Archive for September, 2009

Posted: September 25, 2009 by tylerbrownng in TylerB, Uncategorized

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

Posted: September 25, 2009 by csimpkins101 in CaraS

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

My Spcecial Most Sacred Place. By: Jessica Ball

Posted: September 25, 2009 by gamerqueenjessicab in JessicaB

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.

Tragic Changes by Cara Simpkins

Posted: September 25, 2009 by csimpkins101 in CaraS

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

I Am By Cara Simpkins

Posted: September 25, 2009 by csimpkins101 in Uncategorized

“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

You. By Jessica Ball

Posted: September 25, 2009 by gamerqueenjessicab in JessicaB

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.

Childhood is

Posted: September 9, 2009 by tylerbrownng in TylerB

Childhood is TB

Childhood is not getting up early

Childhood is shaking kids pop up

Childhood is driving a battery jeep

Childhood is getting a new G.I. Joe Man

Childhood is getting a Zebco 33 fishing rod

Childhood is going to Sunday school on Sunday mornings

Childhood is papaw teaching me to run the lawnmower

Childhood is going hunting with dad

Childhood is running to mom when scared

Childhood is shooting Dad with a B.B. Gun, and getting a lecture afterwards