. Yes, I have limits. Everyone does. Can’t my admittance of failure be enough? Enough. No, I’m never enough. The pressure keeps building within me, without me. One day, the two will meet and there will be nothing left of me. Nothing. Such a negative word. Well, it is in most cases, but right now, nothing is better than anything. Right now. What am I thinking right now? Do you know? Do I? Probably not. I try not to most of the time. Time. They say time is of the essence. Why? Is time everything? I don’t know. Does anyone? “He did it because he was angry.” I wonder if he had the pressure too, the pressure to exceed their high expectations.