tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40314080863141767112024-03-14T04:33:17.767-06:00Elizabeth Jane's Writingslizstephens04http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454070790700610141noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031408086314176711.post-69937762778584216232017-04-18T00:57:00.001-06:002017-04-18T00:57:12.261-06:00April's Poem: HelloHello dear friend,<br />
It's been a while since I've talked to you<br />
How are you doing?<br />
I'm doing fine.<br />
A lot has happened since you left<br />
I've had trials but I know you've been there<br />
I have felt you near when I needed you most<br />
I still miss you and I wish I could hear your voice<br />
But for now, I will just say goodbye<br />
Talk to you another time<br />
I'll never forget you<br />
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Dedicated to Christie Lynn Bateman Thompson <3lizstephens04http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454070790700610141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031408086314176711.post-14583383927014876902017-03-10T20:37:00.000-07:002017-03-10T20:37:21.551-07:00March's Poem: Who Am I (redone)<u style="font-weight: bold;">Who Am I?</u> (version 2)<br />
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I like swimming and hiking<br />
I like photography and meditating<br />
I like video games and TV<br />
I like movies and popcorn<br />
I like sushi and hot dogs<br />
I like campfires and sleeping outside<br />
I like warm showers and indoor plumbing<br />
I like sleeping all day and staying up late<br />
I like reading and being alone<br />
I like dancing and listening to music<br />
I like playing Checkers and Uno with friends<br />
I like sitting on the beach and walking along the shore<br />
I like being inside and hiding under a blanket<br />
I like psychology and learning new things<br />
I like technology and computers<br />
I like oldies music and listening to records<br />
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There are so many versions of me, some of them are hidden<br />
Some only come out for certain people<br />
Yet I love who I am, who I've become, and who I want to be<br />
I no longer wonder who I am<br />
Because I'm me<br />
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3/10/2017lizstephens04http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454070790700610141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031408086314176711.post-47058528429270052992017-02-12T02:42:00.002-07:002017-02-12T02:42:16.557-07:00February Poem: AgainAnnouncements on Social Media<div>
Again</div>
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Hands in hands, lips on lips</div>
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Again</div>
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Sweet words, sparkling eyes</div>
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Again</div>
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Cards, candy, flowers, gifts</div>
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Again</div>
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Nothing for me</div>
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Again</div>
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Empty mailbox, empty heart</div>
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Again</div>
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Maybe next year will be different</div>
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Again</div>
lizstephens04http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454070790700610141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031408086314176711.post-18960338184543366482017-01-24T22:09:00.001-07:002017-01-24T22:09:45.607-07:00January Poem: The Car<div>
<u><b>The Car</b></u></div>
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I had been having a rough few months</div>
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Life was hard, and I wasn't making it easier</div>
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Sometimes I wondered why I did it</div>
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Was it really worth it?</div>
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I was tired, both physically and mentally</div>
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And my emotions were up to the surface</div>
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I wanted to give up, go back to bed</div>
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For the rest of my life</div>
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I wasn't thinking much, just set on my destination</div>
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Not paying attention to much other than that</div>
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My feet were pushing me forward to where I wanted to go</div>
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When suddenly, I felt something to hit my arm</div>
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I can remember a scream and I saw a white car</div>
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Where I had just been seconds before</div>
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I felt annoyed at first, but not scared or hurt</div>
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As I reached the sidewalk, someone asked me if I was okay</div>
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My vision was going black, but I nodded automatically</div>
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They gave me a hug and made a joke, which I nervously laughed at</div>
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And asked me again if I was okay</div>
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Again, I nodded automatically</div>
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The driver yelled across the street, checking up on me</div>
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Always in auto drive, my brain not working right</div>
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I said I was fine and kept walking</div>
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I looked behind me and saw the girl watching me, so I waved</div>
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To signal that everything was fine</div>
