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.

~

 
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.

~

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)

Take It - 09.06.09

Let's get the picture straight, let me paint it for you,
The reason behind my anger, comes from a time long past due.
The things that happened a few months past,
I didn't see it before,
That it still weighs on my shoulders, still knocks on my door.
Exactly what I did, I will not say,
But I suddenly became ugly, my face painted gray.
Mistake after mistake, I walked a dangerous path,
My thoughts became dark, my heart full of wrath.
As I finally found the light at the end of my darkest hall,
Upon my Heavenly Father, my heart began to call.
He filled me with his warmth, forgiveness shining true,
A part of me rejoiced, while a part was left in blue.
I did not deserve it, His love, His warmth, His pain,
He should have left me in the dust, left me in the rain.
And yet His forgiveness he did give me, though I do not forgive myself,
Satan's dark words crept inside my heart, using slyness and stealth.
The Lord's hand reaches out to me, wanting to help me make it,
Now the easiest and hardest choice I must make,
To lift my own,
And take it.

 - Kimberly H. G. (16 years old)

Spinning - 09.06.09

Blue, Green, colors flashing before my eyes
Scared to fall when it stops, it'll be my demise
Left to right, present to past
To my future, my eyes refuse to be cast
An interesting sensation, yet full of pain and strife
It is what it has always been, it is
My life.

- Kimberly H. G. (16 years old)

My Eyes - 06.30.09

I watch her there in disguise,

Living my life through my eyes.

She's dating that boy,

Her heart bursting with joy.

Laughing with friends,

She's making amends.

Her everyday is happy and fun,

It used to be me who would run.

Don't ask who she is, I know not.

She's living the life I have sought.

Living my life, maybe she's me,

Her is all I want to be.

I struggle and fight to be that girl,

To have all the fun and get to twirl.

No matter what I do it won't change,

I can't go up to her and exchange.

Believe it or not that girl is me,

But hard as I try, she I don't get to be.

I watch her there in disguise,

Living my life through my eyes.

- 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)

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)

Hope - 05.11.09

Pouring rain,

Burning pain.

Feels like your heart has died,

Can't fix it no matter if you tried.

Every time back up you get,

Just to find you've lost the bet.

Once again hit and maimed,

By that pouring rain,

Burning pain.

No room left to grow,

But little did you know,

Soon will be gone that pouring rain,

Burning pain.

Times will be hard for a few longer,

But all of this will make you stronger.

You'll come out on top,

No longer held down by the chain,

Pouring rain,

Burning pain.

Life will be better soon enough,

Just hold on tight, it will be tough.

The burning fire quenched by the rain,

No more hurt and no more pain.

- 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.