tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88141065525320392892024-03-14T01:44:02.389-07:00When Upon Life's BillowsCaitlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09261312367765851231noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814106552532039289.post-74167448236527672192009-11-04T13:04:00.000-08:002009-11-04T13:08:51.433-08:00If I<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzkGZIKEAhgTU8_GUCpyZU82nitcI_dRLkIcxq5qzuvA2EdOyqm1itpCn2JlwfFVlLiZ54JXqeB8pi135Zee4Ne2RWDhMVW-vG0HbF1qiZ1qz7x4WjIvBvmsh2XamXCmgwVYgiJKj0kjiN/s1600-h/IMG_0123.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzkGZIKEAhgTU8_GUCpyZU82nitcI_dRLkIcxq5qzuvA2EdOyqm1itpCn2JlwfFVlLiZ54JXqeB8pi135Zee4Ne2RWDhMVW-vG0HbF1qiZ1qz7x4WjIvBvmsh2XamXCmgwVYgiJKj0kjiN/s320/IMG_0123.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400358406999469074" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"></span><br />If I could unearth the reason I'd hide it again<br />Scattered leaves resemble the end of season<br /><br />If I could wash away past memories I'd still recall<br />Rain pounds the roof echoing in the present<br /><br />If I could awaken my senses as a rooster in morn I'd fall back asleep again<br />Heavy clouds displace the sun resulting in confusion<br /><br />Hidden sun, rainy day, scattered leaves<br />confusion, present, and past memoriesCaitlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09261312367765851231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814106552532039289.post-11404078717919875262009-07-10T11:09:00.000-07:002009-07-31T09:27:20.981-07:00DIVINE INTERVENTIONHaughty heads held high by stiffly arranged bodies<br />While salty laughter lends to a bitter taste<br /><br />A black sheep quietly positions himself alone<br />Pride and Hate do not drip from his lips<br /><br />He forces a cordial laugh that stumbles out<br />His peers suspiciously eye his astute reactions<br /><br />In his mind he pictures a quiet, vacant scene<br />The greediest of them all leans over to his ear<br /><br />“I see you squirming child, you better watch yourself”<br />Ice- cold words freeze the boys position into place<br /><br />Now or never, no later your only chance is now<br />A deep breath only produces recycled smoke filled lungs<br /><br />The boys eyes rapidly dart from the door to the crowded table<br />Silently, he pleads with His Father up in Heaven<br /><br />Strength, not of his own carries him off of the old wooden stool<br />The boy whispers a sincere prayer of deep devotion to Him above<br /><br />A simple prayer was heard by the Greatest of them allCaitlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09261312367765851231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814106552532039289.post-72182693963625613022009-07-08T17:09:00.001-07:002009-07-08T17:11:02.626-07:00The Tragic Man Deficiency-An Intimate Dialogue of a Typical 20 year old GirlThe Tragic Man Deficiency <br /><br />A few items of business need to be set straight before I begin this book. No, I am not a raving feminist. I whole-heartedly believe in the sanction of marriage. Also, I do not hate the male species. Every night before I go to bed I do not write in my journal, “I hate men!” Men can be great. Sadly, “can” is the MIA word for the day. Excuse me, for the century. <br /><br />Respect. Aretha Franklin hit this epidemic right on the head back in 1967. I believe that this problem has escalated to a mere tragedy. Back in the seventies a song came out, “Where have all the flowers gone?” Referring to the men who went off to war at Vietnam. The current day version would go, “Where have all the real men gone?” <br /><br />Alright, I will stop complaining and now give evidence to support my hypothesis, which is: All real men, balls and all, should be placed on the animal extinct list.Caitlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09261312367765851231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814106552532039289.post-23346445888553299552009-07-01T00:21:00.001-07:002009-07-01T15:02:55.162-07:00Love is What You Make It<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0UCp53EUXE0atWhrQprVZmIFQrNiyqQFjBbhXW8hkM3tGEsgWmDneLz651hyfrIfiWpG8az7-Xnxhd728JJ_c5gKjL7i9Hxkvi403uVUwf2Y3HIu4l0QY7wym5_QlC-Pmavc-8KQxauaW/s1600-h/P1010173.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0UCp53EUXE0atWhrQprVZmIFQrNiyqQFjBbhXW8hkM3tGEsgWmDneLz651hyfrIfiWpG8az7-Xnxhd728JJ_c5gKjL7i9Hxkvi403uVUwf2Y3HIu4l0QY7wym5_QlC-Pmavc-8KQxauaW/s320/P1010173.