Off into the woods
Hidden
Far from my friends
And closer to my
Enemies
A search for long lost hope
And memories fading
In the sea
Friday, November 11, 2011
Poem (c. 1990)
Going away
Off into the woods
Hidden
Far from my friends
And closer to my
Enemies
A search for long lost hope
And memories fading
In the sea
Off into the woods
Hidden
Far from my friends
And closer to my
Enemies
A search for long lost hope
And memories fading
In the sea
Reflection
Wow - I went through quite a dramatic phase leading into High School. Lots of anger and drama!
Untitled - 5/1/87
1 -
Lisa was the most popular girl in her school. She had it all. All the right friends, rich parents, great clothes, and a beautiful home. You could not tell from the outside how special she was, though. Lisa had a brilliant imagination, and she often went into dreamland, so she could escape from the complicated world.
2 -
The mood changes when Lisa gets home from school. Her room is her castle, and her pillows are the clouds.
"Beep! Beep!" the cars go along the street. Lisa dreams of being a model in Paris. She is up at five a.m. when she finds that her apartment has been broken into. Today she starts her new job, so she doesn't give a second thought to the apartment, and she races off like the wind to the Jardin studio in the center of town. It all fades away.
3 -
Lisa is an explorer in the jungles of South America. A tiger approaches her, but she has no fear, for the tiger is a friend to her, as are all wild animals. The roar of an elephant can be heard nearby. Her stomach is full of butterflies, but even an elephant wouldn't stop her from finding what she set out for. It was the lost treasure of the Nile, a ruby the size of a baseball. She raced through the jungle until she heard -- This thought fades.
4 -
Lisa is now a queen married to King George, and is about to have her head chopped off, but luckily, Lisa wakes up in time to realize she is just dreaming, and she must do her homework now.
Lisa was the most popular girl in her school. She had it all. All the right friends, rich parents, great clothes, and a beautiful home. You could not tell from the outside how special she was, though. Lisa had a brilliant imagination, and she often went into dreamland, so she could escape from the complicated world.
2 -
The mood changes when Lisa gets home from school. Her room is her castle, and her pillows are the clouds.
"Beep! Beep!" the cars go along the street. Lisa dreams of being a model in Paris. She is up at five a.m. when she finds that her apartment has been broken into. Today she starts her new job, so she doesn't give a second thought to the apartment, and she races off like the wind to the Jardin studio in the center of town. It all fades away.
3 -
Lisa is an explorer in the jungles of South America. A tiger approaches her, but she has no fear, for the tiger is a friend to her, as are all wild animals. The roar of an elephant can be heard nearby. Her stomach is full of butterflies, but even an elephant wouldn't stop her from finding what she set out for. It was the lost treasure of the Nile, a ruby the size of a baseball. She raced through the jungle until she heard -- This thought fades.
4 -
Lisa is now a queen married to King George, and is about to have her head chopped off, but luckily, Lisa wakes up in time to realize she is just dreaming, and she must do her homework now.
Untitled - 5/27/87
[I used the names of real people in this story! Oops!]
One day A came home depressed. She had been busy as a bee that day. She had just returned from a hard day at school and soccer practice. Her best friend, W had just told her she didn't want to be A's best friend anymore. They got in to a fight on their way home. (They have a carpool home from school). A flopped down on the couch and turned on the TV. Another terrible thing happened - a long newsbreak was interrupting "Guiding Light". She went into the kitchen to get something to eat. In the refrigerator was a drab combonation of fruits, vegetables, jars full of who knows what, milk, and fruit juice. Nothing, at that point, looked appetizing. Then the phone rang. She hoped desperately it was W, but it only rang once, and no one was on the other line when she answered.
Two hours later, A's homework was done. She hadn't heard from W yet, and she didn't know what to do. Luckily, her older sister, J, was in the room next door. "J," she asked. "Can I talk to you?" J responded with a yes, and A proceeded into the room. J was working on her homework when A asked what she should do about W.
"Well," J responded, "tell me what happened."
