Old books

oh, there is something about old books
they not only hold the story that was long ago
written and printed in the pages, but they hold
the story of the book itself. A book that is way
older than you are and has lived through so much
has seen the times change, even the words we use have
changed. but there it sits. a beautiful history
sitting elegantly on the shelf of my bedroom. if it
could speak what stories would it tell
of the many readers its pages have entrance.
i want to added to that list of readers, that span
the years and generations. so i open the book, and
smell the years on the pages. to swim in a story
written a hundred or more years before me.

when life seems like it's falling apart it might
just be falling into place. this quote has been
on my best friends refrigerator for the past year.
i would look at it and kinda understand it but shrug
it off at the same time. I think that now i can fully
understand the meaning it holds. when the earthquake
struck Haiti and my poor little sister was there it truly
felt like the world was falling apart. but things happened
and slowly step by step my life fell into place. hope
and failer of her coming home was the cruel game
we had been playing for a long time. and when that
devastation hit i felt like i couldn't breath.
but slowly things happened miracles happened
and now i feel like life has fallen into place.
my little sister is home and i can hug her and love her.
all the fear that i held for so long in my heart for
her can take a deep sighing breath and rest! trials
are a chance for miracles. i truly believe that!
if anything ever was
a mighty miracle it's having that little girl home

remeber hait

it's been one month since the earthquake in haiti.
it seems like it has been a lifetime. i can't even
fathome what has happened in the past one month period.
it's been the most pain and also i have seen so many
miracles happen. my life has forever been changed.
i now have a little sister
after four years of waiting, but i also went through the
worst few days of my life. not knowing, not knowing if she
was alright or even alive in that disastrous country. then
the hopes and disappointments of thinking we would get her
home and then not. so when it came it was all too much to
believe. each night praying for my little sister but never
knowing, almost doubting. and now she is in my family, in my
arms. the people of Haiti are so strong. even before the earth
brought the world tumbling down on them they had it bad. they
always had lived life in it's hardest. these are people who
would make mud pies to fill their stomachs so they didn't
scream with hunger. they now have looked death in the eyes,
and survived. they have seen many of their closest family and
friends die cruel deaths and they continue to live, i don't
know how you could be that strong! all i know is that we can
not forget Haiti. after a month it seems to fade from the top
of our lists and we forget it to move on to more pleasant issues.
we can't let that happen. pray for them, love them and help them
in anyway you possibly can. i have seen what a few people can do
and it amazes me. the miracles that can happen with some help from
heaven. so as Haiti is trying to heal help them, at least don't
forget them !

she stood in a water of uncertainty.
she not only couldn't figure things out in her life
but things were also still unclear in her mind
and everytime she tried to play the process and figure it all out
she just got more confused
how do you not know what your feeling
but that was exactly how she was feeling
things made sense in her heart but as soon as she tried
to think about them it was just unsensible and a jumbled mess

wow i feel like a new person, in the span of one month so much has happened.

haiti earthquake

as i saw the world crash down upon those i loved i wanted to reach out, to help.
but i cannot reach through the television, and i can't fly there.
so i sat on the couch, helpless. with heavy tears in my eyes, streaming down to my broken heart. the country i had so long ago given my heart to, the country of my sisters. helplessly i fell to my knees. i was human, just one girl i couldn't do anything. but i did know who could so i fell to my knees. and as tears mixed with prayer i plead to save my sister. to keep her safe and bring her home to me. i prayed harder and more than ever before. and through the death and destruction i knew she would be alright. my father in heaven was holding her in his arms. he knew her, he loved her. and he loved me.

the next day was probably the hardest day of my entire life, the uncertainty, the plain not knowing. you know the phrase what you don't know can't hurt you, well i would beg a differ. the empty void of unknowns. i prayed all day. and i cried all day. i sat in class, the teachers talking away. i didn't take notes, i wasn't even listening. my saddened eyes occasionally leaking a tear before i would quickly wipe it away. the day passed excruciatingly slow, each second a heartbeat. without the help of dear friends i would have lost it. i got home and ate. i ate whatever i could find and then went to sleep. i guess that is how i can cope with things. sad, yes, but necessary for survival. i napped for about two and a half hours. waking up to go to my uncles birthday dinner. surrounded by my cousins and aunt, uncles and family i felt slightly better. they were all worried about their niece, granddaughter, cousin and they were all praying. my little sister told my other sister that things would be ok. because my little Haitian sister is brave! she said it like she knew for sure. and i guess she did. that little tefe had been through more than i will probably ever be asked to go through. and then on the day of her eighth birthday a quake, one that shook her entire world. i can only imagine the fears of over two hundred little orphans all terrified. my sister one of them. she shouldn't have to go through that but she did. she should have been home with us, but she wasn't.

if the news could have hit any harder it would not have been news it would have been a rock and it would have bruised him and broken his bones. maybe better it was a rock because words could sting ten times more. brusies healded and you forgot where they were but words were not so kind. if only life were a package of m&m's where you could sort our red from orange and yellow and blue and only eat the ones that you truly favoried.

