Poetry

All My Tears (JoC)

2011-06-21T12:17:00.000-07:00

You can listen to the song here.

When I go, don't cry for me
In my Father's arms I'll be
The wounds this world left on my soul
Will all be healed and I'll be whole.
Sun and moon will be replaced
With the light of Jesus' face
And I will not be ashamed
For my Savior knows my name.

It don't matter where you bury me,
I'll be home and I'll be free.
It don't matter where I lay,
All my tears be washed away.

Gold and silver blind the eye
Temporary riches lie
Come and eat from heaven's store,
Come and drink, and thirst no more

It don't matter where you bury me
I'll be home and I'll be free
It don't matter where I lay
All my tears be washed away

So, weep not for me my friends,
When my time below does end
For my life belongs to Him
Who will raise the dead again.

It don't matter where you bury me,
I'll be home and I'll be free.
It don't matter where I lay,
All my tears be washed away.

Rummaging through my old notebook today...

2010-10-22T11:54:00.000-07:00

I was just looking through my notebook in which I've written all kinda of random lines and quotes that I've come up with over time. I thought I might take a few of the lines I'd come up with and try to fit them together somehow. This is what I came up with. It's short, but read it anyway, would you? ;)

Beautiful designs blind us to their tyranny
How deeply rooted are these things in me?
How slow to move, yet quick to take!
Oh good Lord, I don't know who else to thank.
Oh, my Lord, you save my fate.

And next time... something more lighthearted. Maybe.

This Love

2010-08-05T19:18:00.001-07:00

YES, this is a love poem haha! I wrote it during school a while back and I thought, what the heck, there aren't really any lovey dovey poems on this blog, so I thought I might as well share and see what you guys say.
I must warn you, it's very sappy, and I've had a varied responses in the past. Just tell me what you think...

________________

As promising as the light peaking over the mountains in the break of dawn
or as truly as you live
As assuredly as the wind blows through sailboat's sails,
or the rain falls down.
As sincere as a kiss,
or as gentle as a lamb,
As bright as the twinkling stars on a warm night...
or as vivid as an apple tree in a field all around.
As pure as a falling brook,
or as soft as warm sand between your toes,
As magnificent as a rainbow over the world
or as innocently as a new born child in a world of woes.
As honest as your eyes
or as breath-taking as a thousand voices in one
as destined as the passing of a full life
And as eternal as the world revolves around the sun

My Love blossoms sweet and delicate
Your own love so serene
I surrender to this Love.

The Boy With The Guitar

2010-07-30T20:28:00.000-07:00

There once was a small town called Tomdiddloo,
It had a cobbler who liked to make shoes
A cow in the yard who liked to say “moo,”
And a boy with a cold who said only, “achoo.”

Above all of these people sat the king on his throne,
Eating an apple that the farmer did own,
Ordering hats for his people to wear
On top of their heads full of red fluffy hair.

But the prince of the people, he did not care
About all the hats to fit over his hair.
Instead he sat under a large green oak
Playing a tune, sitting on top of his cloak.

And when he was not sitting under his tree,
He carried his lutes on his back happily
And wondered through town without even a word
To anyone, not even the birds.

But the king was angry that the boy had no hat
And got in his cart to do a thing about that.
He found the boy with the lute in his hands
Took it from him and threw it out of the land.

And instead of the lute, a hat the boy now had
But now the poor boy, he now felt very sad.
He wondered through the silly little town
And watched the monkeys play on the trees up-side-down.

The king saw how the boy's sadness grew
The boy’s love for the lute, the king never knew.
Now the king saw how the boy's hat did droop
So the king sent some spies to around the boy snoop.

And the spies, what they saw, it was quite a sad thing.
The boy sat alone and to a tune he did sing
All by himself with not a lute to pluck,
He felt all alone and dreadfully stuck.

The king felt sorry for the young lad
And was sad that he made the young boy feel so bad,
So the king gave the boy new lutes to pluck
And the boy rejoiced that he was no longer stuck.

The boy then began playing a new tune for them all
Everyone gathered ‘round, both the big and the small,
A small one began to do a little jig
Soon everyone joined, even those who were big.

And so that’s how it happened in Tomdiddloo,
To even a cobbler who liked to make shoes
And the cow in the yard who liked to say “moo,”
And the boy with a cold who said only, “achoo.”

They all, from then on, liked to dance all day long
With the boy with the lutes who played them a song
And their hats they all threw far across the land
And instead the whole town became one big band.

This is something I wrote almost 2 years ago in Creative Writing class. Has a strong Dr.Seuss vibe to it. :)

Camping

2010-07-17T16:36:00.000-07:00

charred embers glow
as my thoughts slow
firelight flickers
I feel peaceful
tires the truck under
and distant gentle thunder
the boats rumble
under loads grumble
I must have fell asleep

A little something I found while cleaning up old junk of mine. Seemed halfway decent, so I thought I'd give this blog a poke. I guess it already is sort of coming back alive, though (yay!).

Claire

2010-07-07T23:17:00.001-07:00

By Joella Deal and Ashley Parker

My Dearest Claire,

I don’t care

So there

You are square

I’m gonna pull out your hair

And then you will swear

About your underwear!

