There is a girl I've known since birth,
Who heard me utter my first word,
But may not hear my last,
She never asked how much her love cost,
For what kind of payment would it be worth?
A love that has melted away the frost,
A love that's stronger than the thickest cord,
To see this love I only need to think on my past.
It has been as close to me as my hand in front of my face,
It knows no boundaries and fills every space,
It can be as distant as a mountain,
Yet still pour down on me like a fountain,
It has been as tiny as a grain of sand,
Though louder than a Rock Band,
It, when fallen to my knees, has helped me to stand,
And I've always know it will never leave my hand.
And yet, like the wind you never know it's there until you think on it.
There is a girl I've known since birth,
And I know, to her, how much I'm worth,
For she was there when this world made me cry,
She helped me when I was shy,
She made me laugh and my heart to fly.
Who is this girl you say?
Who has loved me this way?
Well, that would happen to be my sister.
Monday, December 13, 2010
Saturday, December 4, 2010
In memory of Mr. Tony Cobb
This is my second poem dedicated to Mr. Tony. I wrote my first one when there was still hope he could make it. This one I had started in his hospital room during his last and wasn't able to finish until now. But through many tears and much heartache it is finally finished.
Dear Angels:
But dear angels in heaven,
If you come to take him at our fathers bidd'n,
If our God has sent you to bring him home,
We must let you come,
Even though the thought of it makes our hearts Tare,
We must allow him to be put in your care,
For there in the Lord's arms he will find a perfect rest,
If this be his final test,
Then let him obey our Father's call,
For that same call will come to all,
Who have fought the good fight,
Through many hardships and strife,
But received many blessings in love,
And have received their help from the father above,
But tell the Lord as you go on your way,
To not let the hearts of those who are staying behind fray,
But give us the comfort and rest we need,
And let this man's life be planted in our lives like a seed,
So we can grow in the same manner,
Let his legacy be known as the good planter,
Who has sown in our hearts the love and fear of the Lord,
He has taught us how to use God's word as a sword,
From him we know how to obey the commandment's of the Lord,
Let the love of God he showed, in us be poured,
So we will not stray from our Father's way,
So we will fellowship with Christ in light,
Let all darkness in us take flight,
And let us remember this great Saint as we keep on fighting each day,
So that when you, dear angels, come in our end,
We will leave this world in peace,
For we followed this man's great legacy,
So when our time begins to cease,
You, dear angels, our Father will send,
To take us to our home with all urgency,
Where pain and tears are replaced,
With joy and songs, and reunion to those we love,
And for eternity this is where we will be placed,
Having communion with those good Saints and with our Lord above,
So dear angles in heaven,
I know you have come,
At our Father's bidd'n,
To take your Saint Mr. Tony home,
While there are many tears,
And many more fears,
For we do not know what our future holds without him,
We know that one day, for us, you will come,
To bring us home,
And there we will again see him,
No more sorrow,
No more pain,
This is our hope for the morrow,
This is why we do not let our praises to you, Oh God, refrain,
We miss you Mr. Tony.......so much. You were such a bright shining light in this dark world. No matter what came, you kept on sharing the love of our Lord even unto the end, but not the end of everything, only the end of your mission and hard work upon this earth. Your strong faith in the Lord still reverberates in our hearts; you were a man of great faith and we only wish we could add up to that. Your legacy is your faith, and THAT....is the greatest legacy in the world. We will continue to press on because we WILL see you again one day. With your content smile and your loving ways. You will be ready for us when we come, you and Mrs. Cindy both, will be standing there waiting for us; ready with a smile and also a joke. "What took you so long?"
Dear Angels:
But dear angels in heaven,
If you come to take him at our fathers bidd'n,
If our God has sent you to bring him home,
We must let you come,
Even though the thought of it makes our hearts Tare,
We must allow him to be put in your care,
For there in the Lord's arms he will find a perfect rest,
If this be his final test,
Then let him obey our Father's call,
For that same call will come to all,
Who have fought the good fight,
Through many hardships and strife,
But received many blessings in love,
And have received their help from the father above,
But tell the Lord as you go on your way,
To not let the hearts of those who are staying behind fray,
But give us the comfort and rest we need,
And let this man's life be planted in our lives like a seed,
So we can grow in the same manner,
Let his legacy be known as the good planter,
Who has sown in our hearts the love and fear of the Lord,
He has taught us how to use God's word as a sword,
From him we know how to obey the commandment's of the Lord,
Let the love of God he showed, in us be poured,
So we will not stray from our Father's way,
So we will fellowship with Christ in light,
Let all darkness in us take flight,
And let us remember this great Saint as we keep on fighting each day,
So that when you, dear angels, come in our end,
We will leave this world in peace,
For we followed this man's great legacy,
So when our time begins to cease,
You, dear angels, our Father will send,
To take us to our home with all urgency,
Where pain and tears are replaced,
With joy and songs, and reunion to those we love,
And for eternity this is where we will be placed,
Having communion with those good Saints and with our Lord above,
So dear angles in heaven,
I know you have come,
At our Father's bidd'n,
To take your Saint Mr. Tony home,
While there are many tears,
And many more fears,
For we do not know what our future holds without him,
We know that one day, for us, you will come,
To bring us home,
And there we will again see him,
No more sorrow,
No more pain,
This is our hope for the morrow,
This is why we do not let our praises to you, Oh God, refrain,
We miss you Mr. Tony.......so much. You were such a bright shining light in this dark world. No matter what came, you kept on sharing the love of our Lord even unto the end, but not the end of everything, only the end of your mission and hard work upon this earth. Your strong faith in the Lord still reverberates in our hearts; you were a man of great faith and we only wish we could add up to that. Your legacy is your faith, and THAT....is the greatest legacy in the world. We will continue to press on because we WILL see you again one day. With your content smile and your loving ways. You will be ready for us when we come, you and Mrs. Cindy both, will be standing there waiting for us; ready with a smile and also a joke. "What took you so long?"
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Time:
Time:
Time will pass,
And time will come,
And our time is never your time,
So we must let your time be the one,
You Lord know the path we must take,
You Lord lead us on the right road,
All in your time, all in you wake,
You will help lift our load,
Time will pass,
And time will come,
And our time is never your time,
So we must let your time be the one,
On the way there will be some sorrow,
But you gave to us the Spirit of Comfort,
So even though we don't know the morrow,
You will always be our home port,
Time will pass,
And time will come,
And our time is never your time,
So we must let your time be the one,
Even in our loneliness,
You are never far,
Because it is just homesickness,
From being away from you and who you are,
Time will pass,
And time will come,
For all the things you have for us to fall into place,
And then some,
Poem inspired by how God's time and path never matches ours. Also v.3 is about Jesus telling the coming of the Spirit of Comfort in the end of John's gospel. V.5 is from the quote: "The soul hardly ever realizes it, but whether he is a believer or not, his loneliness is really a homesickness for God." - Hubert Van Zeller
Time will pass,
And time will come,
And our time is never your time,
So we must let your time be the one,
You Lord know the path we must take,
You Lord lead us on the right road,
All in your time, all in you wake,
You will help lift our load,
Time will pass,
And time will come,
And our time is never your time,
So we must let your time be the one,
On the way there will be some sorrow,
But you gave to us the Spirit of Comfort,
So even though we don't know the morrow,
You will always be our home port,
Time will pass,
And time will come,
And our time is never your time,
So we must let your time be the one,
Even in our loneliness,
You are never far,
Because it is just homesickness,
From being away from you and who you are,
Time will pass,
And time will come,
For all the things you have for us to fall into place,
And then some,
Poem inspired by how God's time and path never matches ours. Also v.3 is about Jesus telling the coming of the Spirit of Comfort in the end of John's gospel. V.5 is from the quote: "The soul hardly ever realizes it, but whether he is a believer or not, his loneliness is really a homesickness for God." - Hubert Van Zeller
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Another Song
Here's another song that I wrote but this one doesn't have a title. It's kinda long though, but I figured I'd post it anyways. Enjoy!
(verse 1)
She walks down this path, this is her first time,
Her friends and family say "Just get it done and when it's over you'll feel fine."
How could she have a baby when she's the only one who wants it?
And through her tears she knows it won't be fine when it's over and done with,
Nobody knows the tears she's cried through the night alone,
Nobody sees that she wants to keep this baby and raise it on her own,
Why can't we help her?
She doesn't have to go through with this,
She can keep her baby,
But why do we always tend to look the other way?
(chorus)
We cry without a tear running down our cheek,
We scream without a sound,
We seem strong but instead we're really weak,
We're lost but we think we're found,
This is the place where all tears run dry,
But I know of one who will take your pain away,
He'll heal your broken heart and get you through another day,
But for now you gotta just let yourself cry,
(verse 2)
He's thought this way before, this isn't the first time,
Will his friends and family ever understand him?
Does anyone even want to take the time to try?
How can he continue his life when there's no one to help him through it?
For him taking his life is the easiest way to deal with it,
Nobody knows the tears he's cried through the night alone,
Nobody knows the pain he feels for wanting to live, but it seems meaningless,
Life is so hopeless,
Why can't we help him?
He doesn't have to feel this way,
Let us show him how much his life counts and ask him to not throw it away,
But why do we always tend to look the other way?
(chorus)
We cry without a tear running down our cheek,
We scream without a sound,
We seem strong but instead we're weak,
We're lost but we think we're found,
This is the place where all tears run dry,
But I know of one who will take your pain away,
He'll heal your broken heart and get you through another day,
But for now you gotta let yourself cry,
(verse 3)
Girl, listen to your heart and don't care what other's say,
There's another life inside you, please don't toss that away,
Boy, your life is precious and there is someone who cares, me! So listen to these words I say,
Live life to the fullest and please don't let your breath just slip away,
Inside our hearts we keep our secrets and our tears,
Outside in life we don't show these silent constant fears,
We feel alone,
Because there's no one who will dare to show us they care,
But we are not left alone,
Because there's one who will always stay with us and will take on that dare,
(bridge)
I've been to that place of piercing pain,
Nobody knew the tears I cried,
Because by morning those tears had dried,
I thought no one cared,
Then I let one into my heart who went through more than I will ever know,
It was for me He was slain,
And through His death it was His love He meant to show,
(last chorus)
The tears that would show the pain are always hidden inside,
The heart that feels faint is never shown to the outside,
But it's okay to let the tears stream down your cheek,
It's okay to scream and make a sound,
Because we are lost and weak,
And there is hope, we can be found,
The one named Jesus will take the broken heart away,
He'll heal your pain and help you through another day,
So go on and cry out to him this day,
Just cry.
(verse 1)
She walks down this path, this is her first time,
Her friends and family say "Just get it done and when it's over you'll feel fine."
How could she have a baby when she's the only one who wants it?
And through her tears she knows it won't be fine when it's over and done with,
Nobody knows the tears she's cried through the night alone,
Nobody sees that she wants to keep this baby and raise it on her own,
Why can't we help her?
She doesn't have to go through with this,
She can keep her baby,
But why do we always tend to look the other way?
(chorus)
We cry without a tear running down our cheek,
We scream without a sound,
We seem strong but instead we're really weak,
We're lost but we think we're found,
This is the place where all tears run dry,
But I know of one who will take your pain away,
He'll heal your broken heart and get you through another day,
But for now you gotta just let yourself cry,
(verse 2)
He's thought this way before, this isn't the first time,
Will his friends and family ever understand him?
Does anyone even want to take the time to try?
How can he continue his life when there's no one to help him through it?
For him taking his life is the easiest way to deal with it,
Nobody knows the tears he's cried through the night alone,
Nobody knows the pain he feels for wanting to live, but it seems meaningless,
Life is so hopeless,
Why can't we help him?
He doesn't have to feel this way,
Let us show him how much his life counts and ask him to not throw it away,
But why do we always tend to look the other way?
