Child of God

 Child of God

I am a child of God

I wonder how He paints the sky every day or designs snowflakes

I hear “You are just an exception”, and “You are never good enough”

But He says “You are more precious than rubies”

I am on a journey toward a better relationship with Him

I strive to be a Proverbs 31 woman

I am a child of God

Others see a perfect Catholic girl on the outside 

I feel I may break because I am not good enough for Him 

I feel His touch and His love when I am empty

I worry I will disappoint Him one day

I cry when I feel far from Him

I am a child of God

I understand I am made in His image and likeness

I say “God is Good! All the Time!”

I dream of traveling the world and experiencing His creations

I try to be who He created me to be

I hope I can hug Jesus in Heaven

I am a child of God

Much Love- WWJD<3

I am Poem

 Who Am I?

Who am I?

I am generous and intelligent.

I wonder why I am the way I am sometimes?

I hear “BIG HITTER!!!!”

I am on a journey toward going to medical school and helping others.

I want to continue playing softball as long as I can.

Who am I?

I pretend that everything is all right and that nothing is wrong.

I feel that I am not good enough to be what I want to be.

I touch the stars when I sleep.

I worry that the other shoe is always waiting to drop.

I cry about my puppy Arctic who died last winter.

Who am I?

I understand that I am loyal, ambitious, and determined.

I believe that softball helps with frustration.

I dream about going D1 and becoming a famous doctor.

I try so hard to play softball and to get the best grades I can.

I hope that someday I won’t be so hard on myself.

Who am I?

~Soul~

An Ode to Flat Tires

 Flat Tires

Flat tires, flat tires, oh how I love thee

One on the bike, one on the motorcycle, and two on the car, for twice the wheels

Not one place left untouched

You spread your effervescent joy to every corner of my life

Not even my shoes are left untouched

Scuffs on my ankles and shins show that well enough

For three weeks I walked everywhere

Not even my skateboard seemed safe, even though the tires were thick, solid, rubber

You somehow managed to achieve the same effect

My bearings needed to be oiled, and I had none left

Unfortunately, I feel we may soon depart

As came a new tube for the motorcycle, so shall come one for the bike

And newer car tires (that hold air for more than a week) are around the corner, waiting

Farewell, old friend, farewell

I hope I see you never again

- Schrodingers Katze

(Since writing (September 2023), I've acquired another vehicle, and currently have 4 "flat" tires between the two. One tire is fully flat, and the other three are "usable" with a little help every couple of days. The bike lays unchanged, the motorcycle is fixed, and the final four on the cars will be done by the end of the week. Still need the ball bearings oiled on the skateboard.)

I'm From...

 I’m from the snow-capped Bavarian Alps

A still-standing house 500 years old

The original family name

The worn-down cobblestone streets of Germany

I’m from late nights out on “the town”, if you can call it that

Every street explored

Every stone turned

All 12 of them

I’m from going full speed down country roads every summer night

Riding motorcycles and 4-wheelers when I should be asleep

Getting up early in the morning, driving across the entire county

Finding the top speed of everything we shouldn’t

I’m from driving alone at night

Dark skies, setting suns, fresh air

Music full volume, the bass blasting

Clearing my head every night

I’m from the Rocky Mountains

Every time I go, I leave a bit of myself behind

One day I’ll return to collect it all and stay for good

Loud exhausts tearing through the valley

I’m from family, friends, and more.

Vacations across the country

Vacations out of the country

Going out of town, shopping, or just to drive

Concerts on the weekend

Working wherever and whenever possible

I’m from a lot.

But that’s what makes me who I am

I’m a bit too much

A bit too little

In the end

I’m from everything life throws at me, and that it gives back

I’m from a slice of everything, all of the time. Whether it be locking myself inside, or going out for days at a time. Staying at home with family and friends, or going on a vacation to who knows where. 

I’m from…

- Schrodingers Katze

Christmas Break

     Y'all the time is approaching! It's only a week until Christmas break! I think we have all been looking forward to this for quite sometime. Christmas movies, family, presents all the good stuff, but most importantly no homework. I hope you all have a wonderful break! Happy Holidays!

- : )

Winter Haiku

 Sleeping in today

Drinking my hot chocolate

Watching Hallmark

-Bug

Evil twin

  My evil twin is a part of me. Living dormant deep inside. You see the real me is bubbly and the light of people’s lives. I am a fun person and a people pleaser. The real me typically gets coffee and says I love you to my mom every morning. But on this particular day, it isn’t the real me. I wake up with no desire for coffee. No will to make people happy. I don’t want to talk to my mom or be bubbly. This isn’t the real me. It is my opposite coming out from within. My opposite is ruining things for me, I must stop it. It’s weird how I know what I’m supposed to be like, but I’m not in control.

My evil twin looks just like me but she is slightly off. The long brunette hair is greasy and in a bun. Her eyes have bags under them. No makeup today. Her attitude is completely horrible. I hate this version of myself. Even though she only comes out every once in a while, I still can’t stand her while she is here. 

To get rid of her is simple. I need to go back to sleep, a complete reset. This will work I know. Update: trying to sleep didn’t help. Maybe going for a run will relieve this anger she has for the world. Nope! Finally, I try mindfulness and relaxation. She seems to like that. My evil twin has been pushed back inside. We are back to the real me again. Happy, bubbly, kind. I might miss this evil part of me.

-Bug

Snowday Haiku

Winter Haiku

 Snow outside? Yes, please!

Now I can go back to sleep!

I am so tired!

