Blog of a (Maybe) Teen Author

For those of you who haven't heard, I am guest posting on Blog of a (Maybe) Teen Author tomorrow. I will be sharing a poem called Hope, and shortly introducing myself. For more info you can search Blog of a (Maybe) Teen Author on my site for my first post on this topic(its called the same thing). The link for the guest post is also at the bottom of the post.

http://maybeteenauthor.blogspot.com

The Middle

Have you ever seen the sunset, without seeing the sun?

Have you ever comprehended the borderline, between two foreign place?

Have you ever spotted the moon, within a cloudless morning?

Have ever payed any mind, to the space between paragraphs?

Have you ever really, truly seen the meaning behind the meaningless middle?

-Kristin M.

With Every Tear.....

I watch, I listen
I ache, I cry
I hope forever
Untill sun is nigh.


Let me pray
'till you are here
Let me ache
With every tear.

Blog of a (Maybe) Teen Author

Lately I've been commenting on other writers blogs, asking them to visit my site so I could receive a little more publicity and get the word out there. While browsing through the web for other teen/tween writer's sites, I was fortunate enough to come across one called Blog of a (Maybe) Teen Author, written by Emily Russel. I read some of her posts, and eventually left a comment with my web address. Apparently she liked my writing okay, because she asked me to introduce myself on her blog and share a poem(I picked one called Hope, I haven't posted it on my site yet). If you'd like to see what I posted and the rest of her blog, visit  the link at the bottom of the page. Her stuff is actually pretty neat, and  really funny, too(;

                     My post will appear on June 31st, hope your there to see it!

                        Go to: http://maybeteenauthor.blogspot.com

                                               -Kristin M.

My Heaven

I'm soaring.


Touching the thin blue blanket of sky, I fly through the clouds. No stress, no worries, no unbearable emotions to fill my mind. It's all happiness, all joy. Why should I ever worry, anyway? There's nothing in the world worth worrying about.


My fingertips brush the soft tree tops as I swoop above the green sea of forest. Letting the wind carry me I then begin to spiral up towards the clouds, my wings skimming the silky white mist. It feels beautiful, wonderful, unimaginable, beyond any describable words.


It feels like home.


Like freedom.


Like sweet hope and happiness.


This is nothing short of my heaven.