"You see, I really like an 8th grader named C. He is really gorgeous, and he let me ride his motorcycle a couple times. He is really nice and I think he likes me, too. We went to the movies for two Fridays in a row and we had a great time. I had no idea that W liked him, and furthermore, she's going out with a junior. Well anyway, C wrote me a note, and gave it to me between 6th and 7th period, and W saw it. Until the end of school, she didn't say a word to me. On the way home in the car, I opened the note and read it. I noticed W looking at it, and since I found it personal, I turned with my back to the car door so she couldn't read it, and she says, 'Why did you do that? Were you afraid I was going to read your love letter?' I said no, and she gave me this dirty look, and said, 'You know I like C, and you're just trying to make me jealous!' Right then we were already to our house, so I gave up and left without a word.
"I see," said J. "I guess that is a problem, but I have some advice for you. It's easier to talk to someone you've been in a fight with over the phone. Then you don't have to be embarrassed. Call W, and tell her how you feel. Maybe she just had a bad day.
"Thanks!" A replied.
A called W to talk to her, and told her the whole story, but when she finished she heard a click. W hung up on her. A few minutes later she heard the door bell. W was there, and she gave A a big hug. They had made up, and A was peaches and cream.
One day A came home depressed. She had been busy as a bee that day. She had just returned from a hard day at school and soccer practice. Her best friend, W had just told her she didn't want to be A's best friend anymore. They got in to a fight on their way home. (They have a carpool home from school). A flopped down on the couch and turned on the TV. Another terrible thing happened - a long newsbreak was interrupting "Guiding Light". She went into the kitchen to get something to eat. In the refrigerator was a drab combonation of fruits, vegetables, jars full of who knows what, milk, and fruit juice. Nothing, at that point, looked appetizing. Then the phone rang. She hoped desperately it was W, but it only rang once, and no one was on the other line when she answered.
Two hours later, A's homework was done. She hadn't heard from W yet, and she didn't know what to do. Luckily, her older sister, J, was in the room next door. "J," she asked. "Can I talk to you?" J responded with a yes, and A proceeded into the room. J was working on her homework when A asked what she should do about W.
"Well," J responded, "tell me what happened."
"You see, I really like an 8th grader named C. He is really gorgeous, and he let me ride his motorcycle a couple times. He is really nice and I think he likes me, too. We went to the movies for two Fridays in a row and we had a great time. I had no idea that W liked him, and furthermore, she's going out with a junior. Well anyway, C wrote me a note, and gave it to me between 6th and 7th period, and W saw it. Until the end of school, she didn't say a word to me. On the way home in the car, I opened the note and read it. I noticed W looking at it, and since I found it personal, I turned with my back to the car door so she couldn't read it, and she says, 'Why did you do that? Were you afraid I was going to read your love letter?' I said no, and she gave me this dirty look, and said, 'You know I like C, and you're just trying to make me jealous!' Right then we were already to our house, so I gave up and left without a word.
"I see," said J. "I guess that is a problem, but I have some advice for you. It's easier to talk to someone you've been in a fight with over the phone. Then you don't have to be embarrassed. Call W, and tell her how you feel. Maybe she just had a bad day.
"Thanks!" A replied.
A called W to talk to her, and told her the whole story, but when she finished she heard a click. W hung up on her. A few minutes later she heard the door bell. W was there, and she gave A a big hug. They had made up, and A was peaches and cream.
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Our Kingdom (12/86)
Part I (missing)
Part II
Andrew had just told me that my father had left my mother and that she would not be taking care of us until she was recovered.
"Recovered?? What does she mean by recover? What's wrong with her?" I asked Andrew.
"I'm sorry Kayla, it's... well... she had a minor heart attack when she found out dad was leaving us." he replied.
"MINOR HEART ATTACK?? There is NO SUCH THING as a MINOR HEART ATTACK!"
I calmed down, as I thought about what I recently wrote in the club house capsule notes about how peace is vital. I couldn't believe I was yelling so loud at poor little Andrew.
