Counting down the days

I am counting down the days until Christmas and till my 20th birthday.

So first I will start with Christmas:

The last couple of years I have gotten into the giving mood. I love to get presents, don't get me wrong, but I LOVE giving them. This year I made most of the gifts that I am giving. In fact all but one were hand made. The only one that wasn't was the one for my parents, but that one is one that I know will get used a lot and it is something they really needed. I have given 2 gifts already. They were Leighton and Cait's gifts. They both loved their scarves. Cait's was shorter, becasue she doesn't like really long scarves, but I made Leighton's longer, because she seems to like that kind. Both really loved them and I have seen Cait with hers on and it makes me smile.

I still have to give Mimi her wash cloths, Aaron his hat, and Danielle her present, but I am sure they will all love them. I can't wait to see Aaron react to his hat. We are not opening our gifts until Christmas morning. It changes each year when we open the "Santa" gifts depending on Mom's work schedule. This year she works till 3 on Christmas Eve, but on Christmas day she is off. So we opted for just opening the gifts on Christmas morning. Then we will go have lunch at Mimi's. We will then play dirty santa.

The 26th we are going to my cousin's house. Cason and his wife Jessica are fixing breakfast and we will then play dirty santa also. Another cool thing is that tonight will most likely be spent scanning pictures. We got both my Mimi and my grandmother and grandpa a digital picture frame for Christmas. So we will be loading them up with pictures tonight.

So now onto my birthday:

My birthday is next Tuesday. I will be turning 20. I was going to have a party, but now I have opted for spending time with Leighton and Danielle as much as possible. I only get to see Danielle every 6 months or so and Leighton is about to go down to Orlando, so there is no telling how long it will be until I see her again. I am hoping to go see a movie or something maybe on my birthday with some friends. I have decided that is what I want most. Now I just need to figure out what is playing that I would want to go all the way to Oxford to see. I hope there is something good on.

Well now I think I will sit and read. I love being out of school. Even though it isn't that long of a break, it is still plenty of time for me to read.

Hopefully I will put pictures up from Christmas after all the craziness.

so Merry Christmas!

Quote of the Day= my life statement

So I was looking at the qoute of the day widget on the side of my blog *points to right side* and I couldn't help but feel a little giddy about it. It is so something I would say. So here it is.

"I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading! How much sooner one tires of anything than of a book! When I have a house of my own, I shall be miserable if I have not an excellent library."
Jane Austin

So to explain. Not only did she describe how I feel about reading she also had the point about having a library in her home. That is me. I want to have a library in my house. I have it all figured out in my head. I know that at first I won't be able to, but one day I want to. It is on my bucket list. I may only be 20 (well almost), but hey, I want that in my lifetime. So I just thought I would post about how much I want a library.

On another note, Mom, Dad, and I played Scrabble. I got my first bingo word (when you use all 7 tiles). It was "Meiosis". I usually don't do that well, but tonight I was doing great. Mom and I tied for 2nd place and Dad won, but it was a close game. I think Dad was 122 and Mom and I were 117. Even with a 90 point word I still lost. *shrug* At least I got a bingo word.

Well I think I will go and read The Time Traveler's Wife now.

Night, and keep writing/reading!

Off The cuff

This post is going to be diffrent than any other ones I do. This is going to just be a poem that I write now. No editing. I might go back and edit it later, but for right now it is just going to be what comes out at this moment. so here goes (Well first I need to comb my wet hair, then it will be poem writing time)

Recovery

I've been heartbroken,

Had my heart torn in two.

I have given you all of me.

And now I am walking away.

I will not fall again.

I will not jump in that pit again.

I saw the edge,

I contemplated it.

Then I felt the tug.

The tug of the one who loves me more than you.

Not that you ever really loved me.

Not the way I need you to.

I saw the edge, but his pull was stronger.

I stand far away.

I see it in the distance.

I could jump if I want.

But-I won't.

I won't go back down that path again.

You won't-see-me-again.

I may talk, but that is it.

I can't tell you where I have been-

You won't-Understand.

I have something you don't.

-Love- from an ever present-God.

So go along your way.

Don't look back.

Don't go back.

Keep moving forward.

I see that pit.

I know its depths.

I won't jump back in.

I will stay away from it.

Kayla Goodwin

December 5, 2009

So there it is. Hope you like. If you don't understand, then good. If you do then great. I don't care. It is just a statement to myself and someone else or is it? That is for you, the reader, to try to figure out. :)

Throwing in the towel

Well not all together. I am just not going to finish "The Unwanted" which is the title of my NaNoWriMo novel. I will instead go back to working on Sunset Deja Vu. I am more passionate for it anyway. I did NaNoWriMo primarily to help me learn to find time to work on writing. I have accomplished that. I got almost 30K words. So to me that is great. I have yet to get that with Sunset Daja Vu, mainly becuase I have restarted it 3 times. :/ So I shall say farewell to NaNoWriMo 6 days early and work on my other novel.

So as I sit here and type this with a kitten attacking my hair, I start to ponder what research I need to dive into in order to accomplish my next goal: Sunset Daja Vu! Wish me luck. This will take me longer than a month, but I can do it. I am finally back to my old self and loving to sit down and write. My passion is back and I am ready to embrace it.

So put those pens to paper and write. Write anything. Write a note, a letter, a poem, a verse, a song, a lyric, just write. It matters not what you write, but that you write. For words are the very things that help our soul emerge into the world. So go write!

