Ariel

With shinning blue eyes, they look in your soul without a second's thought
A laugh with such a zest for life
Friendly is her personality
Making new friends is her hobby

A breathing taking beauty
Right from the start, you can't take your eyes off her
I never had seen such a brilliant sight
Ever a time you might speak with her, you'll never wish it to end
Longing to to be with her are the thoughts streaming threw his head

With shinning blue eyes, they look in your soul without a second's thought
A laugh with such a zest for life
Friendly is her personality
Making new friends is her hobby

~Ariel asked me to write a peom about and for her so here it is!~

An Angel's Kiss

An Angel's kiss

A soft touch

A sweet thought

Is transformed

An Angel's kiss

Is how one feels when they kiss the one they love

The one they care for

The one they are meant to be with

An Angel's kiss

A soft touch

A sweet thought

Is Transformed

An Angel's kiss

With a feeling such as this, I never want it to end

My heart is pounding, oh such glorious pounding!

Breathing is out of the question with a moment like this

An Angel's kiss

A soft touch

A sweet thought

Is transformed

One will never understand why it makes them feel

As they do right this second

Never..never...ever

An Angel's kiss

A soft touch

A sweet thought

Is transformed

Ruth

Many people could learn from the Bible character, Ruth. Though her time period is much different than ours, if we think hard enough, one could learn a lot from her.  

Ruth shows stubbornness, love, courage, and care after the loss her husband, Mahlon.

Over all, Ruth is a wonderful person whom God used to change other people’s lives. Through Ruth’s hardships, she never gave up, she kept on going. Never once did she stop everything and start yelling and screaming at God saying, “Why me? I hate what you have done to me! I will never forgive you for taking away the life I am accustom to! And taking my beloved husband from me!” She kept on going, knowing God would have a plan for her well being.

Ruth exempts stubbornness when she refuses to go back to her mother’s house and try to find another husband. She says to Naomi in Ruth 1: 16-17,

‘ “Don’t urge me to leave you or to turn back from you. Where you go I will go, and where you stay I will stay. Your people will be my people and your God my God. Where you die I will die, and there I will be buried. May the Lord deal with me, be it ever so severely, if anything but death separates you and me.” ’ 
    Ruth shows love to her mother-in-law when Naomi pushes her to go back into her mother’s house and try to get married to another man in her own tribe. Love is seen when Ruth stays by Naomi’s side and cares for her as if she were her own mother. Also when she starts loving Boaz, after just losing her husband.

Courage is with out a doubt seen by Ruth because of the many hardships she encountered. When there wasn’t any sign of her life turning out  for the better, she had courage, knowing that God would provide for her needs.

    Ruth overall is a caring person, she cared for her mother-in-law when she could have left Naomi to tend for herself. She cared for her dead husband, Mahlon, as she wept for him. She also cared for her new husband, Boaz. She cared for her first born son, Obed.

Ruth showed many characteristics I wish I were able to show the world. She demonstrated stubbornness, love, courage, and care. She was a Godly woman, she knew that God was with her even though her husband had died. She never gave up the fact that God was going to provide for her. She knew that HE was always going to be there for her.  

Jesus

Like a fresh breeze through a meadow

He brings to life the world around me

Smiling down

Is what he loves to do

Brilliant colours slip through the trees and sky

Gazing across the water

He is reflected off

Back to the Heavens

Were he to leave

Forever,

No life would soon exist

He wraps me with warmth

Only night tear us apart

But I know he will return

Like a fresh breeze through a meadow

Good Ol'South

            The orange flames licked at the wood in the fire pit. The cold outside was almost unbearable. With the sky shining and flickering white stars visible; it was a beautiful sight. There was no chance of standing next to the fire with the others any longer than I already had. Captain Ashley of the third infantry will certainly trot over and give me a lecture of being warm for too long. He had done it before, just came out of no where and told me that just because I was new to the war, and young, didn’t give me any right to enjoy the warmth of the blazing fire longer than any of the other soldiers spread out across the Arkansan fields. The fact that I am young was a reason that I should be able to stay away from the fire pit longer, or at least that is what he thinks.

           “Awh, wha’d he know?” asked my buddy from Hot Springs, “I’d bet that’d he’d never been fer from an fire in ‘is intire life!”  Caleb had been born and raised in the good old south. His southern accent was beyond me. I couldn’t understand how one person could draw out words the way Caleb could. Though I have lived around southerners my entire life, my father and mother were more educated than most. And because of that blessing, I had good schooling, learned more than just how to ride a horse, shoot a gun, hunt, fish, and plow the Arkansas soil. Acquiring a country accent is not hard at all to do, but mine happens not to be the strongest out of all the men in my group.

