Happy New Year 2008
We welcome in the new, pushing the old to the far corners of our minds.
Reach for a new day, and understand that this is your gift.
Love your friends and family, remembering that we are all together on this vast journey called life.
Admire nature, the beauty of the world around us, and respect it.
Take notice of other people’s creations and projects, for that is what builds our world.
by Lauren Sweetland
photo by Lauren Sweetland taken Dec 31st 2007
Categories: Poems · Through my eyes
Sit and wonder,
in mystery.
As the days pass and seasons turn.
Questioning,
anticipating,
precipitating madness through inaction.
Walls closing in.
Chains breaking,
escaping the prison of vacillation.
Emancipation.
by Lauren Sweetland
11 Sept 2007
Categories: Poems · Through my eyes
constellations spackeled into the endless ocean of darkness …
vibrant lights stretching to never ending heights …
surrounded by the smell of the night air …
wishing i was somewhere but happy to be here …
angry mobs rushing in with no power …
laughing in mysterious wonder …
staring blankly into an ocean of information …
waiting, standing still, refusing to be moved …
unable to push what can’t be moved …
invisibe, perennial, inextinguishable …
immortal.
by Lauren Sweetland
11 Aug 2007
Categories: Poems
Where are you?
Fulfill my yearning desires.
Relieve me of my throbbing heart.
Help me escape from my wandering mind.
Paint another landscape.
Turn reality into surreal immortality.
Love me until this feeling goes away.
by Lauren Sweetland
24 July 2007
Categories: Poems
Green light in front of my face.
Rain drops on my wind shield.
Flags blowing in the breeze.
The night is cold.
I am warm inside my car.
Alone.
Waiting for someone to arrive.
Excitement.
Anticipating exhilaration.
The night has not yet begun.
by Lauren Sweetland
April 2007
Categories: Poems · Through my eyes
Eric is one of the most phenomenal people I have ever had the privilege of knowing. He showed me this poem in 2002 and I told him that all parents and kids should read this. He has an ability to impact people with his communication that is beyond anything I have known. The message is true.
The most gut wrenching cry that ever you heard,
Is frustration that follows the misunderstood word,
The child is restless and can’t sit quite still,
He’s nervous and angry and feeling quite ill.
He wants to go home or go play in the sand,
His pencil is shaking inside his right hand,
He’s blank and washed out and not present or there,
He’s kicking the desk and he’s pulling his hair,
He’s yawning, distracted and won’t settle down,
Instead of a student he’s now the class clown,
He can no longer read so he’s playing the fool,
He’s got no more attention or focus for school.
PLEASE make him look back – oh – a sentence or four,
And clear up the word so he’s bright and RESTORED!
If you don’t know the strength of a dictionary,
The psychiatrist will move in and SCREAM, “A.D.D.!”
Then watch as your child takes a nice little pill,
That darkens his spirit and dampens his will,
You’ll be sorry years later when he hasn’t a thrill,
Well look at it this way – at least he’ll sit still.
The lesson’s so easy it might seem absurd,
But all that needs fixing is ONE LITTLE WORD!
Do you hear me? You get it? Please tell me you heard:
NEVER LET YOUR CHILD PASS A MISUNDERSTOOD WORD.Based on the Study Technology of L. Ron Hubbard
Categories: Poems
Parallel universes.
Locked in the travel of time.
Emotionless slumber.
Thoughts of you fill my mind.
The dream begins.
Twists.
Then Ends.
by Lauren Sweetland
5 March 2007
Categories: Poems
Saturday night,
A bag of popcorn,
Cute dog on my lap,
Music,
Lot’s of pillows,
comfortable in my solitude.
by moi – written today
Categories: Poems
She hadn’t played in at least 6 years. She was nervous and felt like she wasn’t going to be able to keep up.
However when she stepped out on the field she felt a sense of certainty and pride come over her. The feeling of victory that she had once known so well was returning.
For a moment she stopped running and looked around, the world was in slow motion and her eyes were blurry. She rubbed her eyes and told her self to snap out of it and proceeded to run harder and faster than she ever had in her life.
This time was different than the other times she played. She knew the game was hers. The thrill was back she remembered again why she would endure the pain and why she would push herself so hard.
Categories: Poems
A light cast across the water.
I take a deep breath.
Pushing aside the deep thoughts of yesterday.
I look again to see the sun, trees, water and sky.
I realize it is a new day.
Another minute has passed.
Did I live or lay quietly in the shadows of my own past,
Or the images of what is to come,
Will I wait or will I march forward to triumph.
By Lauren Sweetland
Categories: Poems
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