Friday, December 31, 2010
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Monday, December 27, 2010
Sunday, December 26, 2010
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Friday, December 24, 2010
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Dreams
I can't go backward can I?
Theres things to see places to go
People to see
But I still can't fly
Away
Again we look into our past
See whats there
Try to remember
Try to pick out the pieces
That we like
But we only remember the seeds
There the songs we sung
Places we habited
Items we shared
Phrases we finished
But is there one happy thing to remember
One thing that always crops up
We wedge it down deep
Deep into our unconciousness
Like a dream within a dream within a dream
I had one last night
About being a housewife
Where I wanted to be
I was brainwashed beyond belief
But I don't believe that
I believed in the truth
And thats what I wanted to be
A housewife! Me!
Taking care of the food the laundry
the house the kids
Well in my dreams I don't have kids
I told him no there would be no sex
We were going to adopt
And that what we did
My life played before me
I was satisfied
Awake I realized it was a dream
And how confused I was
I folded my laundry
Took my shower
Thought about it again
Shrugged it all away
And went back to being the way I was
I couldn't go back to where we struggled
Where the equality was 100 to zip
I couldn't let the men win
Where they earned $1 to our $0.75
I couldn't go back to where dreams ruled
Where rings went on before turning 20
I couldn't go back to where I was
Where I believed in love
But I'm in trouble, you see
For Love still believes in me
Theres things to see places to go
People to see
But I still can't fly
Away
Again we look into our past
See whats there
Try to remember
Try to pick out the pieces
That we like
But we only remember the seeds
There the songs we sung
Places we habited
Items we shared
Phrases we finished
But is there one happy thing to remember
One thing that always crops up
We wedge it down deep
Deep into our unconciousness
Like a dream within a dream within a dream
I had one last night
About being a housewife
Where I wanted to be
I was brainwashed beyond belief
But I don't believe that
I believed in the truth
And thats what I wanted to be
A housewife! Me!
Taking care of the food the laundry
the house the kids
Well in my dreams I don't have kids
I told him no there would be no sex
We were going to adopt
And that what we did
My life played before me
I was satisfied
Awake I realized it was a dream
And how confused I was
I folded my laundry
Took my shower
Thought about it again
Shrugged it all away
And went back to being the way I was
I couldn't go back to where we struggled
Where the equality was 100 to zip
I couldn't let the men win
Where they earned $1 to our $0.75
I couldn't go back to where dreams ruled
Where rings went on before turning 20
I couldn't go back to where I was
Where I believed in love
But I'm in trouble, you see
For Love still believes in me
Monday, December 20, 2010
In God We Trust
Noah's Ark Everything I need to know, I learned from Noah's Ark .
ONE: Don't miss the boat.
TWO: Remember that we are all in the same boat!
THREE: Plan ahead. It wasn't raining when Noah built the Ark.
FOUR: Stay fit. When you're 60 years old, someone may ask you to do something really big.
FIVE: Don't listen to critics; just get on with the job that needs to be done...
SIX: Build your future on high ground.
SEVEN: For safety's sake, travel in pairs.
EIGHT: Speed isn't always an advantage. The snails were on board with the cheetahs.
NINE: When you're stressed, float awhile..
TEN: Remember, the Ark was built by amateurs; the Titanic by professionals.
ELEVEN: No matter the storm, when you are with God, there's always a rainbow waiting.
My instructions were to send this to the people that I wanted God to bless and I picked you. Please pass this on to people you want to be blessed.
( Give it!! Don't just get it.)
Most people walk in and out of your life.......but FRIENDS leave footprints in your heart.
ONE: Don't miss the boat.
TWO: Remember that we are all in the same boat!
THREE: Plan ahead. It wasn't raining when Noah built the Ark.
FOUR: Stay fit. When you're 60 years old, someone may ask you to do something really big.
FIVE: Don't listen to critics; just get on with the job that needs to be done...
SIX: Build your future on high ground.
SEVEN: For safety's sake, travel in pairs.
EIGHT: Speed isn't always an advantage. The snails were on board with the cheetahs.
NINE: When you're stressed, float awhile..
TEN: Remember, the Ark was built by amateurs; the Titanic by professionals.
ELEVEN: No matter the storm, when you are with God, there's always a rainbow waiting.
My instructions were to send this to the people that I wanted God to bless and I picked you. Please pass this on to people you want to be blessed.
( Give it!! Don't just get it.)
Most people walk in and out of your life.......but FRIENDS leave footprints in your heart.
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Friday, December 17, 2010
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Monday, December 13, 2010
Lauren
As with any Reading Day at my College I go to the library where everyone is and study. It gets to be so quiet in the dorms that I can't bear it until I go to the library where I can hear breathing again. I know, a little creepy, but have you ever been the last one in a dorm hall and you can see the tell tale tumbleweed go by? Yea, its a little creepy.
I went upstairs to study because every where else was full. And I mean full, the lounges were full, the cubes were full, even the downstairs tables were full! I knew there were a few desks up stairs that no one used so I went up there. Fortunately there was one left for me, but, I had to sit next to Lauren... ugh.