 

 

you are, and i am

You are the blow dryer with it's dragon breath
you are the shinny penny on the cement beneath my toes
you are the key that donsn't appear to open anything
you are the jar of peanut butter with no lid
you are the endless paper chain linking forever and never

however you are not
the sheets fresh from the dryer, warn and folded
or the single Lego in the spoon drawer
and you are not the raindrops that hit my window screen
nor are you the fuzzy turtle magnet stuck on the fridge

it is possible that you are
the toothpaste tube half squeezed out but still minty and fresh
of the cute shoes that hurt my feet but that i still wear

But we all know that you are not
the TV remote snuggled into the couch
and could never be the pocket knife dangerously dull

And because you ask yes
i am the pot of ink spilled across the desk
and the Tuscan painting on the wall
and if you insist i am also
the book with dog-eared pages
and the extra red lipstick applied with care

yes i am the pearl braclet
and the old record player spinning endlessly
and indeed i am the clock ticking backwards
loosing time, waiting
but don't worry you are still the dragon blow dryer, forever
for i cannot breath fire
and i am no shinny penny

ohhh monday! why in the world do we have them. they are torturous and evil ! awww! i can't waite for saturday i am so excited!

A is buying some shoes to impress B who is dreaming of C
C knows A likes Band could never betray a friend
D is wishing A would notice him. E id glad that it isn't friday
and F is wishing that it was. G is dreaming of a date with D
H is at a movie with I and J is missing K who is about to cry
L is buying M a ring, M us eloping to vegas with N.
O is thinking A is cute. P is wishing she was C. Q is holding E"S

great great somebody

I am alive, and right now to me I am the most important thing.
The air I inhale matters, the things I do influence
But when I die and I am not more than a vague memory,
I will not be your most important.
When my great great grandkids hear about their grandma Kate,
Will that mean anything?
Or will it be yet another name on a long list of ancestors long deceased.
Will I disappear into a name.
Only a name on a page. I can’t say I am any better.
I don’t know those who I have never met
My great great somebody on my grandpa’s side
But it saddens me.
Could I be more?
Could I forge a mark on the future if I’m not a part of it?
Or are we to live for now, for those with us now.
And then accept being a name, a great great somebody
on my grandpas side

what are men compared to rocks and mountains and carriages that work? \
-- pride and prejudice

to do list

finally decide to writ to do list
watch all the lord of the rings movies
go to the lake and take funny pictures
finally get that book from Erin
buy a really good sandwich
go to the art center next to library
write about the art in art center
play with little sister
avoid watching movie with little sister
kiss her
read the really good book i got from Erin
get excited for my birthday on Friday
do laundry
go to sleep before midnight, if possible
practice viola
go on a bike ride
go to the cutest antique stor with Erin
maybe do some homework, if necessary
get pictures taken for passport
wish i had somewhere to go with that passport
smile
finish to do list

The war flash fiction

She sat next to the mailbox waiting for the delivery.
a letter, a phrase, a word! anything. It never came.
All the small boxes had letters in them, hope, news,anything!
hers sat empty it was just a mailbox. His last name beautiful painted on it.
oh that last name the one she had so happily taken on her wedding day.
but now it was alone, no letter. Just like her, all alone.
And then the letter came. and he had died!
she sat next to the mailbox and cried her soul out.
wishing that the letter had never come.
wishing that the war had never happened.

I had a great day! I just really liked it! I love the feeling of being
extremely happy and not even having a reason! I love it!

Repunzil flash fiction

He was coming she knew it! The tower couldn't hold her in forever.
Someday she would be free, escape the heat and the darkness. see the moon!
But her gold hair turned grey and the moon never shone.

Mother nature flash fiction

He studied them all, one at a time until he had written everything about each of them.
Every rock,bug, leaf, and tree. He filled notebooks with observations.
They would be amazed at the things he discovered.
spending each day meticulously writing it all down.
He knew the forest enough to unlock all of its secrets.
Then one night lightning stuck, while he was gathering wood.
It burned his tent, his notebooks.
Everything he knew when up in flames. spontaneous combustion.
Nature likes her privacy. So he went home and became a firefighter.