It’s my snare

You think you’re a teddy bear

But you’re just a mare

it’s only fair

Because you lost a dare

And it’s more than you can bear.

This vice we share

You’re the perfect pair

For a little chair.

Welcome to my lair.

There there.

Don’t despair,

They won’t leave you there

In my care.

Your head is full of air.

I am your worst nightmare....

A dream of you is rare

So find something to wear

Without a tear.

So I send my glare

And watch your nose flair.

The end is ne’er.

Like A Book Left Untranslated

2010-07-07T18:56:00.000-07:00

This is something I wrote a while back. It has music and everything. :D

Like a Book Left Untranslated

We spend time  plowing empty fields
We wait but we find nothing, it's too late in  the year
All our efforts left in vain again
We shouldn't have  expected so much, some people just don't change

It's a life I'd  leave behind
It's a life I'd leave behind
Next time I get the  chance,
It's a life I'll leave behind

It's like a book left  untranslated
We can't read it, we don't know what it stated
I'd  get my point across if we could speak the same language

It's a  humbling place to be
When you observe your situation
Like the  Book... if left untranslated

You are left untraslated

It's a  life I'd leave behind
It's a life I'd leave behind
Next time I get  the chance,
It's a life I'll leave behind

No quiet time I find

God help me, 
It's  a life I'd leave behind

Something I Wrote One Night

2010-06-16T20:22:00.000-07:00

It seems a bit... intense. Anyway, I'd like some feedback. Also, Cherise's post below doesn't have many comments yet, and I know she'd also appreciate feedback. So comment on it or else. ;)

Yelling "Humility!" At The Gates

Prepare against those menaces of men
When they reap what they've sown, they'll think again
In the end, it was worth it, it drew me to You
But that menace, it's not what he intended me to do

We don't do things out of sympathy
but he cries, he yells, "don't forget about me."
Go ahead, announce humility at the gates
I don't want you to know, but I spoke against your case

It was the moment, when I figured out "why suicide"
Those things you did, they opened my eyes
Before, I couldn't figure deep hurts out
Until the dreadful day I found I had them myself

We can't help but look back and grimace at hard times
They make us more grateful, compassionate, wise
The good Lord, I know He will see us through
God, grant us peace, keep our eyes on only You

This Passion

2010-06-15T21:30:00.000-07:00

This poem came to after a very nerve-wracking master choir audition... I could focus on nothing but writing out my feelings afterwards. Hope you enjoy it.

This Passion

To fight the obvious weakness that makes vulnerable our stature
Falling short, being held back from the intent of our nature
Our hearts tell us yes, yet our minds are our failure
We strive to succeed, so as to pacify our hunger

Oh, when will this battle cease to be evident?
When will the passion pour out like its meant

I can't hold back the feelings inside,
But why when I need to show feeling, my feelings hide?

My heart trembles, the unity of my being trembles
Shall I just hide from it? It's so incredibly difficult
Yet every moment that passes, every moment that will bless
Is worth to give all, everything to this passion, that I posses.

-Cherise Vick

the killer

2008-12-19T18:10:00.001-08:00

I am the killer
you are the dying
when I fall
none will rise
hope is hard
despair is easy
life is bitter
sleep is sweet
close your eyes
there can be no more

Yes, I know, short and lazy, but I felt like posting it. Plus, this blog is dying… sadly.

Everything Was Perfect

2008-10-04T18:03:00.001-07:00

the light lingered in the sky
hearts broken differ
there was a glitter in your eyes
but tonight we feel all the same
wistful, holding this moment
feeling unable, more than a bit frail
everything was perfect
like something relentless
something that's endless
now they all tell me
there's no going back
twas the brink of disaster
but I believe in that moment
now share it with me
hold my hand, because
everything was perfect

inspirational tune: Rise from the Ashes
inspirational day: October 2nd, 2008

LOVE

2008-06-06T17:51:00.000-07:00

I was thinking of several particular people when I wrote this late night.. My peers, guys and girls. Each stanza was written for someone I love. But there's room for all of humanity in this composition. If you feel your name could fit in any part of this (and it can because Love believe's you are worth it)..please comment. That would be mega encouraging. :) Sorry this had to be such a personal little poem..but I thought, hey, what the heck, shoot for it! :)

A song to sketch reflects the heart.

A burden lifted, a vent well spoken.

Beauty for ashes, as redeeming art;

is a gift to cope when the heart is broken.

A song to sing may love seek..it ended with guns..

When love is gone; from memories to run.

When fear's eye's will not allow you to speak;

You feel you died with him..Sleep deprived, till the rising sun.

A song to write, wherefore such passions spring?

Consumed by Loves comforting peace.

Concealed warm under Love's strong wing;

Submission, from fear provides my lease.

Hear this now, you children, hopeless, poets of old,

Understand young men, warriors of the lot,

LOVE IS ALIVE. IT CANNOT GROW COLD.

Love will be found, you have been sought.

Single young woman, no man by your side:

though there's no man, you have nothing to fear;

You will be safe, when with Love you reside.

Love will protect you, when to Love's heart you are near.

