I was actually writing today!
Yea, I know, it's been quite a while.
I just wrote down the word 'Discover' and stared at it for a really long time trying to think of what would come next. Then...It all just came together.
I guess, even though it sounds super corny, writing is like a sort of magic: it just happens and is wonderful and amazing. I don't understand how some people don't like writing. But, then some people don't understand how I don't like to drink pop. We're all different I suppose, but sometimes you just want someone who understands where you're coming from.
Anyways, I wrote two poems today, the one I like better is first. I named it 'Discovering Truth'
Discovering Truth
Discover
Meaningless truths
About the lies
That suffocate
We are not
Honest always
Truth can hide
Within a lie
Don't we wonder
About ourselves
Why this way
And not the other
Don't want to see
The truth within
Lies cascading
Through my skin
Hair let down
Soul exposed
Close your eyes
You don't want to know
Essence examined
Then let go
I'm shivering
Drenched in shame
Guilt besiege me
Apology
Given heartfelt
Lord, I want
To be new
To know You
You the Truth
That's the first one. Let me tell you, it is better than the other one. The other one is called 'Loved' which I titled quickly, it isn't quite the title I want but I can't think of the word or words I want to use. Anyways, here it is.
Loved
All I am is broken
Who could love this mess?
I'm burden-filled, messed up
Thought wrong too long
Drowned in mistakes
Turned to Misery
I was friends with a Demon
I wanted death and destruction
And I regret it all.
No pride is left for that past
I wish it were erased.
You've forgiven me
Me, the undeserving mess,
The broken one with clipped wings.
You made me new!
With new wings I soar
With peaceful heart I rest
Mind at ease
Lord Almighty renewed me through
Loves me eternally
I never could have thought
But I know in my soul
Someone loves me far more than I
Can ever now know
That's both of them. I like 'Discovering Truth' so much better than 'Loved' but I thought why not post them both.
I am going shopping today! Actually, not really shopping, we're just going to pick up some rat food because my rats have no food left for today at all!
Basically I'm killing time before my brother gets here and we leave. I should do my homework now...I really don't feel like doing it yet though. I will when we get back.
Speaking of homework, I have a killer essay for my English class!
It's all about Bloody Mary! I already told you about the assignment, but whoa, I am in such an 'I-wanna-watch-Supernatural' mood!
I put so much time into that essay I think I'll post it here sometime. Soon, if I remember to send it to myself from school.
I'm going to sign off now, see you!
Love you!
God bless!
~Tara
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Poem #16 Night
Night
The snow is white, the wind is cold--
The king has sent for my three-year-old.
Bring the pony and shoe him fast
With silver shoes that were made to last.
Bring the saddle trimmed with gold;
Put foot in stirrup, my three-year-old;
Jump in the saddle, away, away!
And hurry back by the break of day;
By break of day, through dale and down,
And bring me the news from Slumbertown.
The snow is white, the wind is cold--
The king has sent for my three-year-old.
Bring the pony and shoe him fast
With silver shoes that were made to last.
Bring the saddle trimmed with gold;
Put foot in stirrup, my three-year-old;
Jump in the saddle, away, away!
And hurry back by the break of day;
By break of day, through dale and down,
And bring me the news from Slumbertown.
Mary F. Butts
'Night' by Mary F. Butts pg 249 from 'Best Loved Nursery Rhymes And Songs'
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Poem #15 Johnny Crow's Garden
Johnny Crow's Garden
Johnny Crow
Would dig and sow
Till he made a little Garden.
And the Lion
Had a green and yellow Tie on
In Johnny Crow's Garden!
And the Rat
Wore a Feather in his Hat
But the Bear
Had nothing to wear
In Johnny Crow's Garden.
So the Ape
Took his Measure with a Tape
In Johnny Crow's Garden.
Then the Crane
Was caught in the Rain
In Johnny Crow's Garden.
And the Beaver
Was afraid he had a Fever
But the Goat
Said:
"It's nothing but his Throat!"
In Johnny Crow's Garden.
And the Pig
Danced a Jig
In Johnny Crow's Garden.
Then the Stork
Gave a Philosophic Talk
Till the Hippopotami
Said: "Ask no further 'What am I?' "
While the Elephant
Said something quite irrelevant
In Johnny Crow's Garden.
And the Goose--
Well,
The Goose was a Goose
In Johnny Crow's Garden.
And the Mouse
Built himself a little House
Where the Cat
Sat down beside the Mat
In Johnny Crow's Garden.
And the Whale
Told a very long Tale
In Johnny Crow's Garden.
And the Owl
Was a funny old Fowl
And the Fox
Put them all in the Stocks
In Johnny Crow's Garden.
But Johnny Crow
He let them go
And they all sat down
to their dinner in a row
In Johnny Crow's Garden.
Johnny Crow
Would dig and sow
Till he made a little Garden.
And the Lion
Had a green and yellow Tie on
In Johnny Crow's Garden!
And the Rat
Wore a Feather in his Hat
But the Bear
Had nothing to wear
In Johnny Crow's Garden.
So the Ape
Took his Measure with a Tape
In Johnny Crow's Garden.
Then the Crane
Was caught in the Rain
In Johnny Crow's Garden.
And the Beaver
Was afraid he had a Fever
But the Goat
Said:
"It's nothing but his Throat!"
In Johnny Crow's Garden.
And the Pig
Danced a Jig
In Johnny Crow's Garden.
Then the Stork
Gave a Philosophic Talk
Till the Hippopotami
Said: "Ask no further 'What am I?' "
While the Elephant
Said something quite irrelevant
In Johnny Crow's Garden.
And the Goose--
Well,
The Goose was a Goose
In Johnny Crow's Garden.
And the Mouse
Built himself a little House
Where the Cat
Sat down beside the Mat
In Johnny Crow's Garden.
And the Whale
Told a very long Tale
In Johnny Crow's Garden.
And the Owl
Was a funny old Fowl
And the Fox
Put them all in the Stocks
In Johnny Crow's Garden.
But Johnny Crow
He let them go
And they all sat down
to their dinner in a row
In Johnny Crow's Garden.
'Johnny Crow's Garden' pg 99-114 from 'Best Loved Nursery Rhymes And Songs'
Poem #14 Lullaby
Lullaby
Golden slumbers kiss your eyes,
Smiles awake you when you rise.
Sleep, pretty wantons, do not cry,
And I will sing a lullaby.
Rock them, rock them, lullaby.
Care is heavy, therefore sleep you,
You are care, and care must keep you.
Sleep, pretty wantons, do not cry,
And I will sing a lullaby.
Rock them, rock them, lullaby.
Golden slumbers kiss your eyes,
Smiles awake you when you rise.
Sleep, pretty wantons, do not cry,
And I will sing a lullaby.
Rock them, rock them, lullaby.
Care is heavy, therefore sleep you,
You are care, and care must keep you.
Sleep, pretty wantons, do not cry,
And I will sing a lullaby.
Rock them, rock them, lullaby.
by: Thomas Dekker
'Lullaby' by Thomas Dekker pg 247 from 'Best Loved Nursery Rhymes And Songs'
Poem #13 If A Pig Wore A Wig
If A Pig Wore A Wig
If a pig wore a wig,
What could we say?