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As I continued to my destination, my brain slowly caught up with me</div>
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"I JUST GOT HIT BY A CAR" it screamed, waking me up</div>
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I made myself keep walking, because I knew I'd go hysterically if I didn't</div>
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Made my feet go forward as over and over in my head the words repeated</div>
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That I was okay, I was alive, and I only hurt a little</div>
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Later that day I realized that I needed that bump</div>
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I needed to realize that I'm here for a reason</div>
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I might not know exactly why, but I'm here for something</div>
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And I need to keep moving forward through the hard times</div>
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Everything is for a reason, and I know why I was hit now</div>
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I almost want to find that girl and tell her thank you</div>
lizstephens04http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454070790700610141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031408086314176711.post-54685567952268532832016-12-05T02:33:00.000-07:002016-12-05T02:33:23.273-07:00UpdateHas it really been a year since I posted? Wow.<br />
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Times have been crazy but I have a few ideas. Hoping they all work out, but I'll share a few here :)<br />
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<li>Nanowrimo: I kind of failed this but hey, I finally figured out where I'm going with my Wolf Tamer novel. So I am hoping to get that written by the end of 2017! I also am planning on doing Nanowrimo again next year and hopefully having an outline planned this time.</li>
<li>Poem-A-Month: I apologize that I dropped the ball on this one this year, but I'm hoping to get back into in 2017. So expect a poem every month starting in January!</li>
<li>I am planning on doing a lot more writing in 2017! I want to just write, I miss just writing. Not necessarily having a plan, just writing down different story ideas and just being silly most of the time. I love it.</li>
<li>I have a goal to get even a self-published book done by the end of year. I don't know if that'll be the Wolf Tamer story or a different book, but I think it'd be fun to try something on Amazon. So we'll see!!!</li>
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Stay tuned for fun stuff! :D Thanks for sticking it out with me!</div>
lizstephens04http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454070790700610141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031408086314176711.post-46331253665963918412015-10-12T03:31:00.001-06:002015-10-12T03:31:03.940-06:00September's Poem -- For Daniel<span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 14.6667px; line-height: 20.24px; white-space: pre-wrap;">For Daniel</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.6667px; line-height: 1.38; white-space: pre-wrap;">Your journey ended sooner than we thought</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">We didn’t know about the demons you fought</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">You may not like the tears, but we can’t hold them back</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">It means that we know what we now lack</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">You entertained us and eased our pain</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">We only wish we could have done the same</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Though we may never understand all of it</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">We’ll always remember your quick wit</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Your words and music brought laughter and smiles</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">We didn’t know it but your world was full of trials</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">We will always remember you and what you stood for</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">In our mind, you’ll always be a man of lore</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Good bye Daniel, rest now in peace</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">We know your pain has now ceased</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">You’ll live on in our minds and our hearts</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">And cherish all that you created; all of your beautiful art</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></div>
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I know I've been MIA but school's been hard for me. I do want to continue writing poems once a month though, even if they're dumb. :)<br /><br />This poem is about someone who I just discovered this year. I watch a YouTube gamer/actor/vlogger by the name of <a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/markiplierGAME" target="_blank">Markiplier</a>. He recently moved in with some guys who did sketch comedy, Ryan and Daniel, by the name <a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/cyndago" target="_blank">Cyndago</a>. Unfortunately Daniel passed away last month due to an apparent suicide attempt. It was really hard on the guys and they all took a break to deal with their feelings and give them time to grieve. Mark has recently been uploading videos again and seems to be in a great place. They actually all seem to be in a great place, but Ryan and Matt (who has a channel called <a href="https://www.youtube.com/user/kidswithproblems" target="_blank">Kids W/ Problems</a> and recently joined Cyndago and is Mark's editor) are taking a little bit more time before they start coming back to YouTube. Ryan announced that Cyndago has ended, but it sounds like Ryan is going to be working with Matt and Mark, and Matt is going to continue with his own channel as well as helping Mark.<br />
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Daniel was only 21, so his life was cut tragically short. He was an amazing musician and really funny.<br />
