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.