Poems and Journal Entries
These are my three favorite poems/ journal entries:
Happiness Is...
Walking through the glowing Christmas lights
strung from building to building on Main Street
in the “Happiest Place on Earth.”
Sitting around a tall, glowing bonfire.
Sharing stories and building friendships.
Laughing and singing
until the night ends.
Music flowing through your ears,
sending chills down your spine.
Replaying over and over because
the lyrics bring so much joy.
Yellow like the sun.
Pink like a soft blanket a baby can’t let go of.
Turquoise, mint green, and light blue.
Colors that are candy to your eyes.
Rich brownies fresh out of the oven.
The sensational smell that fills up the room.
The aroma of a soft sweet vanilla or pumpkin candle
that only burns in the fall.
Inspiration flowing from a paint brush
as it is being swept across a big, white canvas.
Watching as a story develops in front of your eyes.
Happiness is
laughing until you can’t breath,
singing songs and playing music.
Happiness is all of these things
and so much more.
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Happiness Is...
Walking through the glowing Christmas lights
strung from building to building on Main Street
in the “Happiest Place on Earth.”
Sitting around a tall, glowing bonfire.
Sharing stories and building friendships.
Laughing and singing
until the night ends.
Music flowing through your ears,
sending chills down your spine.
Replaying over and over because
the lyrics bring so much joy.
Yellow like the sun.
Pink like a soft blanket a baby can’t let go of.
Turquoise, mint green, and light blue.
Colors that are candy to your eyes.
Rich brownies fresh out of the oven.
The sensational smell that fills up the room.
The aroma of a soft sweet vanilla or pumpkin candle
that only burns in the fall.
Inspiration flowing from a paint brush
as it is being swept across a big, white canvas.
Watching as a story develops in front of your eyes.
Happiness is
laughing until you can’t breath,
singing songs and playing music.
Happiness is all of these things
and so much more.
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Treasured Memories
I am from Jimmie Johnson crossing the finish line and Church on Sundays.
From Mom’s couch and Dad’s couch
and television for days.
I am from all things Disney, Little Pet Shop and Barbie too.
I am from bright, blue eyes and pale, white skin.
From delicious pork pie and steamy beef stew.
I am from the overwhelming joy of opening presents on Christmas
and birthdays too.
I am from “Don’t worry be happy”
and “Smile, you’ll live longer”
I am from big crosses, wise pastors
and baptisms too.
And on a big, white wall full of
artwork speaking with vivid colors like a sun setting over the horizon,
and so many memories from Disneyland, Comic-Con
and Graduations too.
Photographs displaying the moments we shared
bringing back the sights and smells
of the day we were there.
I am from traditions and sayings,
religion and food.
From treasured memories and a great family too.
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That Feeling
When I was in Kindergarten, my friend took me bowling for the first time. When I took a step into the bowling alley, I noticed that it was like nothing I had ever seen before. There were kids chasing each other to their lane while barefoot. There were parents bringing trays full of food to their kid’s birthday party. It was complete chaos, but for some reason I liked it. Instantly I could smell greasy french fries, fresh out of the fryer. I could hear a large crash every time a ball hit the pins, knocking them over on every lane. We made our way to our lane and finally it was time to bowl. When I picked up the ball it felt as heavy as a bolder, so I needed a ramp to push the ball off of. I watched the ball roll off of the ramp and onto the lane. As it struck the first pin, some of them slowly fell to the ground. The sound of the pins knocking over was music to my ears. After that moment, I could not wait to do it again.
In eighth grade My family and I joined a bowling league. I wasn’t very good at first, but every week I went bowling, I found new ways to improve and get a higher score. When I got my highest score ever, 164, I decided that I wanted to become a professional bowler.
I love bowling so much that I bowl at least once a week every week. Someone once said, “Get rid of everything that doesn’t make you happy and focus your attention on the things that do.” There’s this feeling that I get everytime I go bowling. At first I can feel the butterflies in my stomach, eager to know if the pins are going to dance and spin until they lose their balance or if they will remain still. But the more I get warmed up, the more I find myself falling in love with the sport all over again. Having that feeling every moment possible, that’s my dream.
I am from Jimmie Johnson crossing the finish line and Church on Sundays.
From Mom’s couch and Dad’s couch
and television for days.
I am from all things Disney, Little Pet Shop and Barbie too.
I am from bright, blue eyes and pale, white skin.
From delicious pork pie and steamy beef stew.
I am from the overwhelming joy of opening presents on Christmas
and birthdays too.
I am from “Don’t worry be happy”
and “Smile, you’ll live longer”
I am from big crosses, wise pastors
and baptisms too.
And on a big, white wall full of
artwork speaking with vivid colors like a sun setting over the horizon,
and so many memories from Disneyland, Comic-Con
and Graduations too.
Photographs displaying the moments we shared
bringing back the sights and smells
of the day we were there.
I am from traditions and sayings,
religion and food.
From treasured memories and a great family too.
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That Feeling
When I was in Kindergarten, my friend took me bowling for the first time. When I took a step into the bowling alley, I noticed that it was like nothing I had ever seen before. There were kids chasing each other to their lane while barefoot. There were parents bringing trays full of food to their kid’s birthday party. It was complete chaos, but for some reason I liked it. Instantly I could smell greasy french fries, fresh out of the fryer. I could hear a large crash every time a ball hit the pins, knocking them over on every lane. We made our way to our lane and finally it was time to bowl. When I picked up the ball it felt as heavy as a bolder, so I needed a ramp to push the ball off of. I watched the ball roll off of the ramp and onto the lane. As it struck the first pin, some of them slowly fell to the ground. The sound of the pins knocking over was music to my ears. After that moment, I could not wait to do it again.
In eighth grade My family and I joined a bowling league. I wasn’t very good at first, but every week I went bowling, I found new ways to improve and get a higher score. When I got my highest score ever, 164, I decided that I wanted to become a professional bowler.
I love bowling so much that I bowl at least once a week every week. Someone once said, “Get rid of everything that doesn’t make you happy and focus your attention on the things that do.” There’s this feeling that I get everytime I go bowling. At first I can feel the butterflies in my stomach, eager to know if the pins are going to dance and spin until they lose their balance or if they will remain still. But the more I get warmed up, the more I find myself falling in love with the sport all over again. Having that feeling every moment possible, that’s my dream.