Single young man, false smile and secrets to hide:

You're buried under pressure, to you fame has lied.

With your strong arms demolish that gun..

Don't give up on life, for you Love DIED.

Love has cherished your heart, seen to your needs.

Speak often with Love, and to Love be true;

Give love your pain, You don't have to bleed..

For Love took your memories..Love Bled For You.

"By His wounds we are healed." Do you see it???

"To hang between two thieves in the darkness..love must believe you are worth it."- Nicole Nordeman

Love,

Ash

Independence Revisited

2008-05-26T20:21:00.000-07:00

Okay, here's one I wrote last school year for Advanced Composition class.

Independence Revisited

The sun burns down hot
sizzling yesterdays rain on the sidewalk
the crowds swat at the droning flies
but at a boom, all turn eyes
the drummers give a crisp whack
and nothing seems to lack
the infantry men salute with a snap
as people begin to clap
All jump and cry
"It's the Fourth of July!"
The hubbub goes on
even to bursting to song
until the night
then what a sight
the fireworks crash
the crackers clash
after is the loudest rally
the big finale!

2008-04-27T17:22:00.000-07:00

Ok, I have a first version of that poem nailed out. Not the best, but oh well. Furthermore, it's a bit of a downer, but the poems have been a bit dark recently, so I hope you like it.

Red is my ruling reign
felling trees and blood ran free
gore and pillage are my train
there could be no end to tyranny

I saw empires built
witness of great prosperity
I saw the bricks and the silt
happiness and blessing

I have watched since the beginning
No man can escape me
those losing and those winning
I am time

And, this is my first post here. What was Cherise thinking? Inviting someone she's never met before to her blog? Seriously...

2008-04-12T16:43:00.000-07:00

Here is another poem like "My life being blind" this person is Paralyzed. Tell me what you think.

Paralyzed ~ Cherise Vick

I hear music,
Yet I cannot dance.
I am joyful,
Yet I cannot laugh.
I am sad,
Yet I my not cry.
When I wish to walk,
I can only sigh.

I am paralyzed.

My life goes before me,
Day by day,
But as for me,
The same way I stay.
I wish if only
I could walk
And if not that,
Just merrily talk!

Oh how I wish to be like the others...
Just to walk, and talk and sing,
Or maybe have a chance at life;
Make a human from this being.

People staring
I cannot stand,
Yet what can I do?
I can't.
Oh, it's so not right!
It's so unfair!
To be different is to be
From peoples care.

Yet one thing I know,
Is that my life so little it is,
Is worth living,
Because Jesus died for my sins.

Sick - Cherise

2008-02-06T21:45:00.000-08:00

Hey I feel so yucky and sick right now so this is basically what is going on with me. (took me about 7 minutes (With nose-blow brakes)
Please pray that I get better! I hate being so sick. =S

__________

Sick - Cherise

I try to swallow
It hurts so bad
That I feel like I'm swallowing rocks
So big and fat.

I try to breath
but my nose is plugged
it feels as if
its red and hot

I try to think
But my brain feels fried
it feels like
every brain cell died

I try to talk
But I start coughing like a seal
It doesn't help
The sore throat I feel.

My head is a mess
I feel so bewildered
All sick is this head
While I wait for it to get better.

All day and all night
I fight the fate that has come
All day and all night
I work till it's gone.

When will I recuperate?
When will it leave?
I just want it gone
I want to be sick free!

Healed Through Him

2008-01-14T07:02:00.000-08:00

Here is a poem that I wrote with help from daisy girl. (btw daisy, I made a few small changes, but you helped a lot! Thanks!)

In my heart I hold many things,
love, joy, peace and faith.
But deeper into my heart I can see
I hole of hate and doubt,
My heart burning with fury and rage.
As the flame spreads though my heart,
I reach out and feel my pulse,
And I feel that my heart is still beating.
I know deep inside,
That I must extinguish the flame
Before it takes over my life,
before my love is gone.
But I am too weak to do it alone,
So I stretch my hands toward the heavens,
I close my eyes and bow my head low,
when I feel a hand touching mine.
Together we breathe in,
And together we blow.
The fire disappears
I can now breath again
And my love flows
Through out my body
I am saved
I am healed through Him.

2008-01-10T16:40:00.000-08:00

So... is it just me, or does it seem like a lot of poets rewrite the love poems? I mean "love is this, love is that." Well it sure did seem like it to me so I thought maybe I should try doing that too. So here's my poem about love.

Love ~ Cherise

Love is the stuff
That gives you wings
Is the greatest joy
About all things
Loves gives you reason
To even exist
Love never fails
But always persists
Love is honest
From beginning to end
Love always cares
For a hurting friend
Love is the sticky stuff
That holds us together
Love is goodness
From one to another
Love is hope
Love is our hope
In disguise
Love wipes tears
From our eyes
Love is a treasure keepsake
To all who feel it
No on can ever take, buy or steal it
Loves is faith
In a heart warming way
Love is immediate
Love never fades.

2007-11-26T17:12:00.000-08:00

My poem I made jussstttt now. OK. Here you are.