           “I don’t know Caleb. He seems to know what he’s doin' and sayin’. And, I don’t think the commanders of this blasted war would put in charge a dumb-in-the-head person,” I told him.

           “You’re exactly right Footman William,” boomed Captain Ashley, “I ain’t some dumb idjit happenin' to chance 'pon bein' a capt'n. An’ you two can go catch a few more minutes by the fire if'n you want to.” The captain slowly walked away from Caleb and I.

           “I ‘ate it when ‘e do that! He just show up whenever ‘e wants to! Don’t give no second thought that we migh’of shot ‘em, thinking he were a yank,” Caleb grumbled on our way back to the fire.

           “At least he let us go back to the pit, even though he overheard what we were complainin' ‘bout,” I quickly said, thinking that Captain Ashley could still be listening. I wanted him to know that I was grateful to be near the wonderful heat again. My eyes looked around just in case I would catch a glimpse of the captain walking away.

           The next couple of days, the freezing weather I had once loathed, became something I wanted again. The heat that now cloaked us with sweat, and feeling as if we were being suffocated by the humidity, was now one of the  smaller enemies to us soldiers. Lice and ticks were another of which we fought not only daily, but every second. It seemed like they attacked us, not just from the front, or the back, but all over our infested bodies. Taking a bath in the river would not be a question I was about to ask the Captain. And to wash our cloths so close to a soon-to-be battle field, none of us wanted to take a chance in being shot by a traveling Yankee brigade. Especially the brigade we are traveling to attack near a town called Batesville.  

           The thudding sound of  marching soldiers cannot not be mistaken as something else. My heart is pounding like a rabbit jumping into it’s hole.

‘This is it,’ I tell myself, ‘This is where my life may end. Where my freedom may be taken away. But if I live, I know I will keep on fighting for my country. I will rage on... There we go! That’s the way to think! I’m gonna to make it! I’m gonna to make it! I know I will.’

           “Thomas! Get yerself right over ‘ere! Now!” shouted Caleb. His voice was obviously strained. He was just as scared as I, and there was no doubt about it. The thumping was getting louder, I could hear the horses of the Yankees neighing, the opposing side captain’s shouts were clear now. They were getting closer and closer, and I knew that the time had come.

           Everyone now was in formation, all our rifles in aim of someone’s head. Those in the front line I commend greatly, most of us knew they would be the first to die. With a shout from our captains, bullets started to fly here and there. Men on the battlefield were yelling their hearts out. Screams were spewing from many mouths, bloody wounds showing up on our bodies. At a glance, a man in blue fell to his knees howling with excruciating pain. He had been shot in the head, but still moving and thinking, but most of all, still aware of what was happening to him. The Confederate who had  pulled the trigger, finished the man off by gutting out his heart.

Some of us soldiers carried a rifle with a spear at the tip, and if one of us were close enough to dig into a body, and kill a fighter, we would. It was not for the enjoyment of ripping into a man’s chest, and yanking out his soul, it was the wanting to stay alive. If I was not the one to take the life in front of me, then, surely he would take mine.

           Running down the hill now, I see hundreds of bodies scattered across the ground. Some were of the Yankees, most were of my fellow men. The crimson colour of blood could be seen all over the soil, on and around lifeless beings. I aim for a Yankee’s heart, pull the trigger. POW! He falls to the ground, his body making a lump. Spit mixed with the red blood gushed out of the screaming mouth. His body started to shake, but not for long. Out of no where, I hear Captain Ashley calling out, “Fall back! Fall Back!”

           The urgency was strong, I was glad to obey. Anything to get away from this horror-stricken land. I quickly make my way back up the steep hill from hence I came. I saw only a few of my fellow southerners going the same direction as I. A sadness immediately gripped my heart. I knew for a fact, there were not many of my regiment left. My pace became quicker and quicker, because I heard the thumping of soldiers’ boots behind me, and there were still the sound of guns growing in tempo, and they were getting closer.

           With a shock, I gasped for a breath, as a terrifying pain shot threw my body. I know I mustn’t stop running, but the pain is too tremendous. All of a sudden, I stumble to the earth, and fall flat upon my face. Before the sounds of shouting, the smell of gun powder and blood, and the sight of the dead grass below me disappeared, I felt myself being pulled across the ground by strong hands to safety.