I don't like her, shes tall, wide and gives off that wretched odor like all day she eats bananas, all day. Just Bananas. I mean, I like bananas but not this much in a close proximity. She's a nice girl and all but.. bananas. Shes a freshman, an transfer and has a short fuse. Always complaining about something. She thinks I have the ear and the time to listen to every single one of her exploits. She was in the crocheting club with me, but didn't last long, every week we had to move the location of the club and she complained about the club moving every time. So, one week when she couldn't find us, she sent everyone of us a complaint letter and informing all of us 'big headed fools' that she burned the squares that she was working on. Uhm, okay? None of really cared, it was just a waste of yarn.
So I had to sit back to back with banana-smelly Lauren. *Ick.* I waited for another cube to open up and I would dart right in but none were available... for three hours. The second the one on the far wall openend up I bolted. Mine all mine! I sat there with no problems for another hour and a half contentedly. Oh happyness. Around 5 p.m. my tummy started gurgling so I figured it was time to quit. I had been sitting in the library since maybe 1 p.m.? It was time to retreat back to my room, my safe warm ... bananas?
I looked up and Lauren was in front of me, all two hundred and fifty pounds of here. I winced and said 'hello' as small as I could. I really didn't want to talk to her.
'Hi." she replied, shrugging her shoulders. I almost imagined her to have a monkey mom, you know like in one of those psychiatric experiements.
There was one of those awkward silences. I turned and pulled my book bag together, keeping an eye on her incase if she tried to pull something. Or if she used me as a complaint hot-line again.
Unfortunetly it was the complaint hot-line. She started in on her essay that she had to write, and how much she needed to do for her History essay, how there was so many pages that she had to do, how many sources and how many words it had to be and... "Stop it VanPelt," I said to her, "I really have to get back to studying, catch me some other time, alright?"
She gave me one of those 'I'm a hurt puppy dog please pet me' looks, which I was not about to fall for. Not when she was looking for a friend by asking for Pity.
I shook my blond locks and looked at her, I wasn't going to stand for it today.
With an annoyed huff she walked off, leaving a trace of bananas behind. Ew.
I finished picking up my stuff, and put on my winter jacket, then I noticed the crumpled yellow sticky note on the floor. Usually I pick them up and on throw them out with my crappy copies. But, Nosey Nancy Me decided to open it, read it, and question it. Stupid, Idiotic Me. Why did I decide to read it? Why, Why, Why????
I had to read it and I now suffered the consequences. I was now under the influence of knowing the worst possible ending to what we know existed. On the paper was written the one word that would ruin everything that we knew and Lauren knew. She knew the one phrase that would kill us all. But..!
If I knew what could kill us all, couldn't I use it to save our town?
But who should I run to? Who should I tell? But most importantly, who was Lauren if she knew this?
Who was she??
I went upstairs to study because every where else was full. And I mean full, the lounges were full, the cubes were full, even the downstairs tables were full! I knew there were a few desks up stairs that no one used so I went up there. Fortunately there was one left for me, but, I had to sit next to Lauren... ugh.
I don't like her, shes tall, wide and gives off that wretched odor like all day she eats bananas, all day. Just Bananas. I mean, I like bananas but not this much in a close proximity. She's a nice girl and all but.. bananas. Shes a freshman, an transfer and has a short fuse. Always complaining about something. She thinks I have the ear and the time to listen to every single one of her exploits. She was in the crocheting club with me, but didn't last long, every week we had to move the location of the club and she complained about the club moving every time. So, one week when she couldn't find us, she sent everyone of us a complaint letter and informing all of us 'big headed fools' that she burned the squares that she was working on. Uhm, okay? None of really cared, it was just a waste of yarn.
So I had to sit back to back with banana-smelly Lauren. *Ick.* I waited for another cube to open up and I would dart right in but none were available... for three hours. The second the one on the far wall openend up I bolted. Mine all mine! I sat there with no problems for another hour and a half contentedly. Oh happyness. Around 5 p.m. my tummy started gurgling so I figured it was time to quit. I had been sitting in the library since maybe 1 p.m.? It was time to retreat back to my room, my safe warm ... bananas?
I looked up and Lauren was in front of me, all two hundred and fifty pounds of here. I winced and said 'hello' as small as I could. I really didn't want to talk to her.
'Hi." she replied, shrugging her shoulders. I almost imagined her to have a monkey mom, you know like in one of those psychiatric experiements.
There was one of those awkward silences. I turned and pulled my book bag together, keeping an eye on her incase if she tried to pull something. Or if she used me as a complaint hot-line again.
Unfortunetly it was the complaint hot-line. She started in on her essay that she had to write, and how much she needed to do for her History essay, how there was so many pages that she had to do, how many sources and how many words it had to be and... "Stop it VanPelt," I said to her, "I really have to get back to studying, catch me some other time, alright?"
She gave me one of those 'I'm a hurt puppy dog please pet me' looks, which I was not about to fall for. Not when she was looking for a friend by asking for Pity.
I shook my blond locks and looked at her, I wasn't going to stand for it today.
With an annoyed huff she walked off, leaving a trace of bananas behind. Ew.