(chorus)
We cry without a tear running down our cheek,
We scream without a sound,
We seem strong but instead we're weak,
We're lost but we think we're found,
This is the place where all tears run dry,
But I know of one who will take your pain away,
He'll heal your broken heart and get you through another day,
But for now you gotta let yourself cry,
(verse 3)
Girl, listen to your heart and don't care what other's say,
There's another life inside you, please don't toss that away,
Boy, your life is precious and there is someone who cares, me! So listen to these words I say,
Live life to the fullest and please don't let your breath just slip away,
Inside our hearts we keep our secrets and our tears,
Outside in life we don't show these silent constant fears,
We feel alone,
Because there's no one who will dare to show us they care,
But we are not left alone,
Because there's one who will always stay with us and will take on that dare,
(bridge)
I've been to that place of piercing pain,
Nobody knew the tears I cried,
Because by morning those tears had dried,
I thought no one cared,
Then I let one into my heart who went through more than I will ever know,
It was for me He was slain,
And through His death it was His love He meant to show,
(last chorus)
The tears that would show the pain are always hidden inside,
The heart that feels faint is never shown to the outside,
But it's okay to let the tears stream down your cheek,
It's okay to scream and make a sound,
Because we are lost and weak,
And there is hope, we can be found,
The one named Jesus will take the broken heart away,
He'll heal your pain and help you through another day,
So go on and cry out to him this day,
Just cry.
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Love Poem
I've never written a love poem before so here's my attempt at doing so. I wrote two of them around the same time so I'll just post both together. I hope you enjoy!
Love:
I wonder if u know I love u?
I wonder if u can see,
My longing forever for u,
Oh what is wrong with me?
Can u see within my heart,
Can u know that love within,
I long to love u all my life,
Help u through any of your hurt and strife,
Just see how much love I hold for u within,
A space in my heart where my love for you does not depart,
I wonder if u know I love you?
I wonder if you can see,
My longing forever for you,
Oh what is wrong with me?
I love with a love not like any I've had before,
I love you above my family and friends,
God is the only one I love over you,
But second to Him is no one else but you,
The broken, cold heart I once owned now mends,
I didn't let this kind of love into my heart ever once before,
My love,
can you not sense how much I love you,
Long for you,
Care about you,
Worry for you,
And would give my all for you?
I wonder if you know I love you?
I wonder if you can see,
My longing forever for you,
Oh what is wrong with me?
What is wrong with me?
I am in love and that, everyone can see,
Can I not hide it, so they won't see,
No. I can't because it has become a part of me,
This love for you will always be,
Oh what is wrong with me?
Days Without You:
I hate every day,
Every second I'm not with you,
Every breath I take without you,
And every heart beat I have when I'm not there with you,
All these things I hate about each day,
Because I'm not near you,
I long with all my being to be beside you,
To just touch you,
To just lay with you,
And to love you.
So every passing day I hate more and more,
Because I am not with you there,
I long for the day I'll stand in your door,
And live my life in yours forevermore.
I miss you,
Every second of every day,
With every breathe I take,
And with every heart beat I make.
Love:
I wonder if u know I love u?
I wonder if u can see,
My longing forever for u,
Oh what is wrong with me?
Can u see within my heart,
Can u know that love within,
I long to love u all my life,
Help u through any of your hurt and strife,
Just see how much love I hold for u within,
A space in my heart where my love for you does not depart,
I wonder if u know I love you?
I wonder if you can see,
My longing forever for you,
Oh what is wrong with me?
I love with a love not like any I've had before,
I love you above my family and friends,
God is the only one I love over you,
But second to Him is no one else but you,
The broken, cold heart I once owned now mends,
I didn't let this kind of love into my heart ever once before,
My love,
can you not sense how much I love you,
Long for you,
Care about you,
Worry for you,
And would give my all for you?
I wonder if you know I love you?
I wonder if you can see,
My longing forever for you,
Oh what is wrong with me?
What is wrong with me?
I am in love and that, everyone can see,
Can I not hide it, so they won't see,
No. I can't because it has become a part of me,
This love for you will always be,
Oh what is wrong with me?
Days Without You:
I hate every day,
Every second I'm not with you,
Every breath I take without you,
And every heart beat I have when I'm not there with you,
All these things I hate about each day,
Because I'm not near you,
I long with all my being to be beside you,
To just touch you,
To just lay with you,
And to love you.
So every passing day I hate more and more,
Because I am not with you there,
I long for the day I'll stand in your door,
And live my life in yours forevermore.
I miss you,
Every second of every day,
With every breathe I take,
And with every heart beat I make.
Monday, October 11, 2010
A New Song
So I found this song that I wrote and decided to post it. I hope you enjoy it! I usually don't write songs because I've always been more of the poet.
A New Song:
(verse 1)
If I could hide in your shadow,
And be covered by your healing wings,
I would,
If I could stay in this sanctuary,
Never again to leave your loving arms,
I would,
And I ask, how is it you love me so?
(chorus)
You guide me as a father,
You hold me as a friend,
You are my brother and king to the end,
You Oh high creator,
Came from your throne in heaven,
All to give your precious flowing blood for me,
A wretched, undeservng sinner.
(verse 2)
If I could swim across the ocean,
Just to hear your voice,
I would,
If I could fly to the highest part of the sky,
To only just touch you,
I would,
And I ask, how is it you love me so?
(chorus)
You guide me as a father,
You hold me as a friend,
You are my brother and king to the end,
You Oh high creator,
Came from your throne in heaven,
All to give your precious flowing blood for me,
A wretched, undeserving sinner.
(bridge)
Wherever I go,
Whatever I do,
You surround me and I follow you,
Let others say what they say,
But I will live my life for you,
Because you are the only way,
And you give me your strength for another day.
(last chorus)
You guide me as a father,
You hold me as a friend,
You are my brother and king to the end,
You Oh high creator,
Came from your throne in heaven,
Just to give your blood for me,
When I don't deserve it,
When I don't deserve you.
A New Song:
(verse 1)
If I could hide in your shadow,
And be covered by your healing wings,
I would,
If I could stay in this sanctuary,
Never again to leave your loving arms,
I would,
And I ask, how is it you love me so?
(chorus)
You guide me as a father,
You hold me as a friend,
You are my brother and king to the end,
You Oh high creator,
Came from your throne in heaven,
All to give your precious flowing blood for me,
A wretched, undeservng sinner.
(verse 2)
If I could swim across the ocean,
Just to hear your voice,
I would,
If I could fly to the highest part of the sky,
To only just touch you,
I would,
And I ask, how is it you love me so?
(chorus)
You guide me as a father,
You hold me as a friend,
You are my brother and king to the end,
You Oh high creator,
Came from your throne in heaven,
All to give your precious flowing blood for me,
A wretched, undeserving sinner.
(bridge)
Wherever I go,
Whatever I do,
You surround me and I follow you,
Let others say what they say,
But I will live my life for you,
Because you are the only way,
And you give me your strength for another day.
(last chorus)
You guide me as a father,
You hold me as a friend,
You are my brother and king to the end,
You Oh high creator,
Came from your throne in heaven,
Just to give your blood for me,
When I don't deserve it,
When I don't deserve you.
Monday, August 30, 2010
Book of Sorrows: poem ten
Here I am again trying to heal,
From another friendship gone downhill,
Actually it is two dear ones I love,
But what happened makes me scream "enough!"
"I don't want to get close to anyone!"
"No more loving people, I am done!"
But this time it's different; for I love them so,
No words could ever tell how they are loved so,
It was my fault and I take the blame without cause,
For I would take any pain, shame, blame, and chain for them,
All without cause,
That is how I love them,
I do not know how to fix this,
I probably can't fix it this time,
But I pray God will fix this,
That is my reason for writing this rhyme,
Also so I can show that this wound in my heart,
Is the same as those who've pained me in the past,
But is different, for those of my past I did not love with all my heart,
And because of love will this wound heal quick and fast?
I do not know the answer to that,
But even if it doesn't and they never again talk to me,
I will always continue to love them; as it should be,
But what does this mean?
Do I keep those walls that were demolished by these dear ones down; or raise them up again?
So what does this now mean?
From another friendship gone downhill,
Actually it is two dear ones I love,
But what happened makes me scream "enough!"
"I don't want to get close to anyone!"
"No more loving people, I am done!"
But this time it's different; for I love them so,
No words could ever tell how they are loved so,
It was my fault and I take the blame without cause,
For I would take any pain, shame, blame, and chain for them,
All without cause,
That is how I love them,
I do not know how to fix this,
I probably can't fix it this time,
But I pray God will fix this,
That is my reason for writing this rhyme,
Also so I can show that this wound in my heart,
Is the same as those who've pained me in the past,
But is different, for those of my past I did not love with all my heart,
And because of love will this wound heal quick and fast?
I do not know the answer to that,
But even if it doesn't and they never again talk to me,
I will always continue to love them; as it should be,
But what does this mean?
Do I keep those walls that were demolished by these dear ones down; or raise them up again?
So what does this now mean?
Book of Sorrows: poem nine
A Longing for True Comfort:
She sits with friends who are closer then her blood family,
Yet she still feels alone,
They wish to comfort her,
But why then is her heart still sore?
They want to help, but she still has no comfort in her soul,
Why does she still feels alone?
The arms you offer I take,
But they give no comfort for my sake,
But I still want them around, yet I still have pain when they're gone,
Why do I feel so alone when love is in your grasp?
Will this hurt I feel be left in the arms of anyone?
Why is comfort so far out of anybody's grasp?
She pretends all is well because she wishes not to cry,
She knows their arms just won't comfort her,
With their arms full of love they comfort; for her there is none,
So she comforts them and gives them rest,
But no, she doesn't let them see her pain,
Because when they come to love the pain is never gone,
The arms you offer I take,
But they give no comfort for my sake,
But I still want them around me, yet I still have pain when they're gone,
It comes back constantly to my heart,
Because in your loving arms it really never did depart,
Why do I still feel alone when there is love in your grasp?
Will this pain inside ever be taken away in the arms of anyone?
Why does it seem that all comfort for me is out of everyone's grasp?
So out of everyone's reach,
So out of anyone's and everyone's touch.
She sits with friends who are closer then her blood family,
Yet she still feels alone,
They wish to comfort her,
But why then is her heart still sore?
They want to help, but she still has no comfort in her soul,
Why does she still feels alone?
The arms you offer I take,
But they give no comfort for my sake,
But I still want them around, yet I still have pain when they're gone,
Why do I feel so alone when love is in your grasp?
Will this hurt I feel be left in the arms of anyone?
Why is comfort so far out of anybody's grasp?
She pretends all is well because she wishes not to cry,
She knows their arms just won't comfort her,
With their arms full of love they comfort; for her there is none,
So she comforts them and gives them rest,
But no, she doesn't let them see her pain,
Because when they come to love the pain is never gone,
The arms you offer I take,
But they give no comfort for my sake,
But I still want them around me, yet I still have pain when they're gone,
It comes back constantly to my heart,
Because in your loving arms it really never did depart,
Why do I still feel alone when there is love in your grasp?
Will this pain inside ever be taken away in the arms of anyone?
Why does it seem that all comfort for me is out of everyone's grasp?
So out of everyone's reach,
So out of anyone's and everyone's touch.
Book of Sorrows: poem eight
Without me:
How would the world be,
Without me?
The pain in my eyes never to see,
This crooked smile never placed on me,
This lock on my heart never to be,
Would this broken heart of mine then be free?
How would the world see,
Without me?
Would life be more simple?
Would pain never dwell in a heart?
Would those I know be less crippled,
Without the sadness I bring from the start?
No more tears of pain i would bring,
Would the world then sing?
How would it be,
Without me?
I cry and cry with every new strife,
But is not strife a part of this life?
