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.