Poetry Time!

Every night, as I lie awake

I think of you

My heart is intertwined with yours

I feel the pain vibrating from you

You know everytime my eyes are full of tears

And yet, you still put me through it all

You say you'll never hurt me again, ever

But, you do it again and again

You break my heart

I love you with my all in all

Inside, I'm begging for you to keep the promises you make

My head tells me, I should leave you, once and for all

And yet, I keep comming back

Hoping this will be the last time you push me away

Compare/Contrast Essay

               Learning about other cultures is very fun. It opens your eyes to the infinite amount of cultures around you. With magical animals talking, abnormal creatures, and time passing faster than thought can be thought of. Different cultures express their stories through folklore.
               “The Tiger and the Hare” is a folktale written by a Pakistani showing that jealousy can get you no where. The hare convinces the tiger there is a bigger and even worse tiger out in the forest, challenging his name. For this reason, does the tiger set off after the imaginary bigger tiger. If only the jealous tiger didn’t believe the hare, and realize, just because he’s like the big bad wolf, doesn’t mean he can’t be tricked. But mostly tricked into something that eventually took his life. Jumping into the well did this to the tiger. He thought he saw the “better tiger” in the well and jumped in, but to only to find out it was all a lie. Because of his mistake, he starved to death, alone, all alone.
                               As “The Tiger and the Hare” has showings of jealousy, “The Mermaid Wife” has some of the same concepts. When the Unst saw the fair damsel, jealousy consumed him. Jealousy of how the mermaid was not his, so he took her seal skin and forced her to marry him. But that jealousy only brought pain to the Unst. The first chance the mermaid had to go back to the sea, she grasped it, and left him, leaving behind the Unst worse off than he started off.
               While the Unst lusts after the maiden, being completely selfish, a servant thinks of others before herself. The poor girl is presented with a honour to be a godparent to a little elf. Though she wants to get back to her masters, she is finally convinced to stay for three days. She knew her masters would want her to enjoy herself, so she permitted herself to stay for the remaining days. Though when she knew it was defiantly time to return to her masters, time had passed so fast, that it had been actually instead of three days, but seven years.
               With wonderful stores such as, “The Tiger and the Hare”, “The Mermaid Wife,” and “The Servant Girl  and the Elves,” it’s hard not to see the cultures shared and expressed. One must remember, just because these folklore are from other cultures, doesn’t mean there are cultures out there that aren’t like ours. We mustn’t look threw a looking glass and point out all the differences, but look for the similarities between cultures all around the world.

I Did Not Live 'Till I Met You

I did not live 'till I met you
Did not live at all
At All

You woke me up from being asleep
A deep sleep
Deep sleep

As a rose from a frost
A terrible frost
Frost

I did not live 'till I met you
The sweet you
The intelligent you
The man you are

I did not live 'till I met you
Don't leave, please
I do not want to not live again...
You warmed me to the heart
To the core
The core

Living meant nothing
Nothing at all
At all

You are more than just words
Meaningless words
Words

A Girl's Dream

             A girl's dream is to be loved just the way she is. To not worry about acting like someone she’s not so a guy will like her, love her, say she is beautiful without her even trying. If only every man in the world would be like the guy Bruno Mars is when he sings: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LjhCEhWiKXk&ob=av2e
             “Her hair, her hair, falls perfectly without her trying”, catch the, without trying? Us girls spend so much time on our hair! Even through out the day! I bet that if we took out taking time to fix, check, and to do our hair, it would add hours upon hours extra for us to do something else.
             “Oh, you know, you know, you know, I'd never ask you to change/If perfect's what you're searching for then just stay the same” At this point, I was crying when I heard this part of the song. If perfect’s what you’re searching for,  then just stay the same. To even imagine a guy saying something as sweet as that to me was just completely and totally…touching. Dreaming a guy to say this to any girl, is a not only a dream, but to be called a wish upon a star. There are not very many guys out there who would say this, and not be trying to get something from us .
             “When I see your face, there's not a thing that I would change/Because you're amazing, just the way you are/And when you smile, the whole world stops and stares for a while/Because girl you're amazing, just the way you are”. My heart decided to jump up when it heard this stanza being sung. But then sank down to the bottom of the pits. It jumped because, when he sees her face, there are no imperfections, no minor glitches. Nothing that the world pronounces as ugly. Bruno sings, you’re amazing, just the way you are, so amazing that when you smile, the world cannot help but stand in awe of your beauty, just the way you are. It fell because in reality, there are only a few men who would actually feel, and truly mean it when they say those things. The rest of the world is made up of guys who do not  care about the women surrounding them. Most of them only want the satisfaction of getting us, and having us do what they want.
               A girl’s dream is to be loved just the way she is, to be perfect the way she is, and for a man to mean it when he tells her she is beautiful the way she is. Bruno Mars perfectly describes my wish upon a shooting star in the song, ‘Just the Way You Are’.

