Life Goes On

Here's a poem that I wrote for my friend who is having a difficult time with her Mom right now.

Life is hard
Stress from school
the low grades
worrying about failing
the distractions all around
Parents don't understand
times. have. changed
but Life goes on

She may yell at you
telling you your faults
but in my eyes
you're perfect
just as you are now

Moving past is hard
the negativity
the yelling
the cursing
You're strong enough to move past
Life goes on

One day you'll show her
how strong you are
even when she may not see it herself
when she overlooks you
and thinks only of herself
Life goes on

Be persistent
Believe in yourself
You can be anything you want
She can't hold you back
Life goes on
I'm here for you
forever
always
until I die

<3

I think what inspired me to write this poem is all of the nights my friend would call me or IM me crying about how her mom was treating her. I always feel tremendouse pain for her and everything I hear about that's happening. I can only wonder how she (and her sister) manage to always seem so happy at school, when they are constantly put down by their own mother. the person who's supposed to be there to bring you up when you're feeling down. All I can do is give them my support and be there to listen.

Quote: "In three words I can sum up all I've learned about life: It Goes On."

Update! :)

Hey Everyone!
School is oficcially started. I've started my classes, kinda figured out my schedule, and yes, I've gotten the 1st 'set' of that dreaded thing known as homework. I forgot how much time consuming it can be...the break over the summer was very nice. :) Anyways, tomorrow will be the start of the 2nd week back at school for the 2011-12 school year and I'm kinda excited since I'll get to reallly get started on classes and get to know my teachers..but at the same time, I'm not really ready. It's about to get very stresful and I can tell I'm going to have a rough time this year with keeping on track with everything. My teachers will be there to help though...but, I'll have to be the one to initiate the help when I need it. In 11th grade, it's not the teacher's job to always be asking me. I know it's time that I have to to make sure I get the help I need when whatever we're learning becomes too confusing and I don't understand. This year my calsses are: Pre-Calc Honors, Spanish 3, US Literature, US History, Earth Science, and AP Biology.... Based on 1st impressions form last week of having class (AKA the 1st week of school year this) my favorite teacher is my spanish teacher...which is fabulous since that's def. going to being one of the classes I will most strugglith since it's a foreign language and I'm not the best with reading/writing things for in english anyways right now too. Oh goodness. It will be a challenege, but I'm up for it! :) Wish me luck!!
 Beyond the update of school year, I've been thinking about life in general lately. Somtimes I worry too much about small things. Like what people honestly think of me. If I'll ever be able to at least seem 'normal' despite clearly being different. If I'll ever be able to overcome the fear of failure. When I'll stop being homesick every. sinlge. time. I have to leave home...even when it's for something I enjoy (ex. SEACAMP) Who will take the time each day to say hi and really mean it. If anyone will reach out to me as a friend when they need help. Why I always feel nervous when I have to talk in public. Or why I always feel like I'm on the outside looking in. Overall though, I know that many of these things I worry about are simply irrational fears...and I usually just blow things out of praspective a lot of the time...I can't help it though. So, that's the update (quick, not that indepth) of my life right now...
Here's a short poem I wrote that kinda fits with this post:
Time-Do you see me?
Can you hear me?
Did you know I'm trying to help?
I wonder when you'll take the time
to notice and say hello.
I know I'm quiet
all alone in my world
I'd open up to you though
if I thought you really cared
Does anyone ever stop to think
about the passing world
or is it solely I alone
who contemplates
these hours
minutes
seconds
passing by
wasted time unnoticed
Lets all breathe and stop right now
to think about this life
these preciouse moments
passing by
that can't be replaced or bought

Quote:
"An hour, one hour, can change everything forever. An hour can save your life. An hour can change your life. Sometimes an hour is a gift we give ourselves. For some, an hour can mean almost nothing. For others, an hour makes all the difference in the world. But in the end, it's still just an hour. One of many. Many more to come. Sixty minutes. Thirty-six hundred seconds. That's it. Then it starts all over again. And who knows what the next hour might hold."

Thanks for reading! Sorry it's been so long since I've posted.
-Sadie

CS Poem: Children's Eyes

Hey everyone it's Sadie! Here's another poem...although, I didn't write it myself. I love this poem...and thought you might like it too! It's from the Chicken Soup for the Teenage Soul Series.

Children's Eyes (All credit goes to Tom Krause)

What kind of world is it my friend

that little children see?

I wonder if they see God first
because they just believe?

Do they see strength in caring eyes
who watch them as they play--
or maybe love through gentle hands
that guide them on their way?

Do you think they dream of future times
when they would be the king--
or just enjoy their present life
while with their friends they sing?

Do they see the acts of kindness
done for people who are poor?
Is the very best in everyone
what they are looking for?

And when the day is over,
as they close their eyes to sleep,
do they look forward to tomorrow
with its promises to keep?

If this is what the children see,
then it should be no surprise,
the world would be a better place
if we all had children's eyes.

I hope you enjoyed the poem! I read this one (among others) in the book and instantly fell in love with it. :)
Here's a quote: "Obstacles are those frightful things that you see when you take your eyes off your goal."

Poem: Listen. Can You Hear it?

Here's a poem I wrote called:

Listen. Can You Hear it?
The Other day
I was wisked away
to a land that very few know
I stopped just to lay
beneath the bright stars
glowing brightly
but just too far
too far to reach
too far to wish
too far for me as one
It's always me
but never you
will I ever understand?
I want to say
so you will know
the facts about this life
my life has crossed
the path of yours
I hope you know that's good
the connection we have
is special indeed
but only if you notice and lead
I've been to this land
so please take my hand
I'll share all is new
the time I have with you
will you please join me
lets go to this land
just you and me-- friends
I've know you forever
but yet have nothing to show
so tomorrow we'll go
to the land very few know
and this secret to you I will show.

Quote: "The question is not whether we will die, but how we will live." :)