August

  Favorite Part: Well. A lot has happened this month. The most exciting of which was definitely getting my first job! (Finally.) I now work at the Tower Deli in Thanksgiving Point and it's actually super fun and I am loving it. I ALSO have another job now, sort of a side thing, where I'm teaching a weekly drama class at Canyon Grove Academy Distance Education. Today was my first day doing that which was super fun as well. So, I'd probably say just becoming more independent (and getting money) was probably my favorite part of this month :)
    Reading: Hmm. Oh, I read a historical fiction series about a girl living in the time the LDS church was restored. There were two books, titled Palmyra and Kirtland, and I really enjoyed them, I'm just not sure other people would. I just really like books like that about sweet, simple characters learning life lessons. Some people might find them slow, but that doesn't bother me as long as there is depth in the book, I guess.
    Listening to: Lots of random stuff.
    Learning: How to get back on a schedule again and balance a billion responsibilities. I'm really happy to be accomplishing things again though.
   Thinking about: To-Do Lists. And being busy and going from one place to the next.
    Doing: Basically, school & work.
    Next month: More school & work. Yay! I'll also be taking the ACT....and I feel like I've lost the motivation to make my life sound exciting lol.
   
   

Poem #10: Ode to Alison

            You bring me sunshine on a cloudy day,

Your smile is like a shelter from the rain,

When we laugh together then my soul sings,

And when we are quiet I am at peace

Your friendship is one of my favorite gifts

That God has chosen to bestow on me,

Our memories will stay and never die,

To bring us joy when we need it the most,

You’ve always been there and you always will,

Forever in my heart my dear, you’ll be.

Poem #9: The Mountain Climber

The mountain is steep

I inhale fresh air and smile

I love the journey

Poem #8: Smile

Darling

Turn up your mouth

Push the ends to the sky

Share the joy of your soul with me

Please smile

Poem #7: The Boy I Loved For a Day

Curly hair and an impish grin,

Merry green eyes and a confident chin,

When he winked at me I got butterflies,

He wasn’t afraid to look into my eyes,

He told me he’d buy me an ice cream cone,

And then he said he’d walk me home,

Will you meet me here tomorrow? He asked.

I told him I would and I thought this might last.

The next day I came to the very same spot,

Hoping he’d be in the place that he ought,

But I waited and waited for nearly an hour,

My beautiful dreams had begun to turn sour,

I started to look for him everywhere

Then slowly realized he wouldn’t be there,

My anger built up til I thought I would burst,

He must have found some other girl first.

A woman walked by with a tear on her cheek,

I asked if I could help, but she couldn’t speak,

Finally she looked at me and wearily spoke,

“My son is has been killed and I haven’t much hope,”

Her son was the boy with the curly hair,

The green eyes and wink that was too much to bear,

He’d been hit by a car on his way home that night,

And there was nothing to do, no way to fight,

Since that day I’ve been thinking how tragic is life,

Where a soul can so quickly leave this place of strife,

I never really knew him, at least not for long,

But I feel that a part of me is suddenly gone.

His mother and I remain friends to the end

The last twenty years we have started to mend.

I’ve gained a sweet love, but I’ll never forget,

How that dear boy’s eyes looked on the day we first met.

Poem #6: The Ocean

The ocean has a part of me it’s true,

A piece of pure wild dancing gracelessly,

Within my soul it comes and goes sometimes,

And when it goes I know where it has gone,

Back to the sea, the place where it belongs.

The ocean has a piece of me indeed,

It’s gentle waves stir gentleness in me,

It breathes contentment, calm and peace of mind,

And tells me that my answers are inside.

I look within and then I sweetly know

I’ve found my missing piece beside the shore.

The ocean is a trusted friend of mine,

For though she may seem inconstant to some,

The balance she strikes between calm and wild,

Is a wonderful thing to emulate

Poem #5: To My Sister

  12 years old, and your long, thin legs kick up in the air,

Cartwheeling over the grass,

The long lines of your body seem to be continually reaching towards the sky.

Oh, how I hope you will always be reaching up...

The world will try to say you aren’t beautiful...but what do they know?

Your beauty goes deeper than an ocean, more enchanting than the pearl found at the bottom.

Your eyes are as blue as pieces of the sky you are reaching for and your hands are creators, creators of all sorts of wonderful things.

Never forget that you hold the key to joy inside of you. Never forget that you can create reality from the gossamer web of  your dreams.

Fly, darling girl, fly away and show the world the beauty that you are.

Poem #4: An Invitation

Enter

a lovely house,

with walls built of paper,

furnished with ink to tell a tale,

a book.

#poetrymarathon2016

Poem #3: The Nectarine Tree

 A pink crescent moon in an indigo sky,

was my ceiling that night, though I didn't ask why,

Simply breathed it all in, feeling strangely content,

as I plucked fruit from a tree that was broken and bent.

We worked in the dark, til a floodlight turned on,

illuminating the scene, spilling light on the lawn,

In that strange brilliant glow I grabbed fistfuls of fruit, 

trying hard to relieve the poor tree of it's loot,

Tired and worn, her branches drooped to the ground,

unable to carry even one more pound,

In her shame there was beauty, with her graceful green leaves, 

Gently framing her branches, like a gown with fine sleeves,

The nectarines she grew were hard and small,

but their deep royal colour was not ugly at all.

The scene had great beauty, a part of me knew, 

It felt like a secret, no one else had a clue.

But pink crescent moons in an indigo sky, don't happen too often, and I will not ask why,

I'll simply take what I'm given, but won't ask for more,

else I become like the fruit tree, hurt by the beauty she bore

#poetrymarathon2016

Poem #2: Chocolate

I need

Bittersweet, decadent

To inhale it’s scent, bite into the taste, let it melt my senses

My soul reaches out for the thing that it craves, the sweet dark richness,

To breathe, bite, taste,

Smooth and luscious,

 Darkest of dark chocolate.

#poetry marathon2016

Poem #1 New Day

The earth is quiet as I wake

She holds all her songs upon her tongue

She’s waited through the long cold night

To watch the silent dawn.

A new day comes with gentle calm

No grand announcement marks her birth

But all below immersed in light

Baptized in the newness of a rising sun.

My soul in awe tiptoes before

The way the dawn makes all look strange

And fresh

and brilliant

and full of magic scattered through

the day.

My soul has been re- born again

Splashed clean in the earliest rays of day.

I’m glad I woke. I’m glad I paused.

To watch the silent dawn.

#poetrymarathon2016

July Wrap-Up

    Favorite part: Girl's Camp was a ton of fun, and a very bittersweet experience since it was my last year, and my sister's first. Lots of memories from that week that I will treasure for a long time :)
    Reading: I just finished an excellent book. Between Friends by Debbie Macomber. It was written in a really unique way, and it had great depth to the characters and relationships. A really beautiful story about life, love and friendship that became one of my favorites after I read it in one day, haha.
    Listening to: Still mostly Regina and Ingrid Michaelson :)
    Learning: That my attitude creates my reality and I don't need to be dependent on anyone but myself and God for a knowledge of my worth and strength.
    Thinking about: Plans for the future and getting ready for the upcoming school year.
    Doing: Spending time with friends, reading, writing, still trying to get a job, watching lots of Aspyn + Parker vlogs (sort of a guilty pleasure), yoga, and wearing the same pair of shorts almost every day.
   Next month: A family camping trip, less time on social media, my first poetry marathon (!!!) and starting school!