Archive for December, 2011

What is Love?

Posted: December 9, 2011 by travisplumley in TPlumley

What is love

When you no longer have it

When you are no longer able

to reach out and grab it

Longing for a certain someone

who’s hundreds  of miles away

Sometimes you sit wondering

to yourself, thinking that

maybe you should have stayed?

Hoping that you’ll have the chance

to be reunited once again

Or maybe just see them

Even if it’s just a passing glance

Sitting next to yourself

wondering if they’ll be alright

Staying up, thinking

hard and long

Being deprived of sleep

Almost every night

Short stuff.

Posted: December 9, 2011 by briannaadkins in BriannaA

It never fails. Everyday she is picked on and teased because she is short and skinny. She’s called shorty, short stuff, midget. She is underweight, so people think she’s anorexic. She’s mastered the ability to play it off, but it will always hurt just a little. From school to her home, she can’t escape. She’s nothing more than someone to pick on, right? Just someone to bother when you’re bored. And that’s okay. Because through this she grows stronger. She learned there’s so much more to people than what’s on the outside. Beauty lies beneath the surface. She’s learned who she is a person. So continue to try to tear me down, and I’ll continue to build myself back up.

I’m Old Greg

Posted: December 9, 2011 by travisplumley in TPlumley

Blood,

Sweat,

Spit,

Muscular bodies mangled together

Both trying to prevail over one another

Both fighters going in and out

bobbing and weaving

With an occaisonal

right hook here,

a left jab there

And it seems as if both fighters

pants are too big,

because they are fighting over a belt

When I was Young at Home

Posted: December 9, 2011 by alisonadkins in AllisonA

When I was young at home, I climbed the hillside with my sister and cousins.We tied a yellow rope to the lamppost so we could climb up and slide back down.There was no place on us that wasn’t covered with dirt.

When I was young at home, I spent my days building dams with my aunts and uncles. We looked for salamanders and craw dads to put in our bucket along the way. My parents told me not to get wet, and of course I got completely soaked.

When I was young at home, I rode a mattress around the garden knocking down grass. I played softball until dark with my family. The garden was where I learned how to ride a bike and fly a kite.

When I was young at home, I spent Sundays and Wednesdays at my church. One year I was Mary in the Christmas play and forgot baby Jesus in his manger. During Easter, I found brightly colored eggs scattered everywhere.

When I was young at home, I practically stayed on my Aunt Abby’s back porch. I helped build fires and roast marshmallows for Randy until he couldn’t eat any more. The back porch is where mom put band aids all over me and laughed when I came back for another.

When I was young at home, I sat and listened to my family talk and laugh all night. I never wanted to be anywhere else, for I was surrounded by the people I love the most and that was always enough.

Beach Time Mission – To Do List

Posted: December 9, 2011 by antoniahill15 in AntoniaH

Drive 8 hours to Myrtle Beach

Jam some music on the way there

Stop and get gas

Pack my things into the hotel

Take a walk on the beach

Go wade in the ocean

Lay out for a nice tan

Go back up to the room to get ready

Take a walk on broadway with all your friends

Meet new people

Go dance in Karma

Get shot hundreds of feet up in the air by the Sling Shot

Go shopping with all your friends

And take a late night swim at the hotel

Midnight walk on the shore

Return to bed

Nia, its time to get up. Your gonna be late for school

in the world today

Posted: December 9, 2011 by deidrabrowning in DeDeB

in the world today,there’s a baby crying,while someone else is falling in love.

somewhere in the worl,there’s a flower blooming,that’s when people believe all things are possiable

there’s an angel dancing on the fluffy,snow white clouds to watch over and to help that flower grow

In the world today someone has lost there life due to a very bad sickness

and,people just dont understand whay GOD has a time for everyone to go home

the power source is getting weaker and almost gone a little child suffer’s

in the cold, dark night

would anyone help him

somewher ei n the world that flower is bloomed and has made difference in someone world,and finally,they believe in thereselfs

Victory

Posted: December 9, 2011 by alisonadkins in AllisonA

The dirt is everywhere,
surrounding the mound where I stand.
The cheers and screams coming from the stand
slowly come to a stop.
I wind up and release
and the batters out.

Once again the crowd is screaming and cheering,
it’s hard to concentrate, but I manage.
One more out and we win.
The pressures on.
It’s time to pitch.

I wind up, the first pitch whirls toward the batter.
The smack of the ball hitting the gloves,
lets me know it’s a strike.
The next one,
a strike also.
The crowds on the edge of their seats,
place back by a disappointing ball.
Then, the ball hits the glove,
and we win the game.