Treat him as a gentleman,
And say "Good day."
If his tail chanced to fail,
What could we do?--
Send him to the tailoress
To get one new.
If a pig wore a wig,
What could we say?
Treat him as a gentleman,
And say "Good day."
If his tail chanced to fail,
What could we do?--
Send him to the tailoress
To get one new.
'If A Pig Wore A Wig' pg 227 from Best Loved Nursery Rhymes And Songs
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Supernatural - Dean's Funny Faces
Cassie was right, this is hilarious, I love the music with it too!
Thanks Cassie!
Enjoy everybody!
It's just a bunch of Dean's hilarious faces!
Saturday, February 14, 2009
♥Valentine's Day!♥
♥
Happy Valentine's Day!
♥
Everyone having a good Valentine's Day?
I hope so, but I know lots of hearts are broken today or more so on Valentine's Eve. I hope you recover if that has happened, it can be really hard.
Wow my day..*self conscious laugh*...pretty uneventful.
I did just see 'Confessions Of A Shopaholic' like two hours ago with my cousin Ashley. It was way better than I thought it would be! I laughed a lot, we both had a good time.
Ironically, well, okay, it's not really ironic but I like that word: I have been thinking about Bloody Mary almost all day. Not the drink, I mean the legend. For English we had to pick something Science Fiction and I chose Bloody Mary under the headings 'Science Fiction--Horror'. Yea, I got pictures printed off for it and I just finished cutting them all out. I am, of course, coupling the legend with the TV show Supernatural's 4th episode ever, Bloody Mary. Yes, I can do that, because our teacher wants us to use a movie or book that has our topic in it.
Did that all make sense?
Whatever. It's just strange to be thinking about Bloody Mary on Valentine's Day.
Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmm :-) ♥
I'm not going to throw a bunch of 'love' stuff at you.
So you can take the face mask off and put down the baseball bat.
I just want to try and calm you down.
Look, I know that it's Valentine's Day. I know everyone is supposed to, in our twisted and terribly corrupt society, have a boyfriend or girlfriend. Who says you can't be independent? But again, that is what you probably hear all the time, along with: it's his/her loss.
I want to say this: I am single. And I am happy and comfortable where I am. Some people don't like being single, I say fine: as long as you aren't hurting yourself or anyone else, find someone for the right reasons. Now me, yes, some days I want a guy around. But most of the time I'm content being by myself. Really, I think if I had a guy I'd end of driving him away. I like my space and time to do nothing but be alone. I like being alone, I've always liked being alone. Some people, a lot of people, don't like to be alone. If you don't like being alone, don't be alone. I don't know if I'm ready to give up my time and my interests, or at least to adopt someone else's. I guess that makes me selfish, but at least I realize it. Too many people are dating too young.
I totally forgot what I was going to say. I am super tired.
Maybe I'll think of it later tonight when I'm trying to fall asleep and annoyingly can't, or maybe it's gone forever, to skip down the yellow brick road to the land of all lost thoughts.
^*Don't know where I was really going with that*^
Hey! ♥L♥O♥V♥E♥!♥
I love you guys, everyone who reads this blog, I really appreciate it!
God bless you, He loves you forever and no one can ever beat that!
~TARA♥
Poem #12 Where Are You Going My Pretty Maid?
Where Are You Going My Pretty Maid?
"Where are you going, my pretty maid?"
"I'm going a-milking, sir," she said.
"May I go with you, my pretty maid?"
"You're kindly welcome, sir," she said.
"What is your father, my pretty maid?"
"My father's a farmer, sir," she said.
"Say, will you marry me, my pretty maid?"
"Yes, if you please, kind sir," she said.
"What is your fortune, my pretty maid?"
"My face is my fortune, sir," she said.
"Then I can't marry you, my pretty maid!"
"Nobody asked you, sir," said she.
"Where are you going, my pretty maid?"
"I'm going a-milking, sir," she said.
"May I go with you, my pretty maid?"
"You're kindly welcome, sir," she said.
"What is your father, my pretty maid?"
"My father's a farmer, sir," she said.
"Say, will you marry me, my pretty maid?"
"Yes, if you please, kind sir," she said.
"What is your fortune, my pretty maid?"
"My face is my fortune, sir," she said.
"Then I can't marry you, my pretty maid!"
"Nobody asked you, sir," said she.
'Where Are You Going My Pretty Maid?' pg 218-219 from 'Best Loved Nursery Rhymes And Songs'
Friday, February 13, 2009
Poem #11 Mistress Mary Quite Contrary
Mistress Mary Quite Contrary
Mistress Mary,
quite contrary,
How does your
garden grow?
With cockle-shells,
and silver bells,
And pretty maids
all in a row.
Mistress Mary,
quite contrary,
How does your
garden grow?
With cockle-shells,
and silver bells,
And pretty maids
all in a row.
'Mistress Mary Quite Contrary' pg 33 from 'Best Loved Nursery Rhymes And Songs'
Wow
I have had a huge change of emotional status since yesterday.
This is just crazy.
Yesterday night I was feeling like...well, just like I used to feel. And I mean the terrible way I used to feel. Last night I wanted to die. And I had that horrible time where I desperately wanted to cry, because crying tires you out and lets you sleep easier and because crying gets out a lot of emotion, but I could not. Which only made me more upset but still did not allow me to cry. Anyways, that was yesterday.
Today I was just happy and feeling good all day. I don't understand the change, I think it must be the pills still trying to regulate themselves or something. This week has been really strange.
Today was, hehe, Friday the 13th! Yay! I always like Friday the 13ths.
That has nothing to do with anything.
Today is the last day of school before Valentine's Day! It was, like always, exciting because everyone seems to be in a good mood and hyped up on sugar and handing out candy. Yes, lots of candy. (I have melted chocolate in my pocket because I put a chocolate heart in my pocket and forgot about it until I felt it all mushy :-0) A homeroom, to raise money for 'Pennies For Patients' was sending Crush to your Crush for a dollar. You know what Crush is, right? That orange-pop stuff. They delivered the Crush during homeroom today, and you know what? I was surprised. I was the only one in my homeroom to get Crushed on, and I got two! I don't even know who they're from. They said to Tara and they both said from '?' and one of them said 'Happy Valentines Day'. It was so sweet.
I have a hunch on who one was from, but I otherwise have no idea.
Oh! And I got roses for the first time today! Well, other than that one rose Hannah H gave me that one time. That was so sweet, thanks so much Hannah! But no, the roses were from my mom! Oh, wait, I mean the rose was from my mom. Only one. That was so awesome!!!! I am going to have her take pictures of me and the rose tonight before she goes out with my dad.
Wow, yay!
But I did get some sad news today.
My cousin is really sick and she goes to this super hard school and she missed four days this week and she is so overwhelmed she doesn't even want to go back to school. Can you please take five seconds right now and send a heartfelt prayer for her, please? I really hope that I'm going to get to see her this weekend, it doesn't sound like what she has is contagious. Pray for her, please.
Thanks you guys!
Happy Valentine's Day Eve!
God bless!
~Tara ---being.single.is.sweet.---
This is just crazy.
