End of the Notebook

     Sup Ya'll? So today my post is something I wrote on the very last page of a notebook. I'd had the notebook for about nine months and had written a lot of personal stuff in there. When it came to the last pages, I was really sad. Maybe I'm just overly sentimental but it felt a little like losing a friend. When I reached the end I didn't want the last page to just have some random song lyrics. So I wrote this piece as a sort of......tribute I guess. Kinda silly, writing a tribute for a notebook, but it made me feel better about letting it go, even as I started a new notebook. I don't know if I'd call it a poem exactly, but I hope you like it anyway!

End of the Notebook

I hope in the past nine months I've changed.

This notebook recorded all of my pain. 

But it captured the happy moments too. 

And it caught all the times that I needed You. 

The happy and sad times, the good and the bad times. 

I wrote it all down, the smiles and the frowns, 

songs fabricated, the worlds I created. 

I always took a note, so if you wanna know,

look inside this notebook and you'll look inside my head. 

The stories I brought to life the songs I left dead. 

The times I was hurting and needed a light. 

The times that I worshiped my Lord Jesus Christ. 

When Life was ok, when I had a good day,

when things got hard, or I just played a part. 

The times when I should've slept,

the secrets I would've kept,

if it hadn't been for a song within just dying to get out. 

A song that was reaching up for the clouds. 

So know this without a single a doubt, 

I've got no plans of burning out. 

Heck I'm gonna scream and shout. 

The world will know what I'm about. 

And so if you're reading this it means you've reached the end. 

It feels a little like I'm saying goodbye to a friend. 

But I'll find another notebook just you wait and see. 

You have not by any shot seen the last of me. 

End of the Notebook all rights reserved T. Cwanek 5/11/18 

     Please know that just because I finished that notebook doesn't mean I'm out of poems. I started writing in a new notebook and there's plenty to write about! And if and when I do run out, there's always song lyrics :) Anyway, that's all for today. Keep being awesome my peeps! 

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Original Poem: Rainy Day

     Hey Guys! Got a short poem today. The only inspiration for this is it was pouring really hard one night and I felt like writing about rain. Enjoy!

Rainy Day
Gray sky,
raindrops slide down the window.
Clouds cry,
damp and cold,
raindrops roll down my face.
Blue umbrellas,
red rubber boots,
puddle splashing,
soaked through.
Thunder crack,
lightning shred,
safe inside here in bed.
Curled up on the couch,
blanket, book and hot chocolate.
By the window
watch it pour.
I'll be sad when it doesn't anymore.
Rainy Day all rights reserved. T. Cwanek 5/9/18 

Let me know what movies I should review next!
                             
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Original Poem: The Memory of Life

     Hey guys! Sorry it's been awhile. My summer is always extremely busy so I haven't had time to post. For now, I'm going to try and post whenever I can, and get back into a more weekly schedule closer to fall.
     Today I'm sharing yet another poem, mostly because I haven't decided on another good movie or book to review yet. I'd love your suggestions!
     Anyway the premise for this poem is a teenage girl, who I at first imagined as dead (it's morbid I know, but I was thinking about ghosts at the time), remembering the best parts of her life. But as I was writing this it became more of a celebration of what I love about Life. Some things in this poem haven't actually happened to me, but I can't help it if I'm a hopeless romantic :)

The Memory of Life
I remember Water.
Clear blue pools
Escaping underwater to my secret world of muffled turquoise and bubbles and ripples.
Rain
Dancing in it
Swimming in it
Being alive in it
Coolness and calmness blending into electricity in my veins.
Ocean
Crashing waves becoming gentle trickles at my feet.
Liquid glass washing away any imperfections in the grainy sand.
Salt air filling my lungs with pure, clean Life.
Smooth ripples gliding over me,
floating me away, letting me forget all else.
I remember Water.

I remember Color.
Rainbow Christmas lights hung in my room.
No other glow but what they gave.
Red, Blue Yellow, Purple, Orange,Green.
Their glows blending and mixing, reflecting off my aqua walls.
A world of glow in the dark, reflecting glass, and twinkling lights.
An escape from reality to dream, to think, to imagine.
Fractured shadows creating newer, vibrant shades
bathing the room in a cool calmness.
I remember Color.

I remember Friendship.
Laughing and arguing.
Connected, tethered to each other's souls.
Listening, crying, hugging.
Always there through crashing thunder and gentle sun.
Fighting, forgiving.
Parties, cookouts, movies.
There in a heartbeat, always true.
No explanations needed.
Inseparable.
Purest form of trust existing.
Strongest form of loyalty.
I remember Friendship.

I remember Love.
The want, the need, of a mother's hug.
Acceptance, caring, father's favor.
Loyal dog to the end.
Girl's best friend.
Slow to anger, quick to forgive.
Lifelong friendships
Unbreakable bond.
Boys with freckles and flashing, mischievous eyes.
Holding hands, slow dances.
Secret kisses, the stars and the sky the only witnesses.
Taking the bullet for another's life.
Giving up everything for another's need.
No excuses.
Mistakes, apologies, forgiveness.
Patient, caring, loyal, unshakable.
I remember Love.

I remember Water and Color and Friendship and Love.
I remember Life.

The Memory of Life all rights reserved. T. Cwanek 12/22/17 

     Obviously this doesn't cover everything but I think the four topics work well together as one poem. Hope you guys liked it!

                                                                                                               Torilinn