Playing catch up.

This Thanksgiving I will be grateful for time to play catch up on NaNoWriMo. I currently have 23,793 words. If I want to be on track I need to have 36,674 words by Sunday. I am aiming for 30K. If I can get that then I think I can easily catch up and pass what I need on my daily goals this week. I have no class this week. I will be starting to work on Thursday as I farm sit, but that will not take up but a few hours every day. I will be writing like crazy this Thanksgiving holiday. It will be great. I Think Thursday will go something like this. Get up, go to the farm, come home and get clean, go to the McFall's Thanksgiving feast at Asberry, then come home and crash for a while. I will then get up and write till my fingers can no longer take it. I shall get a lot done.

Saturday will be insane. I have to go to Cracker Barrel for breakfast for my Mom's side of the family's Thanksgiving. (Yes Cracker Barrel. Not your normal Thanksgiving food, but still yummy.)

Then I will come home for about 5 hours and write. Then I have to go to my great uncle's retirement party. Maybe I will be done with the 50K words by Saturday. Who knows. It would be great.

Either way I am going to take this 1,000 words at a time. If I focus on 1,000 words at once then it doesn't seem so daunting. :) I am aiming for 25K today. Tomorrow I will try to get in another 5K. I might get more than 25K tonight. I will just have to see how it goes.

So I shall leave you now. My characters are calling for me from their jail cell. Yep my book started out in a jail cell and now my main character is there once again. I love this story. Even I am surprised at where it is going to end. Not totally sure how the loose ends will be weaved in (notice the knitting metaphor there?) but I will find a way.

Until next time.... Keep those blank pages from just sitting there. Write something!

NaNoWriMo

I am sorry that it has been so long since I updated. I have been really busy lately and I am only adding fuel to the fire this month. Why? Well the answer is simple. It is November and this year is the first year that I am taking part in NaNoWriMo. What is NaNoWriMo? National Novel Writing Month. Every year thousands of people sign up and dedicate themseleves to take on the project of writing a 50,000 word novel in 30 days.

Are we nuts? Maybe. Do we all need to be placed in insane asylums? I don't think so. Will we all get published? Most likely not. So what is the point? The point is to do your best and have fun. It is not just about writing it is about putting your literary abilities to the test. It is about trying your hardest to write a 50,000 word novel in 30 days. It may seem impossible, but it is not. Many have accomplished it over the years and I hope to be a "winner" this year. Even if I don't win it will still be a nice experience.

Now for those of you who want to know how many words I have so far here is my word count: 15,452. The goal for today is 16,670. As you can see I am well on my way.

I really didn't start until Friday so in the past 4 days I have done over 15,000 words. In fact in 2 days I did 12,000

words. Needless to say I was very happy with myself.

Well it is almost time for Biology to start. Which makes me even more insane for trying to do this while being a collge student.

I feel I am up to the challenge however.

So to all of you I say: Happy NaNoWriMo!

Oh and here is a link to my profile page so you can learn about the novel I am working on.

http://www.nanowrimo.org/eng/user/587769

Waiting for school to start

So I am sitting in class waiting for class to start, so I thought I would update.

Victory

Very exiting,

In the end.

Comes only with hard work.

The thing everyone wants,

Only the best can have it.

You have done your best and just a little more.

Victory!

But victory can only come from,

Hard work.

Not sitting around,

Hoping it will come to you.

You must go out and gain it.

Kayla Goodwin

Revised: October 8, 2009

I don't have the journal with me but I am thinking about posting a new poem in place of an old one that I will later revise. This in memory of Anne Frank.

Anne Frank

Such a young life,

A young, creative life.

Taken so early.

Such a cruel world.

A very cruel world indeed,

That took her away.

If only they had known,

If only they could have seen.

Before they took her away.

In hiding for two years.

For two years she poured out her soul on paper

Then in an instant, taken away.

She fought so hard to live,

But in the end, she lost the battle.

Lost. Taken away from the world forever.

Such a young life,

A very young life.

So much potential, Gone!

Until next time.

Been a while

So it has been a while, but I am back. I have been so busy. Sorry about that. So here we go again.

The Signs of Spring

The roses are blooming, their aroma sweet.

The birds sing, their melody is the soft tweet, tweet.

The snow has melted, the sun is high.

The animals have awoken, knowing spring is nigh.

The meadows are green as the sun shines bright.

The morning dew sparkles, sparkles in the new day's light.

The rivers run free, for the ice is gone.

The animals drink freely, the winter days are done.

The sounds of the days are soft and nice,

For the springs warmth has broken through the cold, cold ice.

The animals sing with joy, as they stretch out their arms and upwards reach.

And down in Georgia you can see the signs of a new peach.

The signs of spring have come again, now all creation seems to gleam.

The animals seem bright as they sit in the sun's light beam.

The deer eat the new grass as the larks sing.

The whole world is happy for the gifts of spring.

Spring shows off its beauty as the sun shines bright.

The animals are happy in the new day's light.

The baby Foxes play, and the tadpoles swim and fawns gallop around gaily.

The signs of spring bringt out all the creations joy daily.

Kayla Goodwin

Revised: October 6, 2009

So I have a Haiku to post today and then I will post a poem to revise for next time.

Here is the Haiku.

Spring Haiku

The wind blows lightly.