So even without me,
Pain and sadness the world would still see.
How would the world be,
Without me?
The pain in my eyes never to see,
This crooked smile never placed on me,
This lock on my heart never to be,
Would this broken heart of mine then be free?
How would the world see,
Without me?
Would life be more simple?
Would pain never dwell in a heart?
Would those I know be less crippled,
Without the sadness I bring from the start?
No more tears of pain i would bring,
Would the world then sing?
How would it be,
Without me?
I cry and cry with every new strife,
But is not strife a part of this life?
So even without me,
Pain and sadness the world would still see.
Book of Sorrows: poem seven
Will they ever except me?
Why do they hate me so?
Is this the way it's always meant to be?
Why don't the except me, I want to know!
I've gone with their crowd many times before,
I sat and I laughed with them,
But now I am so sore,
Tired and sore of being in this crowd with them,
My heart can't take the pain,
My tears have fallen so many times,
Over their blank thoughts and empty rhymes,
Being with them at this time makes me insane,
Every group that I meet newly,
I think at first their so sweet,
But then at times like these I become fooly,
And the tears I cry make my eyes beat,
This is the time when they flee me,
They turn their backs and leave,
Yet they still stay around me; can you believe!
They keep me in their group until I get up and flee,
While being right beside me they tare me apart,
While smiling at me they only break my heart,
Will they ever except me?
Will I ever be free?
Why do they hate me so?
Is this the way it's always meant to be?
Why don't the except me, I want to know!
I've gone with their crowd many times before,
I sat and I laughed with them,
But now I am so sore,
Tired and sore of being in this crowd with them,
My heart can't take the pain,
My tears have fallen so many times,
Over their blank thoughts and empty rhymes,
Being with them at this time makes me insane,
Every group that I meet newly,
I think at first their so sweet,
But then at times like these I become fooly,
And the tears I cry make my eyes beat,
This is the time when they flee me,
They turn their backs and leave,
Yet they still stay around me; can you believe!
They keep me in their group until I get up and flee,
While being right beside me they tare me apart,
While smiling at me they only break my heart,
Will they ever except me?
Will I ever be free?
Book of Sorrows: poem six
Here again I stand!
My life full of friends, fun, and greatness,
Although as soon as I get closer to it,
That life now becomes my weakness,
A life once great now becomes a pit,
Where everything is so unclear; will I ever understand?
Why am I so different?
Everyone else doesn't feel alone like me?
Everyone has a life that doesn't seem so far,
Far from the truth of who they are,
Why is it at times like these I never see,
Never see what it is that makes me so different?
Not only in this place did this happen,
But also with the family of my heart,
Is that where this feeling made it's start?
Why do I feel everywhere I go,
Like that of an outcast so?
Why am I so different; what change needs to happen?
Is there a cure for the way I feel?
Is there a way to be happy forever?
Will I feel, or be, normal ever?
Is the thing that makes me different forever locked away?
Is it hidden never to se this world with a seal; or is there a way?
My life full of friends, fun, and greatness,
Although as soon as I get closer to it,
That life now becomes my weakness,
A life once great now becomes a pit,
Where everything is so unclear; will I ever understand?
Why am I so different?
Everyone else doesn't feel alone like me?
Everyone has a life that doesn't seem so far,
Far from the truth of who they are,
Why is it at times like these I never see,
Never see what it is that makes me so different?
Not only in this place did this happen,
But also with the family of my heart,
Is that where this feeling made it's start?
Why do I feel everywhere I go,
Like that of an outcast so?
Why am I so different; what change needs to happen?
Is there a cure for the way I feel?
Is there a way to be happy forever?
Will I feel, or be, normal ever?
Is the thing that makes me different forever locked away?
Is it hidden never to se this world with a seal; or is there a way?
Book of Sorrows: poem five
Once hoped happiness:
When my life is close to the pearls of happiness,
My hand a width away from touching them,
But they always seem to break as soon as I lay,
A finger upon them,
Not a word said about them anymore and not a word left again to say,
Why not just throw away this once hoped happiness?
New friends I make and new relationships come my way,
My heart is filled with the joy of happiness,
The joy I feel at first may be small,
But then it grows stronger and I think it will not sway,
When It comes to the point where I think I can now fly,
Some dreadful thing comes back to my heart so sly,
That once lasting joy just seems to drop and fall,
Why not throw away this once hoped happiness?
I feel like I belong in this place,
And think there is no other place safer,
But I am blinded in this place and cannot see,
Even though I may belong in their group; it is not in full,
And the feeling of belonging turns around and says later,
Then the tears in my heart start briming; and become an overflow,
Why, and how, could this ever be?
I thought I had belonged, but now I had this face,
Why not just throw away that once hope of happiness,
Did I ever even have it?
Or has it only been sought for?
When my life is close to the pearls of happiness,
My hand a width away from touching them,
But they always seem to break as soon as I lay,
A finger upon them,
Not a word said about them anymore and not a word left again to say,
Why not just throw away this once hoped happiness?
New friends I make and new relationships come my way,
My heart is filled with the joy of happiness,
The joy I feel at first may be small,
But then it grows stronger and I think it will not sway,
When It comes to the point where I think I can now fly,
Some dreadful thing comes back to my heart so sly,
That once lasting joy just seems to drop and fall,
Why not throw away this once hoped happiness?
I feel like I belong in this place,
And think there is no other place safer,
But I am blinded in this place and cannot see,
Even though I may belong in their group; it is not in full,
And the feeling of belonging turns around and says later,
Then the tears in my heart start briming; and become an overflow,
Why, and how, could this ever be?
I thought I had belonged, but now I had this face,
Why not just throw away that once hope of happiness,
Did I ever even have it?
Or has it only been sought for?
Book of Sorrows: poem four
Not this time did I take on your pace,
It worked for a little while,
Only whenever I sought for your face,
But now I am lost again,
Will I in this life ever win?
Why do I take path with the vile?
Why is it hard for me to live in your ways?
I feel now in one big maze,
I keep now on this path which always sways,
And I carry on in this way; with this pace,
Will you give me over to your mace?
Will I never be amazed,
With your unspoken grace?
It worked for a little while,
Only whenever I sought for your face,
But now I am lost again,
Will I in this life ever win?
Why do I take path with the vile?
Why is it hard for me to live in your ways?
I feel now in one big maze,
I keep now on this path which always sways,
And I carry on in this way; with this pace,
Will you give me over to your mace?
Will I never be amazed,
With your unspoken grace?
Book of Sorrows: poem three
I ran and tried the darkness once more,
You were beside me but I wished not to look,
I played the game that I was ever happy,
Yet on the inside my soul was ever turning,
With writhe and evil for I was not at all happy,
But this evilness, this hidden shame, I gladly took,
For it is so hard after a long time of turning,
From your perfect love,
That when something bad happens I want to run again,
I push and I curse all the while I run and I shove,
But yet when I fall flat on my face,
You help me up and I try once more your pace.
You were beside me but I wished not to look,
I played the game that I was ever happy,
Yet on the inside my soul was ever turning,
With writhe and evil for I was not at all happy,
But this evilness, this hidden shame, I gladly took,
For it is so hard after a long time of turning,
From your perfect love,
That when something bad happens I want to run again,
I push and I curse all the while I run and I shove,
But yet when I fall flat on my face,
You help me up and I try once more your pace.
Book of Sorrows: poem two
Where can I go and be,
Without you able to see,
Is there a thing I can do,
That is not filled with you,
My heart aches to know you more,
My life wants to be full of you,
Even when I can't see you; you see all I do,
No matter how hard I try,
You will always be by my side,
You are a help to my strength so I don't have to be shy,
My life is now based on your everlasting grace,
And I will always seek your face,
Within your love I will always abide,
And live with you forevermore.
Without you able to see,
Is there a thing I can do,
That is not filled with you,
My heart aches to know you more,
My life wants to be full of you,
Even when I can't see you; you see all I do,
No matter how hard I try,
You will always be by my side,
You are a help to my strength so I don't have to be shy,
My life is now based on your everlasting grace,
And I will always seek your face,
Within your love I will always abide,
And live with you forevermore.
Book of Sorrows: poem one
I found one of my old poetry books finally!! Although most of the poems I wrote in this book I wrote when going through a very difficult time in my life. So that's why this journal was named the Book of Sorrows. So some of the new poems on my blog will be kind of depressing; not all are though. Even though I go through many struggles in my life still, God has been amazing in my life and has brought me so far from who I used to be. I am not the same person I used to be. Be aware that this was when I first started writing poetry and back then it was hard to rhyme.
Poem one:
To wake in the morning and realize your grace,
I long to see you move in this place,
Your hands as they move through me,
Are unclear to me,
Until you open my eyes so I can see,
My failures of the past and dreams of the future,
Come together in the present to help me mature,
But on this day I'll think on neither,
Because what matters is this day,
So hold me in your hands and have your way,
For you know best because you are my Father.
Poem one:
To wake in the morning and realize your grace,
I long to see you move in this place,
Your hands as they move through me,
Are unclear to me,
Until you open my eyes so I can see,
My failures of the past and dreams of the future,
Come together in the present to help me mature,
But on this day I'll think on neither,
Because what matters is this day,
So hold me in your hands and have your way,
For you know best because you are my Father.
Saturday, May 1, 2010
What is a country?
This one of my newest poems.....I just finished it today;) Anyways I've been wanting to write a poem about this subject for a long time, and I'm sure this won't be my last poem on this subject. Because I don't know what to think about this one. But I spent so much time on it that there's no way I wouldn't post it or even keep it. So yeah. Also I've realized my newest poems are a lot lengthier then my older ones. Which can be a good thing or a bad thing....who knows. Oh well here it is.
What is a country?
Long ago when our country was newly born,
The men who started it built this country on morals,
And it was one nation under God in which we were sworn,
This country rang with new loud and booming vocals,
Vocals that were never thought of before,
New boundaries were enforced, and it was new ground to explore,
Freedom was the cry of everyone,
It was the basis of the morals and ethics set,
By men who fought for freedom to be won,
So our country wouldn’t have to fret,
Fret that our freedom would be lost,
How much does freedom cost?
How many lives have been lost throughout our history,
To sustain that freedom we now hold,
So why has freedom become such a mystery?
Why has it lost it’s fire and bold?
Or is it us who have forgotten what freedom is?
How could we ever forget something like this?
Those of our fathers before us knew,
Quite well, the sound of freedom’s bell,
And the standards our country wished to pursue,
And those words of freedom that cannot fell,
Those words which were penned on our first document,
That document which established our government,
Freedom of speech,
And freedom of religion,
Were once both strong words to preach,
They were once this country’s basic provision,
And to possess them became a privilege,
They were gladly spoken by all and written on every page,
Our fathers used to look to only ONE,
For guidance and wisdom,
On how this country ought to be run,
Because they knew that this ONE brought true freedom,
He is the Lord of creation,
And in Him our fathers founded this nation,
So why do we choose to forget the way,
Our country was bought,
And not care what the words of our forefathers say,
Why do we not seek the same wisdom our fathers sought?
In this country today something is missing,
Could it be the True God our fathers believed in without questioning?
The lives of so many men,
And the shedding of their blood,
Should never go forgotten,
For they died because they believed they fought for something good,
It was this country’s Freedom which was blown as a horn,
Do we hold the same view of that freedom, or has the idea become worn?
There is another story of one shedding his blood,
For the essential freedom, freedom of eternal death,
With his own death grace and mercy rushed in like a flood,
He showed us the power of his love with his final breath,
He made a way for us to not be separated from God; he was the ultimate propitiation,
Our fathers held strong in this and this belief was the basis of our nation,
What has become of our nation today?
Most may think we encompass the wealthiest and strongest country,
But that once strong thread has begun to fray,
Have we become so self absorbed we’ve forgotten the principals that built this country?