Yesterday night I was feeling like...well, just like I used to feel. And I mean the terrible way I used to feel. Last night I wanted to die. And I had that horrible time where I desperately wanted to cry, because crying tires you out and lets you sleep easier and because crying gets out a lot of emotion, but I could not. Which only made me more upset but still did not allow me to cry. Anyways, that was yesterday.
Today I was just happy and feeling good all day. I don't understand the change, I think it must be the pills still trying to regulate themselves or something. This week has been really strange.
Today was, hehe, Friday the 13th! Yay! I always like Friday the 13ths.
That has nothing to do with anything.
Today is the last day of school before Valentine's Day! It was, like always, exciting because everyone seems to be in a good mood and hyped up on sugar and handing out candy. Yes, lots of candy. (I have melted chocolate in my pocket because I put a chocolate heart in my pocket and forgot about it until I felt it all mushy :-0) A homeroom, to raise money for 'Pennies For Patients' was sending Crush to your Crush for a dollar. You know what Crush is, right? That orange-pop stuff. They delivered the Crush during homeroom today, and you know what? I was surprised. I was the only one in my homeroom to get Crushed on, and I got two! I don't even know who they're from. They said to Tara and they both said from '?' and one of them said 'Happy Valentines Day'. It was so sweet.
I have a hunch on who one was from, but I otherwise have no idea.
Oh! And I got roses for the first time today! Well, other than that one rose Hannah H gave me that one time. That was so sweet, thanks so much Hannah! But no, the roses were from my mom! Oh, wait, I mean the rose was from my mom. Only one. That was so awesome!!!! I am going to have her take pictures of me and the rose tonight before she goes out with my dad.
Wow, yay!
But I did get some sad news today.
My cousin is really sick and she goes to this super hard school and she missed four days this week and she is so overwhelmed she doesn't even want to go back to school. Can you please take five seconds right now and send a heartfelt prayer for her, please? I really hope that I'm going to get to see her this weekend, it doesn't sound like what she has is contagious. Pray for her, please.
Thanks you guys!
Happy Valentine's Day Eve!
God bless!
~Tara ---being.single.is.sweet.---
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Poem #10 Mother, May I Go In To Swim?
Mother, May I Go In To Swim?
Mother, may I go in to swim?
Yes, my darling daughter,
Hang your clothes on yonder tree
But don't go near the water.
Mother, may I go in to swim?
Yes, my darling daughter,
Hang your clothes on yonder tree
But don't go near the water.
'Mother, May I Go In To Swim?' pg 202 from 'Best Loved Nursery Rhymes And Songs'
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Poem #9 Multiplication Is Vexation
Multiplication Is Vexation
Multiplication is vexation,
Division is as bad;
The Rule of Three doth puzzle me,
And Practice drives me mad.
Multiplication is vexation,
Division is as bad;
The Rule of Three doth puzzle me,
And Practice drives me mad.
'Multiplication Is Vexation' pg 230 from 'Best Loved Nursery Rhymes And Songs'
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Red Shorts -- Laugh Cassie, LAUGH :P
First off - I'm sorry for missing a post this week. But I just made it up by posting 2 poems today.
I thought I had more to say...
My week was fairly uneventful...I was sick Friday and had a doctors appointment Thursday.
Missed so many tests, it's terrible like that--we always have lots of tests in different classes around the same time.
You don't want to hear about that though.
I am watching Scrubs right now. Never watched it before. It's okay, I guess. Not great, in my opinion.
Wow, I just spent like 15 minutes looking for a picture of Dean Winchester wearing those hilarious red shorts in 'After-School Special'. For you Cassie. This is for you. ;-)
I'll be here all week. Hopefully I'll have something more to say. Hopefully.
God bless y'all this week!
~TARA
Poem #8 Baby
Baby
Where did you come from, baby dear?
Out of the everywhere into the here.
Where did you get those eyes so blue?
Out of the sky as I came through.
What makes the light in them sparkle and spin?
Some of the starry spikes left in.
Where did you get that little tear?
I found it waiting when I got here.
What makes your forehead so smooth and high?
A soft hand stroked it as I went by.
What makes your cheek like a warm white rose?
I saw something better than anyone knows.
Whence that three-cornered smile of bliss?
Three angels gave me at once a kiss.
Where did you get this pearly ear?
God spoke, and it came out to hear.
Where did you get those arms and hands?
Love made itself into bonds and bands.
Feet, whence did you come, you darling things?
From the same box as the cherub's wings.
How did they all just come to be you?
God thought about me, and so I grew.
But how did you come to us, you dear?
God thought about you, and so I came here.
Where did you come from, baby dear?
Out of the everywhere into the here.
Where did you get those eyes so blue?
Out of the sky as I came through.
What makes the light in them sparkle and spin?
Some of the starry spikes left in.
Where did you get that little tear?
I found it waiting when I got here.
What makes your forehead so smooth and high?
A soft hand stroked it as I went by.
What makes your cheek like a warm white rose?
I saw something better than anyone knows.
Whence that three-cornered smile of bliss?
Three angels gave me at once a kiss.
Where did you get this pearly ear?
God spoke, and it came out to hear.
Where did you get those arms and hands?
Love made itself into bonds and bands.
Feet, whence did you come, you darling things?
From the same box as the cherub's wings.
How did they all just come to be you?
God thought about me, and so I grew.
But how did you come to us, you dear?
God thought about you, and so I came here.
George Macdonald
'Baby' pg 242-243 written by George Macdonald from 'Best Loved Nursery Rhymes And Songs'
Poem #7 Jack And Jill
Jack And Jill
Jack and Jill
went up a hill,
To fetch
a pail of water;
Jack fell down
and broke his crown
And Jill came
tumbling after.
Up Jack got
and home did trot
As fast as
he could caper;
To Old Dame Dob
Who patched his knob
With vinegar
and brown paper.
Jack and Jill
went up a hill,
To fetch
a pail of water;
Jack fell down
and broke his crown
And Jill came
tumbling after.
Up Jack got
and home did trot
As fast as
he could caper;
To Old Dame Dob
Who patched his knob
With vinegar
and brown paper.
'Jack And Jill' pg 34-35 from 'Best Loved Nursery Rhymes And Songs'
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Poem #6 What Are Little Boys Made Of?
What Are Little Boys Made Of?
What are little boys made of, made of?
What are little boys made of?
"Snaps and snails, and puppy-dogs' tails;
And that's what little boys are made of, made of."
What are little girls made of, made of?
What are little girls made of?
"Sugar and spice, and all that's nice;
And that's what little girls are made of, made of."
What are little boys made of, made of?
What are little boys made of?
"Snaps and snails, and puppy-dogs' tails;
And that's what little boys are made of, made of."
What are little girls made of, made of?
What are little girls made of?
"Sugar and spice, and all that's nice;
And that's what little girls are made of, made of."
'What Are Little Boys Made Of?' pg 193 from 'Best Loved Nursery Rhymes and Songs'
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Poem #5 Jack Sprat
Jack Sprat
Jack Sprat could eat no fat,
His wife could eat no lean,
And so between them both, you see,
They licked the platter clean.
Jack Sprat could eat no fat,
His wife could eat no lean,
And so between them both, you see,
They licked the platter clean.