The sun shines brightly over Earth.

Here season spring is.

Kayla Goodwin

Original: 3/16/04

Now the poem to be revised next.

Victory

Very exiting,

In the end.

Comes only with hard work.

The thing everyone wants,

Only the best can have it.

You have done your best and just a little more.

Victory!

But victory can only come with,

Hard work.

Not sitting around,

Hoping it will come to you.

Kayla Goodwin

Original: March 17, 2004

*Note that the first part is an acrostic for Victory. The last part was not meant to be, but I am thinking of a way to make it one. I might just leave it as is. I haven't decided yet. *

Until next time... keep putting those pens to paper.

It's been a month

So it has been a month since I last posted. I apologize for this. I have been so busy with school. There have been times that I could post, but was really just too lazy. I will try to do better. Now on with the post.

The Perfect Time of Year

In the sky the clouds are plenty.

On the ground the leaves move freely.

In the house all is warm and toasty.

It is the perfect time of the year.

The children run outside so happily.

They jump and shout with so much joy.

The ground is covered in leaves moving free.

This is the perfect time of the year.

The crunch of the leaves is heard as the children run freely.

The cold can't keep them away,

They are wrapped in coats to keep them warm and toasty.

This is the perfect time of the year.

The children have fun as they laugh and play with joy.

The time of year has come where there are no worries just to be free.

They never knew they could feel this way, they play so happily.

This is the perfect time of the year.

Kayla Goodwin

Revised: September 24, 2009

This next one will take a little while to edit. I like the basic point of it.

The Signs of Spring

The roses are blooming there aroma sweet.

The birds sing their melody is the soft tweet, tweet.

The snow has melted, the sun is high.

The animals have woken, knowing spring is nigh.

The meadows are green, as the sun shines bright.

The morning dew sparkles, sparkles in the new days light.

The rivers run free, for the ice is gone.

The animals drink freely, the winter days are done.

The sounds of the days are soft and nice.

For the springs warmth has broken through the cold, cold ice.

The animals sing with joy, as they stretch and reach.

And down in Georgia you can see the signs of a new peach.

The signs of spring have come again, now all creation seems to gleam.

The animals seem bright as they sit in the sun's light beam.

The deer eat the new grass as the larks sing.

The whole world is happy for the gifts of spring.

Spring shows off its beauty as the sun shines bright.

The animals are happy in the new day's light.

The baby Foxes play, and the tadpoles swim and fawns gallop around gaily.

The signs of spring have brought out all the creations joy daily.

Kayla Goodwin

Original: March 3, 2004

Well I will try not to wait so long next time to update. Until next time... Keep writing.

Eating, chatting, and posting.

I am currently eating, chatting to Cait on AIM, and posting. I am so awesome. You know you are jealous. No really, I'm not that awesome. So without further vanity, here is the post for the day.

Freedom

Freedom is more than doing what you want.

Freedom is being able to see things in your own way.

Freedom is being able to spread your wings and fly off into the horizon.

Freedom is being able to be what and who you want to be.

Yet freedom is still much more than this.

Freedom is being able to take off the chains that bind you to the wall.

Freedom is being able to leave your cold, damp cell.

Freedom is what everyone dreams of even if they are told they are free.

So what does it truly mean to be free?

Maybe one day we will know, but for right now we shall continue to dream of being free.

Kayla Goodwin

Revised:August 28, 2009

I really like this next one. I already revised it a little bit. Just a few things here and there. I think there are still things to fix. All in all it is a good poem.

The Perfect Time of Year

In the sky the clouds are many.

On the ground the leaves move freely.

In the house all is warm and toasty.

It is the perfect time of the year.

The children run outside so happily.

They jump and shout with so much joy.

The ground is covered in leaves moving free.

This is the perfect time of the year.

The crunch of the leaves is head as the children run freely.

The cold can't keep them away,

They are wrapped in coats to keep them warm and toasty.

This is the perfect time of the year.

The children have fun as they laugh and play with joy.

The time of year has come where there are no worries just to be free.

They never knew they could feel this way, they play so happily.

This is the perfect time of the year.

Kayla Goodwin

Original: 3-8-04

Until next time... keep writing.

Been a while

So I am sorry that it has been so long. I have just been so busy. So I started school again today and I feel great. I love being in school.

Anyway back to the poetry. Here is the last poem I did in the revised form.

Flying Free

Flying free over all my foes.

Flying free, for freedom I can know.

Flying free over all the lakes.

Flying free, so thrills I can take.

Flying free is all I want to do.

Flying free, I feel brand new.

Flying free, my sorrows all fade.

Flying free, I am no longer afraid.

Flying free my troubles aren't what they seem.

Flying free I'm so happy I could gleam.

Flying free is all that I need.

Flying free, I am the true me.

Kayla Goodwin

Revised: August 21, 2009

I wish I hadn't had waited so long to get back to blogging, but I guess I was busy and just kind of never felt like I had the time. I promise I will stay up to date with it. Since I have 2 online classes maybe I will remember now. We will see.

Freedom

Freedom is more than doing what you want.

Freedom is being able to see things in your own way.

Freedom is being able to spread your wings and fly off into the horizon.

Freedom is being able to be what and who you want to be.

Yet freedom is still much more than this.

Freedom is being able to take off the chains that bind you to the wall.

Freedom is being able to leave your cold, damp cell.