"I'm sorry Andrew. Is mom alright? Is she ok? Where's dad? Does he love us anymore? Is he coming back? What did mom say before the heart attack? Can we visit her? Well? Are you listening to me, Andrew? Please answer me!" I cried.
My effort to be calm failed me. I wasn't sure what to do. Andrew looked a bit confused until he blurted out, "Mom is alright, dad's moving into the new development near Monte Rae and he still loves us, but we might not get to see him very often. We can visit mom right away. I really meant it when I said mom had a minor heart attack, because when I got to the hospital they said it might not have been a heart attack, and it could have been something I couldn't pronounce!"
Andrew was only ten years old, and he hasn't had a lot of experience in family accidents, because our family is very healthy and none of us have been to the hospital other than when we were born. Actually, I did have my tonsils taken out, but I don't count that since it didn't take very long. I must admit, at sixteen, I can get a trifle moody, but I don't think I'm that much of a bother to my family, and Andrew is a fun brother, which is unusual to say about a sibling.
Back to my story, by this time, after listening to Andrew use up every bit of vocal cord in his body, I had just about contorted my fingers and I was filled with lament. My very own mother could be dying, and I was sitting in a clubhouse, not knowing what to do. I felt horrible...
- TO BE CONTINUED -
Part III
Continued from last week....
I thought to myself for a moment. Why did daddy leave mother? I ran home with Andrew trailing behind me. When I got home, I immediately ran into the hallway and behind the secret passageway and ran up the stairs into the attic.
Eleven years ago, I became very sick with a bad case of influenza. My family tried to think of something to do to cheer me up, so our babysitter, Casaundra, build a special passageway to the attic to be my special place when I got well. Until Julia and I made our clubhouse, I'd spend hours in the attic playing dolls and being by myself. My parents went on a long cruise around the Carribean, as a second honeymoon, leaving us with Casaundra, a 17 year old high school student we had only known for a month. Their decision to leave was quite sudden, but I was so young that I really couldn't understand what was going on. That's when I started to wonder if mom was really dad's first wife. You see, my mother also has a secret passage way to the attic from her bedroom. I haven't found it yet, but I know it's there. The two sections of the attic that we go to are blocked off from each other. One day I was up in the attic, this was before my parents took the cruise. I heard mom crying. She found something important. She was yelling and screaming and most of it was directed to my father, even though I knew he wasn't with her because my mother would never share a real special place with anyone, that is if I'm really related to her.
Anyway, when I found what I was looking for I brought it to my room and sat on my bed wondering what to do. It was a key. A key I found a couple years ago when I was in the attic. I knew I didn't put it there. Today I realized that it must have been mom's. I couldn't think of anything mom had a key to except her black cabinet. I went in her room and tried to open the cabinet. It opened. But, when I opened it, I found a doorway, and inside was a gallery of beautiful paintings. Cherry wood furniture, Golden figures and a suitcase on an embroidered Victorian couch.
Who wanted to leave? Why did mom keep an art gallery in side her black cabinet? Why did dad leave mom? Was it because the paintings were stolen?
TO BE CONTINUED
Part IV
The Conclusion of Our Kingdom
I walked inside the mysterious room. The paintings were from an art gallery in Paris. All the famous names were there - Picasso, Michaelangelo, etc.... I sat down on the Victorian quilt. I turned and opened the leather suitcase. I couldn't believe it. I felt like I was in a deffernt world.
There was a book on top of a lot of clothes. The book belonged to my dad. IT was 1984 by George Orwell. Everything in the suitcase belonged to my dad. All I wanted now was to see him, to hug him and rejoice that he was here with me. I thought, This is where my dad lives, isn't it?
I heard a door slam, Andrew was home. I panicked, and I just didn't know what to do so I ran and slammed the door to the cabinet. Then I heard another slam, but this time it sounded like it was coming from inside the room I was in. I heard someone running toward me, and I turned around. It was dad! I was so happy to see him! I could have cried at that moment! But... my dad pushed me aside and ran towards the door. He tried to open it. It was stuck! He turned to me and said, "Honey, we are in a lot of trouble. We're stuck in here until your mother comes back to get us out, but we can't reach any one outside because this room is invisible, and once the door has been closed from the inside, if it's ever opened again this room won't exist. Your mother knows how to get in though, she's the only one!" I felt like I just shot my best friend. I ruined my father's and my own life. We were going to be stuck forever.
