Sometimes, I feel like my temper and I are standing on opposite sides of a glass wall. Every time I get annoyed, my temper punches the wall, and it cracks. A tiny crack, but enough to make it easier next time I get frustrated. Sometimes, after a lot of punching, the wall shatters. I can’t prevent the wall from shattering, but I can pick up the pieces and build a new one.
It’s a rounded hole
Overflowing with steamy liquid
The smooth, brown shield
Hides the mysteries within
My stick breaks the surface
And the liquid scatters
For a second, I see an endless hole
Of clutter
But then, the coating returns
And the ingredients of my soup
Are hidden once more.
Brainstorm ideas
Think out of the box
Push yourself to be your best
Be caring, be kind
Be helpful and thoughtful
And put your heart to the test
Take care of yourself
Take care of others
Take care of the things you share
Take of care of your body
Take care of your clothes
Take care of your toenails and hair
I know this poem
Doesn’t have much to do
With the Emily that you know
But that just proves
If you only check the surface
How much doesn’t show
Because my Mommy tells me these things
And her mommy told her them too
But now, Mommy, you do these things
Because you’re perfect just being you.
I love you more
Then I can say
In a couple of words on a page
So I’ll just say three, and here they are:
Mommy, Happy Birthday.
Circles that never end,
Lines of black that turn and bend
Fields of blue forevermore
And to think you bought it in a store.
Boxy, squared, black and gray
Bulky, always in the way
Thin, long, lots of lights
Colors from red to blue to white
Hard to pick
To make a decision
When I use
My television
Lumpy, grumpy, curdled up
Black and blue and green
If my sleeping bag was a person,
It would be really mean
It feel like there’s something missing there.
I can’t stop feeling it, yet I know eventually I will.
Someday, this hole will close.
It will be replaced after time.
Translation: I lost my tooth and it is really annoying!
For those of you who don’t know, it worked out that I got Drake. He is so cute and cuddly and I love him. He’s crate-trained, good with other dogs, and great on walks. I think he’s the perfect dog for our family, and I’m so glad it worked out. In other news, I have a chorus concert next week… On crazy hair day. Yeah, let’s see how that works out.
My Mom’s friend is holding a dog for “foster care”. They are trying to find him a forever home. His name is Drake. He is a Chow-Chow and German Shepherd mix. He has beautiful, short red fur. He also has big brown eyes and is so darn cute you’d just about die if you saw him. My Mom was willing to let us adopt him, which was really exciting for me and my brother. The only problem was another family was interested as well. They met him on Sunday, but we had plans to meet him today(Thursday). I got off the bus and immediately knew we weren’t going. My Mom told me and Alex the other family had already started filling out the paperwork, which meant we most likely wouldn’t get Drake. There is still a chance, but it’s very slim.
I know this is a lesson that taught me we’ll find a new dog, and maybe it wasn’t meant to be. But I wanted Drake. I want Drake. And in my heart, though I know he can’t be mine, I won’t believe it until it happens.
There are two different types of quiet.
The peaceful, beautiful quiet.
And the eerie, creepy quiet.
There are two different types of loud.
The shrill, ear-shattering loud.
And the annoying, constant loud.
There are two different types of mean.
The joking, teasing mean.
And the coated-over, truthful mean.
There are two different kinds of nice.
The sincere, thoughtful nice.
And the grudging, reluctant nice.
There are two different kinds of ugly.
The scraggly, pimply ugly.
And the cruel, awful ugly.
There are two different kinds of pretty.
The glowing, gorgeous pretty.
And the thoughtful, kind pretty.
There are many different types of people.
But there is only one you. Be the best you can be, so others will do the same.
When we walk through those double doors every morning, we feel a sense of pride and confidence. Whether it be new shoes, shirt, or haircut, we have something we want to show off. But when we look up in to the eyes of fear and humiliation, that pride and confidence shrink back until they are nothing. Then we see weakness in Evil’s eyes. Our desperation and determination to humiliate them back is faltered only by a sense of humanity and mercy. And then, one soul comforts another, uniting the two forevermore.
If this doesn’t make sense to you, read it again. If this does make sense to you, you’ll understand what’s going on in my life. If you understand it, can you give me a call? I need advice. And unfortunately, my top pick for advisor is on the other side of the country. But I don’t want her worrying. It’s nothing major. Just preteens being preteens. It’s as simple as that. Or as complicated as that…..
You know, I’m really sick of all this snow. The Westerners get to go have a jolly good time in seventy degree weather while us Easterners are freezing our butts off. I have nothing to do all day, and I’m really bored of staring out a (snow-filled) window. That and I have a headache from so much screen time. Winter is great and all, but I wish spring would hurry along because the current situation is pretty sucky.