This life

honestly.
there's no real way to describe these years.
the pain. the joys. the love.
but if i had to,
i could conclude that there is one true word for these years.
confusion.

We Talked. And Talked. And Talked.
I thought about it constantly. How much fun it would be.
Then - the night of - you cancel.
Why? I'll never know.
All I know is that it won't work out.

Sooo.. I know this one isn't that amazing, BUT it's what was really on my heart tonight and I needed to write something. Enjoy!

~L~ 

Personal Poems

So, lately I've been writing a bunch of super super personal poems and in my opinion they could be way better. I've been leaning a lot more towards freestyle recently than to a set type of poem. Most of these are much more of a story than a poem.
So here we go!

i miss you.

do you ever miss me? the late nights of laughing till our stomachs ached. 

our inside jokes. the days where everyone felt like a princess. 

i miss you. 

~lw~

Purpose.

I know I'm here for a purpose, I know I have a place. But right now it seems that nothings the way it should be. 

I know I'm not the only one who has to feel this way. But when you put us all together, it doesn't change a thing.  

I am on my own now, I am here to stay. I will be invincible; I will be my day.

~L~

I just looked at my other poems and decided I'm not ready to publish them yet. When they're ready, I definitely will. :D Hope you enjoyed these two!

Louisa

The Children's Hour

The Children's Hour

"Between the dark and the daylight,
When the night is beginning to lower,
Comes a pause in the day's occupations,
That is known as the Children's Hour.
I hear in the chamber above me
The patter of little feet,
The sound of a door that is opened,
And voices soft and sweet.
From my study I see in the lamplight,
Descending the broad hall stair,
Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra,
And Edith with golden hair.
A whisper, and then a silence:
Yet I know by their merry eyes
They are plotting and planning together
To take me by surprise.
A sudden rush from the stairway,
A sudden raid from the hall!
By three doors left unguarded
They enter my castle wall!
They climb up into my turret
O'er the arms and back of my chair;
If I try to escape, they surround me;
They seem to be everywhere.
They almost devour me with kisses,
Their arms about me entwine,
Till I think of the Bishop of Bingen
In his Mouse-Tower on the Rhine!
Do you think, o blue-eyed banditi
Because you have scaled the wall,
Such an old mustache as I am
Is not a match for you all!
I have you fast in my fortress,
And will not let you depart,
But put you down into the dungeon
In the round-tower of my heart.
And there will I keep you forever,
Yes, forever and a day,
Till the walls shall crumble to ruin,
And moulder in dust away!!"



~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Heyyyyyy

Oh my gosh. I feel so guilty. I mean, I haven't posted in almost two months. School started a few weeks ago and it's going great! All of my new teachers are really nice and I'm having fun with my friends. It's been going by so fast and I can't believe tomorrow is the first day of October. The weather is wayyyy cooling down and it's time to start pulling out my long pants. ;) I can't really think of anything else to say..............What should I dress up as for Halloween??? Any suggestions? Comment and tell me!!!

Again, sooo sorry I will TRY to post again soon!!

Louisa

Book review

Hey guys!! What's up? I haven't posted in quite a while. But since my new school is starting soon I will probably be writing some poems about that, not to mention more book reviews. Anyway, I was trying to think of something to post and my friend Rachel suggested that I write a book review. I decided to make comments on Emma, another Jane Austen favorite. I actually read this last fall, but I haven't been reading much new stuff lately, and this is definitely one of my all-time favorites. So here you go.

The scene is set where Emma, a 21 year old unmarried woman who is determined to be a matchmaker, is at her Governess, Miss Taylor's,  wedding. Her mother died years before and Emma and her older sister were left with Miss Taylor. After the wedding she is reflecting with her father about how much her Governess will be missed. They are interupted with the arrival of Mr. Knightley, a longtime family friend. He is six years older than Emma and with the departure of Miss Taylor, sort of takes the place of Emma's counselor, so-to-speak. The book has many ups and downs such as when Emma meets Harriet, a seventeen year old orphan, and takes her under her wing to try to get her married. Harriet falls into many traps of men who she thinks she is in love with, but they turn out to disappoint her. In the end, they all lived happily ever after, but after quite a trial. This is written in a style that you have to get used to, but it is totally worth a shot! This is seriously one of the greatest books ever written. Read it!!!!