Freedom is what everyone dreams of even if they are told they are free.

So what does it truly mean to be free?

Maybe one day we will know, but for right now we dream of being free.

Kayla Goodwin

Original: March 5, 2004

Saying Goodbye to a dear friend

Yesterday my family had to say goodbye to a dear dear friend. Our dog Pinto died yesterday in a tragic turn of events. I will not put the details up, but it was something that could have been avoided, but for various reasons it happened. It was no one's fault. It was just a tragedy. We are all still getting used to not seeing him running around outside. I am not sure if Butterscotch has figured out that he is no longer with us, but she does seem to look for him when she goes out.

Pinto sniffing around for crumbs.

Pinto laying down. A rare moment.

Now I am going to put down some things I will never forget about Pinto.

1. When we got Pinto 8 years ago, he was so cute and hyper. One of his ears stood up and the other was still halfway up. It was adorable.

2. He used to attack my best friends toes when she wore toe socks. He loved to attack her toes for some reason.

3. Pinto loved to run around in the yard.

4. One of Pinto's favorite things to do was chase the guineas that were from the neighbors house up our trees when they got in our yard. We think he didn't really want to catch them, but just to make the fly up in the trees. It was more of a game than a chase.

5. Pinto always knew when I had just put chapstick on. I swear he would come running and try to lick it off.

6. Pinto LOVED rides. Even when he was a puppy he would want to go for rides. The only thing was when he was young he would get car sick but thankfully he grew out of it.

7. Pinto would be a jerk to Butterscotch at times, but I know they loved each other like brother and sister. He was a great sibling to her.

8. Pinto could jump. I mean JUMP! We had to build a wall to keep him in the laundry room while we were gone when he was a pup and he learned to jump over it. Dad made it higher and he still jumped over it. Eventually we had the pieces of plywood that we put on top of each other and there was like an inch from the ceiling. That kept him in but when we got home you could hear him jumping on the wall. With him sitting on the ground he could just jump up to about my arm. It was amazing.

9. Pinto would eat anything. Well almost anything. He couldn't quite figure out how to eat a muscadine. It was fun to watch though. He loved anything potato. He even ate potato peelings.

10. The last couple of months Pinto kept running out into the woods whenever someone got home. There was something back there that he was after. We don't know what but he was always going after it.

Pinto will be missed, but never forgotten. He was a great dog. Our yard will never be the same. Maybe one day we will find another fun loving dog, but no dog will ever replace him.

A Week gone by so fast

I am so sorry for waiting a week before posting again. I am NOT going to revise the last poem. I am instead going to put up some newer poems. All of these are coming from my CURRENT poetry notebook.

Broken Glass

Glass shatters at my feet,

Bittersweet aroma wafts upward.

I sweep away the fragments,

And think of you following behind him.

Slowly I watch history repeat,

Will you realize before it's to late?

I watch you sip away,

I watch as you slowly slip away.

Broken glass at my feet,

I sweep them up.

Broken glass at my feet,

I'm to afraid to touch it.

Broken glass at my feet,

I might get hurt.

Glass shattered at my feet,

Bittersweet memories waft upward.

Kayla Goodwin

July 26, 2009

Moving Forward

I just want to know why our love failed so badly.

I just want to know why our love failed at all.

Sitting in the corner,

I watch as the world passes me by.

I don't feel like I once did.

I don't feel the same without you.

Why did our love have to fail?

I thought it would last forever.

Sitting in the corner,

You can't see my tears.

They fall down my checks,

But you won't see them.

Our love my have failed, but I don't care.

I will just continue to move forward.

Kayla Goodwin

July 22, 2009

This next poem was inspired one day by watching the rain on the window of my biology class. It was the first time that I ever wrote a poem about rain without it being melancholy.

Beautiful Damp Day

Brilliant bursts of sunlight glisten unbroken

Past the impenetrable, ebony, celestial puffs.

They radiate through moist droplets on my windowpane,

Making the dullness outside seem less ghastly.

The separate droplets race down the slippery glass,

Slowly they merge and form one long strand.

Unlike the previous times of gloomy weather,

The beauty has gracefully entered into my mind's eyes.

Oh, how did I miss such a sight before?

Such beauty in such a dark period.

I shall never forget this day.

This beautiful, nice day. The day when

Brilliant bursts of sunlight glistened unbroken

Past the impenetrable, ebony, celestial puffs, and

Radiated through moist droplets on my windowpane and

Made the dullness outside seem less ghastly.

Kayla Goodwin

February 2, 2009

Well I guess that does it for now. Until next time... keep writing.

A little bit o' fun today

Well today I am going to do a normal post, but there is a fun poem I came across that I want to share. I am not planning on editing it. I will post it last.

When

When will the sun come out from behind the dark clouds?

When will the flowers show their colors out of the cold ground?

When will the leaves grow on the tree's dead limbs?

When will my heart be set free from these horrible chains so that I can fly?

When will they see that this gloom is gone?

When will they see that spring has come?

When will winter spread its wings and fly?

When will they unlock these horrible bars so I can fly up high?

When will my life be full of joy again?

When will the hot sun melt the cold, cold snow?

When will the life come back that I used to know?

When will all these things fulfill my dreams?

Kayla Goodwin

Revised: July 28, 2009

This next one will need some work. I was trying way to hard to rhyme. I did that a lot at that point in my writing. Oh well, what can I do? Edit, edit, edit. That is what.

