pencils are just the beginning

They're missing/lost. I don't know. My brand new ones. I can't remember where I put them and my current pencils in my case are so short it's a crime.

Missing pencils are just the beginning.

I'm missing a lot.

*heartfelt sigh*.

I must concentrate on glimmers of hope, joy and peace that surpasses all understanding.

"drinking tea is a form of intelligence"

Imagine being handed 250 words to write a whatever-you-want profile about someone that you only admire from a fair distance?

I get to do that.

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I'm imagining a lot of things lately.

cram

I'm learning how to cram for:

my tests
my life
my answers
my reactions
my responses
my attitude
my love
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"You have a unique message to deliver, a unique song to sing, a unique act of love to bestow. This message, this song, and this act of love have been entrusted exclusively to the one and only you..." John Powell, S.J.

what it comes down to

So what do you do when there are people and words that are perhaps trying "bring you down"?

You stand there, arms flung wide and state: "you have nothing on me".

Then one of your favourite people reminds you of what he always told you before.
"Positivity".*
Yep, I remember.

Then a beautiful person says:
"Baby girl, remember how much love you have in your life."
Yep, wow.
Lot's.*

Honestly, I know that any negative has nothing on me.*
I just know.

thanks God.

*remember.

SPIN IT

There is a feeling
Stirring within
A feeling of unrest
Unsettlement

There is a tear
Falling outside
A tear that falls freely
Mixed up

There is an expression
Flitting across the face
An expression hard to read
Masked

There is a thought
Passing like the moments
A thought that is hard to bear
Shut it out

There is a conclusion
One that will tell
A conclusion not yet here
Please come

....For many things, for many reasons.

God take my mind and spin it however it needs spinning.
Take my heart and spin it likewise.
Take my motives, my life, my all and...
Spin it.
SPIN IT.

a poem

“Gone Away”

Little boy he’s gone away
He’s gone away to another day

He thought he could not love for gain
What he saw within was pain

His heart was open, his mind was closed
Unshed tears in him arose

Hope was low, despair was there
All he saw was that tear

That tear created by his brokenness
The realization he was not missed

Questions with no answers
Going away, he decided was the answer

He left one day to search for more
Dreaming of when he’d settle the score

Whatever it was, wherever it was
He was searching down below

He’s gone now, so far away
Another chance, another day

Little boy, not so little now
He’s gone away some way somehow

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I wrote this for Writer's Craft.
I'm pretty proud.