~P.A.M.~

The Cycle

Another day another nickel

that sound heard from the basement is in fact a Sspongebob episode

That is only the beginning of the madness

Soon Sspongebob just doesn’t cut it 

You might hear the wonderful sound of tik tok blaring 

The sounds of dances filling the air 

Unfortunately, watching people scream and dance doesn’t work

But never fear 

Instagram reels is here

Between the stupidity of mankind and things exploding it’s a great time

But alas, the excitement fades away

There is no need to fret though

My aAmazing Playstation 5 is here to fill time

But killing characters in Aassassin’s Ccreed gets tiring

And after an entire 45 minutes

Spongebob is heard once more 

Cyrch a Chwta Poem

I walk the street, see a tree 

Oh my cat, how can it be

He’s stuck my eyes sure do see

I just can not help but plea

Help, Help, my cats in a tree

Left and right nobody I see

I must grab a tall ladder

Oh, my bladder! I flee

-AG

Global Greetings

 Global Greetings

A kiss on the cheek,

A simple handshake,

A small respectful bow,

Or even a simple hello.

Greetings are everywhere.

They flood the earth.

Strangers, friends, families,

A greeting they do bestow.

~Cass

Wishful Thinking

Tip-toeing to the edge,

I peek my head over the water.

One look at the reflection,

I ponder if life could be different, somehow.

The shiny bronze coin,

Flips end over end.

A *splash* and a ripple,

Distorts my reflection.

My body begins to tingle,

Every bone starts to shake.

My head swirling,

Time stops…

I scurry around,

And freeze when I see a wallet on the ground.

Shoving it in my pocket without hesitation,

I wonder: Have I always been a thief?

It isn’t until I get to my car,

I notice my clothes.

My outfit…it’s so BOLD and uncharacteristic.

I don’t remember this jacket in my closet.

Brushing it off, 

I turn on the radio.

Blasting from the speakers,

Rap and profanity fill the vehicle.

When did I start listening to this music?

Convinced I must not be well,

I dial my mom.

No answer.

*Calling…

No answer.

*Calling…

She picks up the phone.

“What do YOU want after all this time?”

“I need a ride home.  I don’t think I should be driving.”

“Well that’s pretty hard, you live 1300 miles away.”

“What do you mean?  I live with you!”

Looking out the car window,

I see it now.

Skyscrapers in the distance,

And the Brooklyn Bridge over the horizon.

“Mooooom, why am I in New York?”

“You left us, remember?  We haven’t spoken in 10 years.”

My heart sinks 100 feet into the ground.

What universe am I in?

Quickly,

I sprint back to the mall,

Placing the wallet

back where I had found it.

Closer and closer,

The wishing fountain comes into view.

I've never run so fast in my life.

At least, in the life I knew before.

The fountain!

Jumping in,

I search for the penny I tossed in only moments ago.

Found it, thank God.

Holding it tightly to my chest,

I wish for everything to go back to normal,

And toss it in, praying for the best.

The tingle slithered up my body once again.

I opened my eyes.

My sweatpants and T-shirt were back.

I called my mom.

She knew me like a best friend.

The ripple had faded.

The sun set through the mall windows.

Outside, corn grew on the other side of the road.

I….was back.

The Natty pt. 2

 WE WON. 13-0 Boone Central defeats 12-1 Wahoo in Memorial Stadium. I had a sack, a TFL, and lots of amazing blocks. A few even opened a hole to allow Parker to score. I'm starting to really miss football. If I could play in that game and have the same result, I'd live that day every day. It was perfect. 

My Cyrch a Chwta poem

A new town an hour away.

New home? If you think that way

New school that now ends in May.

New job, how I must now stay.

The sky is always pure gray.

All these days are on replay.

When will I go back home again?

I guess I'll know late today.

-S

My Bible

     

  My Bible

Love. People who hear or see the word love, they may think of their family members, friends, pets, chocolate, a romance novel, anything. However, when I think of love, I think of God. God has saved me and loved me when I thought I was worthless, useless, ugly, unloveable, a nothing. Life hits us in the face with a baseball flying at you 100 miles an hour. We fall on the ground, barely able to pick ourselves back up. We might feel hopeless or like a tiny speck of dust that does not matter in the world. There is so much more to us than what the human eye sees. In God’s eyes, we are beautiful, worthy, important, valuable, His.

God is my definition of love. The Bible teaches me about His love and what he has done for the world. “Because you are precious in my eyes and honored, and I love you, I give people in return for you and nations in exchange for your life.” Isaiah 43:4 shows we are precious. God loves us so much that He would give nations for our lives. He loves us so much that He gave His ONLY son to die for us. If that isn’t love, then I do not know what is.

1 Corinthians 13:4-7 says, “Love is patient, love is kind. It is not jealous, (love) is not pompous, it is not inflated, it is not rude, it does not seek its own interests, it is not quick-tempered, it does not brood over injury, it does not rejoice over wrongdoing but rejoices with the truth. It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.” Growing up, I have been told to be like Jesus. I believe if I replace my name with the word “love” or “it” in these verses, I can learn how to properly love like Jesus.

My bible is my moral compass. When I am faced with a tough decision, I try to turn to God to pray and read my bible to help me figure out what to do. My bible is my safety, my comfort, and the closest thing I have to my heart.

Much Love- WWJD<3

Great Gatsby

 I threw the party of the century

people came over 

no one left sober

and it was all for you 

it was all for 

I've been under this rock for so long 

don't let the whirlwind 

close the door

don't let the world in 

go and hiding again 

rekindle our flame 

and light my fire again 

- Schlime

Christmas Break

 Is Christmas break here yet?

All I want is some time to rest.

No homework, no worrying about a test.

All of the homework, you can forget!

Everything that you do is on your own time.

~P.A.M.~