Ideas of you

There are some who wish you well

And some who wish you dead.

Some who wish you stood and fought,

Some who wish you fled.

Some who place you higher up,

Some who place you low,

Some who wonder who you are,

Some already know.

People all around your life,

Who have their ideas of you,

A rebel, fighter, whiner, crier,

A person with nothing to do.

There are some who wish you life,

And some who wish you hate,

It all depends on the idea of you

That you inspired them to create.

Copyright January 20, 2015. This post may not be copied or reproduced with out express permission from the author.

The trees

The trees that stand so tall and proud,

With long, firm roots against the ground,

Might yearn for long lost sapling years,

And sap runs down their trunk like tears.

They wish to touch the fertile earth,

That mothered them ever since birth,

And live to see their seeds fall,

To become more trees, just as tall.

Copyright January 12, 2015 by Christina Gatchel. This post may not be copied or reproduced without express permission from the author.

Scattered thoughts: Cold

Cold is when the sky is covered in a thick blanket of gray.
Cold is when the air is clear and crisp.
Cold is when you don't dare go out without shoes because your feet will freeze from the wetness and you could probably get hypothermia or something and you stay inside posting about cold instead of actually experiencing it because you'd rather not experience it.
Cold can be fun, like when it snows.
Cold can also be annoying when you want to go out and do something but it's so cold your face gets numb.
Sometimes it feels that the cold is mean when you want to do something and it's suddenly twenty - eight degrees.
Cold is cold.
Some people are used to temperatures around negative something.
I'm not.
I like the cold, but it has its disadvantages.
Maybe inside is better.
Until it turns summer and I'll probably wish it was winter.

Copyright January 2, 2015. This post may not be copied or reproduced without express permission from the author. (Though I can't imagine why you would try.)