Flying Free

Flying free over all my foes.

Flying free for freedom I can know.

Flying free over all the lakes.

Flying free so thrills I can take.

Flying free is all I want to do.

Flying free I feel like brand new.

Flying free my sorrows all fade.

Flying free my fees don't have to be paid.

Flying free my troubles aren't what they seem.

Flying free I'm so happy I could gleam.

Flying free is all that I need.

Flying free I am the true me.

Kayla Goodwin

Original: March 4, 2004

Now for the fun poem I promised. I wrote this one day when I was in a writers block. Needless to say it got me out of the block.

Writers Block

I'm at a writer's block,

and I can't find the key to open the lock.

My head is full, but my heart is empty,

please God show me sympathy.

Kayla Goodwin

March 4, 2004

Well until next time... keep writing!

Knitting away and continuing to post!

Well I am almost done with Mom's blanket. I think I can get away with finishing it with the 7th skein. I was going to do 8 skeins, but I think I can convince Mom that it is long enough. Once I finish the actual knitting, then I am going up to the Ewe to learn how to weave in the ends and fix dropped stitches. Then I can also add tassels on the four corners. After that it will be ready for use. I can't wait to have it done. I have learned a lot about patience with this project.

Well anyway here is the post for today. Hope you enjoy it.

Lost

I am at a loss of words to say.

Now that I have lost my way.

What am I to do? What am I to say?

I now pray you will help lead me along my way.

I lie down my burdens, my sorrows, and pains.

Then maybe they won't drive me insane.

I you to help me along.

I need you to lead, teach and show me how to carry on.

Yet after you help I could never repay,

What you did and will do everyday.

You take away my fear and replace it with joy.

For I am at a loss of everything but your love.

Kayla Goodwin

Revised: July 25, 2009

This next poem is a good example of how much I hate winter time.

When

When will the sun come out from behind the dark clouds?

When will the flowers show their colors out of the cold ground?

When will the leaves grow on the tree's dead limbs?

When will my heart be set free from these horrible chains so I can fly?

When will they see that this gloom is gone?

When will they see that spring has come?

When will winter spread its wings and fly?

When will they unlock these horrible bars so I can fly up high?

When will my life be full of joy again?

When will the hot sun melt the cold, cold snow?

When will the life come back that I used to know?

When will all these things fulfill my dreams?

Kayla Goodwin

Original: February 23, 2004

Well until next time... keep writing.

Harry Potter Statistics

Today I am going to go out of the norm. I promise to post a normal post tomorrow but today is dedicated to that boy who lived. You know the one. He has unruly hair, glasses, and that famous lightning bolt scar. That's right I am talking about Harry Potter. I finally finished re-reading the series. Along the way I kept tabs on my progress. So here are my notes.

1. Harry Potter and the Sorcer's Stone: Started May 26, 2009 Ended June 1, 2009. Average pages read: 54 pages/day

2. Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets: Started June 1, 2009 Ended June 5, 2009. Average pages read: 68 pages/day

3. Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban: Started June 5, 2009 Ended June 9, 2009. Average pages read: 109 pages/day

4. Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire: Started June 9, 2009 Ended June 22, 2009. Average pages read: 53 pages/day

5. Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix: Started June 22, 2009 Ended July 4, 2009. Average pages read: 67 pages/day

6. Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince: Started July 4, 2009 Ended July 10, 2009. Average pages read: 93 pages/day

7. Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Started July 10, 2009 Ended July 24, 2009. Average pages read: 51 pages/day

Finally the whole series is 4,287 pages long (The pages from the books I read added together. This count varies depending on the different editions of books. ) It took me 60 days to read the series which means that I read on average 71 pages/day.

I hope you have enjoyed these stats. If not I am sorry. Just wanted to show my nerdyness.

Until next time.... keep writing and read, read, read!

Harry Potter and moving forward

Well today has been all about reading Harry Potter. Nothing else. I have had to put the book down because my ears started to hurt from my earbuds, my iPod was almost dead, and my eyes were getting tired. So I decided to post. (That is what my eyes really need right now. ) So here goes.

Perfect Love

Don't strive for perfection.

It's not what it is cut out to be.

Instead love them for who they are;

For the traits that can't be seen.

Don't try to change what they are,

The things that make them the person that you fell in love with.

True love looks beyond flaws,

For love is not perfect.

Kayla Goodwin

Revised: July 23, 2009

I have to say that I cracked up a little on my spelling of insane on this next one. I have fixed it because spelling errors are something that I would have fixed if it had already been typed up. Any way I spelled it "insaine". I love to go back and see such mistakes. It always makes me laugh. So here it is. "Lost"

Lost

I am at a loss of words to say.

Now that I have lost my way.

What am I to do? What am I to say?

I now pray you will lead my way.

I lay down my burdens, my sorrow, and pain.

Then maybe they won't drive me insane.

I need your help. I need your flow.

I need you to lead, teach and show me how.

Yet after you help I could never repay,

What you did and will do everyday.

You take away my fear and replace it with joy.

For I am at a loss of everything but your love.

Kayla Goodwin

Original: February 18, 2004

So that is it for today. Until next time... keep writing. And never let your spelling get you down. No matter how atrocious it is.