We may have a good amount of power and money,
But what are those when our beliefs and morals have become phony,
But is this not a true statement?
Have we not lost sight of what truth is?
Truth today has become relevant,
And most in our county now held true to the fact that ignorance is bliss,
But pray, what is blissful about ignorance?
Without knowledge, against evil and destruction, how can we take a stance?
Rome was once the strongest country in history,
And they were a nation labeled the greatest,
How Rome fell, was indeed no mystery,
All thought Rome’s reign would last the longest,
Their destruction was not caused by conquest or sword,
It was destroyed by causes that came from inward,
Their morals and ethics became defiled,
The display of vice’s was not even subtle,
Wicked people ran loosed and wild,
The disease of corruption lied in the hearts of the people,
Vice ruled instead of virtue, Corruption instead of justice, and wrong became the right,
Everything pure and good became tainted, and of truth itself they lost their sight,
It looks as though we might tread the same path,
But there is still time to turn back to our father’s views,
Most who heed these words will reply in wrath,
If we look to the one our father’s believed in we will find his power renews,
It is not to late to change our direction,
To turn to God and save this Nation,
What is a country?
How is a country built?
Can it stand without power as its bounty?
Or without power or riches will it wilt?
What gives those who rule our country strong leadership?
Or has our country leaned so far we’ve become a dictatorship?
Have we the same rights we used to as the people?
Has our privileges and rights become so stiff we are now motionless?
Have our freedom of speech and religion become scruple?
However change for the better is never hopeless,
We nee to look to the ONE above for our help now,
Or let ourselves crumble, and if we choose this way I will how?
How could we just let ourselves fall?
Is worldly pleasures and riches the only things in our reach?
Can we really ignore Wisdom’s call?
For there is so much that Wisdom longs to teach,
What road will we travel down?
What is the route we will go?
I do not know,
The future to us is never shown,
But the One our fathers believed in, He knows,
So why should we seek to go our own way,
For He never leaves us and will always stay,
Country’s tumble and fall as our history shows,
But the God of creation is always the same,
So I will not fret about what will happen to this country today or tomorrow,
For the truth of what might come may bring only sorrow,
But I will follow God down whatever path he gives me without shame,
But I long for this country to go back to the morals that we once had,
And seeing America as it is now does make me sad,
I pray God will bring this country back to him sooner than later,
And those who hold strong in Him will preach of his power and love to this world without falter.
By Nicole Bittle
What is a country?
Long ago when our country was newly born,
The men who started it built this country on morals,
And it was one nation under God in which we were sworn,
This country rang with new loud and booming vocals,
Vocals that were never thought of before,
New boundaries were enforced, and it was new ground to explore,
Freedom was the cry of everyone,
It was the basis of the morals and ethics set,
By men who fought for freedom to be won,
So our country wouldn’t have to fret,
Fret that our freedom would be lost,
How much does freedom cost?
How many lives have been lost throughout our history,
To sustain that freedom we now hold,
So why has freedom become such a mystery?
Why has it lost it’s fire and bold?
Or is it us who have forgotten what freedom is?
How could we ever forget something like this?
Those of our fathers before us knew,
Quite well, the sound of freedom’s bell,
And the standards our country wished to pursue,
And those words of freedom that cannot fell,
Those words which were penned on our first document,
That document which established our government,
Freedom of speech,
And freedom of religion,
Were once both strong words to preach,
They were once this country’s basic provision,
And to possess them became a privilege,
They were gladly spoken by all and written on every page,
Our fathers used to look to only ONE,
For guidance and wisdom,
On how this country ought to be run,
Because they knew that this ONE brought true freedom,
He is the Lord of creation,
And in Him our fathers founded this nation,
So why do we choose to forget the way,
Our country was bought,
And not care what the words of our forefathers say,
Why do we not seek the same wisdom our fathers sought?
In this country today something is missing,
Could it be the True God our fathers believed in without questioning?
The lives of so many men,
And the shedding of their blood,
Should never go forgotten,
For they died because they believed they fought for something good,
It was this country’s Freedom which was blown as a horn,
Do we hold the same view of that freedom, or has the idea become worn?
There is another story of one shedding his blood,
For the essential freedom, freedom of eternal death,
With his own death grace and mercy rushed in like a flood,
He showed us the power of his love with his final breath,
He made a way for us to not be separated from God; he was the ultimate propitiation,
Our fathers held strong in this and this belief was the basis of our nation,
What has become of our nation today?
Most may think we encompass the wealthiest and strongest country,
But that once strong thread has begun to fray,
Have we become so self absorbed we’ve forgotten the principals that built this country?
We may have a good amount of power and money,
But what are those when our beliefs and morals have become phony,
But is this not a true statement?
Have we not lost sight of what truth is?
Truth today has become relevant,
And most in our county now held true to the fact that ignorance is bliss,
But pray, what is blissful about ignorance?
Without knowledge, against evil and destruction, how can we take a stance?
Rome was once the strongest country in history,
And they were a nation labeled the greatest,
How Rome fell, was indeed no mystery,
All thought Rome’s reign would last the longest,
Their destruction was not caused by conquest or sword,
It was destroyed by causes that came from inward,
Their morals and ethics became defiled,
The display of vice’s was not even subtle,
Wicked people ran loosed and wild,
The disease of corruption lied in the hearts of the people,
Vice ruled instead of virtue, Corruption instead of justice, and wrong became the right,
Everything pure and good became tainted, and of truth itself they lost their sight,
It looks as though we might tread the same path,
But there is still time to turn back to our father’s views,
Most who heed these words will reply in wrath,
If we look to the one our father’s believed in we will find his power renews,
It is not to late to change our direction,
To turn to God and save this Nation,
What is a country?
How is a country built?
Can it stand without power as its bounty?
Or without power or riches will it wilt?
What gives those who rule our country strong leadership?
Or has our country leaned so far we’ve become a dictatorship?
Have we the same rights we used to as the people?
Has our privileges and rights become so stiff we are now motionless?
Have our freedom of speech and religion become scruple?
However change for the better is never hopeless,
We nee to look to the ONE above for our help now,
Or let ourselves crumble, and if we choose this way I will how?
How could we just let ourselves fall?
Is worldly pleasures and riches the only things in our reach?
Can we really ignore Wisdom’s call?
For there is so much that Wisdom longs to teach,
What road will we travel down?
What is the route we will go?
I do not know,
The future to us is never shown,
But the One our fathers believed in, He knows,
So why should we seek to go our own way,
For He never leaves us and will always stay,
Country’s tumble and fall as our history shows,
But the God of creation is always the same,
So I will not fret about what will happen to this country today or tomorrow,
For the truth of what might come may bring only sorrow,
But I will follow God down whatever path he gives me without shame,
But I long for this country to go back to the morals that we once had,
And seeing America as it is now does make me sad,
I pray God will bring this country back to him sooner than later,
And those who hold strong in Him will preach of his power and love to this world without falter.
By Nicole Bittle
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Mystery Of the Lost Latin Book
So this is new. This is actually a story I wrote when I was taking Latin in college. Yeah the main point of the story is true but of course I basically over exaggerated the entire story a little. Trying to make it seem all Sherlock Holmes ish.
The Mystery of the Lost Latin Book
We begin this tale on a frightful Thursday night when at around 10:00 a certain item had gone missing from the Bittle and Pazmino residence. The item of discussion is a Ms. Nicole Bittle’s Latin book for her Latin I class, which just happened to be the next morning. The suspects in questioning are a Ms. Eunice Pazmino, who is the housemate of the victim. A Ms. Tammy Bittle, who is the sister and housemate of our victim, and lastly there is a Ms. Erica Reardon a very close friend to our victim. All of these young and single ladies were around the scene of the crime at some point during that day. Our investigation begins about 10:00pm that Thursday night, but the story reigns throughout the entire day. We will begin in asking each of the suspects and the victim about the day’s events.
Here we introduce the Investigator who will discover the mystery behind the lost Latin Book. The Investigator is none other than the alter ego of the victim who likes to go by the name of a Ms. Mycah Carr. Ms. Carr is also the one conveying this tale to her audience (which happens to be you if you haven’t figured that out.). We shall start our questioning with the victim a Ms. Nicole Bittle.
-Ms. Carr, “Start from where and when you last saw the item in question, which is the Latin book of course.”
-Ms. Bittle, “Well….I had just bought it that afternoon after I finished my last class of that day….”
-Ms. Carr, “Wait! What did you just buy that afternoon?”
-Ms. Bittle, “Uh….the book….”
-Ms. Carr, “What book?”
-Ms. Bittle, “The Latin book…”
Narration: At this point in the conversation Ms. Bittle is thinking that I am a complete idiot and have no clue what I’m doing, but in fact I do know what I am doing which is why I say what I say next.
-Ms. Carr, “Ms. Bittle I would highly appreciate it if you would give me every detail of the story because I don’t know what “it” is. For all I know it could be another book, so would you please remember to tell me every detail and fact of this story so I will be able to do a complete analysis of the entire day. This is the only way I will be able to solve this mystery.”
-Ms. Bittle, “Okay…..I guess I can do that…”
-Ms. Carr, “Good now let’s continue, where did you buy the Latin book? With whom were you with? What time of the day was this at?”
-Ms. Bittle, “I bought it in the Lifeway Store in the Ledford center on Southeastern’s campus. I was with my sister Tammy and my housemate and friend Eunice. Bittle and Pazmino are their last names just so you won’t think it’s another Tammy and Eunice. It was around 3:30 in the afternoon.”
-Ms. Carr, “Good, now what happened next?”
-Ms. Bittle, “Well….we got into the car and I took the Latin book out of the Lifeway bag that it was in because for new books I just love to look through them randomly, it’s a weird obsession I know. But I always do that. Then we went to Arby’s drive-thru, at least I think it was Arby’s not quite sure? But we were hungry and needed food before we wasted away into nothingness. Anyways we got one of those stupid cardboard drink holders from them and I put that on top of my Latin book…”
-Ms. Carr, “Didn’t you think that would be bad for the book’s cover?”
Ms. Bittle, “Not really… I usually don’t care about school books that much.”
Ms. Carr, “ Aha! So you admit to me that you didn’t care enough for your Latin book. So maybe because you don’t care about it you had the tendency to neglect it. It probably felt unwanted and did this to you because of your negligence because you only wanted the poor thing when it was necessary for you to get your work done.”
-Ms. Bittle, “That’s not all true….I did tell you I took it out of the bag so I could have a special moment with it, but when my sister mentioned food that was all I thought about in the next couple of moments.”
-Ms. Carr, “Aha! Aha! So your older sister, whom everyone mentions to be an angel, assisted in your negligence of your Latin book. So both of you could be the culprits and are in this together. You and your lovely sister did this so you wouldn’t be able to finish your homework for your class and you could tell your professor this and get another week before you had to turn it in! So you probably had your sister, who every thinks an innocent lovely girl, do all of the dirty work. She hid your book and didn’t tell you where it is so in a way you aren’t lying when you tell your professor you have no clue where it is!”
Narration: At this time Ms. Bittle took out her hankie and started wailing into it and mumbling words to which I couldn’t understand so for the time being I did not want to push Ms. Bittle any further. For she could’ve been crying for two reasons. One she could have been crying out of guilt for doing such a horrible crime, or she could be innocent but see that she had made a mistake in neglecting her poor little Latin Book. I figured that the next person that I should question was the one mentioned in Ms. Bittle’s story. That would be a Ms. Tammy Bittle, sister of the victim and most likely could be the assistant perpetrator in this horrible crime. We will find out the truth about the sister whom everyone believes is an innocent angel. Here is where we find out if Ms. Tammy Bittle is the angel everyone claims she is or is there a monster hidden beneath that angelic exterior.