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353615593235859602" /></a><br /><center><br />Love is unexpected <br />Yet, Love can be unsure<br />Love is won by peace<br />Yet, Love can be mistaken<br />Love is what you make it <br /><br />Love is found in hope<br />Yet, Love can cause suffering<br />Love is a summer’s night<br />Yet, Love can lose its’ way<br />Love is what you make it<br /><br />Love is not coincidence <br />Yet, Love can lose its’ spark<br />Love is service without guile<br />Yet, Love can be transparent <br />Love is what you make it<br /><br />Love is full of patience<br />Yet, Love can be one sided<br />Love is real and true<br />Yet, Love can be wasted<br />Love is what you make it<br /><br />If Love is found, keep it<br />If Love is shown, give back<br />If Love remains, stay strong<br />Love is what you make it<br /></center>Caitlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09261312367765851231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814106552532039289.post-66154169348175963022009-06-19T02:02:00.000-07:002009-06-19T02:10:44.279-07:00CreateI love to write. It became a passion when I was 12. My grandma gave me my great grandmother's poems and original music. That was the very day, I decided, that I wanted to write. <br /><br />My senior year in high school was extremely tiring and difficult. Many times loneliness was my only comfort. So I wrote. Don't worry, I have lots of friends now. ;-) (I really do though, i couldn't ask for better people in my life)<br /><br />As my AP history teacher would be blabbing about some feminist movement and how Helen Keller was actually a communist, I would write. <br /><br />Songs, poems, grateful lists....<br /><br />Now, I am 20 and I discovered a new passion. I took a risky decision and completely changed my major, for the approx. 5th time. Don't Judge me...:)<br /><br />I discovered that through writing you can influence a whole society. <br /><br />I may never make it that deep into history, but I hope my writing, someday, will change someone's circumstance. From reporting the news on a non-bias level (hard for me to do) to hopefully increasing the awareness of a new product or company, to writing poetry to the ones I love, I want to touch through the written word.<br /><br />So here it is-A blog to record my writings, be it good or bad. You are allowed to decide that for your own. A writer must never compose for money or fame. if done so, the truth of the words are harmed making them useless to everyone.<br /><br />The pen is only as deep as the writer-Caitlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09261312367765851231noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8814106552532039289.post-32018545771987833472009-06-05T12:28:00.000-07:002009-06-19T02:02:04.414-07:00The Beginning<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXtad9Q1dtQdfRUFsvlJUStuNEXzbIvps2DlqlFGjw1fCj_7tMK8o1vkOAIGsg3vlrI7m0q7S9qoQ1NTYyuETpeNboaelwxwWwSJVQcaiqaXsji7oED2TZfZ1hQ5lov7WA6hCcUmvC6YaU/s1600-h/n1665383022_239525_2202825.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXtad9Q1dtQdfRUFsvlJUStuNEXzbIvps2DlqlFGjw1fCj_7tMK8o1vkOAIGsg3vlrI7m0q7S9qoQ1NTYyuETpeNboaelwxwWwSJVQcaiqaXsji7oED2TZfZ1hQ5lov7WA6hCcUmvC6YaU/s400/n1665383022_239525_2202825.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343931714235301810" /></a><br />Every morning we have the choice to make it a good day or a bad day. <br /><br />There is a hymn that has helped us view life in a better way. It is called "Count Your Blessings".<br /><br />When upon life’s billows you are tempest tossed,<br />When you are discouraged, thinking all is lost,<br />Count your many blessings, name them one by one,<br />And it will surprise you what the Lord hath done.<br /><br />Count your blessings, name them one by one,<br />Count your blessings, see what God hath done!<br />Count your blessings, name them one by one,<br />And it will surprise you what the Lord hath done.<br /><br />Are you ever burdened with a load of care?<br />Does the cross seem heavy you are called to bear?<br />Count your many blessings, every doubt will fly,<br />And you will keep singing as the days go by.<br /><br />When you look at others with their lands and gold,<br />Think that Christ has promised you His wealth untold;<br />Count your many blessings. Wealth can never buy<br />Your reward in heaven, nor your home on high.<br /><br />So, amid the conflict whether great or small,<br />Do not be disheartened, God is over all;<br />Count your many blessings, angels will attend,<br />Help and comfort give you to your journey’s end.Caitlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09261312367765851231noreply@blogger.com0