Day of reading

Today has been nothing but mainly reading. But here is my post for the day. I have to say I have been doing pretty good lately with keeping on top of this. I have to say I need to pat myself on the back.

Poem #300

When you leave this world,

Your life leaves a little something behind.

Leave a memory or two for those you love,

In order to remember you.

When you die, make it less hard,

For them when they say good-bye.

Let them remember your smile,

So that tears won't flow as hard.

Kayla Goodwin

Revised: July 22, 2009

Well I apparently was going through a short poem phase. This next one is short. I love the simplicity I had at this age. I thought things were still just black and white. I didn't see the gray in life. This poem is an example of that.

Perfect Love

Don't strive for perfection. It's not what it is cut out to be.

Instead love them for who they are and for the traits that no eye can see.

Don't try to change what they are, the things they are deep down inside.

For if you already love them then why would you want to change what keeps them alive?

Kayla Goodwin

Original: February 12, 2009

Until next time.. just keep writing.

Pink lemondae, poetry, and editing.

Well last night Cait and I swapped novels for us to read them through and fix any tense errors and such. I am almost done with hers and she has been done with mine. I hope that it doesn't suck. Hers is really good. So anyway here is today's entry.

Underneath

This mask you see is not the true me.

Yet is is not the only one that I wear.

You think you know what is really underneath,

But the masks don't show what is really there.

Underneath this mask is the real me.

Underneath is everything my heart chases.

Underneath lies the way I think life should be;

Who I am, the things I desire, the things I admire.

Maybe one day you will be able to lift this mask off my face.

I will learn how to embrace,

Myself, the world and you.

Underneath this mask, you'll find the real true me.

Kayla Goodwin

Revised: July 21, 2009

This next poem I guess I couldn't come up with a name for so I just titled it Poem #300. I guess as long as it has a title of some form it is fine.

Poem #300

When you leave this world, your life leaves a little something behind.

Leave a memory or two for those to those to remember you.

When you die don't make it hard for them to say good-bye.

When you die, let them remember your smile so maybe they won't cry.

Kayla Goodwin

Original: No Date

Well that does it for today. Until next time, keep writing.

Creative juices flow free

So I have decided to look at life in this way: When life gives you lemons, squeeze them until your creative juices flow. I have decided to take what one of my friends told me to heart. He told me to just keep moving forward. The best way for me to do this is to just write, edit, and read. All these things help me move forward. I also should knit some. I am so close to the end of Mom's blanket. But anyway here is today's post.

Reach for the Sky

Reach for the sky,

for you will find that is where your true passions lie.

Soar over all your problems no matter how hard they seem,

for then you will find your true dream.

Reach for the stars,

for then you find who you really are.

Never give up, never let go,

for when it is all over then more wisdom you shallknow.

Reach for the sky,

for your heart and passions lie up high.

Only if you reach, reach for the stars.

No matter if it seems too far.

Kayla Goodwin

Revised: July 20, 2009

Underneath

The mask I wear when I'm with you isn't true.

Yet the masks I wear with other allies are lies.

The masks that I wear don't show what's really there.

To see the true me you have to look deeper, then the truth you'll see.

If you look underneath then you will see the true me.

Underneath this isolated face is what my heart will chase.

Underneath you'll find the ways I think life should be, the real true me.

Who I am, the things I desire, the things I admire.

Underneath the mask, you'll find the real true me.

Kayla Goodwin

February 2, 2004

Well that does it for today. Until next time, keep writing.

A month late...

Ok so it has been over a month since I last posted. Sorry about that. Just haven't been in a mood to write, but now I am feeling slightly back to normal. I have revised "War of Persicution" but since it has been a month since I last posted I will put up the old version, the new version, then the poem that I will edit next. I do have to say I am glad to be back and blogging. I am hoping I can keep it up. I need to work on my self-discipline I guess. As I have stated before that is what this blog is helping with also, not just poetry. So without further ado... here are the poems in the order that I have already stated.

Original Version:

War of Persecution

To the left, to the right.

Which is the better sight?

To the left, to the right.

Will I see the end of the night?

To the left, to the right.

Either way may be a terrible sight.

To the left, to the right.

Will I see the tunnel of light.

Nazis, Nazis every where.

Oh what a terrible sight.

I never thought it was hard to be a Jew,

Until Hitler came anew.

Now all I hear is this sad tune:

To the left, to the right.

My fate is coming soon.

I hear the Nazi say “ You to the right.”

Oh, will I see the light?

I find myself standing in a camp full of fear and sorrow.

I guess this is the best of the whole horror.

I find myself wondering what was to the left.

I wonder what I have left.

I am given little food,

How can they be so crude?

Such little water to drink.

Each day I seem to shrink.

I am roused at the break of day,

To work till there is nothing I can say.

Oh, the torture, the misery!

How can all this be?

I keep wondering about those to the left,

Oh, what was to the left?

Was right the better deal?

How could all this be so real?

The days take forever to pass,

And I seem to run out of energy, out of gas.

When will this torture end?

When will I see my friends again?

Alas! The war is over,

Just like a four leave clover.

Out of the unfortunate luck,

I'm pulled out of the muck.

Kayla Goodwin

No Original Date

Revised Version:

War of Persecution

To the left, to the right.

Which is the better sight?

To the left, to the right.

Will I see the end of the night?

To the left, to the right.

Either way may be a terrible sight.

To the left, to the right.

Will I see that famous tunnel of light.

