My Quest Poem

By Carol Lynn Myers

I walk down abandoned,

quite,

hopefully lonley

city streets.

Light trickles to the ground from streetlights,

light beams are eaten by the shadows of darkness below my bear feet.

The light of the moon adds a glow of mystery

clouds elude it’s light.

I hear the sound of my footsteps and imagine myself walking away from this,

these problems,

this emptiness,

but the faster I walk the more I relies that isn’t possible.

My feet stumble onto soft sand that tickles its way between my toes.

I make my way slowly to the beaches edge,

until finally,

I reached where the ocean coresses the shore.

Waves slowly rolled in and grabbed at my toes.

The water pulsed, like an Indian drum

I felt the ocean’s heart beat bleed into my pores as it’s beat began to melt into mine.

I looked outward into the darkness then closed my eyes.

I heard the lullaby of the wind as it blew through the palm trees

smoothly,

slowly,

swooshed and slurred dancing through it’s leaves.

The sweet smell of tropical flowers is beautifully intoxicating as their sent drifts in the wind.

The sound of the ocean engulfs me into a warm and dreamy state of mind.

Suddenly rain drops began to splash down at random.

I think of then,

I think of now,

I think of them.

I love rain, it rained the day I left you know.

That happy sad day when everything seemed to be getting better but worse.

Alone in a world that didn’t know I existed, I relised at that moment how small I was.

The world could go on with out me,

I swore to myself that someday I’d do something so great and so amazing,

that it just couldn’t.

I sit down.

A shadow of someone comes from behind me.

My heart races.

I feel afraid.

The figure pauses and an older man locks his eyes with mine,

I feel as though he’s reading my soul.

His sad face and slouched figure make me sad.

I move my mouth to speak, I want to tell him something,

maybe just explain that I want always like this.

I know he wanted to say the same things, I cound see it in his eyes.

But words wouldnt form in my mouth.

He truns and keeps walking.

I follow him with my eyes and watch him lay under a park bench out of the rain,

where he makes his bed for the night.

I lean over to pick up a seashell that lays next to me,

Its surface is cool, and smooth.

I let my many emotions flow from my fingertips into its surface.

When all my feeling have excaped,

I throw it,

suspended in the air for only a moment,

only to fall in a slow like motion into the restless water.

I walk back to the empty road.

I stand there for a moment and splash into a puddle.

Bright headlights appear from a car come over the hill,

I see windshield wipers beating back and forth trying to defeat the rain.

I stick out my thumb and the car slowly pulls over to the side.

“where are you headed”

“I don’t really know, so It doesn’t matter”

“I can take you as far as Lahiana”

“alright, thankyou”

I’m off to find someplace else.

Nephews...

Sooooo yahhh I pretty much have the cutest nephews, Jack and Blake, and they are my little palls :) Me and Jack like to go on walks and pick wildflowers in the field behind the our house. Jack likes to dance when I play the guitar and he grabes my hands and leads me off to show me something "cool".... which sometimes just ends up being a skittle on the floor, or some sweet toy he's proud of or the view from outside the window, to him the world is a beautiful and fasinating place. He's taught me to look for the beauty in little things... like a bug on a blade of grass, he gets so excited. My nephew Blake is a little one and he's starting to roll over and giggle. I just love my nephews

Please?

You say you care, why exactly did you abandon me? You say for my own good .... I still don't see it. I want to tell you i'm angry , disappointed, confused, torn between the person I am and the one i'm known to you as. I'm an individual. I'm not like them or those.

You think you know me but you don't.

I just want to be understood but I cant explain the way I feel... please, please hear what im not saying

"Ohhhh You Make Me Smile"

Once apon a time there was an ordinary girl, who lived in an ordinary place in a far away land called South Dakota. She had a best friend named Kat. At lunch her and Kat would eat saltines dipped in pink frosting while Megan drew her superhero pictures. Megan always made everything funny and sometimes the ordinary girl and Kat would laugh so hard theyd almost pee their pants. Yep, this group of friends was nothing but "ordinary" but over time they would become EXTRODINARY to the life of this ordinary girl.