Bullied by you - Cherise

Harsh whispers
I'm in denial
Give me the feeling
I'm a stupid child
Destroyed by the sayings
Angry at my tears.
In the school hallways
Overwhelmed with fear,
Push me
Tease me
So that all will stare.
"Schools that don't have rules"
I seemed to pity myself.
Who knew the lonely pain
That I felt?
If only peoples eyes
Would open and see
Teasing changes lives
Just like it did to me.
All these good qualities
In one single line
Yet it did not change
The cruelty of their minds.
I hope and pray
That one day
Our nation will realize
The exact horribleness of bullying
And stop the cries
That devours our precious lives.

"Thanksgiving is finally here..."

2007-11-22T16:26:00.000-08:00

It was saved as draft........

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Jingle, jingle silver bells,
no more running down school halls.
School is out for the holidays,
no more homework,
no more worries,
all these groceries to the house we carry.
Pumpkin pie,
some eggnog too,
and a little card from me to you.
Happy smiles,
please stay for a while.
"Nice to meet you, Miss Gold,
are your cheeks always red like that,
or are you just cold?"
Funny laughs
as friends share secrets,
and giving them gifts
of little trinkets.
Half unbelieving
that Thanksgiving is finally here
Thank you, God
For a day with all good near.

A poem about "my life"

2007-10-06T21:37:00.000-07:00

Daisy here...
This is a poem about how someone saved my life when I was five years old.
Here it is:

Moving to the mountains where the wind blows hard
Cold as Alaska, where the white spreads far

The dog was a beauty, black and silver
He said he'd sell, so we went over.
As we looked at the dog I decided to go
With Andrew and Josiah, sneaking around the home.

Out in the back, where a trampoline was set
A hot tub my eyes looked and met.
With a cover floating on top,
I thought it was a trampoline too,
But eventually, I found out it wasn't entirely true...
Screaming for my brothers to come watch me jump,
I tried to stand on the edge, and land on my rump.

Brothers and my parents now saw me and called, "stop!"
Too late, I was in, completely in shock.

I held my eyes closed tight
The water was deep
My hand that wasn't plugging my nose,
I held high.
My brothers tried to run and get me first
Pulled me up and let me down, only making things worse.
The owner of our dog got up and ran,
"Get out of the way! I'll give her my hand!"
...While underneath I was running out of time,
If he didn't get me out soon,
I'd drown and die.

Hope and excitement changed my mind,
A hand plunged down to grab mine.
It fished around for 5 seconds or or 9
As he pulled me up,
Very gentle and kind.

As I reached the top,
I thanked him for the help
He nodded and grabbed a towel
And I started drying myself.

If it wasn't for him I don't know what would have happened
Perhaps I wouldn't be here, maybe I would have been badly injured.

I thank God that I could experience such,
To show his love, it seems like so much!
Yet all I had to do was have faith and believe...
It's like we're lacking that now, don't you see?

_______________

I'll edit it later. But anyway I wrote that in like 20mins.

Loves4eva,

Daisy

Washed in His blood

2007-10-03T16:34:00.000-07:00

Hi! (This is Ashes.)
I remember sitting in chapel at school one day as a teacher, Mr. MArtin, gave this story about his daughter (We'll call her Molly). They were walking down a hill one day. Mr. Martin said, "Molly, hold my hand." She said "no". Again he persisted "Molly, HOLD MY HAND." But Molly wanted to be independant and strayed from her father. "Molly", her father urged, "HOLD MY HAND." After one last resounding "no", Molly ran into a tree.
This was a very humorous story at first, it had us all chuckling.
I went home and thought about it in a more serious tone. I thought about it's spiritual signifigance we had talked about. The consequences we suffer when we stray from the Father. His faithfulness all the while.
I portrayed my thoughts the only way I know how: On paper. Here it is:

I was walking with my Lord one day
And from His hand I took mine away
He asked me with Him to stay
But I thought I would do what I may.

I went astray and thought of me
It was then I ran into the tree.
I fell and top the Lord for help I cried
And my request for grace, He never denied.

He picked me up
Healed every part
IT was then I saw
That in my straying, I lost my heart

I looked to the ground
And there I found
The pieces scattered everywhere

Then my Lord, so faithful and true
Bent down to see what He could do
The edges sharp
He picked them up

As He bled
He put them into a cup
The pices of my heart were dirty
Tears came like a flood

My Lord held out His hands and said
"Here. I will wash them in My blood."

So yeah, It was kinda interesting to see what came of that. I hope it is clear what it is saying;)
Ashes

Spring

2007-09-26T18:21:00.000-07:00

It's okay. I just made it up on Blogger.

This one is about spring

Spring ~ Cherise Vick

Sun rising
With clouds below
Wind going, through the trees does it flow
The meadows are green
With melting snow
It's spring time now.
In this peaceful place
Colors and rain on my face
Clear, clear skies await to take place.
The cold weather is starting to heat
Our frozen fingers and our feet.
'Till Spring came to us and made us smile
Because of our instinct
Hope of another year.
The Winter is almost gone
The birds come out to sing
All sorts of tiny tweeties
For the promise of Spring.

