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)

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)

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)

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)     

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)

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)