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Emma Langley Nov 2012
Thanksgiving,
What does it even mean?
I mean I know the dictionary definition,
To give thanks,
But what does it really mean?
I mean what is so apealing,
about sitting around a table,
stuffing your self to the brim,
and sitting in akward silence with all of your family members?
I know that with my family this isn't the case,
we talk and tell storys about thanksgivings past.
That is until someone,
gets in a fight with someone else.
Then comes the yelling,
and the screaming,
and the crying,
and last but not least,
the "Come on kids we're going"

And then the akward silence in the car,
that is the worst
then one of the kids asks,
"why were you fighting?"
and Mom just answers,
"Don't wory about it,"
and that is the end of it.

Then you get home and get in bed,
and lay there thinking,
"what is the meaning of thanksgiving?"
"I don't think it's fighting with your family."
And then you fall asleep
Emma Langley Nov 2012
A moment,

Can make you proud
When you graduated high school,
And everyone was standing,
And clapping,
And screaming your name.

Can hurt you,
When you fell off your bike for the first time,
And you dad came to help you,
He picked you up
And sent you to mom for a band-aid
Where she smothered you in hugs and kisses

Can comfort you,
Sitting in your moms arms,
Cuddling on the couch
Watching cartoons
Laughing at everything

Can make you happy,
When one year for Christmas,
You got the one thing
That you wanted in the whole world,
It made your Christmas perfect.

Can make you sad
When you cried and cried and cried,
When you learned that someone you loved
So much had died.
And you were angry with God,
You screamed,
“How could you do this!?”
And never received an answer

One small moment can change your whole day,

When you drank you coffee and thought,

Thought about your kids,
What they will do,
At school,
At home,
In the future when they have jobs.
If they will sit at their kitchen table
And think these same thoughts about their kids

When you said hi to your neighbor,
As you walked out to your car,
With all three of your kids,
Still in your pajamas,
To take them to school.
And your neighbor said hi back,
Waving at your kids.

When you went to work with a smile,
After taking your kids to school,
You sit and type on a computer,
Putting in the stock market to tell you boss,
Working on a big presentation you have to give.

When you went home,
And stopped to give money
To that poor homeless man,
Remembering how fortunate you are,
To have a loving family,
A good job,
And a roof over your head.
As you walked in the door of your house,
And all of your kids ran to the door to give you a hug.

And you realized just how much you love them.

A moment can change you forever.
Emma Langley Nov 2012
Woven with many colors,
Magenta,
Gold,
Grey,
Black,
Woven with so much care,
Not one imperfection lies in its string.
Woven in a pattern,
That can not be described,
It is too complicated,
Like the friendship it represents.
Too complicated to be described in words.
Only capable of being described though feeling.

As it wraps around your wrist after so many years,
You remember,
You remember the little girl that you
Bought it from all those years ago,
You gave her two dollars,
And now you realize she deserved more,
She deserved more for putting in
All those painstaking hours,
To make that bracelet perfect.
To make it mean something,
It might never mean anything to you,
And she knew it,
But she knows,
It will always mean something to her.
Emma Langley Nov 2012
Fire has the power,

The power to burn,
The largest trees,
The smallest plants,

The power to destroy,
The largest forests
The most beautiful homes

Fire has the ability,

The ability to make space,
When all the old trees burn,
It makes room for new trees to grow.

The ability to bring people together,
When a fire devastates a community
They come together to help those who have lost.

Fire is hot,
The heat burning your skin,
The tree’s bark,
The dirt’s ants.

Fire so hot
It is cold
When it licks at your skin like a dog,
You freeze,
With fear,
With a strange happiness.
Emma Langley Nov 2012
White
Coming down in soft flakes,
Melting on my toung
Beautiful for such a short time.
Floating down blissfully
Waiting to land,

Landing,
Softly being crushed under my boots.
As I walk up the hill to go sledding.
As I zip down the hill,
Snow getting in my eyes,
My cheeks red and burning,
Being cut by a million tiny knifes.
Going over a jump and,
"catching air"
The wind is knocked out of me as I land
Reaching the bottom,
Disipointment at how short the ride is.

Going inside to sit on the couch eating popcorn and drinking cocoa.
Watching to snow flutter down out side.
Thinking about what it is like,
To be a snowflake.
To be created high uo in the clouds,
A beautiful piece of ice crystle.
To small to be marveled at
Only to float blissfully to the ground,
To be crumpled up by a boot.
On its way up a hill to sled.

To be flattend by a sled,
As it zooms down the hill,
Hitting a bump and flying into the air,
To flatten may more of us.

What would it be like to be a snow flake?
Just wrote this up at Mt. Hood with a TON of snpw coming down...hope you like it and comment what you think
Emma Langley Nov 2012
Stew
Full of many things,
Carrots,
Orange,
Crunchy but still soft
Round,
Cut into little orange disks

Potatoes,
Crisp,
White,
Cut into angular halfs

Bison,
Fed rotten fruit in a pasture
Pears,
Oranges,
Apples,
And many other things.
Making the meat sweet.
Now shredded into bits in my bowl.

Onions,
Clear,
Soft,
Sweet,
Cut into little strippes in my bowl.
Emma Langley Nov 2012
Love is stupid,
Love is foolish,
Love is blind,
Love is deft,
Love is hurtful,
Love is cruel,

Love is happiness,
Love is bliss,
Love is amazing,
Love is phenomenal,
Love is necessary.

He was amazing,
He was funny,
He was cute,

He was he was mean
He was my lover,
He was cold,
He was heartless,
He was cruel,

I am hurt
I am sad
I am depressed.
I am happy
I am amazing
I am beautiful
I am strong.
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