TWO poems! Poetry ~ Cherise Vick And a poem for the blind, My Life Being Blind ~ Cherise Vick

2007-08-31T18:26:00.000-07:00

Well, sense these aren't necessarily my best poems, I'm putting 2 up instead of only one this time.
Enjoy!

Poetry ~ Cherise Vick

Beautiful poetry is the song of my heart
It's what I've longed for from the start
The whispering tone
The beauty, the grace
It's what each day lights up my face.
The sun shinning
Makes me want to sing
A poem in a joyful melody.
When the sun rises I look at the colors
And see how it stands out from all the others
The source comes from above
Where God gives to us his love
It all reminds me
To be happy
For the beautiful poetry, never ending.

_____________________

And, of course I'm not blind, but I wrote this as if I am someone else. So read this as if your reading it from an actual blind person. (Course they can't write, but hey!)

My Life Being Blind ~ Cherise Vick

Sun on my face
Something lush under my feet
What would it be like if I could see?
Something in the garden on the end of a stick
All velvety and feels good to my skin
A wonderful oder fills the air
I can smell but I cannot see what is there
If only I could see
It's just not fair
Inside this darkness
I long to see color
The sun in the sky
Or the velvety flower
When my friends tell me of something wonderful
I can only imagine what color it would be
But hearing sounds
And touching things
May just be enough for me.

Winter - Cherise

2007-08-06T19:38:00.000-07:00

This is another poem I made just like, 45 minutes ago.
It's so awesome that I can just sit down now, and pick a toppic and ryme the words. It's simply AWESOME.
Please comment and if you wanna see my other one, and havn't yet, go to the post below this one.

And by the way, from now on, I'm only posting the poems that I have made. You won't be disapointed...Enjoy!
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Winter time is bright and white
Friends and loved ones gather to share the spot-light
Kitchens smell good with hot pumpkin pie
A crowd of people at a stop light
Little kittens white and fluffy
Part of God's love and creations
So gather and look
while you still have time on this earth
Candles and pictures sitting on a hearth
Warm touches and warm smiles
Bring God's creation
To a pause
Winter is truly a Lively season
And brings us Joy, Love, and feeling

Friends Without Flaws - Cherise

2007-08-01T09:48:00.000-07:00

This is a poem I made about two days ago (July 28Th.) Hope you enjoy it, Jo and Lanna.

It's kind of short, but it's touching. --And here's a picture of me. It kind of looks like im reading it lol.

Never mind that we live far

Our hearts, our minds are together without flaw

Together we make our life better

Just by staying close and trusting each other

When friends are gone, family is dead

I know you will stay within the sound

Of where my heart-beats found

Because that's what a true friend

And something more

Is simply all about

Author - Cherise Vick

2007-03-14T16:44:00.001-07:00

~Pizza! said the lady with the alligator purse~

Mrs Nancy had a baby
His name was tiny Tim
She put him in a bath tub
To see if he could swim
He drank up all the water
He ate up all the soap
He tried to eat the bath tub
But it wouldn't go down his throat
Mrs Nancy called the Doctor
Mrs Nancy called the Nurse
Mrs Nancy called the lady with the alligator purse
In came the Doctor
In came the Nurse
In came the lady with the alligator purse
Mumps! said the Doctor
Measles! said the nurse
Nonsense! said the lady with the alligator purse
Medicine! said the Doctor
Castro oil! said the nurse
Pizza! said the lady with the alligator purse
Out went the Doctor
Out went the Nurse
Out went the lady with the alligator purse

Author: Anonymous

ANGELS NOT ANGELS

2007-03-14T16:22:00.000-07:00

I don't understand more's the pity
Why girls who Tetroc are so pretty
So many flowers in this big city
Fuelling the dreams of a Walter Mitty

With such a thesis there is no wrangle
Their hysteresis a strong heart would melt
Most possess the clarity of Angle Genetically
crossed with the delicate Celt
I digress but a matter of fact St Augustine himself quipped about that Highly doubtful if England turned Christian
If beautiful girls in his eye were not glistening
So do I dream also by angels surrounded?
Dancing and smiling with their dazzling lights
Or have I died? The last trump has sounded
But only in heaven for just
Tuesday nights

Author: Geoff

2007-01-20T15:13:00.000-08:00

CHAPTER 3

What happened to Jake?

Next morning was Sunday; it was 9:00 am. Josh woke up, got dressed, and went over to Jo’s house, knocked on the door. Jo’s dad answered.
“Oh, Hello, Josh.” He said. “Come in.”
“Thank you.” He said.
Just then Jo walked into the dinning room were Josh and Jo’s dad was.
“Oh Hi Josh.” Jo said. “Want to go skateboarding in our driveway after I eat breakfast?”
“Well, okay.” Said Josh.
“Have you eaten yet?” Jo asked.
“No.”
“Well, here, get your self a plate and have some waffles.”
“Oh it’s okay.” Josh answered him.
“Come on, I don’t expect you to stand there the whole time while I eat.”
“Okay.” Said Josh with a smile heading to the cupboard that was in the room next to the room he was in.
Both had breakfast and cleared the table and washed the dishes. Then they both went outside. Josh ran to his house to get his skateboard. When Josh got back, they started to skateboard around in Jo’s driveway.
As they were skating, they noticed that the house, which Jake lived in, was strangely quiet, and they and their car was gone.
“What do you think happened to Jake?” Jo said half to himself and half to Josh.
“Well, I think he went home.” Said Josh.
“But what if he------.” And Josh interrupted with,
“Nothing happened to him or we would have heard something about it.”
“Yeah, I guess your right.”
But all that day, and even all that week, neither of the boys had heard or seen Jake or his family. So what they did was next time they went to school, they asked one of Jakes friends if he knew what happened. Luckily, he said, that Jake had to have brain surgery because some how he busted his head open and was rushed to the hospital immediately; he couldn’t say what happened to him, he couldn’t talk.
“Poor guy,” Jo said, “He probably disconnected his talking thingymabobber.