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I know this is long, but I feel I need to say one more thing. Please, if you ever feel that you have no one to turn to, and you feel that suicide is the only option, please know that it's not. There are several resources out there, and you're not alone. So many people want to and can help you, but you have to reach out. Please seek help before making that decision. There's always something to live for, you just need to find it. If nothing else, you can type "Suicide" into Google and you'll find help. Don't do anything without seriously considering it. I know it hurts, but suicide is never the only option.lizstephens04http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454070790700610141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031408086314176711.post-68573253338969909562015-07-14T22:51:00.000-06:002015-07-14T22:51:07.332-06:00Sometimes I wonder: June PoemSometimes I wonder if we've met<div>
Maybe somewhere distant, or right here</div>
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Sometimes I wonder if we know each other</div>
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From the past...or will in the future</div>
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Sometimes I wonder if I've ever seen you</div>
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Or dreamt of you, or imagined you</div>
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Sometimes I wonder if I met you, would I know</div>
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Would I know if you were the one</div>
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Would you know if I was the one</div>
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Would we know it was right, it was ours</div>
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Would I know what to say</div>
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Would you know what to do</div>
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Would we know if it was time</div>
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Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever find you</div>
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Sometimes I wonder if you'll ever find me</div>
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Sometimes...I wonder</div>
lizstephens04http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454070790700610141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031408086314176711.post-46557556230721190152015-07-01T06:50:00.001-06:002015-07-01T06:50:59.734-06:00Almuñécar: May's PoemA beautiful place so far away from home<br />
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I listen to the waves crash against the rocks<br />
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As I watch the sun rise in the distance<br />
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I feel as though something has been calling me here<br />
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Calling my name, though I didn't know it until now<br />
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I turn my focus to the waves, and everything is calm<br />
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Everything that I've been worrying about is gone<br />
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My breathing is in time with each wave upon the shore<br />
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Wave goes out, inhale, wave comes in, exhale<br />
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The sea waves to me, and I smile inside<br />
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I didn't know you could miss something you've never seen<br />
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Yet it feels as though I've been waiting for this my whole life<br />
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I know it's almost time to go home, and happiness isn't there<br />
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I miss my family and my friends, but I will miss this too<br />
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I feel as though I'm going to leave a part of me here<br />
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One day, I'll have to come back and share it with others<br />
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For now, I'll just spend what time I have with the sealizstephens04http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454070790700610141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031408086314176711.post-7770063199199088892015-04-10T00:47:00.002-06:002015-04-11T13:24:23.234-06:00Mindful Walking: April's Poem<div class="MsoNormal">
I close my eyes and take a step<o:p></o:p></div>
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Feeling the squish of my shoe<o:p></o:p></div>
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Hearing the slight squeak as I step down<o:p></o:p></div>
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I take a deep breath and let it go slowly<o:p></o:p></div>
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As I lift up the other foot, keeping my eyes closed<o:p></o:p></div>
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Squish, squeak, squish, squeak<o:p></o:p></div>
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All other thoughts try to invade, but I don’t push them away<o:p></o:p></div>
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Instead I try to let them in with an open mind, then focus again<o:p></o:p></div>
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Squish, squeak, breathe. Squish, squeak, breathe.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I keep my eyes closed as I feel the soft breeze blow my hair<o:p></o:p></div>
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And notice the sweet smell of Spring in the air<o:p></o:p></div>
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Squish. Breathe. Squeak. Breathe.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Finally, I stop and let my eyes slowly open<o:p></o:p></div>
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The boulder I've been carrying seems to have been lifted off my shoulders<o:p></o:p></div>
I stretch and smile, feeling light and at peace.<br />
