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)

Who Are You? - 08.19.09

I write this poem, I write it brand new,

I'm writing this poem all for you.

Sixteen and confused, full of wonder am I,

Wishing to know who you are, I heave a great sigh.

Will you have blue eyes or brown?

Red, blond, or brunette atop your crown?

Speaking with a whisper as calm as the nights sky,

Or are you rather a loud and spontaneous guy?

I will love you forever, will you love me too?

Be loyal, kind, sweet, and true?

When I'm sad and upset, will you hold me when I cry?

Will you take care of our family, help us get by?

Do I already know you and all that you do?

I have just one more question... who are you?

- Kimberly H. G. (16 years old)

I Love You - 05.24.09

Why am I sitting here here crying again?

Over this heartbreak I have already been.

Love and pain together are brothers,

You can't get one without the other.

When I'm with you I feel love, protected,

Your words once gone leaving me broken, rejected

What I need, what I want, so confused

My heart lying there broken and abused.

My love welling up inside, my heart breaks in two

I don't want a parent, a brother, I want You.

    I can tell always that you love and you care,

That you don't see that for you my heart tears

You hold my hand and come close, it feels so real,

Hurting so much more that for you, it's no big deal

When all was dark, and I was left in the dew,

I discovered something then, I love you.

- 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)

Found Poem - 05.12.09

Some say the world will end in fire,

I knew that essentially nothing had changed.

She was a stranger in this world, just like him.

He would not cry in front of them again.

But until then, you never saw me.

I concentrated on being invisible...

It was a heroic shot.

The forest vibrated with the ripeness of its colors,

It was a long, quiet walk.

The night was not dark enough...

- Kimberly H. G. (16 years old)

Blitzkrieg - 04.01.09

Chapter 1: Healing

“Quickly! We need more water!” my mother screamed to my father, “John! Look out!” I had been hiding under my bed, too frightened to cry. It had all happened much to fast. Not but an hour before we had been eating dinner, but when that candle had fallen everything went wrong. It could have been a simple fix and everything would have been fine, but I tried to help. I had never tried to use magic before. Being only three at the time, what could I have known about it? All I had wanted to do was to help my parents. It had gone so, so wrong. The magic flowed from me, but instead of quenching the flames, it did the exact opposite. The fire spread faster than ever at an uncontrollable rate. There was no way anyone could have stopped it.

“John! No! Please, no!” The roof had fallen and my father was covered in blood. My mother tried frantically to free his limp body. The smoke was becoming unbearable; I could hardly breath or see anything. I felt the bed shake and saw for an instant the loose board underneath come flying towards me. I heard my mother's voice one last time before my world blacked out and I was knocked unconscious. “Bobby? Bobby, please! Mommy can't find you! Bobby!” She was sobbing harder than ever.

Defying The Storms - 03.25.09

A little green forest begins to grow.

It isn't long before it begins to know,

the batter of storms and the fears of the snow.

Growing is difficult with so much to bare.

Feeling each of its branches begin to tear.

Losing all hope and falling into despair.

The once happy forest becomes depressed and sad,

as even the thought of a storm makes it mad.

Its anger is strong but doesn't know that its bad.

Denser the forest grows in each coming spring,

seeking protection from that evil storm being.

Sends the birds away, no longer singing.

Fortifying its trunks, pushing everything out,

no animals can live where it is dense and stout.

But finally it sees it is lonely without.

The storms battering on, seems impossible to rid,

all of the protection it built up and it did.

It could no longer react to or do as the storm bid.

As time passes, and as the forest lives on,

it is no longer dense and is now filled with song.

The storms still continue, never quite gone.

The anger is gone, and the forest still strong,

seeing and knowing that the anger was wrong.

The animals returned, the forest happily among.

Though the will may falter as the storms come,

stay strong but remember to never succumb,

to anger, another negative step on the ladder rung.

- Kimberly H. G. (16 years old)