The Trees are Calling... (and a bunch of other random stuff I feel like posting)

Hey everyone... with school just starting up I haven't had a whole lot of time on the computer, sorry! It seems like I'm always saying that doesn't it?

Before I get to the writing piece for the day, I have a few other things I must share with you all:

First off, my wonderful Nana (Nancy Louise)  has just started a new blog called my My Oaxaca about her trip to Oaxaca, Mexico. She will be staying and helping at a children's learning center for three weeks, though other than that I don't no very many details over it honestly. She's spent months and months preparing for this trip, and having used her broken toaster and microwave for almost a year, I know she's made a lot of sacrifices for it too! (:

And secondly, I'm writing my first book on the wattpad website, and I'm going to be publishing it by this Friday at least. If you would like to find it just look up wattpad.com on google and then search for kristin1 or Spark. You should find a book called Spark by kristin1, the cover will most likely have a burning candle on it. I've only got two chapters on it at the moment, but I'll make sure to update soon! Please leave a comment and vote if you like it! It would mean a lot!

Anyway, I'm pretty sure that's it.  This piece I wrote a while ago, it's one of my favorites.  It's not a poem, I felt like posting something a little different today I guess:



                                                 The Trees are Calling

Cold rain runs down my face, beating against my neck as I look up into the gray blanket of sky. I let the drops slowly wash away my tears, my pain, then I close my eyes allowing myself to drift into another world. I imagine myself running, wild and free, off into a land of no worries, of no mountains that block our wild unreachable dreams. When I finally open my eyes, I just throw back my arms and just run. I keep going for lord knows how long, sprinting through the swaying trees. The wind runs it's cold fingers slowly through my dark hair as I go, rain pounding down on my face. My bare feet are numb from the freezing soil, but I don't care. I fly into the wild green wilderness. The trees call to me...

They are calling me home.

-Kristin M.
 

Binded Oposites

Sorry I haven't written in a while, been soo busy! I just got back from camp, and I went strait to Idaho from there. I had to post this on my grandparents computer.

A sin, a gift
A shadow, a light
A tear to be spilled
A hopeful delight

The high, the low
The dark, the bright
The blessing and curse
The blackened and white

All to be shared
The same heart, the same mind
To even the other
To split and to bind

-Kristin M.

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.