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About this poem:<br />
I've been learning about mindfulness and how it helps deal with depression, stress, and anxiety. It's my new favorite thing. If you haven't heard about it, I suggest Googling it and learning more about it. It has helped me so much this semester. That's what this poem is about, how I feel and what I experience when I do something called "Mindful Walking."<br />
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lizstephens04http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454070790700610141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031408086314176711.post-23774096620816875332015-03-13T02:35:00.001-06:002015-03-13T02:35:34.156-06:00The DoorI discovered a door today<br />
A door that's been there the whole time<br />
Abandoned, neglected, and hidden<br />
Out of sight, out of mind as they say<br />
The hinges were rusted shut and the key was gone<br />
However, someone came along<br />
Started looking for the key<br />
I told him to stop, but he wouldn't listen<br />
I knew it would be painful if he opened the door<br />
I ignored his suggestions that it would be okay<br />
He found the key and unlocked the door<br />
The hinges were as rusted as I thought<br />
I pulled open the door, and it hurt<br />
Yet it didn't hurt as badly as I expected<br />
We entered the room together<br />
I hadn't been in this room before, yet it was familiar<br />
There were many, many more doors in this room<br />
Some of them marked "DANGER" in big letters<br />
Others were like the first door, hidden and locked<br />
And others were wide open, inviting and pretty inside<br />
I wanted to go in the open rooms, but he told me no<br />
He said we needed to explore the dangerous ones first<br />
I knew this was best, and he led the way<br />
I'm still discovering all the rooms, but mostly by myself now<br />
I've grown strong enough to face any dangers the rooms hold<br />
Yet I couldn't have done it without his help and guidance<br />
Without him, I wouldn't have ever opened the first door<br />
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9-13-14<br />
<br />Dedicated to my friends, Sheilia, who pointed out the door, and Kevan, who found the keylizstephens04http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454070790700610141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031408086314176711.post-45825433965265423192015-03-13T02:25:00.001-06:002015-03-13T02:26:55.758-06:00Robert Thompson: March PoemThe best of friends hold our hands for a while<br />
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Leave imprints on our soul, like footprints on wet concrete</div>
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When they leave this Earth, they take part of our soul with them</div>
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Each beating of our heart seems to hurt, each breath seems painful</div>
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We cry for our loneliness, our longing for them to be back</div>
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Others try to comfort us, but nothing seems to ease the pain</div>
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Only time makes us stronger, strong enough to stand back up</div>
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The tears still come, the pain is still there</div>
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We have good days where we can smile and remember the good times</div>
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Yet we still have bad days where we feel the stabbing in our hearts all over again</div>
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We keep moving forward though, one foot in front of the other</div>
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That is what our friend would want, for us to keep going</div>
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The pain will never go away, the hurt and sorrow will never cease</div>
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But we get strong enough to bear it and continue on</div>
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A song, a smell, a forbidden memory can set us off, but we'll be ok</div>
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No matter how badly it hurts, it's important to remember those things</div>
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They are gone from this Earth, and we will miss them deeply</div>
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But we will forever hold their memories in our hearts</div>
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Until we meet again<br />
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Dedicated to Robert Thompson<br />
<br />My best friend and 2nd father<br />
Forever missed and forever loved<br />
1946-2015</div>
lizstephens04http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454070790700610141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031408086314176711.post-17170505222257144622015-02-02T11:01:00.001-07:002015-02-02T11:07:09.206-07:00Dear Cupid: Feb poem<b><i>This poem might be a bit cynical but hey...it's all in fun! :)</i></b><br />
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I don’t know why I was excluded<o:p></o:p></div>
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All these others with stars in their eyes<o:p></o:p></div>
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Men, women, even children<o:p></o:p></div>
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The day named after a saint long ago<o:p></o:p></div>
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The day I dread year after year<o:p></o:p></div>
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Why do you keep passing me over<o:p></o:p></div>
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I deserve love, too<o:p></o:p></div>
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The maddeningly happy baby with the saggy diaper<o:p></o:p></div>
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You’d better watch your back, kid<o:p></o:p><br />