'Jack Sprat' pg 42 from 'Best Loved Nursery Rhymes and Songs'
Friday, February 6, 2009
Poem #4 Hush-A-Bye Baby
Hush-A-Bye Baby
Hush-a-bye baby,
on the tree top,
When the wind blows,
the cradle will rock;
When the bough breaks,
the cradle will fall
Down will come baby,
bough, cradle, and all.
Hush-a-bye baby,
on the tree top,
When the wind blows,
the cradle will rock;
When the bough breaks,
the cradle will fall
Down will come baby,
bough, cradle, and all.
'Hush-A-Bye Baby' pg 26 from Best Loved Nursery Rhymes and Songs
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Poem #3 Simple Simon
Simple Simon
Simple Simon met a pieman,
Going to the fair;
Says Simple Simon to the pieman,
"Let me taste your ware."
Says the pieman to Simple Simon,
"Show me first your penny."
Says Simple Simon to the pieman,
"Indeed I have not any."
Simple Simon went a-fishing
For to catch a whale;
All the water he could find
Was in his mother's pail!
Simple Simon went to look
If plums grew on a thistle;
He pricked his fingers very much,
Which made poor Simon whistle.
He went to catch a dicky bird,
And thought he could not fail,
Because he had a little salt,
To put upon its tail.
He went for water with a sieve,
But soon it all ran through;
And now poor Simple Simon
Bids you all adieu.
Simple Simon met a pieman,
Going to the fair;
Says Simple Simon to the pieman,
"Let me taste your ware."
Says the pieman to Simple Simon,
"Show me first your penny."
Says Simple Simon to the pieman,
"Indeed I have not any."
Simple Simon went a-fishing
For to catch a whale;
All the water he could find
Was in his mother's pail!
Simple Simon went to look
If plums grew on a thistle;
He pricked his fingers very much,
Which made poor Simon whistle.
He went to catch a dicky bird,
And thought he could not fail,
Because he had a little salt,
To put upon its tail.
He went for water with a sieve,
But soon it all ran through;
And now poor Simple Simon
Bids you all adieu.
Simple Simon from pages 37, 38, and 39 of Best Loved Nursery Rhymes and Songs
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Poem #2 Sing A Song Of Sixpence
Sing A Song Of Sixpence
Sing a song of sixpence,
A pocket full of rye;
Four and twenty blackbirds
Baked in a pie.
When the pie was opened,
The birds began to sing;
Was not that a dainty dish,
To set before the king?
The king was in his counting-house
Counting out his money;
The queen was in the parlor
Eating bread and honey;
The maid was in the garden
Hanging out the clothes,
There came a little blackbird,
And snapped off her nose.
'Sing A Song Of Sixpence' pg 30-31 from 'Best Loved Nursery Rhymes And Songs
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Baby Laughing
This is for Cassie. You said you only look at the pictures and watch the videos, you don't actually read my blog. I like the honesty. ;-)
This is an adorable laughing baby I found on YouTube and picked out just especially for you!
Poem #1 If All The Seas Were One Sea
I was doing laundry today and an idea came to me. Don't act so shocked, ideas do come to me on occasion. I've been thinking the past few days, for some reason, about what I want to pass on to my children. Of course, as I've thought and told many people numerous times, I do not want to have children of my own, I want to adopt. But that is beside the point.
I was feeling very nostalgic. I was thinking about the poems my mum used to read to me all the time when I was little. The poems in the giant book that was my mum's when she was little. The poems in the book that is sitting in a trunk in my room. And I thought about how much I loved and adored those poems and would read them over and over when I learned how to read and how they taught me so much.
I really want to pass that down to my future child(ren).
It occurred to me that not many people now, especially of my generation and younger, have had these poems shared with them. They don't know many of the classic poems. In my point of view, from my perspective, that is a terrible shame.
So, I thought that this month I'll put up a new poem from my childhood book of poems every day. There are 142 poems in the book, (I just counted, hehe), so sharing one a day should not be a problem.
I think all children should be exposed to these classic poems and lullabies.
That's my opinion, and I am sure lots of people, especially teens, will think that this is a stupid idea. But I don't really care. It's important to me.
The poem I'm sharing today is a favorite. If All The Seas Were One Sea.
It took me a year or so to actually get the humor in it. Which makes me feel awfully slow after reading it now. So yes, I love this poem, I hope you enjoy it. :)
What a great sea that would be!
And if all the trees were one tree,
What a great tree that would be!
And if all the axes were one axe,
What a great axe that would be!
And if all the men were one man,
What a great man he would be!
And if the great man took the great axe,
And cut down the great tree,
And let it fall into the great sea,
What a splish splash that would be!
The book is appropriately called "Best Loved Nursery Rhymes and Songs" published by Parents' Magazine, it is the '1974 Edition' and says it is the Library of Congress Catalog No. 63-12348
If you were interested. I kind of doubt it.
Love you peoples!
Have a great day,
And God bless!
~Tara
I was feeling very nostalgic. I was thinking about the poems my mum used to read to me all the time when I was little. The poems in the giant book that was my mum's when she was little. The poems in the book that is sitting in a trunk in my room. And I thought about how much I loved and adored those poems and would read them over and over when I learned how to read and how they taught me so much.
I really want to pass that down to my future child(ren).
It occurred to me that not many people now, especially of my generation and younger, have had these poems shared with them. They don't know many of the classic poems. In my point of view, from my perspective, that is a terrible shame.
So, I thought that this month I'll put up a new poem from my childhood book of poems every day. There are 142 poems in the book, (I just counted, hehe), so sharing one a day should not be a problem.
I think all children should be exposed to these classic poems and lullabies.
That's my opinion, and I am sure lots of people, especially teens, will think that this is a stupid idea. But I don't really care. It's important to me.
The poem I'm sharing today is a favorite. If All The Seas Were One Sea.
It took me a year or so to actually get the humor in it. Which makes me feel awfully slow after reading it now. So yes, I love this poem, I hope you enjoy it. :)
IF ALL THE SEAS WERE ONE SEA
If all the seas were one sea,What a great sea that would be!
And if all the trees were one tree,
What a great tree that would be!
And if all the axes were one axe,
What a great axe that would be!
And if all the men were one man,
What a great man he would be!
And if the great man took the great axe,
And cut down the great tree,
And let it fall into the great sea,
What a splish splash that would be!
The book is appropriately called "Best Loved Nursery Rhymes and Songs" published by Parents' Magazine, it is the '1974 Edition' and says it is the Library of Congress Catalog No. 63-12348
If you were interested. I kind of doubt it.
Love you peoples!
Have a great day,
And God bless!
~Tara
Saturday, January 31, 2009
\\\\]{Snowshoeing}[////
I have been sick, it's true, for the majority of the week. Missed two days and 8 out of 9 periods-worth of school. Lots of homework.
Not fun.
As I just told my brother, I am sick of being sick.
However, that did not stop my mom(who, along with my dad, I seem to have infected with my sickness :-o), from dragging us all to go snowshoeing for the first time. I'm sure you can tell how I felt about that. But, my attitude changed.