All the sudden the room started to shake, and then rock back and forth. Everything was falling everywhere, and my dad ended up with a concussion. He had been hit with a lamp. Ten minutes later he died. The next second after that I heard a crash, and the room stopped shaking, despite my tears and concern with my father, I wondered what had happened. I was really scared. My brother was screaming for help. I couldn't do anything but bang on the door. I knew he couldn't hear me. He had been cut severely in his stomach. He called my name and I tried to respond. I felt so alone. The ceiling of the room I was in started to rise, and I could see a bright light above. I saw a golden ladder and desperately I started to reach for it. It lowered to my level and I stepped on it. I was raised up onto a cloud, and when I got to my destination, I saw my family, we all hugged, mother was there too, we were all together at last. We were in heaven.
The End
Part II
Andrew had just told me that my father had left my mother and that she would not be taking care of us until she was recovered.
"Recovered?? What does she mean by recover? What's wrong with her?" I asked Andrew.
"I'm sorry Kayla, it's... well... she had a minor heart attack when she found out dad was leaving us." he replied.
"MINOR HEART ATTACK?? There is NO SUCH THING as a MINOR HEART ATTACK!"
I calmed down, as I thought about what I recently wrote in the club house capsule notes about how peace is vital. I couldn't believe I was yelling so loud at poor little Andrew.
"I'm sorry Andrew. Is mom alright? Is she ok? Where's dad? Does he love us anymore? Is he coming back? What did mom say before the heart attack? Can we visit her? Well? Are you listening to me, Andrew? Please answer me!" I cried.
My effort to be calm failed me. I wasn't sure what to do. Andrew looked a bit confused until he blurted out, "Mom is alright, dad's moving into the new development near Monte Rae and he still loves us, but we might not get to see him very often. We can visit mom right away. I really meant it when I said mom had a minor heart attack, because when I got to the hospital they said it might not have been a heart attack, and it could have been something I couldn't pronounce!"
Andrew was only ten years old, and he hasn't had a lot of experience in family accidents, because our family is very healthy and none of us have been to the hospital other than when we were born. Actually, I did have my tonsils taken out, but I don't count that since it didn't take very long. I must admit, at sixteen, I can get a trifle moody, but I don't think I'm that much of a bother to my family, and Andrew is a fun brother, which is unusual to say about a sibling.
Back to my story, by this time, after listening to Andrew use up every bit of vocal cord in his body, I had just about contorted my fingers and I was filled with lament. My very own mother could be dying, and I was sitting in a clubhouse, not knowing what to do. I felt horrible...
- TO BE CONTINUED -
Part III
Continued from last week....
I thought to myself for a moment. Why did daddy leave mother? I ran home with Andrew trailing behind me. When I got home, I immediately ran into the hallway and behind the secret passageway and ran up the stairs into the attic.
Eleven years ago, I became very sick with a bad case of influenza. My family tried to think of something to do to cheer me up, so our babysitter, Casaundra, build a special passageway to the attic to be my special place when I got well. Until Julia and I made our clubhouse, I'd spend hours in the attic playing dolls and being by myself. My parents went on a long cruise around the Carribean, as a second honeymoon, leaving us with Casaundra, a 17 year old high school student we had only known for a month. Their decision to leave was quite sudden, but I was so young that I really couldn't understand what was going on. That's when I started to wonder if mom was really dad's first wife. You see, my mother also has a secret passage way to the attic from her bedroom. I haven't found it yet, but I know it's there. The two sections of the attic that we go to are blocked off from each other. One day I was up in the attic, this was before my parents took the cruise. I heard mom crying. She found something important. She was yelling and screaming and most of it was directed to my father, even though I knew he wasn't with her because my mother would never share a real special place with anyone, that is if I'm really related to her.