Four months later Jake had finally recovered, and was taken back to his home across the street from Josh and Jo.
Jake was never the same. He was always afraid of the dark.
But Josh, Jo and Jake never met after dark again, and especially by any oak trees.

2007-01-17T07:13:00.000-08:00

More poem stuff

EVERYTHING

As I awoke to the beginning of a brand new day,
It seemed like waves of trials kept coming my way.
Problem after problem was all I could see,
I cried out, "Lord, what is it you want from me?"

The answer that came from the One Most High,
Was nothing but a very simple reply,
It was one unexpected, but yet rang so true,
It's something He desires from me and from you.

He said, "EVERYTHING"

I want you to know Me as your Savior and Guide,
The One who will always be right there at your side.
I want you to serve Me through the good times and bad,
To sing praises to My Name whether you're happy or sad.

I want your faith to grow stronger as each day goes by,
To trust Me when there's no answers to your questions of "Why?"
To learn of My love and to feel My embrace,
When you're called to endure the hardships you face.

I want no one or nothing to take My place in your heart,
In whatever you should do, I want to take part.
Stand on My promises, let nothing cause you doubt,
In the end you will see that all things will work out.

So you see, My dear child, I want to be your all in all,
To depend on My presence when you stand or when you fall,
When you question just what is it that I want from thee?
My answer is EVERYTHING, as you are EVERYTHING to Me.

~ AUTHOR UNKNOWN

Hand

Music by hand or music by heart
Music by hand and music by heart
Create, birth, conceive, creativity innate
Pushing, pulling, moving, lifting, down
Power strength in sound

Margareet Valentine

MUSIC

Music is a door,
An escape to a different world.
A world you make and controll in your mind.
Music is a hero,
One to cheer your spirits when you are down.
Music is an enemy,
sometimes the lyrics bring you down.
Music is your personality,
expressed through song.
The music player,
Is you, the one holding it all together.
Music is an awakening to the real world.
Its lyrics are real and true.
Music is a best friend,
One to give advice when you need it.
Music is what you think of it.
Its starts off empty and colorless,
and escalates to something more,
your own world.

Cecilia Perner

SAVES ME

I trust the night
I trust the stars that shine
I trust the moon
I know its love’s divine
I trust the wind
I trust its winding ways
I trust the sky
I know its separate days
I trust the dawn
I trust its rising light
I trust the sun
I know its blinding sight
I trust the clouds
I trust the crimson waves
I trust the things I love
I know that this trust saves
Me.

Natasha Ashwe July 16,2006

Natasha Ashwe

My Dreams Are the Sun

See that golden hue
Burning in the west
My dreams are with that color
My dreams are the sun
The sun always sets
But never seems to rise
That sun carries my dreams
Slowly out of my reach
I watch it slide away
Leaving me behind
The color disappears
My dreams are with that sun
Whenever the sun sets
It rises in another place
A place blessed by that light
My dreams are hidden in that light
At my window seat
I watch the sun take it all away
My dreams are with the sun
My dreams are the sun

Dawn Michelle

Orderly Stack

2007-01-02T19:36:00.000-08:00

Orderly Stack

I felt fine that day as I tried to make myself a snack of bread and cheese, a slice of meat and a bunch of lettuce all in an orderly stack. Quietly, I worked so nobody would see, and so I would have this lunch all for me. My brother, Ben walked in and gave me a grin. I tried to not to care and to hide my snack, but the words spilled from his mouth "Can I have some of that?"
My hands fell to the chop block, heavy with despair. What could I do, Ben didn't care. So, I told him not to tell a soul, and I slowly went to get a bowl. I grabbed some more bread to start a lunch for my hungry brother, Ben. I almost finished, both sandwiches done, when out of the blue a little girl said "Can I have some?"
Frustrated, I pulled out a knife, and then I begun to cut into the life, of my snack, and I gave her a piece of my orderly stack. I warned them "Be quiet, don't let others see past your back." But J.D. came along, and it wasn't long, before he casually grabbed my orderly stack. I thought of all the work in that beautiful snack. I huffed and I puffed and I puffed and he stopped in mid-air, as my stack almost became my brother's declare. "OH NO!" I protested "That's my snack! How dare you try and eat my orderly stack!" He dropped it real quick and took a step back, and said with a grin "May I have a snack?" I sighed "When I'm done, I'll make you a sandwich, a stack of your own with bread, cheese, and lettuce."
"Great!" he said. "But I would like meat. I'll be over there. Come get me to eat."
And so, my good readers, I made him a snack of bread and cheese and meat and greens in an orderly stack.