Nazis, Nazis every where.

Oh what a terrible sight.

I never thought it was hard to be a Jew,

Until Hitler came into view.

Now all I hear is this sad tune:

To the left, to the right.

My fate is coming soon.

I hear the Nazi say “ You! To the right.”

Oh dear! Will I see it through this night?

I find myself standing in a camp full of fear and sorrow.

I guess this is the best of the whole horror.

I find myself wondering what was to the left.

I wonder what I have left.

I am given little food,

How can they be so crude?

Such little water to drink.

Each day I seem to shrink.

Everyday I arise,

Forced to do work that I soon despise.

Oh, the torture, the misery!

How can all this be?

I keep wondering about those to the left,

Oh, what was to the left?

Was right the better deal?

How could all this be so real?

The days tick slowly by

As my energy depletes I look up to the sky.

When will this torture end?

When will I see my friends again?

Just when I feel as if I can't hold on any more,

Our saviors come and pick us up off these filthy floors.

The war is over!

This torture is over!

Kayla Goodwin

Revised July 19, 2009

Next Poem to be edited:

Reach for the Sky

Reach for the sky, for that's where your true passions lie.

Soar over all your problesm no matter how hard they seem, for there you find your true dream.

Reach for the stars, for then you find who you really are.

Never give up, never let go, for all the wisdom you shall know.

Reach for the sky, for your heart and passion lie up high.

Only if you reach, reach for the stars no matter if it seems to far.

Kayla Goodwin

January 28, 2004

Well I think that does it for today. Until next time, even if it is a month, keep writing.

Long fun day

Well today was a good day. Mom and I went to see up. I have to say it is a very good family flick. It was funny and was very intriguing to watch. I give it a 5 out of 5. After the movie Mom and I went to Olive Garden and had the new Lasagna Rollatini with Chicken. I have to say it is very yummy. I love Olive Garden. After eating we went to Khols and I got a new skirt and blouse. I also got 3 new pairs of stud earrings. I have been needing more earrings because I seem to always lose one of a pair. 

So now on to the poetry. Here is the revised poem.   

Follow Your Heart

Follow your heart for it will never fail you.

It will never give up on your like some people you will meet in life.

If you follow your heart, then your dreams will come true,

Even in the midst of all your life's strife.

Follow your passions and you will gain much.

You will gain more than the world could ever offer you.

Follow your passion and you will gain more than you've ever received.

You will get something that only your heart can offer.

So why listen to your head,

When you could listen to your heart instead?

So follow your heart.

For it is right from the very start.

Kayla Goodwin

June 13, 2009

The next poem is yet another historical poem. It seems that I got into a very historical moment for a while. So here it goes.

War of Persecution

To the left, to the right.

Which is the better sight?

To the left, to the right.

Will I see the end of the night?

To the left, to the right.

Either way may be a terrible sight.

To the left, to the right.

Will I see the tunnel of light.

Nazis, Nazis every where.

Oh what a terrible sight. 

I never thought it was hard to be a Jew,

Until Hitler came anew.

Now all I hear is this sad tune:

To the left, to the right.

My fate is coming soon.

I hear the Nazi say “ You to the right.” 

Oh, will I see the light?

I find myself standing in a camp full of fear and sorrow.

I guess this is the best of the whole horror.

I find myself wondering what was to the left.

I wonder what I have left. 

I am given little food,

How can they be so crude? 

Such little water to drink.

Each day I seem to shrink.

I am roused at the break of day,

To work till there is nothing I can say.

Oh, the torture, the misery!

How can all this be?

I keep wondering about those to the left,

Oh, what was to the left?

Was right the better deal?

How could all this be so real?

The days take forever to pass,

And I seem to run out of energy, out of gas.

When will this torture end?

When will I see my friends again?

Alas! The war is over,

Just like a four leave clover.

Out of the unfortunate luck,

I'm pulled out of the muck. 

Kayla Goodwin

No Original Date

I am already contemplating adding another stanza to the end. It seems to end to suddenly. I know I need to work on some of the ryhmes. Some seem a little to forced. All in all I like this poem. It is really good already. I have to give myself a pat on the back. It was really well thought out. I have to say this is one of my favorites. 

Well I guess that is all today. Until next time... keep writing!

Up Early Once Again

Well again I am up early. I have already begun another project. One of my friends told me about this site called paperbackswap and I decided this morning to check it out. You create an account, and then post books and people can request the books and all you have to do is print out the wrapper and then pay for postage. I have already put up like 12 or so books. You earn credits for when someone gets a book from you. You get 2 credits to begin with once you post 10 books. Then after that you get more by people receiving your books. This is pretty awesome. It is pretty much a free thing. I mean you pay for postage, but at the same time so does the person who sends you a book so it is pretty much even. I have already ordered 2 books. I can't wait to send and receive books. So anyway on with the poetry. I just thought other people might want to know about that little bit of info. 

When the Snow Melts

When the snow melts and the flowers begin to bloom,

Then all the cheers and cheeps block out the gloom.

When the animals awaken and greet the new season,

Then all will be glad for a very good reason.

When the snow melts and the sun shines again,

Then all of creation will be wearing a grin.

When the butterfly spreads its wings and flies away.

Then all of my gloomy thoughts flee, for these are better days.

When the snow melts and springs has come,

I begin to be more adventuresome. 

