Hung up on the mornings

What if question brings,

Not brave enough to face the

Facts that have been already

Made,

Like the raindrop hitting the ground,

Unsure of its placement,

And how its effect will

Be remembered, and how

It came to be made,

Hung up on the mornings

Questions of what if brings,

Too uncertain of the part

In the way, but is clear

On the path being made,

As on the twisted road it goes,

But still, it grows,

It’s pathway is clear,

Which way next; decided,

Further in, this way goes off,

Hung up on the mornings

Of the ‘what if’ question brings,

But the path is clear,

And the facts have long been

Made.

                                    By: Caitlin Schemmer

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Okay... It might take a few reads to understand this one... or maybe no one will understand it, but feel free to leave any comments on it.

Bye-bye,

Ttfn

One thing I will truely never understand. Parents that can hate their children based on their sexual preference.

There are a few questions that come to mind when I think of this, but I can never and will never be able to answer them.

In my opinion, your children are your children. Your friends are your friends. Family is family.

Whatever makes them happy.

This was brought up because of a resident that lives in the appartments that I do. He has raised his kids to hate gay people and he complains about at school there is a support group for the students that are gay and having a hard time with family/other students.

He said, "They shouldn't have that support group. It is just wrong. If they are going to have a support group for gays, then they should have one for straight students too."

If people didn't raise their kids to hate certain groups, then there wouldn't be a huge need for these support groups.

I told him that that makes not sense, being straight is more widely accepted than being gay. It would do no good to have a "straight person's support group."

When has straight ever been something unacceptable to the majority?

I do know that it is becoming more and more widely accepted to be gay, but it is people like this that are holding back their children from accepting people of different religious, sexual orientation, and races. I personally wouldn't push that kind of a belief on my children, it further divides us as a whole, but I suppose that these people think that is "right." I do not believe that it is, I believe that it is wrong on more than just one level. Acceptance is one thing everybody seeks, whether it be on a small or large scale.

Bye-Bye,

Ttfn

Two things, two sides,

Two never ending divides.

The voices of others ring throughout,

Their nonsense echoing on by,

And by and by.

Understand, understand,

Here, come now, take this hand.

Mimic this, mimic that,

Not knowing anything, from this

Or of that.

Two things, two sides,

Two never ending divides.

                                    By: Caitlin Schemmer

Dance with the air,

Your partner,

Inspired from the song,

You move,

Your arms around the

Invisible body,

Move this way and that,

Gracefully, alone,

Keep moving,

Inspired from the song,

Up, down,

Bending, stretching,

Turn, twirl,

Keep moving, Slowly,

Full of expression,

Faster, show your inspiration,

Feel the beats,

Go with the lyrics,

Let your body move,

Be free,

Keep moving,

Inspired by the lyrics,

Your partner dances with you,

Helping you move,

Close your eyes,

Let it out,

Every bit of you,

Dancing,

Stretching, bending,

Twirling, Slowly,

Feel the beats,

Faster,

Grasp the hand,

Up and down,

Hear the song,

Feel the lyrics,

Move this way and that,

Gracefully, alone,

Inspired from the song,

You move.

                                    By: Caitlin Schemmer

Bleh. There it is, my lame poem, or to me it is lame, but I guess offers on what I should name it would be nice :)

Bye-Bye,

Ttfn

The memory slowly fades

Into the walls

As it plays its sad lullaby

Goodbye.

The blush is whipped off

Of the face,

As the tears no longer

Plague each night.

The stars shine a little less

Brightly, as the memory

Of the late nights

Disappear.

The heart seems a little

More empty, and yet

It is more complete,

Forgetting those things.

The memory slowly fades

Away, into the walls

As it played its final lullaby

Goodbye.                                    By: Caitlin Schemmer

I seem to get depressed at night, I am not sure why. It just comes from no where. I will be sitting here at my desk in a fairly good mood one second, and then the next feel depressed the next. Sometimes it gets so bad that I can actually feel it in surges, it's hard to explain.

But I will be going now.

Bye-bye,

Ttfn