By L.B.

2007-01-01T22:08:00.000-08:00

~GOD IS LIKE THIS~

I cannot see the wind at all

Or hold it in my hand,

And yet I know there is wind

Because it swirls the sand.

I know there is a wandrous wind

Because I glimps its power

Whenever it bends low a tree

Or sways the smallest flower.

And God is very much like this,

Invisible as air.

I cannot touch or see him, yet

I know that He is there

Because I glimps his wandrous works

And goodness everywhere.

-Rowena Bennett

2006-12-27T10:29:00.000-08:00

~CHAPTER 2 OF THE BLACK BEAST~

CHAPTER 2

A long night

A big black beast swooped down and grabbed Josh with its feet, fortunately, the shirt tore all down the middle and he had a five feet drop to the ground. In the nick of time, Jo stood below him and helped him to the ground by caching his waist, both fell, but with nothing wrong with their bodies, they scrambled to their feet and rushed into Jo’s house which they got to in about ten seconds and closed the door just in time for the hairy beast to smash on the bolted door.
Then about five seconds later, Jo’s Mom and Dad rushed into the living room where Jo and his friend were.
“Jo! What happened?” Asked his Mom.
“Nothing.” Said Jo.
“I’m sure I heard a big bang on the door.” Said Jo’s dad.
“What were you doing with--- uh, your friend?” Asked his mom who was looking and Jo’s shirtless friend.
“Look, mom, his shirt got caught in a tree and we couldn’t get it out so he had to take his shirt off.”
Josh looked at Jo with amazement in his eyes, but he didn’t say a word.
“Well you give him one of your shirts, and take him home.” His mom said back to him.
“Okay, mom.” Said Jo.
Jo noticed that Josh wasn’t there; Jo went back into his room, and saw Josh wearing one of his shirts.
“That was embarrassing.” Josh said ocwerdly.
“That was creepy” Said Jo.
“You bet it was. But what’s up with not telling your parents about this?”
“Look, if we tell my parents they’ll think our brains are fried, and you tore your shirt some other way, so lets not tell them for a while.”
“Okay. But now how am I suppose to get home?” Josh asked.
“Oh great. I don’t know.” Jo replied. “Maybe we should wait till like 8 ‘0 clock, or till my parents go upstairs ‘cause there’s no way I’m going outside now.”
“Okay, 8 ‘0 clock it is.”
It was 7:30, so the boys had a half hour to talk, get over their fright, which a half hour wouldn’t be long enough for most boys.
Then, the half hour came, Josh first then Jo, jumped out the window, “C’mon, hurry.” Said Josh. “This neighborhood is really freaking me out.”
They ran all the way to Josh’s house.
“See you tomorrow.” Said Josh in a loud whisper.
Jo ran back to his window, jumped in, and closed it.

Jo ate some popcorn and watched his favorite move.
When at last it was time to go to bed, Jo tried to think about the movie, instead of the freaky thing that had just happened. But it didn’t work the best.
On the other hand, Josh played video games, trying to get his mind off of how the big black hairy thing had picked him up and how the shriek he had screamed gave him chills up his spine.
Both found it hard to sleep, but finally both where sleeping soundly.

Poem

2006-12-15T07:50:00.000-08:00

A Prayer For Every Day

Make me too brave to lie or be unkind.
Make me too understanding too, to mind
The little hurts companions give, and friends
The careless hurts that no one quite intends.
Make me too thoughtful to hurt others so.
Help me to know
The inmost hearts of those for whom I care,
Their secret wishes, all the loads they bear,
That I may add my courage to their own.
May I make lonely folks feel less alone,
And happy ones a little happier yet.
May I forget
What ought to be forgotten; and recall
Unfailing, all
That ought to be recalled, each kindly thing,
forgetting what might sting.
To all upon my way,
Day after day,
Let me be joy, be hope! Let my life sing!

~Mary Carolyn Davies

THE BLACK BEAST

2006-12-14T14:28:00.000-08:00

THE BLACK BEAST

CHAPTER 1

Josh, Jo and Jake

There once lived a boy named Jo, who was fourteen and was an only child.
Jo loved the dark, and whenever he had a few minutes, he would go out and take a short walk down to the creek at the bottom of their property.

Jo knew a boy who was thirteen and lived right across the street from him named Jake. Jake was the kind of person who people liked, but every once in a while he would do something to offend some one or something.

One day Saturday morning, Jo woke up. He saw some people moving into the house right besides his. The house had been for sale for about a year.
Jo got dressed and went outside. He saw a boy, about his age, jump out of a big moving truck, after him came a man, he looked about thirty.