Anyway, when I found what I was looking for I brought it to my room and sat on my bed wondering what to do. It was a key. A key I found a couple years ago when I was in the attic. I knew I didn't put it there. Today I realized that it must have been mom's. I couldn't think of anything mom had a key to except her black cabinet. I went in her room and tried to open the cabinet. It opened. But, when I opened it, I found a doorway, and inside was a gallery of beautiful paintings. Cherry wood furniture, Golden figures and a suitcase on an embroidered Victorian couch.
Who wanted to leave? Why did mom keep an art gallery in side her black cabinet? Why did dad leave mom? Was it because the paintings were stolen?
TO BE CONTINUED
Part IV
The Conclusion of Our Kingdom
I walked inside the mysterious room. The paintings were from an art gallery in Paris. All the famous names were there - Picasso, Michaelangelo, etc.... I sat down on the Victorian quilt. I turned and opened the leather suitcase. I couldn't believe it. I felt like I was in a deffernt world.
There was a book on top of a lot of clothes. The book belonged to my dad. IT was 1984 by George Orwell. Everything in the suitcase belonged to my dad. All I wanted now was to see him, to hug him and rejoice that he was here with me. I thought, This is where my dad lives, isn't it?
I heard a door slam, Andrew was home. I panicked, and I just didn't know what to do so I ran and slammed the door to the cabinet. Then I heard another slam, but this time it sounded like it was coming from inside the room I was in. I heard someone running toward me, and I turned around. It was dad! I was so happy to see him! I could have cried at that moment! But... my dad pushed me aside and ran towards the door. He tried to open it. It was stuck! He turned to me and said, "Honey, we are in a lot of trouble. We're stuck in here until your mother comes back to get us out, but we can't reach any one outside because this room is invisible, and once the door has been closed from the inside, if it's ever opened again this room won't exist. Your mother knows how to get in though, she's the only one!" I felt like I just shot my best friend. I ruined my father's and my own life. We were going to be stuck forever.
All the sudden the room started to shake, and then rock back and forth. Everything was falling everywhere, and my dad ended up with a concussion. He had been hit with a lamp. Ten minutes later he died. The next second after that I heard a crash, and the room stopped shaking, despite my tears and concern with my father, I wondered what had happened. I was really scared. My brother was screaming for help. I couldn't do anything but bang on the door. I knew he couldn't hear me. He had been cut severely in his stomach. He called my name and I tried to respond. I felt so alone. The ceiling of the room I was in started to rise, and I could see a bright light above. I saw a golden ladder and desperately I started to reach for it. It lowered to my level and I stepped on it. I was raised up onto a cloud, and when I got to my destination, I saw my family, we all hugged, mother was there too, we were all together at last. We were in heaven.
The End
Untitled (1986?)
As I sat in the middle of battle
shooting at the enemy
I could not stop the bullet going through my head
I could not end the suffering
Until it ended by itself
And I was there alone in the
White, Blinding Light
shooting at the enemy
I could not stop the bullet going through my head
I could not end the suffering
Until it ended by itself
And I was there alone in the
White, Blinding Light
Untitled - 12/3/86
Michael Horton was a virtuoso. He oculd play the cello like no other person could ever play before. His parents had a few doubts he would become a famous success, but they had no fears in sending him to the best music school in the country. The Julliard School of Music was where Michael wanted to go. The Korean War was going on, but no one cared much about it until one day Michael was sent a letter. He was drafted. Luckily, all the time he spent in Korea, he was not sent to any stations where shooting was going on. Michael thought that as long as he wasn't in any heavy fighting areas, he would be safe, an dthe day he'd go to Julliard would be soon. Time flew by for him, and the war was ending. Michael anxiously awaited his career in music. The last day approached. On his last day, Michael was talking with a friend, when a person standing nearby accidently fired a shot into Michael's arm. He was rushed to the hospital where the doctors told him that he would be paralyzed in his left arm for life. His career was over. His hopes and dreams had fallen apart.