Today was a, heh heh, 'warm' Minnesota day. It was probably 30-35 degrees out where we were. Which is spectacular and felt great since last weekend we were all subzero. I didn't even wear a coat.(smart, really, I know, me being sick and all) (sarcasm people) (making these little bracket things (these()) is fun)
Anyways, stay focused Tara, it was a gorgeous day. Practically no wind at all, sun shining for the most part. We went to the building where people talked to us about snowshoeing, showed how to put snowshoes on, and made us play one of those 'get to know you' games. (My name is Tara, I like Art, and I'm okay at Art)[I couldn't think of anything better to say]
Then we picked out a pair of snowshoes and went outside to put them on. Getting them on wasn't too hard, not with the kind I had chosen, and I was surprised to be one of the first people done. Rachel had come with us, :-D , and we talked for a while while we waited for people to finish getting their snowshoes on. Rachel is, in the nicest way possible, prone to slipping, falling, and especially tripping. We were both concerned about falling with the snowshoes on, and our first few steps were very careful.
It was strange, once we were on the trail with the whole group, after we had gone for a while, the snowshoes started to feel normal. Like I had adapted to them. Let me tell you though, it is a workout, you burn like 400-600 calories an hour, if I remember right. And because you have to keep a wider stance, it works a different group of muscles too. My legs were very tired towards the end.
The scenery was of utmost beauty. There were lots of dry golden leaves still on the trees. The snow blanketed everything and whatever it didn't cover was sharp and crisp because of the wonderful contrast. It was very refreshing.
To swallow my pride, I will say that I fell at least twice. But I got right back up.
I had a lot of fun. I would recommend snowshoeing to everyone. As the ladies who led us said, 'anyone who can walk can snowshoe', and they were right.
That was my first time snowshoeing. Probably won't be my last. I was being stupid and didn't even think to bring my camera, though I wish I had. There were lots of potential great shots.
Although, with all those people, I might not have wanted to stop and slow everyone behind me down.
So, yep, I had a lot of fun. I am super tired.
Tomorrow I am going to tackle the rest of my homework.
Heads up to my friends at school, I will definitely be needing help.
A special thanks to Emily for making me go home on Friday. It means a lot that you care so much, and I will never forget how you said, 'You sound gross. Go home.' Thank you so much, I love you. I think I will be coming back Monday, but now I'm not so sure. Probably.
God bless you all
Enjoy the weather, if the weather happens to be nice where you are. Don't walk out in an ice storm or tornado, please.
With much much much much love
~Tara
Not fun.
As I just told my brother, I am sick of being sick.
However, that did not stop my mom(who, along with my dad, I seem to have infected with my sickness :-o), from dragging us all to go snowshoeing for the first time. I'm sure you can tell how I felt about that. But, my attitude changed.
Today was a, heh heh, 'warm' Minnesota day. It was probably 30-35 degrees out where we were. Which is spectacular and felt great since last weekend we were all subzero. I didn't even wear a coat.(smart, really, I know, me being sick and all) (sarcasm people) (making these little bracket things (these()) is fun)
Anyways, stay focused Tara, it was a gorgeous day. Practically no wind at all, sun shining for the most part. We went to the building where people talked to us about snowshoeing, showed how to put snowshoes on, and made us play one of those 'get to know you' games. (My name is Tara, I like Art, and I'm okay at Art)[I couldn't think of anything better to say]
Then we picked out a pair of snowshoes and went outside to put them on. Getting them on wasn't too hard, not with the kind I had chosen, and I was surprised to be one of the first people done. Rachel had come with us, :-D , and we talked for a while while we waited for people to finish getting their snowshoes on. Rachel is, in the nicest way possible, prone to slipping, falling, and especially tripping. We were both concerned about falling with the snowshoes on, and our first few steps were very careful.
It was strange, once we were on the trail with the whole group, after we had gone for a while, the snowshoes started to feel normal. Like I had adapted to them. Let me tell you though, it is a workout, you burn like 400-600 calories an hour, if I remember right. And because you have to keep a wider stance, it works a different group of muscles too. My legs were very tired towards the end.
The scenery was of utmost beauty. There were lots of dry golden leaves still on the trees. The snow blanketed everything and whatever it didn't cover was sharp and crisp because of the wonderful contrast. It was very refreshing.
To swallow my pride, I will say that I fell at least twice. But I got right back up.
I had a lot of fun. I would recommend snowshoeing to everyone. As the ladies who led us said, 'anyone who can walk can snowshoe', and they were right.
That was my first time snowshoeing. Probably won't be my last. I was being stupid and didn't even think to bring my camera, though I wish I had. There were lots of potential great shots.
Although, with all those people, I might not have wanted to stop and slow everyone behind me down.
So, yep, I had a lot of fun. I am super tired.
Tomorrow I am going to tackle the rest of my homework.
Heads up to my friends at school, I will definitely be needing help.
A special thanks to Emily for making me go home on Friday. It means a lot that you care so much, and I will never forget how you said, 'You sound gross. Go home.' Thank you so much, I love you. I think I will be coming back Monday, but now I'm not so sure. Probably.
God bless you all
Enjoy the weather, if the weather happens to be nice where you are. Don't walk out in an ice storm or tornado, please.
With much much much much love
~Tara
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Sunday Afternoon With Hope
My Sunday afternoon was spent in the company of Hope.
Actually, Hope came home from church with my mother, brother, and I.
She smiled as we rode home together.
When she got in our house she asked to watch a movie.
All right, so Hope is the name of an incredible 5(?) year old. But her name fits, as she was the first girl born with 4 older brothers. Now she has a younger brother and a very new baby sister (name Grace).
She asked if she could 'go to Mary Jo's house'? That worked for us and her family, so she came home with us. I spent all afternoon with her, except for a few intervals where I had to do laundry. We watched The Grinch, which she said was a kind of scary movie sometimes, and most of Shrek. She and I petted my rats for a long time and talked about them. She said that instead of Venice and Firenze I should have named them Brownie and Whitey. She sort of reminds me of me when I was younger.
Then Hope, my mom, and I went into my mom's work. Mom is a special education teacher, so Hope and I played in the Motor Room (pretty much a playroom that the kids in her class use to further develop their motor skills). I don't know how long we were there, but it was a lot of fun. I just love making her laugh, and it seems so easy to do. I do love that about little kids.
Then we came home and she played with markers,(she drew Summer, which is her favorite season), and she played with the stamps I made in Art class. She liked those a lot.
Then her dad came and picked her up. That was my lovely afternoon/evening with Hope.
My afternoon with hope is also kind of literal. Sunday School was very good. Our new 'curriculum' hadn't gotten there yet, so instead we read some verses and said what we thought they meant. I liked it a lot more than our normal corny curriculum. I think that the others liked it more too, it kind of brought us closer together. I felt great once we started reading Scripture. I had been super tired before that. A side effect of the pills I'm taking now is supposed to be extra energy, but it seems to have the opposite effect: I've been getting fatigued thoroughly and suddenly since I started taking them Friday. However, I think that may just be my body trying to adjust to it. I guess I'll find out in a few more days.