I finished picking up my stuff, and put on my winter jacket, then I noticed the crumpled yellow sticky note on the floor. Usually I pick them up and on throw them out with my crappy copies. But, Nosey Nancy Me decided to open it, read it, and question it. Stupid, Idiotic Me. Why did I decide to read it? Why, Why, Why????
I had to read it and I now suffered the consequences. I was now under the influence of knowing the worst possible ending to what we know existed. On the paper was written the one word that would ruin everything that we knew and Lauren knew. She knew the one phrase that would kill us all. But..!
If I knew what could kill us all, couldn't I use it to save our town?
But who should I run to? Who should I tell? But most importantly, who was Lauren if she knew this?
Who was she??
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Friday, December 10, 2010
Obituary
An Obituary printed in the London Times - Interesting and sadly rather true.
Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years.. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as:
- Knowing when to come in out of the rain;
- Why the early bird gets the worm;
- Life isn't always fair;
- and maybe it was my fault.
Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge).
His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.
Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children.
It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer sun lotion or an aspirin to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.
Common Sense lost the will to live as the churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims.
Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.
Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.
Common Sense was preceded in death, by his parents, Truth and Trust, by his wife, Discretion, by his daughter, Responsibility, and by his son, Reason.
He is survived by his 4 stepbrothers;
I Know My Rights
I Want It Now
Someone Else Is To Blame
I'm A Victim
Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing.
Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years.. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as:
- Knowing when to come in out of the rain;
- Why the early bird gets the worm;
- Life isn't always fair;
- and maybe it was my fault.
Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge).
His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.
Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children.
It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer sun lotion or an aspirin to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.
Common Sense lost the will to live as the churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims.
Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.
Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.
Common Sense was preceded in death, by his parents, Truth and Trust, by his wife, Discretion, by his daughter, Responsibility, and by his son, Reason.
He is survived by his 4 stepbrothers;
I Know My Rights
I Want It Now
Someone Else Is To Blame
I'm A Victim
Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing.
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Velveteen & Unicorn
I know two boys that mean the world to me
Both are tall and through my guises can see
Still are able to ignore my advances
But have with me attended a few dances
We've been through it all from deaths to homework
Calling each other names from sweetie to being a dork
I miss them both and they certainly know it
Without their pranks and jokes I feel like shit
I miss their faces their voices and their touch
Only hugs please! Thank you very much!
We've had classes together and bus rides too
Usually never running out of things to do
My Velveteen I met long ago in sixth grade
And slowly over time a friendship was made
As we grew older we started to talk more
The classes we had together totaled four
We went out only on one single date
But right now he's living in another state
My Unicorn is an odd one and all know that
Always one to be on top getting on there stat
Living in the now and he wants to be a nurse
Probably considering knowing me now a curse
If your hear him sing you'll know why he's great
Gorgeous voice handsome face nothing else to debate
Velveteen's name came about in a funny way
Try asking boys about fairy tales and see what they say
I told him to read the story of The Velveteen Rabbitt
It stemmed from my comment of a silly Dabbitt
He has a bunny in his hat for his magic act
Hes a good friend to have and thats a matter of fact
Unicorn wants to become a nurse although he is male
But because of his smarts I know he won't fail
Unicorns are rare and his personality is too
He sets his mind anything he wants to do
I believe in him and I think he knows
His caring self through his tough manerism certainly shows
These are my boys I miss them dearly
I have loved them almost fearlessly
Neither I have ever upon wished any harm
And both have thier own certain type of charm
Both are absent in my life that is crazy
Because of them I will never again be lazy
Both are tall and through my guises can see
Still are able to ignore my advances
But have with me attended a few dances
We've been through it all from deaths to homework
Calling each other names from sweetie to being a dork
I miss them both and they certainly know it
Without their pranks and jokes I feel like shit
I miss their faces their voices and their touch
Only hugs please! Thank you very much!
We've had classes together and bus rides too
Usually never running out of things to do
My Velveteen I met long ago in sixth grade
And slowly over time a friendship was made
As we grew older we started to talk more
The classes we had together totaled four
We went out only on one single date
But right now he's living in another state
My Unicorn is an odd one and all know that
Always one to be on top getting on there stat
Living in the now and he wants to be a nurse
Probably considering knowing me now a curse
If your hear him sing you'll know why he's great
Gorgeous voice handsome face nothing else to debate
Velveteen's name came about in a funny way
Try asking boys about fairy tales and see what they say
I told him to read the story of The Velveteen Rabbitt
It stemmed from my comment of a silly Dabbitt
He has a bunny in his hat for his magic act
Hes a good friend to have and thats a matter of fact
Unicorn wants to become a nurse although he is male
But because of his smarts I know he won't fail
Unicorns are rare and his personality is too
He sets his mind anything he wants to do
I believe in him and I think he knows
His caring self through his tough manerism certainly shows
These are my boys I miss them dearly
I have loved them almost fearlessly
Neither I have ever upon wished any harm
And both have thier own certain type of charm
Both are absent in my life that is crazy
Because of them I will never again be lazy
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
1 am meanderings
I noticed tonight
Before I turned off the light
The reflection of the rubber ducks
That sat within my dorm window
A few had on costumes
Another was riding bare
All were of different colors
All smiled without a care
Their siblings at home were tucked away
Hiding up in the attic
They belonged up there with the Christmas things
Collecting dust in a basket
When I'm home eventually I'll take them down
For every duck should be able to see the light
Every duck should share in the Christmas spirit
He gave me those special ducks
Oh I'm sure to not find another
But on recollection....