(Tammy Bittle enters the room all dressed in white with white gloves and gold jewelry with a straw hat upon her head. The perfect look of an innocent angel)
-Ms. Carr, “So Ms. Bittle I just questioned your sister and I figured that I should pick you next to question because of something she said.”
-Ms. Bittle, “ Why! Oh my! Whatever did she say to you?”
Narration: Let’s just say she said this phrase in one of the most innocent voices a human being can come up with on the planet. Almost like a little school girl who has never done anything bad in her life. But of course I smelt something fishy on the spot, and it wasn’t the fish sticks being cooked in the oven for dinner.
-Ms. Carr, “Uh hum…. Well I really can’t tell you what she said. But to continue with the questioning, you were with your sister when she bought the Latin book?”
-Ms. Bittle, “Well…yes by the way I was with poor Nickey when she bought that wonderful little sunspot of a book.”
-Ms. Carr, “ Okay?.......So that was around 3:30 in the afternoon and after that you went to Arby’s drive-thru? Is that right?”
-Ms. Bittle, “Why yes Ms. Carr that is correct. I even suggested getting a bite to eat so we could have some energy for the continuation of the day.”
Narration: Here Ms. Bittle changed her way of talking. She sounded like a Southern Belle which I thought was weird since she is from the north. Also my suspicion of Ms. Bittle hiding her true side with an angelic exterior was in a way confirmed, so I figured it was now time for the beat down to see how innocent this angelic sister really was.
-Ms. Carr, “Ms. Bittle you seemed surprise when I told you that your sister told me something about you, and to tell the truth it wasn’t a shocked surprise. It seemed more like you knew she would say something about you, like if you knew she might blame you for something. Why is this?”
-Ms. Bittle, “Well! My dear Investigator I didn’t want to be the one to inform you about this but poor Nickey is what you would call the black sheep of our family. She tends to blame things on others and also she seems good on the outside but is really quite rebellious on the inside.”
Ms. Carr, “Ms. Bittle I have a question for you? Why did you change your accent into a Southern Belle’s when you are from the north? Could it because you couldn’t remember how to keep your first accent? Or is it because your first accent is not the way you talk for real?”
(At this time Ms. Bittle stands from her seat and puts on the act of being offended).
-Ms. Bittle, “Why me? How could you say such a horrible thing?”
Narration: Before I asked this question I knew she would act in the way she did and so I asked one of the police officers helping me, to get a glass of water for Ms. Bittle and in a whisper I told him to put some castor oil in it, and told him to make sure he used a dark cup so it wouldn’t show up in the glass. So because Ms. Bittle had fallen into my trap, now I could hear what her real voice sounded like. I calmed Ms. Bittle down because she had started to gasp and roll her eyes as though she was about to faint.
(Tammy sits back down after being calmed and grabs for the water, still she continues to gasp for air and then she takes a couple of little sips out of the cup).
Ms. Carr, “I’ am deeply sorry Ms. Bittle, I did not wish to offend. But I do have one last question why do you think your sister is the black sheep of your family?”
Narration: At this time Tammy Bittle looks at me with widened eyes for I believe she finally realizes that there was something that had been put into her water. I could see her mind working. She knew that if she opened her mouth to speak her façade would be revealed, but in a way she couldn’t stay quiet for much longer. I also thought I saw the thought cross her mind that if she pretended to pass out right now maybe that would work. But I wouldn’t let her.
-Ms. Carr, “So do you have a problem with your voice? I think that you are not the angel that everyone claims and if you open your mouth in this moment this would be confirmed. I think in fact you are the culprit behind the missing Latin book. You don’t like the way other’s view your sister do you? In fact you hate that she’s so outgoing and she makes friends off the bat, don’t you? So you saw her little “sunspot” of a Latin Book sitting around and you hid it, didn’t you?”
Narration: At this time Tammy is flushed red and is getting angrier by the moment. Until finally after I finished my phrase she stood up with eyes flaring and fists clenched by her side.
-Ms. Bittle, “That is not true!!!”
Narration: Tammy’s voice was completely opposite of what she had come in with. It was much deeper in fact.
-Ms. Carr, “Aha! So your voice isn’t really like those two fake ones you gave me earlier. So this does confirm my suspicions about you not being the little angel everyone says you are! So tell me why you did do all of this? Why’d you hid your sister’s book?”
Narration: At the end of this statement the little angelic princess stood up knocking her chair down and tearing off the bottom of her pretty white dress. She also ripped off her lovely hat and white gloves and started jumping up down on top of the little pile of things. Of course I was a little terrified but also I was trying not to laugh my head off because the scene was quite a mess and very humorous.
-Ms. Carr, “Miss, by your actions it seems I was right in all my theories about you and I think I should now call my officers to come and take you to the county jail!”
(At this Tammy stops her pouncing and looks at Investigator Carr with a very serious face).
-Ms. Crazy Bittle, “I did not take the stupid Latin book. Oh boy did I want to though! I even planned on doing it! I hate my sister and the way she can make so many friends, and even with my little façade I could never get half as many friends as her! I was going to steal the book and grab a knife and shred it to pieces, but someone got to it before I did! It’s stupid I would’ve made her grade in that class go down. I hate it! Hate it! Hate it!”
Narration: By this time I got my police officers to take Ms. Tammy Bittle out of the room and out of the house. Even though she wasn’t the culprit I think she needed to go to a nuthouse anyways. So I sent her there. Also because of Tammy Bittle’s confession I realized that the victim was innocent and even though Tammy was innocent of this crime if she was left in this house she might have done a higher crime. Like stealing and hiding all of Miss Nicole’s possessions. The next person that I thought would be great to question was the Ms. Erica Reardon. I had to choose between either her or Eunice Pazmino and since I didn’t have a lead like with Tammy from Nickey. I decided to go for Ms. Reardon, who was not a member of the household and I also thought I might need a break from how messed up this household really is.
(Erica Reardon enters the room with a simple T-shirt and jean Capri’s, hair up in a ponytail).
-Ms. Carr, “Hello Miss Reardon. I just want to ask you a couple of questions? Is this okay with you?”
-Ms. Reardon, “Yes, that’s fine. I want to help in any way possible.”
Narration: At these words I knew from right there that Ms. Reardon was a genuinly sweet person by nature. Sure she probably had a wild side but nothing like Tammy and she didn’t seem to hide her nature at all. She must not be the culprit I believe she is one of those rare good people who if they accidently walk out with a pen that’s not theirs they will turn around, no matter how far away from the place they are, and give the pen back. So I just had one question to ask her and I knew that she wasn’t the one to have stolen the Latin book. But being the person I am I of course had to drag things out.
-Ms Carr, “Why are you here at the residence tonight at this particular time?”
-Ms. Reardon, “Well I am in the Latin class as well, and we three, Nickey, Eunice, and I, decided to get together to study.”
Narration: Then I asked her the final question that I needed to.
-Ms. Carr, “Miss Reardon, please answer this question honestly. Did you take Miss Bittle’s Latin book, or have you seen it around the apartment at all.”
-Ms. Reardon, “I don’t remember seeing it anywhere in the house and I haven’t taken the Latin book.”
Narration: I had no further questions and so I let Miss Reardon go back into Eunice’s room which is where those two suspects were, and the victim and Tammy were waiting in their room that they shared, but of course at this time Ms. Nicole was the only one in that room. I did all of my questioning in the living room. I was just about to ask the police officer to go get Eunice Pazmino when Ms. Nicole came into the room.
-Ms. Bittle, “I came here to finish my questioning. I do realize I was wrong in neglecting my Latin book in a time of hunger. I should have watched over it better. But anyways I know for a fact that I had brought both my Latin book and the stupid cardboard drink holder inside the house. Because I had the drink holder on top, and I put both on the counter than I turned to go into the living room and I don’t remember anything else.”
-Ms. Carr, “I do realize you are not the culprit, and I thank you for this information because now we know where the Latin book was last. We must do some searching.”
Narration: So after a really long time of searching, about an hour or so, we came up with nothing. No Latin book in the living room, not in the kitchen, not in the bedrooms, and definitely not in the trash cans or in the fridge or freezer. You must keep all your options open when searching for something. So because the search ended badly I only had one choice, and that was to continue my questioning. Miss Eunice Pazmino is from the country of Ecuador. She came to America because of her family, and she not only speaks perfect English but some French. Her native tongue of course is the wonderful language of Spanish. Well I started my questioning as I always do with people from Latin America.
-Ms. Carr, “Cigar?”
-Ms. Pazmino, “No?.....I don’t smoke?...”
-Ms. Carr, “Oh good cuz neither do I. Okay. Well do you remember when Miss Bittle last had her Latin Book?”
Ms. Pazmino, “Yes, actually the last time I saw it was in the car.”
Ms. Carr, “Do you know that Miss Nicole said the last time she had it was inside the house?”
Ms. Pazmino, “That’s what she told me and of course I believe her but I just wanted to view it through every perspective.”
-Ms. Carr, “Miss Pazmino, do you like living together with your friend and her sister?”
-Ms. Pazmino, “I like it very much, although Tammy could use a little work.”
-Ms. Carr, “So you don’t secretly hate Miss Nicole and wished her to get a bad grade in the Latin class? Because I think since you’re in the same class you want to get the higher grade and you think that Miss Nicole would jeopardize that possibility, because I’ve seen that you are a straight A student and Miss Nicole is not far behind you. So you took her book so she would get a bad grade!”
-Ms. Pazmino, “Never! And all your stupid theories are wrong, I think of Nickey as a sister and you can just leave our house if you’re going to talk like that. We never needed this in the first place because we can always figure things out on our own…….”
Narration: At this moment in Miss Pazmino’s very upset statement, which I believed was true and from the heart the moment she opened her mouth, came rushing in the room Erica and Nickey laughing their heads off, and trying to tell us something, but because of their laughter it was kind of hard to catch what they were saying. So I told them to stop and just tell us what it was. Erica then conveyed this tale to us.
-Ms. Reardon, “I was sitting in Eunice’s room and Nickey came in and she was really worried and she was saying things like ‘What will I do tomorrow?’ ‘This is just my luck I buy a book and it goes missing the next couple of hours.’ ‘I’ve looked everywhere and all I can think is that maybe the rapture for Latin books came and mine went up while yours were left behind.’ So I was worried for her and then I looked down at my Latin book and saw a dog eared page and I thought ‘I didn’t do that.’ Then I looked over to my right and saw my bag and saw something in my bag. So while Nickey was in mid-sentence I yelled loudly ‘Wait! Stop! Stop! I have your book.’”
So the case came to an end and all the while Miss Erica Reardon was the culprit. It was a complete accident and she just saw it on the couch and took it without thinking. So to continue no one was arrested and the Latin book was found and in fact Miss Nicole Bittle studied well that night and happened to get a 100 on the quiz that next day. So the mystery behind the lost Latin book was solved, all the suspects who were innocent were let free, and for once there was not a culprit in this case. Although one of the suspects did end up in the nuthouse, and from what I hear she’s doing really well and should be allowed visitor’s soon. So all of my hard work paid off, although not in a way I expected, but in the end this case was one of the better ones that any Investigator can have. To have no culprit and not have any bad guy to put in jail even though it was a waste of my good talents, but in the end it was a good day. Or night. So here ends the mystery of the lost Latin book.
Credits:
Ms. Nicole Bittle played by Nicole Bittle
Ms. Tammy Bittle played by Tammy Bittle
Ms. Eunice Pazmino played by Eunice Pazmino
Ms. Erica Reardon played by Erica Reardon
And Ms. Mycah Carr played by the alter ego of Nicole Bittle
Afterwards:
Hi! This is Nickey Bittle! I really don’t have an alter ego, but then again that’s what they all say right. But anyways I just wish to inform you that no matter how wacked out this story may be there are many parts of it that are true. No, the part about Tammy is all made up. But in the end the outcome was the same. Because the person you expect the least to take your Latin book away from you, actually did. Yes, Erica took it and the end part where she tells the story of why her and Nickey are laughing is true too, although Eunice was in the room as well. But anyways……Erica you stole my Latin book and I’ll never let you off for doing that not only because it’s hilarious and you can be so blonde sometimes, but also because without you this whole Sherlock Holmes’s mystery wouldn’t have come to life. I hope you people who read this will laugh as much as I did when I wrote it.
