A New Start?

So, I know I haven't updated in, like, a bajillion years. I re-read my first posts (all two of them), and realized that the bet I placed with myself was a winner: The blog didn't make it past one week. Then why am I back here over a year later, excluding a single post in May for purposes of a practical joke? Well... A few reasons, actually:

1) I want to post my poetry here, and see if I can get more interest than I've found among my Facebook friends. (Who are awesome, by the way, just not very into poetry apparently.)

2) I want someplace to rant, and since no body reads this blog (that I know of), it should be pretty safe to say the things I wouldn't post in a note on Facebook.

3) I'm sort of in love with the idea of blogging, and so... I just had to try again. Unrealistic optimist that I am. :-P

I've been through a lot since I last posted, but I won't try to cover all that in one blog post. It would take too long, and my hands already hurt from my work this afternoon-- I was out hacking thistles in the pasture and then whacking the heads off to make sure they don't re-seed. Long, tiring, and painful. Thank goodness I had my iPod with me. Neil Patrick Harris is a life saver. (That's my iPod's name, btw. I'm a nerd. XD) Suffice it to say that I've grown a lot, and I hope to continue to grow and share the experience with others. Possibly through this blog.

Oh, and one more reason for this thing: You know how you write stuff down about people and secretly hope they read it? No? Ok, never mind then. ^_^

And with that, here's a little poem to read:

“--the anesthesia’s wearing off! (Awake)”

Sarah Kittell - 01/07/10

Peel away the outer hide,

Let me take off my disguise,

Let me see what’s inside,

Outside,

This sin has a down side.

I walk around in robes of white,

Keep it hidden, out of sight,

Don’t let on I lost the Fight.

Am I right?

Demons keep me up at night.

Find your proof,

Point and shoot,

Claim the Truth,

But where’s your fruit?

Watch your actions make you mute.

What is this inside of me?

How can it be part of me?

I thought that I had been set free,

From everything I used to be.

I will never set you free,

Eyes on me,

Don’t believe;

I won’t give you up that easy!

Putting on my uniform,

Shield and sword,

Try to halt this burning storm,

Blood is warm,

Plastic fortress now deformed.

Get down from your sky-high horse,

I will not sign on our divorce,

Reinforce our intercourse,

I won’t give you up alive.

Wishing I could cry for aid,

A refuge from this cannonade,

Hide away,

Barricade,

Rescue from their red grenades.

Who will answer to your call?

You will fall!

I will claim my bride-to-be,

And teach her some humility!

Who will answer to my call?

Watch me fall…

Thanks for reading! Love and hugs to all! ^^,

--Sarah