Here is her story as seen through her eyes...

"I cant do it" I said. "Yes you can", we both laughed because we knew she was wrong. I looked up at my best friend Katherine who was spotting me. I reached my hands up and griped the bar. What were we thinking!? Two girls in weightlifting, at school. When we were regrestering for Junior classes we both need a gym credit and Megan had sayed that class would be easy. So there we were trying to bench the bar.
I met Katherine sophmore year. Fate brought us together when we were placed in the same math class. Then sat by eachother at lunch. For the longest time we never really talked and if we had only known we would be best friends or the way things would end up im sure we wouldnt have wasted time being strangers to eachother. Me and Katherine became such close friends. We both understood eachother. Even if we couldnt find the right words to say what we ment, we just felt eachothers pain and happiness. In gym class we would sing and laugh and im sure people thought we were crazy but we didnt really care. Our best friend song was "Smile" by Uncle Kracker. The day I left that song came on the radio and we cryed. Iv never seen Katherine cry before. She's been through alot but she is so strong. I hope to be more like her. She made me a book full of pictures of us and quotes and told me not to read it until I was on the air-plain. I had an 11hour layover in Oregon where I spent the night at the airport. I felt so alone and scared about starting a new life in Hawaii so I read her book. She wrote a letter to me in the beginning of it... "(Lynn)...no ocean can seperate me and you forever. We will see eachother again someday, even though we might be a little older and a little wiser our frindship will be the same as it was when you left." Golly I love that girl <3

"Me and Kat, we was like best friends before we were born... it just took
us a while to find eachother"-Lynn

Lynn to Kat "Isnt it sad how the friendlist people in school have like no
friends?" Kat "Yahhh... I know that feeling" Lynn "WHO AM I?"


"Your better than the best. Im lucky just to linger in your light. Cooler than the flip-side of my pillow, thats right. Completly unaware, nothing can compair to where you send me lets me know that its ok, yeah its ok and the moments when my goodtimes start to fade... You make me smile" -[Smile by Uncle Kracker]

Happiness From Pain

Iv learned that happiness sometimes comes from pain... Reality is that sometimes life just hurts, it dosent make sence, it dosent seem fair. Maybe two lives are brought together as a result of something bad, but maybe we can look back on that bad thing and in a way appreciate it because of it joining our lives together. Why has life made you sacrifice more then me when we are both getting the same rewards? Maybe before this life we cared about eachother so much that, and your being the strong person you are, were willing to go through it so we could be placed in eachothers lifes. I wish I could have done more, felt your pain so I could honestly say "I understand" as I cryed with you. Is it logical to wish for more hurt in my life? For more fairness? Is that silly or stupid or do these feelings have another word that they should go by, selflessness? Maybe lifes lessons have taught you to be enduring and hopefull and strong, and watching you taught me to be selfless. Thankyou for holding on, for enduring what you did. My life could never be the same without you.

Forgotten Language

Forgotten Language
By: Shel Silverstein
Once I spoke the language of the flowers,
Once I understood each word the caterpillar said,
Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings,
And shared a conversation with the houseflyin my bed.
Once I heard and answered all the questionsof the crickets,
And joined the crying of each falling dyingflake of snow,
Once I spoke the language of the flowers. . . .
How did it go?
How did it go?

The Ocean

I love the ocean. I love the sound of crashing waves and the natural "high" I get when I see the sunsetting beyond them. When Im near the ocean I feel so small, and sometimes helpless. I think thats because it makes me relise how big this world is and how we are all just tiny specks trying to find our place in it all.

When I was living in Hawaii I made a promise with Ana, one of my very best friends, who lived far away to take a walk to the ocean everynight. She told me when I got there to sing or think about life, my wishes, my dreams ... wonderful, happy, sad things. She told me to pick up a seashell or a small rock and just hold it in my hands while I was thinking and before I left eachnight through it back into the ocean. Until now it was our little secret. Maybe this is why I love the ocean so much, because each night I threw my thoughts and feelings into it with hopes of every dream coming true... hoping someday everything would be alright.