One found a bear
This one replaced it
Another found me a duck
This one replaced it by six
But still another found me a Hippo
And this one has been beat fair and square
Oh giving presents that match really isn't fair!
Before I turned off the light
The reflection of the rubber ducks
That sat within my dorm window
A few had on costumes
Another was riding bare
All were of different colors
All smiled without a care
Their siblings at home were tucked away
Hiding up in the attic
They belonged up there with the Christmas things
Collecting dust in a basket
When I'm home eventually I'll take them down
For every duck should be able to see the light
Every duck should share in the Christmas spirit
He gave me those special ducks
Oh I'm sure to not find another
But on recollection....
One found a bear
This one replaced it
Another found me a duck
This one replaced it by six
But still another found me a Hippo
And this one has been beat fair and square
Oh giving presents that match really isn't fair!
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Monday, December 6, 2010
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Friday, December 3, 2010
Madeline the Princess Angel
Part one....
Its upsetting to hear your family talk about you, when you know you standing there besides them. It makes me cry when they hold parties, but they want all the money to go to me. I can see her standing there, crying, asking for money to help me. But I know that there is no time left. The doctors have done all they can, Mom has done all she can, my baby brother doesnt know what is going on. But I do. There is no more time, its time to go.
December has Christmas in it, a favorite holiday of most, but this year I hope to make it through. I dont want mom and dad to think of me every time they hear Christmas music, just when they hang up the stockings. I'm still in the house, I still remember what its like. I can see my little brother growing up, but only see my face on top of the pillows. It ws scary, I was frightened, but after I didn't feel afraid for myself anymore, just a little sad that I had to leave everyone behind.
I remember visiting cousins, and cousins that were visiting. After I never did see any of them again, but that is okay, I know they have pictures of me on thier walls, in wallets and in thier minds. I know I still live on in memories and in dreams. I know I'm still alive down there somewhere.
I remember how nice it was to walk amoung people I loved, to brush my hair and everyone called me Princess. I loved being a Princess, Princess Madeline. It made me feel special, like I was a real fairy tale Princess. A relative of mine made me a princess dolly, I have her with me, she keeps me safe, still.
It's funny to not be afraid, but thats how I am, now. I'm no longer afriad. My hair began to grow back after I left the hospital, a little bit each day.
But I do miss my family, decorating the tree and all. I miss drawing pictures with my brother, being a Princess for my family. I miss life down there, and I know they miss me too.
December is when I left, December is Christmas, December is cold, snowy and full of holiday spirit. I hope that everyone is full of holiday Christmas spirit when they think of me, after all, I got my Christmas wish. I get to see my family everyday, but a little more free from pain every year.
I'm still little, but every year I get bigger, someday maybe I'll go back down again. I'm a Princess Angel Madeline. And I'm bringing you Christmas spirit this year.
Please think of me this Christmas, and remind yourselves how lucky you are. After all, not everyone knows a Princess Fairy. Just the lucky ones.
In memory of Madeline, my Princess Angel.
Its upsetting to hear your family talk about you, when you know you standing there besides them. It makes me cry when they hold parties, but they want all the money to go to me. I can see her standing there, crying, asking for money to help me. But I know that there is no time left. The doctors have done all they can, Mom has done all she can, my baby brother doesnt know what is going on. But I do. There is no more time, its time to go.
December has Christmas in it, a favorite holiday of most, but this year I hope to make it through. I dont want mom and dad to think of me every time they hear Christmas music, just when they hang up the stockings. I'm still in the house, I still remember what its like. I can see my little brother growing up, but only see my face on top of the pillows. It ws scary, I was frightened, but after I didn't feel afraid for myself anymore, just a little sad that I had to leave everyone behind.
I remember visiting cousins, and cousins that were visiting. After I never did see any of them again, but that is okay, I know they have pictures of me on thier walls, in wallets and in thier minds. I know I still live on in memories and in dreams. I know I'm still alive down there somewhere.
I remember how nice it was to walk amoung people I loved, to brush my hair and everyone called me Princess. I loved being a Princess, Princess Madeline. It made me feel special, like I was a real fairy tale Princess. A relative of mine made me a princess dolly, I have her with me, she keeps me safe, still.
It's funny to not be afraid, but thats how I am, now. I'm no longer afriad. My hair began to grow back after I left the hospital, a little bit each day.
But I do miss my family, decorating the tree and all. I miss drawing pictures with my brother, being a Princess for my family. I miss life down there, and I know they miss me too.
December is when I left, December is Christmas, December is cold, snowy and full of holiday spirit. I hope that everyone is full of holiday Christmas spirit when they think of me, after all, I got my Christmas wish. I get to see my family everyday, but a little more free from pain every year.