Louisa

P.S.
I will be starting Wives and Daughters soon by Elizabeth Gaskell, and I will probably do a review on that when I finish. TTYL!!

The Gym by Night part 7

(Sorry I didn't post this sooner; I just got back from vacation.)

The next morning, I woke up, refreshed, from my “long” night of sleep.

I bolted down the stairs as fast as one can bolt with a broken wrist. Alex and my Mom were waiting for me at the breakfast table. I sat down breathlessly and poured my cereal.

“Kerry, this morning I got a call from the gymnastics coach and he wanted to know how you are doing,” my mom informed me. Fine, Mom. Tell me what the real reason is, I thought.

“He also indicated that you were interested in trying Rhythmic Gymnastics as we discussed. He referred me to the Head Coach at his gym, Ksenia Afanaseyva. She was apparently the 1984 Olympic Champion for the Soviet Union. She sounds excellent.” My mom was a bookkeeper for a manager of Apple, and very exact and precise. “What do you think?”

“Umm yeah I met her. She seems, uh, nice.” I stammered, remembering my exchange with the Coach the day before. “I can’t exactly do Rhythmic Gymnastics in a cast, though….”

“Oh yes you can!” Alex pointed out. “You can always do strength and conditioning. Do you think…. Do you think…. Well, do you think you can climb a rope?”

“Alex, I really think I can’t do it in this cast.”

“I bet you can. It just requires upper body strength.”

“And guess what! I just broke my wrist!!” I exclaimed, as my dog came up behind me and started licking my empty bowl.

“Stop it!” My mom hated when he ate table scraps.

“Anyway,” I said as I went to the kitchen and got a new bowl, “She wasn’t exactly the nicest person in the world…. She was really snippy with me and she was like “I don’t have time for you right now,” and she left me stranded.”

“I see,” Mom said slowly, “Maybe we can find a different coach for you. Though I doubt they have any more Rhythmic Gyms in town. And it would be quite a struggle to get you to one gym in the morning and Alex to another one. But with Coach Chip resign-“ She stopped, realizing she had said something that she wasn’t supposed to. I was fascinated. Coach Chip resigning?? That had to be what she meant. What else would “resign-“ mean?

“I’m full!” I announced, “I’m going to Ana’s house. Ta-ta!!!” And with that I sailed out the door without another word. I kept on sailing right down the street to Ana’s house. I rang the doorbell. I did a double take. The doorbell was Ana’s FLOOR MUSIC!!! Ana’s parents were so serious about her gymnastics. Ana flung open the door, scaring me. She saw my open mouth and said: “What?”

“Oh, nothing,” I said, embarrassed. “Oh, by the way, I like your doorbell.”

“Oh, yeah. I tried to keep them from doing it, but they resisted.” She rolled her eyes and then grinned. “So what’s up?” She asked.

“I have some uhh, news.” I was about to tell her and then I realized: Ana would be really upset that the gym was closing. That was probably why my parents hadn’t told Alex.

“SO DO I!!!!!!!” She practically screamed.

“Omygosh what are you so excited about?”

“I qualified elite!!”

“OH!! Congratulations!! I’m surprised Alex didn’t tell me!”

“Well,” said Ana sadly, “She wants to do college; she’s working on a scholarship for UCLA. So we won’t get to go to Nationals together. ;-(

“You made it to NATIONALS?”

“Yes, through the elite qualifier.”

“That’s awesome! Congrats again!”

“Thanks. Now what’s your news?” I decided to tell her. There was one other gym in town.

“I have a new piece to add to our mystery at the gym,” I said reluctantly. “I’m pretty sure Coach Chip is resigning.” I braced myself. Ana’s face crumpled. She ran into her room and I could hear her burst into tears. I just knew I was going to get into trouble with her strict parents.

Great.