The Mystery of the Lost Latin Book
We begin this tale on a frightful Thursday night when at around 10:00 a certain item had gone missing from the Bittle and Pazmino residence. The item of discussion is a Ms. Nicole Bittle’s Latin book for her Latin I class, which just happened to be the next morning. The suspects in questioning are a Ms. Eunice Pazmino, who is the housemate of the victim. A Ms. Tammy Bittle, who is the sister and housemate of our victim, and lastly there is a Ms. Erica Reardon a very close friend to our victim. All of these young and single ladies were around the scene of the crime at some point during that day. Our investigation begins about 10:00pm that Thursday night, but the story reigns throughout the entire day. We will begin in asking each of the suspects and the victim about the day’s events.
Here we introduce the Investigator who will discover the mystery behind the lost Latin Book. The Investigator is none other than the alter ego of the victim who likes to go by the name of a Ms. Mycah Carr. Ms. Carr is also the one conveying this tale to her audience (which happens to be you if you haven’t figured that out.). We shall start our questioning with the victim a Ms. Nicole Bittle.
-Ms. Carr, “Start from where and when you last saw the item in question, which is the Latin book of course.”
-Ms. Bittle, “Well….I had just bought it that afternoon after I finished my last class of that day….”
-Ms. Carr, “Wait! What did you just buy that afternoon?”
-Ms. Bittle, “Uh….the book….”
-Ms. Carr, “What book?”
-Ms. Bittle, “The Latin book…”
Narration: At this point in the conversation Ms. Bittle is thinking that I am a complete idiot and have no clue what I’m doing, but in fact I do know what I am doing which is why I say what I say next.
-Ms. Carr, “Ms. Bittle I would highly appreciate it if you would give me every detail of the story because I don’t know what “it” is. For all I know it could be another book, so would you please remember to tell me every detail and fact of this story so I will be able to do a complete analysis of the entire day. This is the only way I will be able to solve this mystery.”
-Ms. Bittle, “Okay…..I guess I can do that…”
-Ms. Carr, “Good now let’s continue, where did you buy the Latin book? With whom were you with? What time of the day was this at?”
-Ms. Bittle, “I bought it in the Lifeway Store in the Ledford center on Southeastern’s campus. I was with my sister Tammy and my housemate and friend Eunice. Bittle and Pazmino are their last names just so you won’t think it’s another Tammy and Eunice. It was around 3:30 in the afternoon.”
-Ms. Carr, “Good, now what happened next?”
-Ms. Bittle, “Well….we got into the car and I took the Latin book out of the Lifeway bag that it was in because for new books I just love to look through them randomly, it’s a weird obsession I know. But I always do that. Then we went to Arby’s drive-thru, at least I think it was Arby’s not quite sure? But we were hungry and needed food before we wasted away into nothingness. Anyways we got one of those stupid cardboard drink holders from them and I put that on top of my Latin book…”
-Ms. Carr, “Didn’t you think that would be bad for the book’s cover?”
Ms. Bittle, “Not really… I usually don’t care about school books that much.”
Ms. Carr, “ Aha! So you admit to me that you didn’t care enough for your Latin book. So maybe because you don’t care about it you had the tendency to neglect it. It probably felt unwanted and did this to you because of your negligence because you only wanted the poor thing when it was necessary for you to get your work done.”
-Ms. Bittle, “That’s not all true….I did tell you I took it out of the bag so I could have a special moment with it, but when my sister mentioned food that was all I thought about in the next couple of moments.”
-Ms. Carr, “Aha! Aha! So your older sister, whom everyone mentions to be an angel, assisted in your negligence of your Latin book. So both of you could be the culprits and are in this together. You and your lovely sister did this so you wouldn’t be able to finish your homework for your class and you could tell your professor this and get another week before you had to turn it in! So you probably had your sister, who every thinks an innocent lovely girl, do all of the dirty work. She hid your book and didn’t tell you where it is so in a way you aren’t lying when you tell your professor you have no clue where it is!”
Narration: At this time Ms. Bittle took out her hankie and started wailing into it and mumbling words to which I couldn’t understand so for the time being I did not want to push Ms. Bittle any further. For she could’ve been crying for two reasons. One she could have been crying out of guilt for doing such a horrible crime, or she could be innocent but see that she had made a mistake in neglecting her poor little Latin Book. I figured that the next person that I should question was the one mentioned in Ms. Bittle’s story. That would be a Ms. Tammy Bittle, sister of the victim and most likely could be the assistant perpetrator in this horrible crime. We will find out the truth about the sister whom everyone believes is an innocent angel. Here is where we find out if Ms. Tammy Bittle is the angel everyone claims she is or is there a monster hidden beneath that angelic exterior.
(Tammy Bittle enters the room all dressed in white with white gloves and gold jewelry with a straw hat upon her head. The perfect look of an innocent angel)
-Ms. Carr, “So Ms. Bittle I just questioned your sister and I figured that I should pick you next to question because of something she said.”
-Ms. Bittle, “ Why! Oh my! Whatever did she say to you?”
Narration: Let’s just say she said this phrase in one of the most innocent voices a human being can come up with on the planet. Almost like a little school girl who has never done anything bad in her life. But of course I smelt something fishy on the spot, and it wasn’t the fish sticks being cooked in the oven for dinner.
-Ms. Carr, “Uh hum…. Well I really can’t tell you what she said. But to continue with the questioning, you were with your sister when she bought the Latin book?”
-Ms. Bittle, “Well…yes by the way I was with poor Nickey when she bought that wonderful little sunspot of a book.”
-Ms. Carr, “ Okay?.......So that was around 3:30 in the afternoon and after that you went to Arby’s drive-thru? Is that right?”
-Ms. Bittle, “Why yes Ms. Carr that is correct. I even suggested getting a bite to eat so we could have some energy for the continuation of the day.”
Narration: Here Ms. Bittle changed her way of talking. She sounded like a Southern Belle which I thought was weird since she is from the north. Also my suspicion of Ms. Bittle hiding her true side with an angelic exterior was in a way confirmed, so I figured it was now time for the beat down to see how innocent this angelic sister really was.
-Ms. Carr, “Ms. Bittle you seemed surprise when I told you that your sister told me something about you, and to tell the truth it wasn’t a shocked surprise. It seemed more like you knew she would say something about you, like if you knew she might blame you for something. Why is this?”
-Ms. Bittle, “Well! My dear Investigator I didn’t want to be the one to inform you about this but poor Nickey is what you would call the black sheep of our family. She tends to blame things on others and also she seems good on the outside but is really quite rebellious on the inside.”
Ms. Carr, “Ms. Bittle I have a question for you? Why did you change your accent into a Southern Belle’s when you are from the north? Could it because you couldn’t remember how to keep your first accent? Or is it because your first accent is not the way you talk for real?”
(At this time Ms. Bittle stands from her seat and puts on the act of being offended).
-Ms. Bittle, “Why me? How could you say such a horrible thing?”
Narration: Before I asked this question I knew she would act in the way she did and so I asked one of the police officers helping me, to get a glass of water for Ms. Bittle and in a whisper I told him to put some castor oil in it, and told him to make sure he used a dark cup so it wouldn’t show up in the glass. So because Ms. Bittle had fallen into my trap, now I could hear what her real voice sounded like. I calmed Ms. Bittle down because she had started to gasp and roll her eyes as though she was about to faint.
(Tammy sits back down after being calmed and grabs for the water, still she continues to gasp for air and then she takes a couple of little sips out of the cup).
Ms. Carr, “I’ am deeply sorry Ms. Bittle, I did not wish to offend. But I do have one last question why do you think your sister is the black sheep of your family?”
Narration: At this time Tammy Bittle looks at me with widened eyes for I believe she finally realizes that there was something that had been put into her water. I could see her mind working. She knew that if she opened her mouth to speak her façade would be revealed, but in a way she couldn’t stay quiet for much longer. I also thought I saw the thought cross her mind that if she pretended to pass out right now maybe that would work. But I wouldn’t let her.
-Ms. Carr, “So do you have a problem with your voice? I think that you are not the angel that everyone claims and if you open your mouth in this moment this would be confirmed. I think in fact you are the culprit behind the missing Latin book. You don’t like the way other’s view your sister do you? In fact you hate that she’s so outgoing and she makes friends off the bat, don’t you? So you saw her little “sunspot” of a Latin Book sitting around and you hid it, didn’t you?”
Narration: At this time Tammy is flushed red and is getting angrier by the moment. Until finally after I finished my phrase she stood up with eyes flaring and fists clenched by her side.
-Ms. Bittle, “That is not true!!!”
Narration: Tammy’s voice was completely opposite of what she had come in with. It was much deeper in fact.
-Ms. Carr, “Aha! So your voice isn’t really like those two fake ones you gave me earlier. So this does confirm my suspicions about you not being the little angel everyone says you are! So tell me why you did do all of this? Why’d you hid your sister’s book?”
Narration: At the end of this statement the little angelic princess stood up knocking her chair down and tearing off the bottom of her pretty white dress. She also ripped off her lovely hat and white gloves and started jumping up down on top of the little pile of things. Of course I was a little terrified but also I was trying not to laugh my head off because the scene was quite a mess and very humorous.
-Ms. Carr, “Miss, by your actions it seems I was right in all my theories about you and I think I should now call my officers to come and take you to the county jail!”
(At this Tammy stops her pouncing and looks at Investigator Carr with a very serious face).
-Ms. Crazy Bittle, “I did not take the stupid Latin book. Oh boy did I want to though! I even planned on doing it! I hate my sister and the way she can make so many friends, and even with my little façade I could never get half as many friends as her! I was going to steal the book and grab a knife and shred it to pieces, but someone got to it before I did! It’s stupid I would’ve made her grade in that class go down. I hate it! Hate it! Hate it!”
Narration: By this time I got my police officers to take Ms. Tammy Bittle out of the room and out of the house. Even though she wasn’t the culprit I think she needed to go to a nuthouse anyways. So I sent her there. Also because of Tammy Bittle’s confession I realized that the victim was innocent and even though Tammy was innocent of this crime if she was left in this house she might have done a higher crime. Like stealing and hiding all of Miss Nicole’s possessions. The next person that I thought would be great to question was the Ms. Erica Reardon. I had to choose between either her or Eunice Pazmino and since I didn’t have a lead like with Tammy from Nickey. I decided to go for Ms. Reardon, who was not a member of the household and I also thought I might need a break from how messed up this household really is.
(Erica Reardon enters the room with a simple T-shirt and jean Capri’s, hair up in a ponytail).
-Ms. Carr, “Hello Miss Reardon. I just want to ask you a couple of questions? Is this okay with you?”
-Ms. Reardon, “Yes, that’s fine. I want to help in any way possible.”
Narration: At these words I knew from right there that Ms. Reardon was a genuinly sweet person by nature. Sure she probably had a wild side but nothing like Tammy and she didn’t seem to hide her nature at all. She must not be the culprit I believe she is one of those rare good people who if they accidently walk out with a pen that’s not theirs they will turn around, no matter how far away from the place they are, and give the pen back. So I just had one question to ask her and I knew that she wasn’t the one to have stolen the Latin book. But being the person I am I of course had to drag things out.
-Ms Carr, “Why are you here at the residence tonight at this particular time?”
-Ms. Reardon, “Well I am in the Latin class as well, and we three, Nickey, Eunice, and I, decided to get together to study.”