Added to my hope is a letter I received today but have not yet read. I know it will lift me up, and probably make me cry. There is an awesome lady at my church whom I do not know very well but still love dearly. I'm not sure what all my mom told her about me, but last Sunday she asked if I'd let her write me a letter and gave me a hug. This Sunday she gave me a hug along with a letter. With Hope coming home with us and then having to finish last minute homework I sort of forgot about it until now. I think I'm going to read it before I go to bed tonight.
One last thought for you: Aren't babies incredible and precious?
My Sunday school teachers are Hope's parents. As I mentioned, Hope has a brand new baby sister. Grace came with her parents to Sunday school today, as she did last week. Last week she was not next to me. This week, she was. I could not stop staring at her as she slept. I kept looking at her tiny little hand and those itty-bitty fingernails, comparing them to mine. Hers are so small and nearly wrinkle-free and make mine seem ancient in comparison. Her eyes are incredible too, piercingly blue and very bright. She was not sleeping peacefully, she kept moving her hands and wrinkling the new skin on her face. It is comical to see a sleeping baby wrinkling her forehead. I fell in love with her. And I don't know how or why. I just kept thinking how God has blessed us with babies, and wondering how anyone could wish, much less do, a baby harm. I love having days like this.
Today was a great, peaceful, day.
Thank the Lord, I needed this more than I knew.
God bless you all and watch over you this week.
With much love
~Tara
Actually, Hope came home from church with my mother, brother, and I.
She smiled as we rode home together.
When she got in our house she asked to watch a movie.
All right, so Hope is the name of an incredible 5(?) year old. But her name fits, as she was the first girl born with 4 older brothers. Now she has a younger brother and a very new baby sister (name Grace).
She asked if she could 'go to Mary Jo's house'? That worked for us and her family, so she came home with us. I spent all afternoon with her, except for a few intervals where I had to do laundry. We watched The Grinch, which she said was a kind of scary movie sometimes, and most of Shrek. She and I petted my rats for a long time and talked about them. She said that instead of Venice and Firenze I should have named them Brownie and Whitey. She sort of reminds me of me when I was younger.
Then Hope, my mom, and I went into my mom's work. Mom is a special education teacher, so Hope and I played in the Motor Room (pretty much a playroom that the kids in her class use to further develop their motor skills). I don't know how long we were there, but it was a lot of fun. I just love making her laugh, and it seems so easy to do. I do love that about little kids.
Then we came home and she played with markers,(she drew Summer, which is her favorite season), and she played with the stamps I made in Art class. She liked those a lot.
Then her dad came and picked her up. That was my lovely afternoon/evening with Hope.
My afternoon with hope is also kind of literal. Sunday School was very good. Our new 'curriculum' hadn't gotten there yet, so instead we read some verses and said what we thought they meant. I liked it a lot more than our normal corny curriculum. I think that the others liked it more too, it kind of brought us closer together. I felt great once we started reading Scripture. I had been super tired before that. A side effect of the pills I'm taking now is supposed to be extra energy, but it seems to have the opposite effect: I've been getting fatigued thoroughly and suddenly since I started taking them Friday. However, I think that may just be my body trying to adjust to it. I guess I'll find out in a few more days.
Added to my hope is a letter I received today but have not yet read. I know it will lift me up, and probably make me cry. There is an awesome lady at my church whom I do not know very well but still love dearly. I'm not sure what all my mom told her about me, but last Sunday she asked if I'd let her write me a letter and gave me a hug. This Sunday she gave me a hug along with a letter. With Hope coming home with us and then having to finish last minute homework I sort of forgot about it until now. I think I'm going to read it before I go to bed tonight.
One last thought for you: Aren't babies incredible and precious?
My Sunday school teachers are Hope's parents. As I mentioned, Hope has a brand new baby sister. Grace came with her parents to Sunday school today, as she did last week. Last week she was not next to me. This week, she was. I could not stop staring at her as she slept. I kept looking at her tiny little hand and those itty-bitty fingernails, comparing them to mine. Hers are so small and nearly wrinkle-free and make mine seem ancient in comparison. Her eyes are incredible too, piercingly blue and very bright. She was not sleeping peacefully, she kept moving her hands and wrinkling the new skin on her face. It is comical to see a sleeping baby wrinkling her forehead. I fell in love with her. And I don't know how or why. I just kept thinking how God has blessed us with babies, and wondering how anyone could wish, much less do, a baby harm. I love having days like this.
Today was a great, peaceful, day.
Thank the Lord, I needed this more than I knew.
God bless you all and watch over you this week.
With much love
~Tara
Saturday, January 24, 2009
soooooo
Haha, no one else will find this funny: it's weird because I posted picture posts, then poem posts, and then a bunch of video posts. And now I am actually typing up a real post. See, I told you you wouldn't think it was funny.
I actually don't have much I want to say.
I needed to update.
Oh, cool thing: I now have recently downloaded the Supernatural episodes Wishful Thinking(Season4!), The Benders(Season1!)and Skin(Season1!). The bad thing? Haha, guess what language Skin is in? Yea, French. No, I do not know French. I haven't deleted it yet though. I'm thinking I might learn how to say, 'Dad's on a hunting trip, and he hasn't been home in a few days' in French. Hehe, that would be strange. It is a little funny to watch parts of it because the French voices are so unlike Jared Padalecki's and Jensen Ackles' voices. But I am hoping to download the English version of the episode soon. Currently Bad Day At Black Rock (Season3!) is trying to download. It's at 79.9% currently. That is possibly my favorite episode of Supernatural ever. You probably noticed that most of the videos I just posted are Supernatural-related. That is because I am so excited the season has started again. No more reruns. Although, I am very disappointed with Season 4. It hasn't been nearly as good as season 1 was, or even season 3. The best episodes so far I think have been Yellow Fever, Wishful Thinking, and Family Remains. Although, this week's episode, titled After-School Special, looks to be a treat. I think that it's another flash-back type episode. If I remember right, we'll get to see Sammy in Middle School, getting bullied :(
All of the finals that were postponed last week because of a snow day were taken care of this week. Ugh. It was terrible. I wrote a stupid poem about tests like two weeks ago. Here it is:
I Hate Standardized Testing
My mind is weary
From these tests
These letter grades
Don't prove my worth
It's such a loss
Of common sense
Tests standardized
Spend an hour watching us
We are far from uniform
Standardized
Desensitized
Loosing my mind
Days go by
Daze grows stronger
Question standardized tests:
Thoughtless how much longer?
It's no winner, I'll say that much. But it is true, I do hate those standardized tests. The tests I was taking weren't the MCA's or anything, that'll come later this year I believe. yippee
Another, very very 'what were you thinking?' poem, written January 21, 2009:
None Sense - With Muffins!
It's a bird!
It's a plane!
No...Wait...
It's a flying muffin!
It es coming!
Coming to hit everyone
With a moustache in the face!
Look at it swoop down!
Oh! The mayor has been knocked down!
It's
MUFFIN MUTINY!
Ahhh!
Beware all ye who
Must stash a moustache!
MUAHAHA - it's the
Evil Muffin LAUGH!
That is exactly how I wrote it...don't judge me...I know, it is so terrible.
It made Vicki laugh and give me a weird look though...glad I can amuse someone...
Well, I am going to go eat my lunch. BBQ Ribs! They smell so good. With vermicelli and rice!
