NaPoWriMo 25

A wagging tail
And eager face greet me
As I stroll inside our home.
I feel the weight of tiny paws on my legs,
And the soft wetness of a tiny tongue against my hand.
I stroke the shiny tan fur of a small creature,
My Chihuahua Maya.

NaPoWriMo 24

The smell of fresh hay surrounds me
As I walk into the barn.
Horses whinny,
And I hear the sound of my boots
Pattering on the cement floors.
Passing the tack room,
The scent of freshly cleaned leather wafts out to greet me,
And my senses are pleased.
The noise of hooves hitting ground
Can be heard from the arena,
And I love it all.

NaPoWriMo 23

Life is a confusing thing.
We go to school,
Work,
Every day, and
What for?
To come back home,
Day completed?
What is the point of a day then?
What are we DOING with our lives
If we do not help others!

NaPoWriMo 22

Fly on the wall,
Do go away,
And do not pester me so.
Your big black eyes
Dig into my soul,
Your wing make me repulsed.
Fly on the wall,
Do go away,
And do not pester me so.
For I have a swatter
Right here in my hand,
And care, do not bother me so!

NaPoWriMo 21

Dark
Light
Good
Evil
Just
Unjust
Citizen
Outlaw
Hot
Cold.
All of these are opposites,
Just like personalities.

NaPoWriMo 20

I don't understand:
Why the world turns
Why people cry
Why you can get burns
Why humans die
Why dogs bark
Why it rains
Why fires make a spark
And why they make chains.
All these things are yet to be learned.

NaPoWriMo 19

Some say it's not real,
Or it's impossible,
But I say it's possible.
My God walked on water,
Turned water into wine,
Restored sight to the unseeing,
Gave me eternal life.
He even died for me,
And rose again!
That's
A
MIRACLE!

NaPoWriMo 18

They mocked Him,
Beat Him,
Gave Him a 'crown'.
They hit Him,
Whipped Him,
Cut Him with a spear.
They killed Him,
Hid Him,
And he rose again!

NaPoWriMo 17

Dark,
At first,
With not a hint of life.
Just empty space,
Barren,
Cold,
With no stars in sight.
But then,
Something happened,
A voice spoke,
And light appeared,
A world appeared.
It was a miracle.

NaPoWriMo 16

Rapidly rushing,
Gushing,
Flushing.
Vividly wetting,
Fretting,
Betting.
Fiercely scaring,
Baring,
Daring.
White Water.

NaPoWriMo 15

Slowly,
The forest seems to close in on me,
Devouring my soul.
My feet fly over the ground,
As if I am a bird,
Soaring over the ground.
I must escape!
I cannot be taken by these woods,
Kidnapped by nature.
I can and must escape.

Travel and More!

        So, a lot of people ask me my favorite country that I've been to.  In one of my recent poems, I listed these places.  I always respond: South Africa!  I found it amazing before I left that I was actually going to Africa on a mission trip.  And, to make it better, I got a 12 hour layover in London!

        Just recently, I was asked to speak on an underground Christian Iranian TV show.  The studio was located near where I live.  My interviewer spoke to me in another language, which was translated into my ear, and I responded in English, which was then again translated.  I was so nervous I would mess up on live TV, or my translation would stop working! Anyways, it went smoothly and I was invited back! Yay!  How many middle schoolers in this world get to speak about God to Iranians!

Some Breyer Photos I Took!

Well, like I say in my profile, I love Model Horses! Here are some pictures I took:

Riding

This is me riding George, a 28 year old gelding.  He is the most adorable Welsh Cob I've ever seen- and he's Palomino!  I ride Hunter-Jumper, and have been riding this style for almost 4 months.

NaPoWriMo 14

Carefully,
Very carefully,
The mud-stained hands guide the lump of clay.
The hands permeate the hard lump,
Slowly,
Very slowly,
Turning into into another shape.
Minutes pass,
And the clay stops twirling,
It has another shape now- it is a bowl.
Quickly,
Very quickly,
The bowl has been created.

NaPoWriMo 13

As I walk along,
I see a fork in the road.
One path is very narrow and bending,
And one is very wide and smooth.
I start towards the smooth wide one,
But then I feel differently.
I change my direction and head toward the narrow one,
Knowing it will be an experience.

NaPoWriMo 12

I lurk in the darkest corners,
Snickering to myself.
I hide under children's beds,
Installing a sense of fear.
I am the one who pops infants' balloons,
The one who spills a child's ice cream.
I am the one who corrupts men,
Who creates all things unjust and wrong.
I am Evil.