Narration: Then I asked her the final question that I needed to.
-Ms. Carr, “Miss Reardon, please answer this question honestly. Did you take Miss Bittle’s Latin book, or have you seen it around the apartment at all.”
-Ms. Reardon, “I don’t remember seeing it anywhere in the house and I haven’t taken the Latin book.”
Narration: I had no further questions and so I let Miss Reardon go back into Eunice’s room which is where those two suspects were, and the victim and Tammy were waiting in their room that they shared, but of course at this time Ms. Nicole was the only one in that room. I did all of my questioning in the living room. I was just about to ask the police officer to go get Eunice Pazmino when Ms. Nicole came into the room.
-Ms. Bittle, “I came here to finish my questioning. I do realize I was wrong in neglecting my Latin book in a time of hunger. I should have watched over it better. But anyways I know for a fact that I had brought both my Latin book and the stupid cardboard drink holder inside the house. Because I had the drink holder on top, and I put both on the counter than I turned to go into the living room and I don’t remember anything else.”
-Ms. Carr, “I do realize you are not the culprit, and I thank you for this information because now we know where the Latin book was last. We must do some searching.”
Narration: So after a really long time of searching, about an hour or so, we came up with nothing. No Latin book in the living room, not in the kitchen, not in the bedrooms, and definitely not in the trash cans or in the fridge or freezer. You must keep all your options open when searching for something. So because the search ended badly I only had one choice, and that was to continue my questioning. Miss Eunice Pazmino is from the country of Ecuador. She came to America because of her family, and she not only speaks perfect English but some French. Her native tongue of course is the wonderful language of Spanish. Well I started my questioning as I always do with people from Latin America.
-Ms. Carr, “Cigar?”
-Ms. Pazmino, “No?.....I don’t smoke?...”
-Ms. Carr, “Oh good cuz neither do I. Okay. Well do you remember when Miss Bittle last had her Latin Book?”
Ms. Pazmino, “Yes, actually the last time I saw it was in the car.”
Ms. Carr, “Do you know that Miss Nicole said the last time she had it was inside the house?”
Ms. Pazmino, “That’s what she told me and of course I believe her but I just wanted to view it through every perspective.”
-Ms. Carr, “Miss Pazmino, do you like living together with your friend and her sister?”
-Ms. Pazmino, “I like it very much, although Tammy could use a little work.”
-Ms. Carr, “So you don’t secretly hate Miss Nicole and wished her to get a bad grade in the Latin class? Because I think since you’re in the same class you want to get the higher grade and you think that Miss Nicole would jeopardize that possibility, because I’ve seen that you are a straight A student and Miss Nicole is not far behind you. So you took her book so she would get a bad grade!”
-Ms. Pazmino, “Never! And all your stupid theories are wrong, I think of Nickey as a sister and you can just leave our house if you’re going to talk like that. We never needed this in the first place because we can always figure things out on our own…….”
Narration: At this moment in Miss Pazmino’s very upset statement, which I believed was true and from the heart the moment she opened her mouth, came rushing in the room Erica and Nickey laughing their heads off, and trying to tell us something, but because of their laughter it was kind of hard to catch what they were saying. So I told them to stop and just tell us what it was. Erica then conveyed this tale to us.
-Ms. Reardon, “I was sitting in Eunice’s room and Nickey came in and she was really worried and she was saying things like ‘What will I do tomorrow?’ ‘This is just my luck I buy a book and it goes missing the next couple of hours.’ ‘I’ve looked everywhere and all I can think is that maybe the rapture for Latin books came and mine went up while yours were left behind.’ So I was worried for her and then I looked down at my Latin book and saw a dog eared page and I thought ‘I didn’t do that.’ Then I looked over to my right and saw my bag and saw something in my bag. So while Nickey was in mid-sentence I yelled loudly ‘Wait! Stop! Stop! I have your book.’”
So the case came to an end and all the while Miss Erica Reardon was the culprit. It was a complete accident and she just saw it on the couch and took it without thinking. So to continue no one was arrested and the Latin book was found and in fact Miss Nicole Bittle studied well that night and happened to get a 100 on the quiz that next day. So the mystery behind the lost Latin book was solved, all the suspects who were innocent were let free, and for once there was not a culprit in this case. Although one of the suspects did end up in the nuthouse, and from what I hear she’s doing really well and should be allowed visitor’s soon. So all of my hard work paid off, although not in a way I expected, but in the end this case was one of the better ones that any Investigator can have. To have no culprit and not have any bad guy to put in jail even though it was a waste of my good talents, but in the end it was a good day. Or night. So here ends the mystery of the lost Latin book.
Credits:
Ms. Nicole Bittle played by Nicole Bittle
Ms. Tammy Bittle played by Tammy Bittle
Ms. Eunice Pazmino played by Eunice Pazmino
Ms. Erica Reardon played by Erica Reardon
And Ms. Mycah Carr played by the alter ego of Nicole Bittle
Afterwards:
Hi! This is Nickey Bittle! I really don’t have an alter ego, but then again that’s what they all say right. But anyways I just wish to inform you that no matter how wacked out this story may be there are many parts of it that are true. No, the part about Tammy is all made up. But in the end the outcome was the same. Because the person you expect the least to take your Latin book away from you, actually did. Yes, Erica took it and the end part where she tells the story of why her and Nickey are laughing is true too, although Eunice was in the room as well. But anyways……Erica you stole my Latin book and I’ll never let you off for doing that not only because it’s hilarious and you can be so blonde sometimes, but also because without you this whole Sherlock Holmes’s mystery wouldn’t have come to life. I hope you people who read this will laugh as much as I did when I wrote it.
A love letter to my daughter
I was feeling a little down on the day I wrote this, but then I opened the blinds and saw how beautiful the day was and then God just gave me a poem, and so this is a poem from God to his daughter....ME:) But I hope that it might encourage and help other people if your all having a bad day or something.....anyways here it is.
A love letter to my daughter:
Hello love, the day is a beautiful one,
the sun is shining for all to see,
but your hiding your face from me,
All you think of is the hurt you've done,
But all I see is my love,
my love,
It lives within you and in your soul,
It is what I gave to you to share,
But you think that from my love you are bare,
But my daughter I already gave it to you on that cross,
So please don't feel down and at a complete loss,
For I long to renew you and make you whole,
be whole,
My daughter do not miss this day,
For I gave it to you,
So please, let the love I show you now forever with you stay,
for I let the sun come out just for you,
I let the birds sing a sweet song for you,
I brought a breeze to cool and relax you,
But you turn to me, your father, and say,
Why do you even want to look my way?
After all the hurt and pain I always bring,
How can I hear the birds sing?
My daughter don't you know I brought the sun out for it reminded me of you,
For I see there is a brightness built within you to bring to others this day,
My daughter don't you know those songbirds remind me of you,
Of your beautiful voice that has breathe to tell a world of my love,
So do not hold from them that love,
Please my daughter remember what I say,
On this day know your sins are forgiven,
Know that I love you and want you to share that love with this world,
For this world has become very cold,
so cold to who I am, and the love I gave long ago,
But I gave YOU to show them that today is a great day for them to start liv'n,
To become a new creature and start their new life,
So they will have a way to overcome their sorrow and woe,
They need to know that there is always love in times of strife,
in times of strife,
Can you see it? my love is all around,
You my daughter must tell them for you are already secure,
Safe within my arms filled with love,
Safe as a thread in a tapestry woven and wound,
Safe as a child of the father of love,
But they do not know yet this cure,
So daughter no longer hang your head,
but instead,
Walk with a dance in your step,
Speak the sweet words of love that I gave to all,
But remember that even though you may fall,
I'm right beside you ready to pick you up,
I remind you again, my daughter, that I sent the sun to you,
So you could remember you are forgiven and are much loved,
you are indeed loved,
Yes my daughter....you,
Not just by me but by others,
The sun was sent to you, so your face you would no longer have to cover,
So shine with the light of the sun,
Shine with my love in you heart,
For all those who are in the dark, and hold pain in their hearts,
They will see the light you bring and no longer hide away,
May they see that I am the only way,
You my lovely daughter, you are to show them that way,
Please.....show them the way.
By Nicole Bittle
A love letter to my daughter:
Hello love, the day is a beautiful one,
the sun is shining for all to see,
but your hiding your face from me,
All you think of is the hurt you've done,
But all I see is my love,
my love,
It lives within you and in your soul,
It is what I gave to you to share,
But you think that from my love you are bare,
But my daughter I already gave it to you on that cross,
So please don't feel down and at a complete loss,
For I long to renew you and make you whole,
be whole,
My daughter do not miss this day,
For I gave it to you,
So please, let the love I show you now forever with you stay,
for I let the sun come out just for you,
I let the birds sing a sweet song for you,
I brought a breeze to cool and relax you,
But you turn to me, your father, and say,
Why do you even want to look my way?
After all the hurt and pain I always bring,
How can I hear the birds sing?
My daughter don't you know I brought the sun out for it reminded me of you,
For I see there is a brightness built within you to bring to others this day,
My daughter don't you know those songbirds remind me of you,
Of your beautiful voice that has breathe to tell a world of my love,
So do not hold from them that love,
Please my daughter remember what I say,
On this day know your sins are forgiven,
Know that I love you and want you to share that love with this world,
For this world has become very cold,
so cold to who I am, and the love I gave long ago,
But I gave YOU to show them that today is a great day for them to start liv'n,
To become a new creature and start their new life,
So they will have a way to overcome their sorrow and woe,
They need to know that there is always love in times of strife,
in times of strife,
Can you see it? my love is all around,
You my daughter must tell them for you are already secure,
Safe within my arms filled with love,
Safe as a thread in a tapestry woven and wound,
Safe as a child of the father of love,
But they do not know yet this cure,
So daughter no longer hang your head,
but instead,
Walk with a dance in your step,
Speak the sweet words of love that I gave to all,
But remember that even though you may fall,
I'm right beside you ready to pick you up,
I remind you again, my daughter, that I sent the sun to you,
So you could remember you are forgiven and are much loved,
you are indeed loved,
Yes my daughter....you,
Not just by me but by others,
The sun was sent to you, so your face you would no longer have to cover,
So shine with the light of the sun,
Shine with my love in you heart,
For all those who are in the dark, and hold pain in their hearts,
They will see the light you bring and no longer hide away,
May they see that I am the only way,
You my lovely daughter, you are to show them that way,
Please.....show them the way.
By Nicole Bittle
My plea for Mr. Tony
My best friend's father who is also like a father to me was in the hospital and something happened where it looked bad there for awhile, and we thought the worst might happen. So I wrote this poem in honor of him, and as a pray to God that he doesn't take Mr. Tony away from us.
My Plea for Mr. Tony
With my voice hoarse and sore,
I beg the Lord above to not take you away,
There’s a pain deep within my heart’s core,
And my soul is in constant, strong, prayer,
My spirit within me cries and is in need of repair.
O heaven’s Angels do you dare to lead him away?
For the sake of his children allow him to stay.
The memories I have of you,
Are what I think on each day,
The ways of the Lord you always pursue,
And the way you love God is an inspiration,
Because of this you hold everyone’s admiration.
O heaven’s Angels do you dare to lead him away?
For the sake of his love for God allow him to stay.
There is a light in you that shines to all,
And all who meet you from that light don’t shy away,
You wish for none to fall,
Your light which is lit by the Lord,
Is as gentle as a dove but cuts darkness like a sword.
O heaven’s Angels do you dare to lead him away?
For the sake of his witness allow him to stay.
Those who see how you live your life,
Desire to follow God in that way,
With your example of a God-filled life,
We all wish to acquire,
The same passion for God with a never failing fire.
O heaven’s Angels do you dare to lead him away?
For the sake of his God-filled life allow him to stay.