Then I am to be dragged off to go shopping with Joram, Rachel, and my mom. Nope, I don't like shopping, but mom says she wishes I would go, which means, 'get your coat on, you're coming.'
Oh, quickly I must share with you the lyrics to one of my favorite Lifehouse songs, Simon. You should go listen to it. Happy Weekend! God bless! ~Tara
Simon --A wonderful song by Lifehouse
catch your breath
hit the wall
scream out loud
as you start to crawl
back in your cage
the only place
where they will
leave you alone
'cause the weak will seek the weaker 'til they've broken them
could you get it back again
would it be the same
fulfillment to their lack of strength at your expense
left you with no defense
they tore it down
and i have felt the same
as you
i've felt the same
as you i've felt the same
locked inside
the only place
where you feel sheltered
where you feel safe
you lost yourself
in your search to find
something else
to hide behind
the fearful always preyed upon your confidence
did they see the consequence
they pushed you around
the arrogant build kingdoms made of the different ones
breaking them 'til they've become
just another crown
and i have felt the same
as you
i've felt the same
as you i've felt the same
as you i've felt the same
refuse to feel
anything at all
refuse to slip
refuse to fall
can't be weak
can't stand still
and watch your back
'cause no one will
you don't know why they had to go this far
traded your worth for these scars
for your only company
and don't believe the lies that they have told to you
yea, not one word is true
you're all right
you're all right
you're all right
and i have felt the same
as you i've felt the same
as you i've felt the same
as you i've felt the same
as you i've felt the same
Happy Weekend!
God bless!
~Tara
I actually don't have much I want to say.
I needed to update.
Oh, cool thing: I now have recently downloaded the Supernatural episodes Wishful Thinking(Season4!), The Benders(Season1!)and Skin(Season1!). The bad thing? Haha, guess what language Skin is in? Yea, French. No, I do not know French. I haven't deleted it yet though. I'm thinking I might learn how to say, 'Dad's on a hunting trip, and he hasn't been home in a few days' in French. Hehe, that would be strange. It is a little funny to watch parts of it because the French voices are so unlike Jared Padalecki's and Jensen Ackles' voices. But I am hoping to download the English version of the episode soon. Currently Bad Day At Black Rock (Season3!) is trying to download. It's at 79.9% currently. That is possibly my favorite episode of Supernatural ever. You probably noticed that most of the videos I just posted are Supernatural-related. That is because I am so excited the season has started again. No more reruns. Although, I am very disappointed with Season 4. It hasn't been nearly as good as season 1 was, or even season 3. The best episodes so far I think have been Yellow Fever, Wishful Thinking, and Family Remains. Although, this week's episode, titled After-School Special, looks to be a treat. I think that it's another flash-back type episode. If I remember right, we'll get to see Sammy in Middle School, getting bullied :(
All of the finals that were postponed last week because of a snow day were taken care of this week. Ugh. It was terrible. I wrote a stupid poem about tests like two weeks ago. Here it is:
I Hate Standardized Testing
My mind is weary
From these tests
These letter grades
Don't prove my worth
It's such a loss
Of common sense
Tests standardized
Spend an hour watching us
We are far from uniform
Standardized
Desensitized
Loosing my mind
Days go by
Daze grows stronger
Question standardized tests:
Thoughtless how much longer?
It's no winner, I'll say that much. But it is true, I do hate those standardized tests. The tests I was taking weren't the MCA's or anything, that'll come later this year I believe. yippee
Another, very very 'what were you thinking?' poem, written January 21, 2009:
None Sense - With Muffins!
It's a bird!
It's a plane!
No...Wait...
It's a flying muffin!
It es coming!
Coming to hit everyone
With a moustache in the face!
Look at it swoop down!
Oh! The mayor has been knocked down!
It's
MUFFIN MUTINY!
Ahhh!
Beware all ye who
Must stash a moustache!
MUAHAHA - it's the
Evil Muffin LAUGH!
That is exactly how I wrote it...don't judge me...I know, it is so terrible.
It made Vicki laugh and give me a weird look though...glad I can amuse someone...
Well, I am going to go eat my lunch. BBQ Ribs! They smell so good. With vermicelli and rice!
Then I am to be dragged off to go shopping with Joram, Rachel, and my mom. Nope, I don't like shopping, but mom says she wishes I would go, which means, 'get your coat on, you're coming.'
Oh, quickly I must share with you the lyrics to one of my favorite Lifehouse songs, Simon. You should go listen to it. Happy Weekend! God bless! ~Tara
Simon --A wonderful song by Lifehouse
catch your breath
hit the wall
scream out loud
as you start to crawl
back in your cage
the only place
where they will
leave you alone
'cause the weak will seek the weaker 'til they've broken them
could you get it back again
would it be the same
fulfillment to their lack of strength at your expense
left you with no defense
they tore it down
and i have felt the same
as you
i've felt the same
as you i've felt the same
locked inside
the only place
where you feel sheltered
where you feel safe
you lost yourself
in your search to find
something else
to hide behind
the fearful always preyed upon your confidence
did they see the consequence
they pushed you around
the arrogant build kingdoms made of the different ones
breaking them 'til they've become
just another crown
and i have felt the same
as you
i've felt the same
as you i've felt the same
as you i've felt the same
refuse to feel
anything at all
refuse to slip
refuse to fall
can't be weak
can't stand still
and watch your back
'cause no one will
you don't know why they had to go this far
traded your worth for these scars
for your only company
and don't believe the lies that they have told to you
yea, not one word is true
you're all right
you're all right
you're all right
and i have felt the same
as you i've felt the same
as you i've felt the same
as you i've felt the same
as you i've felt the same
Happy Weekend!
God bless!
~Tara
Monday, January 19, 2009
Supernatural - Bad Day
Not as good as a different Bad Day vid I saw a year or so ago, but that one was taken off of YouTube because of 'copywrite infringement'-I thought that was a shame, but YouTube's trying to crack down on that sort of stuff.
Bad Day At Black Rock is one of the best Supernatural episodes, and this song fits that perfectly.
F.U.N - Supernatural
As much as I dislike Spongebob...This made me laugh very hard. I had to watch it twice to make sure it was real. Here it is for you. Enjoy, DO NOT TAKE IT SERIOUSLY(don't even think of what they are actually saying, if you do, it is not nearly so funny)
When You Play Supernatural Backwards
This was pretty good.
Song is Backwards by Rascal Flatts.
FYI:I am going on a YouTube rampage.
And this was great, had to share it, they even got a bunch of the clips to almost fit the lyrics. Kudos!
Supernatural - Do You Like Waffles?
This was too awesome to pass up.
Hannah, I am going to email this to you, because you sent me that email with this song in it! And then I heard it in this vid, and it totally reminded me of you! Thanks!
Haha, I laugh every time I watch this!
Enjoy everyone!
:D
God bless
as always, love TARA
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
More Poems &:-)
I Can't Reflect
Mirror mirror
Can't see me
Have I no reflection
Need some redirection
Where to begin
It starts with me
It ends where
No ideas
Nothing new
So routine
Look at me
Watch myself
No reflection
No reaction
I can't feel
Nothing's new
It's all fake
All dead
With no reflection
My one reflection
Comes from you
Mirror mirror
Need some redirection here
For Follow you need to go with me through it. For each word, think of an image that goes with it, an image that follows the word in your mind, and try to flow through the poem; not so much from word to word, more so from image to image.
