Here is a brief break from The Kangraffs’ Curse for a new poem. Don’t worry; there will be a new chapter tomorrow :) ________________________________ Wide-eyed girl In a big, new world Steps into the office realm And her aspirations crumble. Stick it out, hold on, You’ve got a good deal here. Stay strong, plod on, At…
It’s amazing how frequently people mess up your name when your name is Bethany. They either think you said “Stephanie,” or when they read it they only see the “B” and the “any” and assume you’re Brittany. Never has this occurred more frequently than at work when I answer the phones. I enunciate as clearly…
Earn somethin’ to live on While the livin’ leaves you numb. Trade a novel for a proof-reader’s pen, An easel for a keyboard. Wake. Go work. Come home. Sleep. Repeat. Will you Create and starve your stomach, Or eat and starve your soul? We’re the casualties of the system no one sees. There’s no stepping…
The light shone out of emptiness, The void turned into space; From dirt and sea sprung life And the stars up in heaven sang. The Father loves His Son And wanted to give Him a Bride. The youth of love was marred too soon. Paradise was shattered. There’s a garden with an angel Standing guard…
When it’s all you’ve known, you’ll start to rebel about sixteen years in. Still, you’ll grit your teeth and trudge on through, because someday, it will end. When it’s all you’ve known, you’ll choose to do extra time when the manditory’s over. You’ll sit in a cage and dream of adventure and plod on because…
Say not, “Let me coddle you, let me do it all instead. You should never have to lift a hand unless it’s for ribbons and thread.” No, say rather, “Be all you can be, do all that you can do, And if you ever need a helping hand, I’m here, and I have two.”
I need some creativity in my life, it’s just how my soul thrives. Since I’ve had very little time to create art in other ways recently, the result seems to be that I’m writing more poetry rather than prose. With that probably unnecessary preface, here’s a poem I wrote today: ___________________________________ You Are Everything In…
A poem, as I’ve been at my new job for a couple weeks: I’m a working girl now— Let me tell you how I’m getting by Working nine-to-five: Thank God I’m not in school. I got to do arts and crafts today, Stickers on folders for bills that are paid, Endorsing checks with a fun…
The story of how I learned to play the guitar is a fun one. At the time, I was in the youth group at Kingsfield Church. My friend Cece and I discovered that both of us wanted to learn to play the guitar, so we thought we could try together. On of our fellow students…
Ah, to return to the innocence of youth! We were happy then, my sister and I, we were princesses in shiny-sequin skirts. Our feet swam in our aunt’s old fuchsia heels, back in the innocence of youth. We had a tea party, my little sister and I, with lemonade and goldfish. She was the guest,…
