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…
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…
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,…
What an odd thing this winter is. As a resident of Southern California (who somehow prefers cold and rain to clear, hot, sunny skies), I’ve been experiencing slight envy of the rest of the country’s cold, snowy winter while it seems that the rest of the country has been experiencing envy of my unusually warm,…
Every so often, something I learn about in class really intrigues me, and I end up writing a poem. One of them was a sonnet about being a Roman soldier, which I’m still pretty proud of and which you can read here. Well, recently in Biology we learned about the immune system and it…
In the midst of craziness and an overload of homework as this semester ends, this truth overshadows every stress and pressure: Complete by Beth Wangler I am Yours, You are mine. Closer than beside, closer than a touch. I close my eyes or look to the sky And I find I’m only complete where You…
Sometimes I work for my dad during the summer, when he needs help painting houses. This past week was one of those times, and it inspired this poem: ______________________________________________________ What stories left these walls marked up? What souls were here before? Time marches on, and I its instrument Cover the relics of history, Trap the…