Follow
Tell
Talk
Speak
Shout
Yell
Scream
Listen
Silence
Patient
Waiting
Nervous
Anxious
Shake
Tremble
Stand
Walk
Run
Jog
Slow
Breathless
Gasping
Drowning
Confusion
Sinking
Hopeless
Light
See
Kick
Swim
Breakthrough
Air
Breathing
Tell
Mirror mirror
Can't see me
Have I no reflection
Need some redirection
Where to begin
It starts with me
It ends where
No ideas
Nothing new
So routine
Look at me
Watch myself
No reflection
No reaction
I can't feel
Nothing's new
It's all fake
All dead
With no reflection
My one reflection
Comes from you
Mirror mirror
Need some redirection here
For Follow you need to go with me through it. For each word, think of an image that goes with it, an image that follows the word in your mind, and try to flow through the poem; not so much from word to word, more so from image to image.
Follow
Tell
Talk
Speak
Shout
Yell
Scream
Listen
Silence
Patient
Waiting
Nervous
Anxious
Shake
Tremble
Stand
Walk
Run
Jog
Slow
Breathless
Gasping
Drowning
Confusion
Sinking
Hopeless
Light
See
Kick
Swim
Breakthrough
Air
Breathing
Tell
Thursday, January 8, 2009
I Thank You So Filled With Insight
.
.
.
.
.
Two eyes sit and stare at me
Through me can they see
Behind my mask, shallow facade
Look within
I draw back
You scare me
With all your insight
You just might see me
See through me
Behind my mask
Take a breath
Plunge within
Diverge my sunken soul
Drowning in my tears
Slowly loosing breath
Grab me, Drag me
To the surface
Gasp
I see the broken soul I drowned
You saved
It's so unfamiliar
Closer I creep
Sopping wet
There it is
My hand grazes it
I draw back
It's mine, I realized just now
Like an old friend, I smile shyly
Shocked
Then rush forth
Embrace
Joyfully I thank you
You so filled with insight
You who saved my soul
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Written entirely by Tara Boehning, January 8th, 2009
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Hi everyone!
I wanted to share some pictures with you all.
It's a pretty random assortment, and I hope you enjoy them. :)
I slipped right after I took this picture. I thought I broke my camera, but luckily I fixed it. *whew!*
I love my bracelets
Yay bracelets! And my guitar pick necklace!
Yummy ice cream cake frosting.
....Melting...
SCARY
Nice Bro -- on my computer
Brisingr! -awesome so far-
I love the pictures of the lights.
Making Playdough
I was cutting up potatoes and I was bored, so here's the result
Warmth
I wanted to share some pictures with you all.
It's a pretty random assortment, and I hope you enjoy them. :)
I slipped right after I took this picture. I thought I broke my camera, but luckily I fixed it. *whew!*
I love my bracelets
Yay bracelets! And my guitar pick necklace!
Yummy ice cream cake frosting.
....Melting...
SCARY
Nice Bro -- on my computer
Brisingr! -awesome so far-
I love the pictures of the lights.
Making Playdough
I was cutting up potatoes and I was bored, so here's the result
Warmth FIRE!
This is a short little story, it just happened today, I thought that it was very amusing, and she said it was okay if I shared it with you all. So here it is. :)
My friend Emily had a band lesson after school today. Usually our band teacher is on time, but for some reason today he wasn't coming back in the room. He does moniter the halls after school, but he usually will stop that and go to listen to his students desperately try to play their lessons.
Five minutes had passed, and he still hadn't showed up. Emily saw that he was talking to some other teachers, and she didn't want to interrupt in case it was something important. She then went back to the band room and sat down. Being the industrious girl she is, she practiced her instrument. The fingerings and whatnot for her French Horn.
Well, it was still a few minutes later when our band teacher finally came back to his room. He saw her sitting there and asked why she hadn't come and gotten him. She answered that she was practicing her fingerings, so it was okay. The best part of the story, he didn't make her have her lesson! And she thinks that he probably won't make her make it up, either! That was so awesome! She came down to my mom's room to tell me about it, and we were both really happy about it.
Just a little story that I thought you might enjoy. It is a lot more interesting if you know the teacher or my friend. But, that's how practically all stories are, right?
God bless you guys, have a great week, and I hope that you liked my pictures!
~Tara
Friday, January 2, 2009
New Year/Invisible Children
This was really cool. It's awesome that he wants to help people, and I wanted to share this with you, I haven't watched the movie yet, but I think I will. It is so terrible that this stuff is going on, and I know we all like to ignore it and pretend that it really isn't happening, but it is. It is bare reality to millions every day. This is the site:
http://www.invisiblechildren.com/
Thursday, January 1, 2009
Happy New Year! ~~~~~2009~~~~~
Happy New Year Everyone!
I hope that you've all had a great first day of 2009!
I spent it at my aunt and uncle's beautiful house.
Boy, Eric and Nicholas sure have grown, physically and mentally.
Eric is almost 3 (I'm pretty sure, someone please correct me on this if they know), and Nicholas just turned 6! He has a December birthday, just like me! We're extra-special like that.
I am wearing the new guitar shirt I got for Christmas for the first time today, it's very comfy, thanks mom!
Thanks Scott and Frances for the CD's, chocolate, and the adorable mittens! I needed mittens, all I have are gloves. Thank you! Oh, and making little sculptures out of clay was so much fun! Frances, you are so creative. And I've always loved making stuff out of clay, so that was awesome!
I don't know what else to write.
Oh, thanks Hannah, for the Christmas newsletter, I've never gotten one just to me before! It was exciting! Love the picture too.
I'm tired. Hopefully I'll have something better or more insightful or more, well, just more, to say some other day. Because if I don't, I basically just said this blog is dead. But it's not!It's not! IT IS SOOOOO NOT DEAD! Never!!!!.....*cough*.....*cough*...
God bless you all! Have a blessed new year!
~Tara
I hope that you've all had a great first day of 2009!
I spent it at my aunt and uncle's beautiful house.
Boy, Eric and Nicholas sure have grown, physically and mentally.
Eric is almost 3 (I'm pretty sure, someone please correct me on this if they know), and Nicholas just turned 6! He has a December birthday, just like me! We're extra-special like that.
I am wearing the new guitar shirt I got for Christmas for the first time today, it's very comfy, thanks mom!
Thanks Scott and Frances for the CD's, chocolate, and the adorable mittens! I needed mittens, all I have are gloves. Thank you! Oh, and making little sculptures out of clay was so much fun! Frances, you are so creative. And I've always loved making stuff out of clay, so that was awesome!
I don't know what else to write.
Oh, thanks Hannah, for the Christmas newsletter, I've never gotten one just to me before! It was exciting! Love the picture too.
I'm tired. Hopefully I'll have something better or more insightful or more, well, just more, to say some other day. Because if I don't, I basically just said this blog is dead. But it's not!It's not! IT IS SOOOOO NOT DEAD! Never!!!!.....*cough*.....*cough*...
God bless you all! Have a blessed new year!
~Tara
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