When the snow melts, so does my heart

Just like it was in the very start.

Kayla Goodwin

June 10, 2009

So here is the new poem. 

Follow Your Heart

Follow your heart for it will never fail you.

It will never give up on your like other people you meet in life.

If you follow your heart, then your dreams will come true.

Even in the midst of all your life's strife.

Follow your passions and  you will gain a lot.

You will gain more than the world could ever offer.

Follow your passion and you will gain more than you've ever got.

You will get something that your heart could only offer.

So why listen to your head,

When you could listen to your heart instead?

So follow your heart.

For it is right from the start.

Kayla Goodwin

January 22, 2004

Well I guess that concludes today's post. Until next time... keep writing!

Let sleeping dogs lie....and snore

Well it has officially been a week since I last updated. It hasn't been that I haven't had the time, on the contrary I have had plenty of time. It is mainly because I have had my nose in the Harry Potter series. I am re-reading it and I am having problems putting it down. I mean I even was walking around the house yesterday with Prisoner of Azkaban in my hand doing things like letting Butterscotch out and doing things that could be done with one hand. It was that bad.

It is early for me. I usually don't get up till at least 9 usually later. I was awoken this morning by pain. That is all I will say. Butterscotch however is sleeping quite well right now next to me. She is snoring a little at that. So anyway I will now post the poems for today. 

Shine Like a Star

Shine like a star no matter who you are!

Be brave;

Stand tall.

Face your problems big or small.

Believe in your dreams in order to achieve.

Shine like a star no matter where you are!

Fly up to the sky.

Be yourself and soar high.

Play your music;

Never be quiet.

Be all you can be.

Shine like a star no matter who or where you are!

Kayla Goodwin

May 23, 2009

Notice I actually revised it before today, but just was to lazy to post it. At least I revised it already. Now for the next poem on the chopping block.

When the Snow Melts

When the snow melts and the flowers bloom

Then all the cheers and cheeps block out the gloom. 

When the animals awake and greet the new season

Then all know that gone is the winter season.

When the snow melts and the sun shines again

Then all of creation is wearing a grin.

When the butterfly spreads its wings and soars

Then all of my thoughts are gone for they begin to soar.

When the snow melts and springs has come

Then I will fly over all of the tings that have gone and come

When the snow melts then so does my heart

Just like it did in the very start.

Kayla Goodwin

(No date)

I will try my best to update tomorrow. Hopefully I can put down Goblet of Fire long enough to do so. Maybe...

Until next time... keep writing. 

 

Little Angel at home with the Lord

This is not going to be a normal post for me. I  feel as if I need to tell the world about a very dear girl who went to see her Lord yesterday afternoon at 4:15. She was 12 and died from Rhabdomyosarcoma, a muscle cancer. She was a blessing to all who knew her. I got the privilege to be a part of the Hand bell team at my church this Christmas and she was also there. She was at almost every practice and she made us all smile, either because she just said something very funny or because she was smiling. That girl had some kind of spirit. One that makes me rethink things when I feel bad. 

This girl is so amazing. She went through watching her mother fight Breast cancer and then watched as her mother lost the battle. Then a few months after loosing her mother, Megan was diagnosed with Rhabdomyosarcoma. She never stopped smiling though. On May 4, 2009 my town held a day dedicated solely to her. People gathered at the elementary school and walked to the public square. There were hundreds of people in the parade, me included, and then when we arrived at the square there were even more people on the square. All you could see was blue, her favorite color.Many people were wearing "Team Megan" shirts. I can only say that I am glad God blessed this community with such a lovely girl. May we always remember to wear a smile and find joy even in the toughest times. I will never forget that girl. She was so sweet. 

I have included some links. The first is her caringbridge site (This is where her family posted so everyone who was praying could keep up with how she was doing.) The next is a link to an article in the local newspaper  about Megan. 

I really don't know what else to say. I just know that Megan is at home and at peace. She is with her mother and they are most likely playing a game of softball. 

God Bless the Brittain family.

Follow your heart

So I am back again. Sorry it has been so long. Well here is the revised poem.

Trail of Tears and Fears

They call it the trail of tears,

But I call it the trail of fears.

The pain, the sorrow;

Oh the horror!

How could we do such horrid?

The ground was damp from all the tears.

The air was filled with all their fears.

The people tripped over the dead,

As they walked with such dread.

Oh, the trail of tears.

Oh, the trail of fears.

The pain and sorrow

That caused such horror.

They walked along past the mighty Mississippi,

As the wind blew, quite nippy.

Through all the tears, fears, and all the crying babes.

They walked day to night and night to day.

Oh, the trail of tears.

Oh, the trail of fears.

Through rain, sleet, snow, and all sorts of weather.

The pain and sorrow

That caused such a horror.

Oh, the trail of tears and fears!

Kayla Goodwin

June 1, 2009

So now for the new poem. 

Follow Your Heart

Follow your heart for it will never fail you.

It will never give up on your like other people you meet in life.

If you follow your heart, then your dreams will come true.

Even in the midst of all your life's strife.

Follow your passions and  you will gain a lot.

You will gain more than the world could ever offer.

Follow your passion and you will gain more than you've ever got.

You will get something that your heart could only offer.

So why listen to your head,

When you could listen to your heart instead?

So follow your heart.

For it is right from the start.

Kayla Goodwin

January 22, 2004

So until next time...keep writing.