NaPoWriMo 11

It's funny how
Time can be so fleeting,
Or fly by me.
Time is a being
Nobody can understand.
Master of tardiness,
Queen of early arrival,
Time's fingers are in everything.
She has two arms;
One long,
One short,
To get her point across.
And she always rings a bell for every hour.

NaPoWriMo 10

Places.
I love to travel
It's almost an addiction,
And love to talk about where I've been:
Canada
The USA
South Africa
Puerto Rico,
And the UK.
It's always an interesting topic.
But many more places I have not been,
Yet still yearn to be:
France
Italy
Russia
Germany
And Australia.
I have many more years to travel to these,
And that is my life's goal.

NaPoWriMo 9

Everywhere I go,
I see people on their phone.
Checking their Instagram feed,
A deed they perform with ritual speed.
Updating their Facebook status,
Never with hiatus.
Or Tweeting about a sweet new shop,
Typing until their fingers drop.
This new world is filled with screens,
A realm well discovered by many teens.

NaPoWriMo 8

Helping hands.

Navigation experts.

Papers of knowledge.

Guardians of wisdom.

Defenders against dumbness.

Swords of attainability.

Portals to the world.

Dreams of highways.

Maps.

NaPoWriMo 7

My life is so small and fragile.

I need air to breathe,

Food to keep me going,

And water to save my life.

I am a sister of God,

A niece of Jesus,

And a daughter of the Holy Spirit.

I think of God wherever I am,

No matter if I’m riding,

If I’m quickly swimming,

Or if I’m singing Let it Go.

God is never out of my life.

I was made out of mud,

Shaped out of dust,

And I am a human,

So tiny compared to God.

He loves me relentlessly,

Shelters me no matter what,

And comforts me when I am fearful.

NaPoWriMo 6

Type 1 Diabetes.

A short name,

But really,

It's life-changing.

Back when I was 6,

The time came.

I was always thirsty,

Always tired.

We called the doctor,

And went to the hospital.

I was too young to understand,

What was happening to me.

The nurses gave me shots,

And I didn't even mind.

They changed my whole life,

And at first I didn't mind.

But now I look back,

And truly care.

I see what I lost,

And grieve.

But I know I can be healed,

And trust God to do that.

NaPoWriMo 5

If you have not known
The relief,
The joy of riding,
Then you truly have not lived.
To feel a creature
Listening to you,
Ready to charge at your will.
Making a bond,
All with no words,
With an animal that seems to understand.
Knowing that what you sit upon
Can choose to harm you,
But does not.
This is the exhilaration,
The carefree happiness
That riding a horse brings with it.

If you have not sat upon one of these graceful beasts,
Then you have not yet lived.

NaPoWriMo 4

Thunder.
Falling loudly like
A massive drop of rain,
Startling me,
Making my hair stand straight.
The sky shakes,
The earth shakes,
And all is not still
Thunder.

NaPoWriMo 3

Anger fills me.
It floods my body,
Stretches out to every limb.
My mind is clouded over with anger,
To the point where I cannot think properly.
I was accused,
Wrongly.
Not that it was a major thing,
But I overreacted.
I turned away on my heels,
Stomping away,
Saying something irrational without even thinking.
I try to keep the feeling in,
But alas,
I cannot.
Madness overruns me,
And I feel about ready to explode.
The funny thing is that it happens after a good day,
Which then makes me feel guilty.
I really don't even believe what I say,
And that is what confuses me.

NaPoWriMo 2

I see the face of sadness,
And purposefully hide from it.
I must not feel any of it,
Understand why it looks so sorrowful.

I see the face of anger,
And intentionally run away.
I will not allow myself to know it,
To see why it is so hostile.

I see the face of indifference,
And force myself to leave.
I cannot feel what it feels,
Or get why it seems so blank.

I see the face of confusion,
And carry my feet away.
I shall not share what it shares,
Or understand its gaze is so clouded.

I see the faces of joy and love,
And fling myself at them.
I desire to be like these two,
To experience all that they do.

NaPoWriMo 1

Canter, Canter, Canter.
A horse has great power,
And grace like a budding flower.

Hop, Hop, Hop.
A rabbit has long, silky ears,
To be aware of all of its fears.

Walk, Walk, Walk.
A dog has gentle, small paws,
Unlike its strong, sharp jaws.

Swim, Swim, Swim.
A fish has colorful fins,
And eyes that resemble the heads of pins.

Stride, Stride, Stride.
Humans have an intelligent brain,
That allows them to attain and explain.