Footsteps Out My Window

    I’m in the tv room, watching my ultimate favorite show, House. I’m wracking my brain for a solution to this patients problem,  but as a commercial break comes on, I all of a sudden hear the crackling of leaves outside of the window, near to where I am sitting. I freeze, and scary thoughts start showering my thoughts. Horrible images of the wild animals I know to live out in the forest near my house. Also, the faces of evil people I have seen with my imagination in a window before, flood my brain. Muting the tv, I keep on listening to the sound that broke the peaceful silence. At this moment, my heart is pounding like a stick to a drum. Then the breaking of leaves stop, and I start to hear, what sounds like, footsteps on the porch. Immediately, I think there is someone on the back porch, which is easier to get to the room that I am in at the moment. Looking out the window, all I can see is pitch blackness, not even the trees surrounding the house. I can’t move, my body isn’t responding to my commands. I want to scream for my grandmother or grandfather, but no sounds are coming out. I keep on hearing the noise coming closer and closer to where I am...

Beautiful Serenity

The life of a Kyrgyz nomad looks as if it would be terrible, moving about, what  would seem, all the time. You can’t possibly imagine it, nor could I.  Though there may be other many reasons why they choose that way of life, I can see a few in the image: http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://explore-photo.com/resources/thumbs/

you can see the beautiful scenery, and feel the serenity.

With puffy white clouds that dot the perfect blue sky, and the snow sprinkled mountain, you can’t help but stand in awe. To know that a Kyrgyz  family is enjoying this vision of beauty, I am very jealous. They get to see this amazing creation everyday while letting out their sheep and maybe their one or two horses out to roam for the day. As my eyes scanned the luscious green grass covering the brown dirt, I know to be beneath, I wish I could float into this picture, and be able to run and dance on that valley. But the closest thing I can do, is remember the  days where I once experienced being apart of something close to what is seen in the photo above.

               With the bustle and bouncing in a city, there seems to be no time for relaxing. There is always something to be done.   As I look at this picture, I can feel the city noiselessness surrounding the Kyrgyz nomad’s yurt.  In other words, the serenity.  This is a place that I know a writer could travel to and enjoy the peacefulness, and be able to write their fantastic novels of adventure, passion, or love for life. Here I see cool wind whipping across tall mountain dusted with snow, and imagine a young Kyrgyz girl running toward the yurt, the place where she is calling home for just a while, and saying, “Mama, Mama, it’s beautiful here and  quiet! I just hope Papa doesn’t snore so loud tonight! That would surely wake every living animal here! And have the snow on that far mountain start tumbling down!”
               With beauty, there is a sense of  love from God, but with beauty that is combined with serenity, that’s not just love, that is unfathomable  love from our Holy Father.  I look upon a Kyrgyz nomad not while thinking, ‘Poor person, they have no where to live, that’s the reason why they have to move around so much.’ But while thinking, they get to see things that we can only imagine about, or in my case, remember. They may possibly be one of the luckiest people alive to look upon such things that hold such beauty and serenity every morning and every night.

I'm Worshiping God Loud, My Way

AHHHHHH!!!! I absolutely love writing songs and poem in my spare time! Which, lately have been during some of my...ummm...uneventful classes. But I have come up with some that I REALLY love! So here is one that I wrote recently! and I'll be coming up with some more in the near future!

The window down
Wind in my hair
Blaring music from my stereo
My music is the best
Worship God loud
Is my way

People may give me ugly stares
But hey

I'm worshiping God loud
My way
I'm praising the Father
My way
You can look, you can stare
But you'll never get me to stop
Worshiping God loud
My way

Sitting in church, singing hymns
So slow, so quiet
Where is the dancing?
Where is the way we should be
Worshiping the Lord

I like my way
Of praising God

I'm worshiping God loud
My way
I'm praising the Father
My way
You can look, you can stare
But you'll never get me to stop
Worshiping God loud
My way

In class
Tapping my fingures on the desk
I want to jump up
Stand on the table
Declare the name of God
And worship HIM
Who sits on the throne

I'm worshiping God loud
My way
I'm praising the Father
My way
You can look, you can stare
But you'll never get me to stop
Worshiping God loud
My way

People stand up and let it be known
Worshiping God is not a shame
Stand up and let it be known
You're not afraid to let people know
You'll worship God loud
Your way

September 16, 2010

A Life Given, Then Cruelly Taken Away!