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lizstephens04http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454070790700610141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031408086314176711.post-28989542773064072602015-02-02T11:00:00.000-07:002015-02-02T11:09:29.161-07:00Jan poem<b><i>I know it's late but here's my January poem! I don't have a title yet, I felt Winter Rain was too cliche and I wasn't feeling anything else...so for now it's untitled.</i></b><br />
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Winter rain doesn't make sense<o:p></o:p></div>
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Why are you not white and fluffy<o:p></o:p></div>
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Melting as soon as you hit the ground<o:p></o:p></div>
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Winter is supposed to mean ice<o:p></o:p></div>
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Snowball fights and cute snowmen<o:p></o:p></div>
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Instead we get wet sidewalks<br />
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Where have you gone Winter<o:p></o:p><br />
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Why is Spring invading so early<o:p></o:p></div>
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Don’t mock me sky<br />
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lizstephens04http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454070790700610141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031408086314176711.post-31730229704819573442014-12-13T00:39:00.001-07:002014-12-14T00:48:39.399-07:00Remember Me (Rough Draft)<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
Remember Me?<o:p></o:p></div>
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Hey there, remember me? It’s been a very long time.<o:p></o:p></div>
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We used to be so close, talking all the time<o:p></o:p></div>
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I gave you words of encouragement and made you smile<o:p></o:p></div>
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We laughed and cried and were there for each other<o:p></o:p></div>
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Lately you’ve pushed me back<o:p></o:p></div>
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The other one is always there<o:p></o:p></div>
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She’s not as nice as me, and she’s not encouraging<o:p></o:p></div>
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She calls you rude names but you still like her<o:p></o:p></div>
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You haven’t talked to me in years<o:p></o:p></div>
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I feel so lonely, watching you with her<o:p></o:p></div>
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I can’t understand why you keep her around<o:p></o:p></div>
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She makes you cry and beats you up inside<o:p></o:p></div>
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Hey there, remember me? I’m your
best friend.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I am you.<o:p></o:p></div>
lizstephens04http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454070790700610141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031408086314176711.post-35769029626860794622014-12-09T15:14:00.001-07:002014-12-09T15:14:31.704-07:00UpdateI know it's been a long time since I've updated this blog. I have some really good things coming but I suggest you follow my Facebook page since I update that a lot more than this blog. I do post my poems and stories on here but if you'd like to know WHEN it's coming, I tend to put a post on my page along of the lines of "new poem coming Friday" or "there's a new short story on my blog!" So go check that out. I promise I have some stuff coming, so stay with me! :)<br />
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<a href="https://www.facebook.com/ejwrites/timeline">https://www.facebook.com/ejwrites/timeline</a>lizstephens04http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454070790700610141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031408086314176711.post-17436734338443670002014-05-02T00:55:00.003-06:002014-12-13T00:41:22.739-07:00Hope<div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; padding: 0px;">
Darkness consumes me</div>
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Lightning cracks</div>
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Hidden in the shadows</div>
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I feel lost and scared</div>
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Close my eyes</div>
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Let it swallow me up</div>
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Before it does, I feel a light</div>
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Breaking through the clouds</div>
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The sun warms my face</div>
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I open my eyes and smile</div>
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She's there, holding out a hand</div>
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I take it and see</div>
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There are others there, too</div>
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I'm not alone after all</div>
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Liz Stephens</div>
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April 29, 2014<br />
Dedicated to Christie Lynn Thompson</div>
lizstephens04http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454070790700610141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031408086314176711.post-59190085758576124812014-04-03T11:05:00.000-06:002014-04-11T00:27:30.063-06:00Inner DemonThe storm clouds roll in<br />
Thunder booming, lightning cracking<br />
Rain runs down from my eyes.<br />
The bruises hurt, the broken heart aches<br />
I fall and sometimes I don't get up.<br />
Squeezing, tearing, flinching, hiding<br />
I can't hide, though. I can't run away.<br />
The demon causing the most hurt,<br />
The thing I'm most afraid of...<br />
Is inside of me.<br />
The battle is raging, the creature beat down.<br />
I'm still scared, but for now it's locked up.<br />
The storm is calm, the clouds not as dark,<br />
Sunlight peeking through the cracks.<br />