“Dad, I don’t want to move again, then I have to switch schools again.”
“Josh, don’t worry, there’s plenty of people in your new school. You’ll find new friends.”
Jo came nearer to them, and Josh looked up at him, waiting for Jo to come nearer to meet him.
“Hey, my name is Jo.” Said Jo.
“Hi, my name is Josh.” Said the boy, Josh.
“Cool.” Said Jo, “and how old are you?”
“I’m fourteen, you?”
“I’m----...” Began Jo when Jake who was walking toured them, hollered,
“Hey Jo, what is this?”
“It’s our new neighbor, Josh.” Jo yelled back.
Jake came nearer to them and Jo said,
“Jake, meet Josh, Josh, this is Jake.”
“Hi, My names Josh,” said Josh. “Wait, he told you that.” Said snickered.
Jake did not answer; Jo could tell He did not want him to have any other friends then he. No one new why, and you probably wont totally understand why, either.
Later that month, they started seeing each other after dark. One night as the boys went into Jo’s yard by some oak trees witch were by a creek witch I had mentioned earlier in this story.
Jo began to climb one of the trees, but no one knew he was climbing it.
About half a minute later, Jo swayed a branch swiftly though the air and saying a whispering but horse voice,
“Whoooo, I have come to take you away!”
Jake jumped up really fast and said in a freaked out voice,
“What was that??” said Jake In a really scared voice.
Jo couldn’t hold it in. Out came all the hehehe’s and hahaha’s.
“Jo!” roared Jake. “Dude, you scared me out of my skin! Don’t count on seeing me again!”
And Jake walked out into the dark.
“Jeez,” said Josh, he can sure get upset at a little thing like that.
“Don’t worry, he’ll come out of it by tomorrow afternoon at the latest.”
“I guess.”

Then Jo looked up and thinking he saw something big flying around in the trees, ignored it at first, thinking it must had been his imagination. But again and again he kept thinking he saw something in the trees, so he decided to tell Josh, and if Josh didn’t see it, then it was just Jo’s imagination.
“Josh, I think I’m hearing something in the trees.”
“Oh come on Jo----.” Josh began, but then, he heard it himself.
“Heard that?” said Jo”
“Yeah…” Josh said hesitantly.
Both the boys looked at each other with wander in their eyes.
Both of them walked a little further away so if it were to happen again, they would have a good chance of seeing what it was. Then it went over again.
Josh could hardly make it out, but it looked like a giant bat with its wings and feet connected like ducks feet. The hug black thing went to another tree and another and another till it was out of sight.
“Holy shmokes!” Said Jo. What was that?
“Don’t ask me!” Said Josh.
Just then both the boys heard a scream such as none of them had never heard before.
“It’s Jake!” Walled Josh. “Come on!”
Both boys ran down the street trying to figure out what was going on, but you could hear both their hearts pounding harder and faster as they ran down the street.
“I don’t see him anywhere.” Said Jo.
Both did not say another word. They assumed he went home, or they hoped so.

Then they went back to Jo’s house,
“ I’m gonna go home now.” Said Josh. “This place is really freaking me out.”

Just then a voice yelled out behind them,
Hahaha! Josh, I have come to take you away!

“AAHHHHHHHHHH!!!” Screamed Josh in horror.

THE BIIIG QUESTION

2006-11-01T12:25:00.000-08:00

I dont have lots of storys and poems so heres the question.

Should I share this blog with my bestfriends, OR, should I change it into a blog with what I think about different stuff? for instence, what I think about diferent religons and my own religon?
I need your help! I can't decide!!
If I keep this blog and share it, then I will make another blog for my beliefes.
WHAT DO YOU THINK??

Authorgirl16

it's not a poem or a story but it's funny!

2006-10-18T08:07:00.000-07:00

Hello guys I found this thing. I know it's not a poem or a story but ITS SO FUNNY!
Enjoy.

A couple of Minneapolis decided to go to Florida for a long weekend to thaw out during one particularly icy winter.

They planned to stay in the same hotel where they had spent there honeymoon 20 years before.

Because both had jobs, It was decided that the husband would leave Thursday, and his wife would come the fallowing Friday.

As upon arriving as planned, the husband checked into his hotel. In his room there was a computer so he decided to send his wife a and email back in Minneapolis.

However, he accidentally left out one letter in the address, and sent the email without realizing his error.

In Houston, a widow had just returned from her husbands funeral. The dearly departed was a minister called home to glory fallowing a heart attack.
The widow checked her email, expecting messages from relatives and friends.
Upon reading the first message, she fainted.

The widows son rushed into the room, found his mother on the floor, and saw the computer screen which read:

To: My loving wife

Subject: I've arrived

Your probably surprised to here from me. They have computers here now and you are allowed to to send emails to your loved ones.
Ive just arrived and checked in. I see that everything has been prepared for your arrival tomorrow.
Looking forward to seeing you then!

Hope your journey is as uneventful as mine was.

P.S. Sure is hot down here!

Storysandpoems intro

2006-10-17T15:16:00.000-07:00

Hello everyone. You can call me Daisy.
This is a blog I plan to use for stories and poems.
I am an artist (sort of...if you will), and a musician. I love to dance, sing, play music, and act.
..oh and play the computer.
Anyway I'm delighted that you have found my blog and I hope you find it iteresting enough to come visit it every now and then.
Thanks!

authorgirl16