I'm still little, but every year I get bigger, someday maybe I'll go back down again. I'm a Princess Angel Madeline. And I'm bringing you Christmas spirit this year.
Please think of me this Christmas, and remind yourselves how lucky you are. After all, not everyone knows a Princess Fairy. Just the lucky ones.
In memory of Madeline, my Princess Angel.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Stopping By the Woods on a Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
-Robert Frost
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
-Robert Frost
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
25 Day Countdown
Day 7: Its little and is decorated with ... RUBBER DUCKIES!!!! =D
Day 6: All I want For Christmas is a Hippopotamous :)
Day 5: Favorite Christmas movie... hmmm... Homemade movies?
Day 4: I answered that earlier... BLITZEN!!!
Day 3: OF COURSE! What a silly Question...
Day 2: A new hanger for my jewelry... the earrings keep getting tangled....
Day 1: No sorry, Everyday is because everyday is a holiday everywhere ^_^
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Chuck
We've agreed to do it, tonight at sundown. It's Friday the 13th, and its setting my teeth on edge. But I love Charlie, and I trust him. If he says tonight is the night, then tonight we are going to do it. We lost Rachel and Courtney, Courtney's Dad, and Justin. Even though they are lost doesn't mean they can't be found. They will be found. We will find them. There's nothing thats going to stop us. Is there?
Chuck and I set a date, to get married that is. The day he leaves is the day we are going to Washington DC and getting married down there. Why shouldn't we get married? I broke up with Greg, it was fake, and he knew it. When I told him there was no emotion, no flash that he cared, no obvious sign that he cared. We both knew that it was a sham, it was fake.
Greg only filled the void while Chuck was gone over in Europe. We can still remain friends, but I'm afraid Greg is going to risk his life to save Courtney, we might lose him too. We need more help, but we don't have time to find more help.
We're coming in there hell, and we're not coming back out until we find what we are looking for and return it to its rightful place. I'm talking about the people we love, they are not staying in hell without a fight.
Chuck and I set a date, to get married that is. The day he leaves is the day we are going to Washington DC and getting married down there. Why shouldn't we get married? I broke up with Greg, it was fake, and he knew it. When I told him there was no emotion, no flash that he cared, no obvious sign that he cared. We both knew that it was a sham, it was fake.
Greg only filled the void while Chuck was gone over in Europe. We can still remain friends, but I'm afraid Greg is going to risk his life to save Courtney, we might lose him too. We need more help, but we don't have time to find more help.
We're coming in there hell, and we're not coming back out until we find what we are looking for and return it to its rightful place. I'm talking about the people we love, they are not staying in hell without a fight.
Follow in his Footsteps
I had to meet him
After school
To work on homework
And to discuss my grade.
Slowly I packed up my books
Rewrote down my homework
Fixed my jacked one last time
Stalled for time.
I could hear his polished shoes
Click down the empty hallway
He knew where my locker was
As if he could zone down on my fear.
He gestured with his manicured finger
Beckoning me to follow his steps
My sneakers squeeked his shoes clicked
And we walked down the hallway together.
I tried to start a conversation
Stuttering about the rainy weather
He shrugged his shoulders as if he didn't care
Although I knew he disliked wet grass.
Finally we arrived at his office
Surprisingly decorated with familiar childish drawings
He shut the door and I sat down
And finally he asked "So, why are you failing?"
I mumbled a response as he removed his jacket
Hanging it up on the wall
He said "Liz your mother and I know it is hard
But as your father I believe you can do better."
After school
To work on homework
And to discuss my grade.
Slowly I packed up my books
Rewrote down my homework
Fixed my jacked one last time
Stalled for time.
I could hear his polished shoes
Click down the empty hallway
He knew where my locker was
As if he could zone down on my fear.
He gestured with his manicured finger
Beckoning me to follow his steps
My sneakers squeeked his shoes clicked
And we walked down the hallway together.
I tried to start a conversation
Stuttering about the rainy weather
He shrugged his shoulders as if he didn't care
Although I knew he disliked wet grass.
Finally we arrived at his office
Surprisingly decorated with familiar childish drawings
He shut the door and I sat down
And finally he asked "So, why are you failing?"
I mumbled a response as he removed his jacket
Hanging it up on the wall
He said "Liz your mother and I know it is hard
But as your father I believe you can do better."
Monday, November 29, 2010
Uh Oh... Christmas Gifts!
Do you have a few people that need Christmas gifts but you don't have the money to buy them gifts that come from the heart?
NEVER FEAR THE BLOG IS HERE!!!
I'm kidding, I've just wanted to say that since I started the blog. Hehe.
Any whose...
*koff koff*
Do you have any gifts that are hanging out in your closet from bygone days and past holidays? Simply REGIFT. But make sure that you're not giving the same gift to that someone that gave it to you. That would be kinda bad. I was cleaning this weekend and I found six bouncy balls, five unfinished gimp projects and four boxes of different sizes filled with Christmas Tree Goodies. Yea, its time to regift those things. Oh and a Tinkerbell ping pong set. Uhhh regift? For the baby cousin? Yes, I think so too. I don't even like the new Tinkerbell, she looks undisney like, and fake. And she has a voice! The original Tinkerbell didn't have a form and hardly talked!