I can hear the growling behind the door,<br />
I can ignore it, keep it back.<br />
I know that I can win this battle.<br />
It's not easy, and sometimes it's overwhelming.<br />
The clouds threaten to press down on me again,<br />
And at times, the creature rattles the door.<br />
But if I keep my sword sharp,<br />
My army behind me, and stay courageous...<br />
I know I will be the victor.<br />
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Copyright 4-3-14<br />
Elizabeth Janelizstephens04http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454070790700610141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031408086314176711.post-54673117093047846692014-02-25T15:32:00.001-07:002014-02-25T15:32:58.766-07:00WritingsHey all,<br />
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I'm still here but school gets in the way sometimes :)<br />
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I am still writing poetry and stories but don't have anything ready to post on the blog yet. I'm still working on my wolf and dragon stories, as well as the Doctor Who fanfic. However, the LDS story went out the window. I am however, writing a realistic fiction story about a women with depression. This has been interesting since I don't suffer from depression.<br />
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Keep watching,<br />
Liz :)lizstephens04http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454070790700610141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031408086314176711.post-22706134486236242062013-02-04T13:24:00.003-07:002014-12-09T15:15:45.313-07:00Here's What's Coming!I haven't written many poems lately, but I do want to attempt those again. I took a creative writing class last semester and it was really good, I really enjoyed it. I need to get my major out of the way, but I might take another English class, just to polish up on my writing skills.<br />
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I'm currently writing a couple of fantasy stories. One is called "The Dragon Friend" and the other is called "The Wolf Tamer." They are both slightly dark, the Wolf Tamer more so, and I think that if I can get them the way they are in my head, they will turn out really good. Most of the time, the way they come out on paper is not at all how I imagined it. But I'm working on it.<br />
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So keep watching, and thank you for your continued support!<br />
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<br />lizstephens04http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454070790700610141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031408086314176711.post-51271007030266478182013-02-04T12:56:00.000-07:002013-06-28T20:34:16.964-06:00The TableThis is my newest short story. I wrote it for my English class but I liked it so I thought I'd share it. Keep in mind that it's a rough draft, but any comments are welcome. Thanks for reading and enjoy!<br />
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The
table. Always the table. The woman brushed her long brown hair back
from her brown eyes, adjusting uncomfortably in her seat. She looked
at the tall, thin man in line to get coffees. She sighed, and tapped
her long, peach-colored fingers on the glass top of the table,
getting some annoyed looks from people sitting nearby. She folded
her arms and smiled slightly as the man approached, placing a
Styrofoam cup of steaming coffee in front of the woman. He then
placed his own coffee on the table and sat down, his green eyes
piercing her very soul. She looked down at her coffee to avoid his
stare. They were silent for several minutes, both growing more
nervous by the second. Finally the woman broke the silence.</div>
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“The
table,” she said quietly.</div>
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“What
about it?” the man asked, not moving his eyes away from her face.
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“Always
the table.” The man didn't answer, finally looking away from her.
She looked up to see him stirring his coffee and taking a sip. She
sighed, taking a sip of her own coffee. “You can't just sit here,”
she finally said. “The table. There's something wrong.” The
man sighed too, not saying a word. “Fine,” she said angrily.
“Don't tell me. I know there's something wrong, because we only
sit at a table when something is wrong.”
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“I
met someone,” the man mumbled. The woman blinked, confused by his
words.</div>
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“What
does that even mean?” She leaned back in her chair, fighting the
angry tears that threatened to run out of her eyes.</div>
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“I
met someone,” the man repeated. “She's a therapist, I've been
seeing her for about two weeks.”</div>
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“Oh,”
the woman laughed with relief. “I thought you meant you <i>met
</i>someone. Why didn't you tell me
you've been seeing a therapist?”</div>
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“The
table,” the man reminded her. The woman looked at him, confused
again, then her full lips made an “o” as she realized what he was
telling her.</div>
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“The
table,” she whispered. “What...how...what happened?”</div>
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“We
haven't done anything, but I'm falling in love with her. I am so
sorry, Jane.” The woman called Jane nodded, looking down at the
glass table.</div>
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“What's
the therapist's name?”</div>
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“Linda.
Honestly, Jane, I was having issues that I don't want to talk about,
and a friend suggested I see her. I didn't realize this would
happen. I am so sorry. I still love you, Jane, but Linda is...I
don't know. She just seems so right for me.”</div>
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“It's
okay,” Jane said, grabbing his hand. “I understand. You don't
have to explain anything to me. I guess this is the last table, isn't it?”</div>
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“I
guess so,” the man answered. “Jane, I never meant to hurt you.”