Tuesday, July 20, 1985. I am traveling to my grandmother's apartment in Minnesota. As I pass through Bismark, North Dakota, I pass by the site of the collision of a train and a large truck carrying radioactive material. We open the window to ask what happened. Later as we hear the news reports on the radio, we find out that anyone within 100 feet of the accident was subjected to radiation. We stop at a near-by hotel and call up the Department of Health to find out if we are in danger. Tests are done on us and on our car. Soon a man comes to talk to us from the Health Department to tell us we are fine. He is old, but lively. He seems to have a paralyzed hand. Then he tells us of an accident that happened a long time ago. He gives me many helpful hints about cello playing. His name is Michael Horton.
Tuesday, July 20, 1985. I am traveling to my grandmother's apartment in Minnesota. As I pass through Bismark, North Dakota, I pass by the site of the collision of a train and a large truck carrying radioactive material. We open the window to ask what happened. Later as we hear the news reports on the radio, we find out that anyone within 100 feet of the accident was subjected to radiation. We stop at a near-by hotel and call up the Department of Health to find out if we are in danger. Tests are done on us and on our car. Soon a man comes to talk to us from the Health Department to tell us we are fine. He is old, but lively. He seems to have a paralyzed hand. Then he tells us of an accident that happened a long time ago. He gives me many helpful hints about cello playing. His name is Michael Horton.
Knife (a poem c. 1986?)
Blood dripping from the knife,
The smell of fresh blood in the air.
A boy is grasping onto life,
There's fear of dying everywhere.
I can't stand it any more --
It's been happening every night.
I know the killer's behind the door;
I can't move. I'm filled with fright.
I could be next; I shouldn't think;
I could be killed within a wink.
Cutting meat on Sunday noon,
We'll eat our dinner pretty soon.
I think of horror from last night,
And how I was all filled with fright.
The horror fills me just to think
I could have been killed within a wink.
The smell of fresh blood in the air.
A boy is grasping onto life,
There's fear of dying everywhere.
I can't stand it any more --
It's been happening every night.
I know the killer's behind the door;
I can't move. I'm filled with fright.
I could be next; I shouldn't think;
I could be killed within a wink.
Cutting meat on Sunday noon,
We'll eat our dinner pretty soon.
I think of horror from last night,
And how I was all filled with fright.
The horror fills me just to think
I could have been killed within a wink.
More findings
As I get deeper into my pile of old papers, I am finding writings from my teenage years. They are not quite as cute as the writings of my young childhood, but they definitely reveal a bit of my developing brain.
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
I Like to Brag! (Spelling words story) 3/26/81
One day I went to the shoestore and my brother looked for shoes. I looked too. I saw some realy neato shoes I asked my mom if I could get them but she didn't think I needed them. I started to brag she kept saying no. But I kept braging! So we went again and the lady measured my foot and she asked me what shoes I wanted. I said the light blue ones with the rainbow on the sides. I tried them on and the 2 didn't fit but the 2-1/2 did. So I got them then my brother tried on a couple pairs and he got some that were white and black with magnetic magnets on the sides and magnifying glasses too. He is lucky! One day at a SPRING FESTIVAL, I asked if I could have a brownie and she said yes. Then I asked her if I could have a photoghraph taken she said, NO! Pamela I at least gave you a brownie. But please!, Pretty please with fudge on top. Oh.....Kay!... said ma. So I got my picture taken. Then a little later I asked her for another brownie, then I asked her for a magnet then I asked her for a bagpipe then a flag then I braged for every thing every where and yelled "Gib be a bullet to bite on!" so she gave me one. Now I don't brag beacuse that's what will happen!
11 spelling words
The Incredible End
11 spelling words
The Incredible End
August (Poem) c. 1981?
August is my favorite month
I can go and swim.
I can play and play and stuff. until
I am so slim.
I can go and swim.
I can play and play and stuff. until
I am so slim.
Back By Popular Demand!
All I needed was a little encouragement (from someone other than my mom, who is, of course, always encouraging). One friend told me she liked my blog and didn't want me to quit and that was enough for me. Thanks, Sarah!
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