Okay rant is over, but serioulsy, isn't regifting the cheaper way to go? We spend enough on taxes and food and appliances and bills and school and other means, shouldn't we look into something that'll stop burning a hole in our pockets? (Seeing that we actually still have pockets since businesses keep reaching in there to take a little bit more out every day!)
Happy Re-Shopping!
NEVER FEAR THE BLOG IS HERE!!!
I'm kidding, I've just wanted to say that since I started the blog. Hehe.
Any whose...
*koff koff*
Do you have any gifts that are hanging out in your closet from bygone days and past holidays? Simply REGIFT. But make sure that you're not giving the same gift to that someone that gave it to you. That would be kinda bad. I was cleaning this weekend and I found six bouncy balls, five unfinished gimp projects and four boxes of different sizes filled with Christmas Tree Goodies. Yea, its time to regift those things. Oh and a Tinkerbell ping pong set. Uhhh regift? For the baby cousin? Yes, I think so too. I don't even like the new Tinkerbell, she looks undisney like, and fake. And she has a voice! The original Tinkerbell didn't have a form and hardly talked!
Okay rant is over, but serioulsy, isn't regifting the cheaper way to go? We spend enough on taxes and food and appliances and bills and school and other means, shouldn't we look into something that'll stop burning a hole in our pockets? (Seeing that we actually still have pockets since businesses keep reaching in there to take a little bit more out every day!)
Happy Re-Shopping!
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Summer Rerun: 10 things
If anyone knows me, they know that I'm not the cleanest prson in the world. My room is a wreck, my desk I can't see and well... I suspect the mice like my room.
But enough about me, how about my room?
Lately, everyday that I'm home I throw out TEN items that I
a. no longer remember the significance to,
b. is obvioiusly trash or
c. tell me again why I should keep it because I'm never going to use it again.
Awesome right?
Well, its working for me. I dared my roommate back at school to do it too, but for her I asked her to throw out FIVE things. Not a bad start right? I didn't think so.
Today I threw out old recipts (after shredding throughly), old ads, a few pieces of gimp jewelry and junk that I'll never wear again and no one else will and a few oher things that I can't even remember. And that's GOOD people!
In middle school I used to try to throw out 100 things before I went to bed. Usually I'd be yelled at before I even got anywhere near 40 but this time its achievable. After 10 things a day for Thanksgiving break, I can move on to 20 things or maybe even 25 things during Christmas break.
You always have to start with baby steps in any big project that you consider finishing in the long run.
So 10 Things CHUCK tomorrow, deal?
But enough about me, how about my room?
Lately, everyday that I'm home I throw out TEN items that I
a. no longer remember the significance to,
b. is obvioiusly trash or
c. tell me again why I should keep it because I'm never going to use it again.
Awesome right?
Well, its working for me. I dared my roommate back at school to do it too, but for her I asked her to throw out FIVE things. Not a bad start right? I didn't think so.
Today I threw out old recipts (after shredding throughly), old ads, a few pieces of gimp jewelry and junk that I'll never wear again and no one else will and a few oher things that I can't even remember. And that's GOOD people!
In middle school I used to try to throw out 100 things before I went to bed. Usually I'd be yelled at before I even got anywhere near 40 but this time its achievable. After 10 things a day for Thanksgiving break, I can move on to 20 things or maybe even 25 things during Christmas break.
You always have to start with baby steps in any big project that you consider finishing in the long run.
So 10 Things CHUCK tomorrow, deal?
Creeping Feeling
It crept back in
While I was stocking the shelves
A shadow of my formal self
And the shadow of a companion near the door
The first one made my shadow boil red
Scary it became towering over
He stood strong and defiant
As if he could beat me
I know now that he couldn’t
But how could I let my anger
Get the best of me?
The second apparation appeared
Not much longer after the first
A cold feeling set in
Just enough for my back to shiver
I turned around with a stock item
In my steady hand
There I was … only again
Hovering just above the floor
With another hovering figure near me
My figure glowed blue unlike before
Blue as in happy
Blue as in cool
Blue as in perfect
But what else could blue be?
I think blue could be sad
Sad as in he is not the one
Red as in he is not the other one
What apparation should I listen to
If I’m only ever sad
Or ever seeing red
Oh who could help me for I’m only human
Is it the boy who made me mad?
Or the boy who turned me blue?
While I was stocking the shelves
A shadow of my formal self
And the shadow of a companion near the door
The first one made my shadow boil red
Scary it became towering over
He stood strong and defiant
As if he could beat me
I know now that he couldn’t
But how could I let my anger
Get the best of me?
The second apparation appeared
Not much longer after the first
A cold feeling set in
Just enough for my back to shiver
I turned around with a stock item
In my steady hand
There I was … only again
Hovering just above the floor
With another hovering figure near me
My figure glowed blue unlike before
Blue as in happy
Blue as in cool
Blue as in perfect
But what else could blue be?