Because of the faith you show,
A faith that’s knit so tight that it will not fray,
You belong in the Eleventh Chapter of Hebrews so,
Next to Abraham, you should go, for your ability to move mountains,
Your faith is strong and freely in the open, not hidden by curtains.
O heaven’s Angels do you dare to lead him away?
For the sake of his strong faith allow him to stay.
The fear of the Lord is your heart’s desire and shown on your face,
From the Lord’s presence you never stray,
Your trust in God shows through in every struggle and hard place,
The reverence and love you have for the Lord makes us tremble,
You hold strong in God when most of us would crumble.
O heaven’s Angels do you dare to lead him away?
For the sake of his reverence for God allow him to stay.
Even though you go through many a tempest and trial,
You put your complete trust in God for it does not sway,
You hold fast to this all the while,
And you have gone through more than most ever,
But your trust in the Lord does not waver.
O heaven’s Angels do you dare to lead him away?
For the sake of his trust in God allow him to stay.
Even in the moments you are the weakest,
The strength of God lives in you in every way,
Where others would fail you are the strongest,
By your strength you are one of God’s greatest soldiers,
And you take your seat of rest upon God’s shoulders.
O heaven’s Angels do you dare to lead him away?
For the sake of his immense strength allow him to stay.
All who look into your face see love,
A love that destroys hatred’s way,
Your love brings joy to all and has gentleness like a dove,
Yet you stand firm in it’s ways and will not be demolished,
And when it spreads to all the world your work will be accomplished.
O heaven’s Angels do you dare to lead him away?
For the sake of his love for this world allow him to stay.
A great father you are and you rule your house with kindness,
And your children show you love each day,
In you parenting ways you are just and fair, and in your home is no blindness,
You see all and you rule with love above all,
You do not want any of your children to fall,
But you love them no matter where they go,
And this is always the first thing to them you show.
O heaven’s Angels do you dare to lead him away?
For the sake of his children, please, allow him to stay.
O heaven’s Angels let him stay,
Lord don’t allow them to take him away,
This is what I constantly pray,
As one day passes another day,
Keep him here and in good health and I beg you let him stay.
By Nicole Bittle
My Plea for Mr. Tony
With my voice hoarse and sore,
I beg the Lord above to not take you away,
There’s a pain deep within my heart’s core,
And my soul is in constant, strong, prayer,
My spirit within me cries and is in need of repair.
O heaven’s Angels do you dare to lead him away?
For the sake of his children allow him to stay.
The memories I have of you,
Are what I think on each day,
The ways of the Lord you always pursue,
And the way you love God is an inspiration,
Because of this you hold everyone’s admiration.
O heaven’s Angels do you dare to lead him away?
For the sake of his love for God allow him to stay.
There is a light in you that shines to all,
And all who meet you from that light don’t shy away,
You wish for none to fall,
Your light which is lit by the Lord,
Is as gentle as a dove but cuts darkness like a sword.
O heaven’s Angels do you dare to lead him away?
For the sake of his witness allow him to stay.
Those who see how you live your life,
Desire to follow God in that way,
With your example of a God-filled life,
We all wish to acquire,
The same passion for God with a never failing fire.
O heaven’s Angels do you dare to lead him away?
For the sake of his God-filled life allow him to stay.
Because of the faith you show,
A faith that’s knit so tight that it will not fray,
You belong in the Eleventh Chapter of Hebrews so,
Next to Abraham, you should go, for your ability to move mountains,
Your faith is strong and freely in the open, not hidden by curtains.
O heaven’s Angels do you dare to lead him away?
For the sake of his strong faith allow him to stay.
The fear of the Lord is your heart’s desire and shown on your face,
From the Lord’s presence you never stray,
Your trust in God shows through in every struggle and hard place,
The reverence and love you have for the Lord makes us tremble,
You hold strong in God when most of us would crumble.
O heaven’s Angels do you dare to lead him away?
For the sake of his reverence for God allow him to stay.
Even though you go through many a tempest and trial,
You put your complete trust in God for it does not sway,
You hold fast to this all the while,
And you have gone through more than most ever,
But your trust in the Lord does not waver.
O heaven’s Angels do you dare to lead him away?
For the sake of his trust in God allow him to stay.
Even in the moments you are the weakest,
The strength of God lives in you in every way,
Where others would fail you are the strongest,
By your strength you are one of God’s greatest soldiers,
And you take your seat of rest upon God’s shoulders.
O heaven’s Angels do you dare to lead him away?
For the sake of his immense strength allow him to stay.
All who look into your face see love,
A love that destroys hatred’s way,
Your love brings joy to all and has gentleness like a dove,
Yet you stand firm in it’s ways and will not be demolished,
And when it spreads to all the world your work will be accomplished.
O heaven’s Angels do you dare to lead him away?
For the sake of his love for this world allow him to stay.
A great father you are and you rule your house with kindness,
And your children show you love each day,
In you parenting ways you are just and fair, and in your home is no blindness,
You see all and you rule with love above all,
You do not want any of your children to fall,
But you love them no matter where they go,
And this is always the first thing to them you show.
O heaven’s Angels do you dare to lead him away?
For the sake of his children, please, allow him to stay.
O heaven’s Angels let him stay,
Lord don’t allow them to take him away,
This is what I constantly pray,
As one day passes another day,
Keep him here and in good health and I beg you let him stay.
By Nicole Bittle
Forced Obligations
I'm just gonna give you a little story before I share my poems. Like why I wrote the poem and what or maybe who it's based on.
So for this one the church I was in was kinda making me upset because the people there would ask me to do stuff without actually asking, like they would say "So your gonna do this thing this date right? We'll see you there okay!!" And they would walk away and basicallly I was forced to show up at that time or else. So I kinda got fed up and didn't show up one time....I think they were mad at me. But they didn't even ask and if they had given me a chance to answer I would've said NO because it was kinda a stressful time for me. So thats the story, and this one's kinda humorous and at the same time serious. I write poems sometimes to vent that way I won't explode and yell to someone's face.
Forced Obligations
You asked me to do this thing today,
But nay,
You did not ask me,
You just thought it would be,
You said in your voice "She will go,"
But if you had asked me the answer would have been "No."
There is so much on my platter already,
Why do you have to make it more heavy?
I love to serve you and the church,
But being forced by you makes me lurch,
It does not feel nice when you take advantage of me,
Why is it you cannot see?
That if you force someone into an obligation,
They will soon take a new direction,
Another church they will flee to,
Somewhere where they won't melt away into,
A pile of sweat and lard,
From having been worked so hard,
It is good to work in your church, it is,
But not so much it's become a crisis,
So mad at me you may be,
For not following yout word to the "T,"
But I will give you a view into my life,
And maybe you will see some of my strife,
And why I long for just a day or two,
Of freedom from everyone and you,
I have a play to direct,
So on Easter all will be correct,
A Sunday school lesson I must get ready,
Is your brain already getting heavy?
A Bible study at my house at tonight's call,
And my house must be clean all in all,
I work with children all week,
So you wonder why I seek,
On the weekends I just want to have a fun time,
Is that so much of a crime?
Many times, and many things,
I've jumped and came at your rings,
And calls, but overall,
I feel as though I've become very small,
I love to help the church and do ministry,
But not being asked, and it just being assumed I will do it, is an abhorrity,
The things I mentioned above or not all,
The reasons I wish to go,
To a new church to start on my call,
But the reason above all,
Which is why I have taken up writing like Poe,
Is I do not agree with the things you believe,
And this is the very first reason for why I must leave.
By Nicole Bittle
So for this one the church I was in was kinda making me upset because the people there would ask me to do stuff without actually asking, like they would say "So your gonna do this thing this date right? We'll see you there okay!!" And they would walk away and basicallly I was forced to show up at that time or else. So I kinda got fed up and didn't show up one time....I think they were mad at me. But they didn't even ask and if they had given me a chance to answer I would've said NO because it was kinda a stressful time for me. So thats the story, and this one's kinda humorous and at the same time serious. I write poems sometimes to vent that way I won't explode and yell to someone's face.
Forced Obligations
You asked me to do this thing today,
But nay,
You did not ask me,
You just thought it would be,
You said in your voice "She will go,"
But if you had asked me the answer would have been "No."
There is so much on my platter already,
Why do you have to make it more heavy?
I love to serve you and the church,
But being forced by you makes me lurch,
It does not feel nice when you take advantage of me,
Why is it you cannot see?
That if you force someone into an obligation,
They will soon take a new direction,
Another church they will flee to,
Somewhere where they won't melt away into,
A pile of sweat and lard,
From having been worked so hard,
It is good to work in your church, it is,
But not so much it's become a crisis,
So mad at me you may be,
For not following yout word to the "T,"
But I will give you a view into my life,
And maybe you will see some of my strife,
And why I long for just a day or two,
Of freedom from everyone and you,
I have a play to direct,
So on Easter all will be correct,
A Sunday school lesson I must get ready,
Is your brain already getting heavy?
A Bible study at my house at tonight's call,
And my house must be clean all in all,
I work with children all week,
So you wonder why I seek,
On the weekends I just want to have a fun time,
Is that so much of a crime?
Many times, and many things,
I've jumped and came at your rings,
And calls, but overall,
I feel as though I've become very small,
I love to help the church and do ministry,
But not being asked, and it just being assumed I will do it, is an abhorrity,
The things I mentioned above or not all,
The reasons I wish to go,
To a new church to start on my call,
But the reason above all,
Which is why I have taken up writing like Poe,
Is I do not agree with the things you believe,
And this is the very first reason for why I must leave.
By Nicole Bittle
Greetings
Hi! This is my first time doing a blog so I'm basically gonna do whatever. So yeah I don't have my old poems right now because their in a box in North Carolina which is where I went to college. But that does not mean I stopped writing poems....yeah like that could happen. But the ones I will be posting or my newest ones, but I will get my journals sent to me so I can post all of my poems. Which is the entire reason I started this blog, to post my poems. Just for the heck of it really. When I was younger for some reason my friends would keep giving me journals or diary's for my Birthdays, I swear I had at least one journal every Birthday. But anyways I hate writing my days down and what happeneds in my days, my life is very boring. Anyways I used to write in them for like a day or two and then I got bored with it and stopped. Then when I started writing poetry I was like "Hey! I have some paper to use in these old things instead of buying something new." And so that is how it began. So I'll stop babling and give you a taste of my poetry. Oh! By the way I write all kinds of poems, Humorous, sad, serious, and mostly religious. Because I am a christian and I do believe God is real, and is the only true God. I am proud to call myself a child of God's, and writing poetry is one way for me to bring Him praise.
Well I hope whomever reads these poems will find them enjoyable, but if you don't thats okay because I just posted them on here to just post them. So you won't hurt my feelings if you criticize me or my poetry, cuz guess what it's mine and I'm never going to stop writing poetry just because someone doesn't like my writing. Thats just stupid. And poetry is a form of art, sometimes it doesn't have to make sense and there will be people who like it or don't like it. Like I'm not really a fan of Picasso's abstract paintings, but I do like painting random abstract paintings myself ( with crayons by the way ). So yeah thats my two cents. Just remember I did this for fun.
Well this concludes my Greetings note, I basically have nothing else to say. So bye.
Well I hope whomever reads these poems will find them enjoyable, but if you don't thats okay because I just posted them on here to just post them. So you won't hurt my feelings if you criticize me or my poetry, cuz guess what it's mine and I'm never going to stop writing poetry just because someone doesn't like my writing. Thats just stupid. And poetry is a form of art, sometimes it doesn't have to make sense and there will be people who like it or don't like it. Like I'm not really a fan of Picasso's abstract paintings, but I do like painting random abstract paintings myself ( with crayons by the way ). So yeah thats my two cents. Just remember I did this for fun.
Well this concludes my Greetings note, I basically have nothing else to say. So bye.
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