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Dear Math, Solve Your Own Problems

Posted: October 10, 2012 by briannaadkins in BriannaA

Every year it gets harder,

can’t understand a thing.

I could tell you about Newton’s laws,

talk about wars or the Holocaust for days.

I could write an essay with perfect grammar and sentence structure.

But don’t ask me to find the value of x, the circumference of a circle, or the cosine of 32

No matter how hard I try,

I just can’t seem to figure it out.

Realizations

Posted: October 10, 2012 by briannaadkins in BriannaA

Now that I’ve grown and moved away, I try to remember…

the house in Daytona, the ways I would light up when I saw his face,

Building sand castles at the beach and fishing in lakes.

The long drive back to West Virginia and the fun we had playing car games.

But I can’t seem to forget about going months without him and the day he left for good.

I guess he could come back now and try to repair the damage he’s done,

But it will never be the same.

Home

Posted: October 10, 2012 by briannaadkins in BriannaA

You will come to a quiet town

surrounded by trees that dance in the wind.

Every so often

you’ll see a small business hidden by the mountains.

Keep driving…

Passed the Chevron gas station, beyond the playground, and over the railroad tracks.

Find the blue building, the worn out “Colane” sign barely hanging on.

You will come across small houses, pastel in color.

The cracked sidewalk runs beside the metal fences, leading you to where

I call home.

Not Quite Actions Heroes

Posted: October 10, 2012 by briannaadkins in BriannaA

My brother and I had just finished watching the newest episode of Power Rangers, so we decided to re-enact the show in your yard. It was late on a summer day, but still light out. We jumped around, kicking and screaming, take it to our imaginary foe. We ran to the bridge behind our house; it lead over the creek and to our grandmother’s house. There would be the site for our next battle. Climbing over the side of the wooden bridge, I grasped onto the edges tightly, dangling over the creek water. Jeremy ran over, attempting to save me from the “evil doers,” when suddenly, my hands slipped from his, and I fell five feet down into the water below.

Mommy’s Never Win

Posted: October 10, 2012 by briannaadkins in BriannaA

I was never the one to simply take no for an answer. When mom said “no, you can’t go outside”, “no, you can’t have a snack before dinner“, or “no, you can’t play with my things“, I hoped onto our green sofa, jumping up and down and screaming at the top of my lugs. And on the days I didn’t feel like putting up much of a fight, I just went to daddy. After that, it was over. The princess always gets her way.

Separation

Posted: April 17, 2012 by briannaadkins in Abraham Lincoln -- A Life in Poems, BriannaA

Didn’t talk much after his mama died.

We had a few conversations here and there.

Said he felt like I was trappin’ him,

said he felt enslaved.

Took the first chance he could to leave,

and once he did,

I didn’t see my boy again.

FOOTNOTE: Abe didn’t get along with his father after the death of his mother. He felt like a slave in his home. At the age of twenty-two, Lincoln left home, never to be seen again by his father.

Conspiracy

Posted: April 17, 2012 by briannaadkins in Abraham Lincoln -- A Life in Poems, BriannaA

Wasn’t long ’til they caught him,

eleven days.

John Wilkes Boothe is his name.

They say he’s the one that shot the President..

him and eight others.

Said they thought they was helping the South.

Didn’t help me none.

FOOTNOTE: John Wilkes Boothe, the assassin of President Lincoln, was shot and killed eleven days after Lincoln died. Eight other conspirators were punished for their involvment.