I think blue could be sad
Sad as in he is not the one
Red as in he is not the other one
What apparation should I listen to
If I’m only ever sad
Or ever seeing red
Oh who could help me for I’m only human
Is it the boy who made me mad?
Or the boy who turned me blue?
Friday, November 26, 2010
Home
Its funny how I thought I’d never miss
My fathers kiss
When he said goodbye
His scratchy beard
Odd tall hug
Always a laugh in voice
When he saw me walk away
Its funny how I thought I’d never miss
My mothers typing
When she was often bored
And often alone
Because we all were away
And there was nothing left to do
Its funny how I thought I’d never miss
My brothers whistling
Day in and day out
Always the same tune
Either here or there or everywhere
Not to be annoying
Just for the fun of it
To prove that hes always happy
Its funny how I thought I’d never miss
The cold in my room
I find more blankets
And latch the window
But the cold still creeps in
I smell the fires and the smoke
Anywhere I go
And it makes me think of
Home
My fathers kiss
When he said goodbye
His scratchy beard
Odd tall hug
Always a laugh in voice
When he saw me walk away
Its funny how I thought I’d never miss
My mothers typing
When she was often bored
And often alone
Because we all were away
And there was nothing left to do
Its funny how I thought I’d never miss
My brothers whistling
Day in and day out
Always the same tune
Either here or there or everywhere
Not to be annoying
Just for the fun of it
To prove that hes always happy
Its funny how I thought I’d never miss
The cold in my room
I find more blankets
And latch the window
But the cold still creeps in
I smell the fires and the smoke
Anywhere I go
And it makes me think of
Home
Spencer
He called me again subtly
Almost pleadingly
Asking me to be with him again
To have my hopes be dashed
Again
Against the wall
To have him again within my sight
Brought tears to what is
Within my locked heart
Where all sensitivity
Is bound
For all eternity
Locked because of broken hearts
Locked because of broken dreams
Locked because of lost sleep
lost years
lost sheep
Locked because of lost .....
The battery is running low
But it can be replaced
By another
But only another can open
Only another can replace
Broken memories
Broken dreams
Broken patterns of life
He wasn't one to last and last
But there surley will be another.
Almost pleadingly
Asking me to be with him again
To have my hopes be dashed
Again
Against the wall
To have him again within my sight
Brought tears to what is
Within my locked heart
Where all sensitivity
Is bound
For all eternity
Locked because of broken hearts
Locked because of broken dreams
Locked because of lost sleep
lost years
lost sheep
Locked because of lost .....
The battery is running low
But it can be replaced
By another
But only another can open
Only another can replace
Broken memories
Broken dreams
Broken patterns of life
He wasn't one to last and last
But there surley will be another.
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Educated
My name is Chealsea.
I had a dog, but I lost it. I had a mommy and a daddy and other people in my family, but I lost them too. I went to school, I lost my homework and my library book too. The librarian is going to be mad at me. But thats okay because I think I'm lost too.
I'm lost with the wrong socks, the missing books, the missing homeworks. I'm lost with the missing buttons and shoes and mittens. I'm lost with puzzle pieces, game pieces and pieces of pie. I'm lost with music, in passages of books and within glances between people. I'm lost in mazes, in maps and within daydreams. I'm lost with appetite, trains of thought and innocence. I'm lost where nothing can be found.
I'm lost but I don't want to be found. There would be no point in being found again if I already know what its like to have a purpose. Where I am I see a collage of moving mismatched pieces its like watching a thought race around the room with no where to go and no where to end. There are piles of items that match but will never match, there is always the slightest difference.
When I came here I had no purpose yet, I was only nine, unlearned, unchanged, innocent and easily forgotton. If I am found I'll become lost again, found and once more lost. I have no label, I have no care, I have no hidden agenda.
St. Anthony is who my mother used to pray aloud to when she was playing hide and seek with me. St. Anthony is not here, there are no angels, no demons, no humans. There are lost souls, and lost minds and lost children. They are easy to recycle back into society. All that is needed is a few alterations in lost memories which I easily provide.
Items such as puzzle pieces and game markers have been worked into my collage of moving breathing life, those I need to keep the balance between lost and found.
When trust, innocence and hope are lost, they become dreams. Pale yellow floating dreams that can infect, torment and destroy the feeble human mind. I can't save the pathetic humans from all of thier lost dreams, but I can try.
I am still compassionate and I can still remember what it was like to be human, and to watch humans grow. I am not cruel nor am I vicious. I left a piece of me in Nodnol, and I left my innocence to Heaven. When my successor comes I will be ready to go to Heaven.
But for now, as I am in the innocent body of a pig-tailed nine year old, I am Found and will reclaim your Lost.
I had a dog, but I lost it. I had a mommy and a daddy and other people in my family, but I lost them too. I went to school, I lost my homework and my library book too. The librarian is going to be mad at me. But thats okay because I think I'm lost too.
I'm lost with the wrong socks, the missing books, the missing homeworks. I'm lost with the missing buttons and shoes and mittens. I'm lost with puzzle pieces, game pieces and pieces of pie. I'm lost with music, in passages of books and within glances between people. I'm lost in mazes, in maps and within daydreams. I'm lost with appetite, trains of thought and innocence. I'm lost where nothing can be found.