Jane shrugged.</div>
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“You
hurt me when you asked me to sit at the table.” She sat up,
grabbed her coffee, and left, leaving the man feeling guilty and
confused.</div>
lizstephens04http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454070790700610141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031408086314176711.post-85968194841524266952013-01-02T00:57:00.000-07:002014-05-02T00:59:27.747-06:00Zoie BearMy grandma owned a cute toy red poodle, and after she passed away, we got her. We grew to love her and she became ours. I loved that little dog and I think she was more mine than anyone else's, but not purposefully. We all loved her a lot though, and she loved anyone that would pay attention to her, and loved you even more if you gave her food :)<br />
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We lost that cute little red thing in October. It was so sad and heartbreaking, but at the same time, she was out of pain and wasn't sick anymore. She was almost 14 years old and led a good, long life. I was also glad that she was reunited with her first parents and my aunt, who also loved her so much.<br />
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I have never written a poem about a dog before, so this is my first attempt.<br />
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Dearest Zoie Bear<br />
I remember when you were just a puppy<br />
You played and played and played<br />
You could wear out six adults<br />
And still have enough energy for six more<br />
I remember when you were learning tricks<br />
And we'd give you Cheerios and Fruit Loops<br />
The only thing you ignored was "stay"<br />
You did it great until we left the room<br />
Then you didn't have to stay anymore<br />
I remember when we brought you home<br />
And you weren't sure at first<br />
You grew to love us, and we loved you<br />
When I left for a few months, you missed me<br />
You would look for me every day, more than once a day<br />
I missed you too, and we were both happy to see each other<br />
I loved to cuddle you and hold you close<br />
I would give you too much people food<br />
You were too cute to say "no" to<br />
It was hard to say good bye<br />
I know it's not the end<br />
And you are with your 'mommy' and 'daddy'lizstephens04http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454070790700610141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031408086314176711.post-76786927022261209182012-10-31T10:35:00.002-06:002012-10-31T10:35:25.826-06:00Halloween Haiku<span class="userContent">My Halloween Haiku:<br /> <br /> Halloween is here<br /> Pumpkins, Candy, Costumes, Fun<br /> Going door to door</span>lizstephens04http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454070790700610141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031408086314176711.post-35946731341053031822012-07-05T17:50:00.001-06:002012-07-05T17:50:59.772-06:00Magic ValleyThere is a place far away, yet so very close<br />
All you have to do is think about it, and you are there<br />
This magical place is called Magic Valley<br />
There are fairies, unicorns, and other magical animals<br />
And a magic queen<br />
The queen will take your worries and problems<br />
And make them go away for a while<br />
She will take you into her arms and tell you<br />
That everything is okay, and everything will be all right<br />
The magical animals will sing songs of comfort to you<br />
And wipe your tears again, replacing them with smiles<br />
All you have to do is think about it<br />
And you are there, in Magic Valley<br />
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This poem is dedicated to my friend, Melba Porter, who created Magic Valley. This poem is for you, Melba. <3<br />
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<br />lizstephens04http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454070790700610141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031408086314176711.post-29218290751088832382012-01-18T23:53:00.003-07:002013-01-31T01:04:50.002-07:00LorieThough your life wasn't easy on this Earth<br />
You took your lot with a smile upon birth<br />
Though your ears couldn't hear well, and your mind couldn't always understand,<br />
You always gave your best to give a helping hand<br />
You preferred the name Lorie, but to us, you were Laurie<br />
I'd love to come over and listen to your life story<br />
You were my aunt, and you showed me your love<br />
And now I know you're watching from above<br />
Though we all miss you and wish you were here<br />
I know you are happy and have no fear<br />
Let everyone know that I am okay<br />
And that I will see them again some day<br />
<br />
Elizabeth J Stephens<br />
2013<br />
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<br />lizstephens04http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454070790700610141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4031408086314176711.post-30768089140326079602012-01-18T23:53:00.001-07:002012-01-18T23:53:31.717-07:00Update<br />
I'd like to apologize, it's been a crazy year already, and it's only the 19th of January! Instead of my plan to write a poem a week, and a short story a month, we're just going to play it by ear and see how things go. :-) I will try hard to write a lot more than I did last year, however. Keep watching and I'll keep you updated. Thank you!!!<br />
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~*Liz*~<br />lizstephens04http://www.blogger.com/profile/16454070790700610141noreply@blogger.com0