Tuesday, September 14, 2010
A Reunion of Sadness
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Ironic: opposite of what is expected
It's ironic that the first night I actually go to bed early I end up staying up till midnight. To make a long story short, my mom and step dad were having some problems and she called the police. I always wanted something different to happen in my life to sort of mix up the ordinary routine, but having three men in uniforms in your house isn't always so fun. At least my mom let me skip school today to catch up on my homework and sleep.
Another ironic thing. Today would probably have been the only day in a while I would get either time to myself or, if my mom stayed home, at least alone time with her. Having seven younger siblings can be fun when playing games, but having seven younger siblings also means that there's seven other kids competing for two parents' attention. I was hoping that, when I found out my mom had stayed home, we would have some time together, but then I saw my step dad. Well, that's how it goes right? Thank you world I think I understand what ironic means now! I can say one thing, I will never again misinterpret a vocabulary word, I mean what if next time I get 'chaos' or even worse, 'annihilation?' I think I'll keep my dictionary close by.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Caught up in the Tornado
When your little your birthday is a big occasion but as you grow older you realize that life goes on. The end of the term is coming up and I have three big tests this week, on my birthday, it's just the way it works. Adults are always telling you to grow up, and in the end you don't really have a choice. You get caught up in the crowd pulling you along through life and your sort of forced to forget how it felt to be carefree. During the teen years you seem to be in between adulthood and childhood. I'm transitioning from having nothing to do but watch T.V. to having too much on my plate that I can't eat it all.
I have compared life to an airport. How much it can be like one! It is an organized chaos of people all pushing and bustling around to get somewhere. It's hardest when your one of the people without a real purpose yet, when your still trying to figure out where your headed. My best friend is moving an hour away. It doesn't seem too far but it is still really hard. Right now I feel like I'm caught in a never ending tornado that just keeps picking up more problems as it goes along. I feel like if it could just stop, for one day, I could get things in order. I wish life could just halt for a few hours so I could learn what it's like to do nothing again.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Blue Eyes
Blue eyes
By: Elizabeth Leatham
Dedicated to my great-grandmother Pala who
I was lucky enough to have as a part of my life.
What secrets do those blue eyes hide?
Tales of heartache, pain, and sacrifice.
A person hurting deep inside.
What secrets do those blue eyes hide?
What heart is that that feels for me?
A heart so true, of noble breed.
Loving, deep understanding.
What heart is that that feels for me?
What lips are those that call my name?
What secret prayers,
Said with no shame.
What lips are those that call my name?
What person is that who loves and longs?
Wisdom of years,
And courage so strong.
What person is that who loves and longs?
Why who can hold secrets behind such eyes?
She who will reveal the story’s behind.
What heart can love with such freedom?
The same who now dwells in God’s kingdom.
What lips can call so many names?
She who loves them all just the same.
Why what a person can love and long,
Is she who has an Angel’s song.
Come tales of heartache, pain, and sacrifice.
What secrets do those blue eyes hide?
Monday, July 27, 2009
Names
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Mother
I'll post them in time so that there is not an overwhelming amount of new text here.
This first one I wrote for my mother for mother's day.
This is dedicated to her.
Mother
By: Anne Ivy
A darkness deep,
Surrounds my child,
In restless sleep,
Lost and tired.
There is a light,
A beam of hope,
To give sight
To a world unknown.
A smile, a sigh
A lifelong friend.
A loving angel
I will send.
To bless, to help,
To save, to bring
All my children
Back to me.
Through lives trials
My children will fall
She is a soft pillow,
To catch them all.
She will never be
As any other.
My dear, lost child,
I send you a mother.
I am so grateful for all that my mother does for me. Every child deserves to have a mother, even when at times a teenager would wish they didn't, just ask the orphans or those who have lost mothers, I bet each one of them wishes they had one. This poem is written from God's point of view in case you were wondering.
Thanx to those who read my blog, I enjoy sharing with you.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Getting Somewhere
One passenger has awaited his flight his whole life. He arrives at the gate hours early and simply waits. Another passenger never really cared where he was going and made a last minute decision to board the plane. He arrive barely in time.
Now the third passenger flys standby. He arrived at the airport with only an idea of where he might be going, yet he might be the most prepared. He will go through the airport checking boards, making phone calls and gathering information before he selects his flight.
There is no telling which of the three will be more successful with the direction they've chosen. It might be the man who took all the classes to be on that flight, if he fails he has no other choice, or maybe it will be the one who didn't care about his class selections and simply picked a random place. Possibly it could be the man who took every class available to him. The man who, though he did not have a ticket upon entering the airport, took the most time in making a wise decision.
I do not know if or when I'll get married. I don't know which college I'm going to. I don't know which teachers I'll have next year or how they will affect later decisions. I do know that I am entering that airport. I only have a few small bags but I am ready to fill them with knowledge. I will travel through the halls for as long as it takes to find my place. I can use my talents to help influence my decisions so that one day I can walk up to a ticket agent and say, "I'm ready to board."