           You wouldn’t lock your new born child in a room to die, but believe it or not, many hospitals in the United States, do this every moment. In the video http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BYRpIf2F9NA&feature=related, I watched a registered nurse, give her testimony of how she witnessed babies being born, but then taken to the soiled utility room, and left to die. Jill Stanik (from the video) says, “The soiled utility room is where the nursing staff takes our bio-hazardous material, our soiled linens, and it also has a urinal in it. That’s where nursing staff took these babies and left them to die.” Our countries’ doctors have found another cruel way of killing off children whom the parents don’t want.
           Whenever I hear the excitement of a five year old girl telling me, that she’s going to have a new baby sister or brother, my face lights up, and my heart is filled with joy. My family is very well informed about abortion, we are proud to say that we are all completely against it, down to my soon-to-be, fourteen year old brother. When the subject of abortion happens to come up, it seems that our entire mood, and voice levels completely change. From the gay laughter and teasing, to a seriousness and heart-filled pain. As we talk about many doctors that my dad has read about their testimonies of how they would kill the child still locked inside their mother’s wombs, it is so disheartening hear about the different ways of doing the deed. As this video unfolded before me, I was appalled, not just that our present President, Barrack Obama, wasn’t in disagreement to what is being done to our nation’s babies, but that our countries’ doctors had found another way to destroy more babies’ lives.
           Never had I heard about leaving babies, that had survived an internal abortion, out to die. Our nation’s people wouldn’t do this to their animals! Why does this give us the right to do this inhuman act towards our country’s children? Why do we, the people, allow our leader of our country to let this kind of cruelty happen? Coming right down to it, if we do nothing, say nothing, try nothing, we are just as guilty as the one’s who are performing this form of abortion.
           I, for one, will not go through life, and say nothing, I will scream at the top of my lungs, tell as many people as I can about this. And pray, if God willing, have our countries’ eyes opened and see the reality of what is happening. Our Heavenly Father should strike us down, for what we are letting happen, what we’re doing to all those precious beings. Strike us for we are letting men and women give, and cruelly take away lives.  
            
          

Tone Thesis of "I, Too, Sing America"

In the poem, "I, Too, Sing America," by Langston Hughes, the two tones of sadness and boldness are shown by his choice of words. Sadness is shown when the author says, "They send me to eat in the kitchen/ When company comes". When you read that the person is being forced to eat in the kitchen, you feel the sadness that is being portrayed. Boldness shines through when he says, "Tomorrow, I'll be at the table when company comes/ Nobody'll dare say to me 'Eat in the kitchen'" Seeing as the author is telling the audience what they will not do to him instead of asking or pleading.

Friends

Wow, the life of moving around, meeting new people, but mostly, leaving friends behind.
I was just talking to some of my friends from where I had last lived, and it was very hard not to start crying. The fact that I miss them, they miss me, I can't drive to see them, and I don't know when the next time I'll see them is. It's hard. Especially being a teenage girl and having such amazing friends as I have where I lived before. Yeah, sure it's great being able to talk to them on FaceBook, and txt them and such, but it doesn't do it justice. There's just that special thing about seeing them in person, being able to hug on them, giggle with them, ect. But I'm making friends at the new school that I'm going to. It's really cool. It's been bringing up new challenges in life, which is something that I know will add character....Buuuut...still...it's hard!
Here's to all my friends out there that I miss and love so dearly! Here's for the new friends that I will make someday in the future. Here's for my parents and relatives that believed in me to make new friends, and know that I will be able to keep in contact with the oldie friends. Here's my love and my thanks!

The Beginning of Something New

When starting a new school, in a new town, and a new environment, it's hard. At times it can be easy, but for some, it's not. For me growing up overseas, and and not living in one place for a long time, it's......weird... to hear people say that they have grown up in this small town of ours, their entire life! Everyone knows each other and they've been buddies since the well...since kindergarten!
I still have friends from when I was younger and overseas, but I don't have the same connection as do most of the people in my school here. But that's the beauty of growing up! moving! and experiencing new things. to make new friends, new memories, and a new home.  It's the beginning of something new...