My Place - 09.14.09

Silently watching, contemplating, understanding,
My place.
Laughing loudly, talking, smiling,
Their space.
Different kinds of people filling the land,
Some take their seats while some take a stand.
I listen, I worry, the world on my shoulders,
A heavy tongue and deep mind carrying these boulders.
They are social, excited, talking as fast as their minds,
This role is not mine, I don't enjoy being this kind.
Silently watching, contemplating, understanding,
My place.
Laughing loudly, talking smiling,
Their space.
This is my place, a calm, interested spectator.

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Happily grinning, giggling, willing,
My place.
Tickling quickly, chasing, sharing,
Their place.
Similar people all over the land,
Groups of the exciting and groups of the bland.
I smile, I enjoy, "the world is my stage",
Excited to be around happiness, shrinking from rage.
They are open, happy, enjoying their lives in whole,
This role is what I seek, to escape a life so dull.
Happily grinning, giggling, willing,
My place,
Tickling quickly, chasing, sharing,
Their place.
This is my place, an endearing, thrilled, friend.

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So who am I? This or that? Which is my place?
Complicated but true, both are the race,
This is my place.

- Kimberly H. G. (16 years old)

I Am From - 09.01.09

I am from long walls of photos,
From concerts, and weddings, and home sewn,
From cookie dough at midnight,
And watching Aladdin til dawn.

I am from Disneyland with family,
Little legs chasing after long,
Music in my ears.

I am from long talks with mom,
From walking and talking like dad.

I am from rise and sparkle mornings,
From lock the door and turn off the lights evenings.
Seven older siblings hugging and screaming,
Five sisters all in one mirror,

I am from a little bit, a lot, but not too much,
With so much to give and to hear.

I am from fingers flying,
Hearing them on piano keys,
Light as air.
 

The sounds of happiness and sadness,
The smells and tastes in the air,
This is where I am from.
Journals amongst my books,
And a box of pictures on the shelf,
All reminding me of what used to be there.

- Kimberly H. G. (16 years old)

Family - 08.10.09

Family; so complicated, confusing and rare,
Eight siblings, each with their own worry and care.
We grew up together, and we grew up apart,
This being so we each had a different start.
Christine; sweet and caring, always the motherly sister,
Gentle, artistic, and a great listener.
I was too little to really know who she was,
Older now I love who she is and all that she does.
Julie; a favorite to many, so amazing and fun,
Complicated yet wonderful 'til the day is but done.
I enjoyed her company then and I enjoy it now,
Never harsh words between us, never a row.
Richard; my gentle brother, a soft flowing river,
A writer, a drawer, and a great advice giver.
Young and silly I played with his monsters now and then,
Past the annoyances I caused we are friends once again.
Eric; a young boy at heart, a Disneyland lover,
Fun, talented, and a great brother.
He used to let me play his games, and to the movies we went,
With him life was fun and light 'til the day was spent.
Emily; energetic, spontaneous, always moving,
Loving life and friends, her music grooving.
Life is never boring when Emily is there,
I love her dearly and will forever care.
Anna; my musical sister, talented and strong,
Beautiful, intense, she's hardly ever wrong.
Not the closest of sisters though we were,
I've always aspired to be as successful as her.
Janet; a natural born leader, righteous and steadfast,
Forgiving, caring, and headed for great things fast.
We never got along and we fought often back then,
But times have changed and now she's a closest friend.
Youngest of eight, I don't really know yet who I am,
A little of all seven, I'm learning from them.
I hope to learn soon where amongst them I stand,
To play my part well in this large family band.

- Kimberly H. G. (16 years old)

Better Than Royalty - 06.14.09

A young girl only eighteen,

With a stunning beauty fit for a queen.

She is to marry soon,

A dark shadow sets over the room.

It's a betrothal here and now,

agreeing or not she'll be forced to bow.

Led down the aisle by the king,

A groom there with a ring.

A single tear falls down her cheek.

A strong heart made feeble and meek.

Her hand he took and then she knew,

Her final words would be "i do."

But then and there the rooster cooed,

And woke the girl her fears soothed.

At last she felt it in her heart,

Just a farm girl she played her part.

All her life a princess she dreamed to be,

Finally now her eyes could see,

Always happier would be her life,

Not of royalty and all its strife.

A young girl only eighteen,

With a strong heart and mind keen.

- Kimberly H. G. (16 years old)

"Love Me" - 05.20.09

A little girl only in the third grade,

Sittin next to that boy she had it made.

Hopin that maybe he's the one to be,

Beggin him in her heart, "Love Me"

It's sixth grade now and junior high,

It's hard to talk to him but she will try.

Hopin that maybe he's the one to be,

Beggin him in her heart, "Love Me"

High school comin, it's freshman year,

First broken heart, a fallin tear.

Hoped that he was the one to be,

Beggin him now please don't, "Love Me"

Another year older, just a sophomore,

She was lovin him to her core.

Hopin that maybe he's the one to be,

Beggin him in her heart, "Love Me"
Junior and senior years passin by fast,
Goin on dates with him havin a blast.

Hopin that maybe he's the one to be,

Beggin him in her heart, "Love Me"

In college at last, finding who she will be,

He's taken her heart, she gave the key.

Hopin that maybe he's the one to be,

Beggin him in her heart, "Love Me"

Found him now, she's happy as ever,

Promising him always and forever.

Knowing that he is the one to be,

Beggin her with his heart, "Love Me"

- Kimberly H. G. (16 years old)

Ballad of the Girl - 05.18.09

She came to this foreign land confused and completely friendless,
Happy faces all around her and opportunities endless.
A friend here, a friend there, things began to get better,
The outgoing, the lowly, and the exciting go-getters.
Over time a group was formed, four guys and her,
Each had their own personality and good friends they all were.
From the beginning two liked her as she began to like one,
Wasn't long 'til "they" became "we" their happiness never to be undone.
But then one fateful day a horrible injury the boy struck,
Through the struggle and the pain, they found their love was out of luck.
Enjoying each other at all times, happy they had been together,
Finding that though this true, they couldn't last all weather.
The second boy came forward then sweeping up her broken heart,
He sang her songs of how he loved her even from the very start.
She loved the second boy different from how she'd loved the first,
She felt they could make it through anything, even the very worst.
The girl saw many things, changing about them as time went on,
She found she must part with him as things were very wrong.
So the girl found herself, heartbroken and alone again,
As the first boy took his place beside her, to be a good friend.
Confused emotion filled the girl as she began to like him once more,
For awhile she had hated him, but now the first boy she does adore.
How she will bear it all, she hopes to find a way,
And so the dramatic life of a foreign girl continues on today.

- Kimberly H. G. (16 years old)

Ode To Laughter - 05.14.09

Evolving slowly from a smirk to a smile,
Its powerful effect can be heard for miles.
Contagious to all who are around,
Lightening the mood in a single bound.
Even when sad, the world it can change,
From how loud to how happy there is no range.
In its deepest emotion happiness is found,
A wonderful thing and the simplest sound.
Like watching a small child play with a toy,
It is the perfect expression of a perfect joy.

- Kimberly H. G. (16 years old)