I'm lost but I don't want to be found. There would be no point in being found again if I already know what its like to have a purpose. Where I am I see a collage of moving mismatched pieces its like watching a thought race around the room with no where to go and no where to end. There are piles of items that match but will never match, there is always the slightest difference.
When I came here I had no purpose yet, I was only nine, unlearned, unchanged, innocent and easily forgotton. If I am found I'll become lost again, found and once more lost. I have no label, I have no care, I have no hidden agenda.
St. Anthony is who my mother used to pray aloud to when she was playing hide and seek with me. St. Anthony is not here, there are no angels, no demons, no humans. There are lost souls, and lost minds and lost children. They are easy to recycle back into society. All that is needed is a few alterations in lost memories which I easily provide.
Items such as puzzle pieces and game markers have been worked into my collage of moving breathing life, those I need to keep the balance between lost and found.
When trust, innocence and hope are lost, they become dreams. Pale yellow floating dreams that can infect, torment and destroy the feeble human mind. I can't save the pathetic humans from all of thier lost dreams, but I can try.
I am still compassionate and I can still remember what it was like to be human, and to watch humans grow. I am not cruel nor am I vicious. I left a piece of me in Nodnol, and I left my innocence to Heaven. When my successor comes I will be ready to go to Heaven.
But for now, as I am in the innocent body of a pig-tailed nine year old, I am Found and will reclaim your Lost.
Butterflies
Day by day I watch my wife slip away,
like a wilted flower with not a ray of sunshine.
Staring out the window
Counting the days on her rosary
Murmering sweet prayers
To invisible angels.
At night she talks
And voices her fears
But only when she thinks I'm asleep.
Again before dawn I found her
Waiting almost besides the window sill
The sun streaming in through the dusty panes.
I took her pale veined hand
She had aged over the small space of a month
Almost ghost like she followed my lead
Out into the garden.
This is where our pride and joy
Our own childish play had taken place.
Digging in the rich earth
Giving life to crumbling seeds.
But now our garden is brown and desolate
The crickets are no longer rampant
The worms have hibernated
The birds flown the coop.
All that was left today was a tired little butterfly
Too cold to flap her wings
Too afraid to fly away
Too hungry to move.
My lovely wife let go of me
And reached for the dying butterfly.
She turned to me and opened her palm
Where the dying beauty clung.
As if reciting another slow painful prayer
She softly sang in her quiet voice,
"For dust thou art,
And unto dust shalt thou return."
The butterfly died
And the last bit of hope in my wife did too.
like a wilted flower with not a ray of sunshine.
Staring out the window
Counting the days on her rosary
Murmering sweet prayers
To invisible angels.
At night she talks
And voices her fears
But only when she thinks I'm asleep.
Again before dawn I found her
Waiting almost besides the window sill
The sun streaming in through the dusty panes.
I took her pale veined hand
She had aged over the small space of a month
Almost ghost like she followed my lead
Out into the garden.
This is where our pride and joy
Our own childish play had taken place.
Digging in the rich earth
Giving life to crumbling seeds.
But now our garden is brown and desolate
The crickets are no longer rampant
The worms have hibernated
The birds flown the coop.
All that was left today was a tired little butterfly
Too cold to flap her wings
Too afraid to fly away
Too hungry to move.
My lovely wife let go of me
And reached for the dying butterfly.
She turned to me and opened her palm
Where the dying beauty clung.
As if reciting another slow painful prayer
She softly sang in her quiet voice,
"For dust thou art,
And unto dust shalt thou return."
The butterfly died
And the last bit of hope in my wife did too.
Monday, November 22, 2010
Seeing is Believing
A small gesture of unthanks certainly topped off my day
From the overweight brown clothed UPS guy named Ray
I stepped in his path unconciously and would’ve ended up dead
Because of this erractic driver who is by his wifes cooking over fed
That one little movement of the finger really messed me up
So I threw at him what ammo I had… a McDonalds Coke Cup
He didn’t see me and thats probably really good luck
Cause from his position he wouldn’t been able to duck
Of course nearby there was a little girl all dressed in red
But then she dissapeared, and I thought, was is something I said?
I wandered back to my car almost forgetting the alarm
And shut the back hatch, after all I didn’t live in a barn
Her dissaperance puzzled me and it should any body else
I went back home and ate for dinner my favorite: oven melts
But questioned the fact why she wanted to see me
Afterwards I realized that my other sight had returned, I could again ‘See!’
From the overweight brown clothed UPS guy named Ray
I stepped in his path unconciously and would’ve ended up dead
Because of this erractic driver who is by his wifes cooking over fed
That one little movement of the finger really messed me up
So I threw at him what ammo I had… a McDonalds Coke Cup
He didn’t see me and thats probably really good luck
Cause from his position he wouldn’t been able to duck
Of course nearby there was a little girl all dressed in red
But then she dissapeared, and I thought, was is something I said?
I wandered back to my car almost forgetting the alarm
And shut the back hatch, after all I didn’t live in a barn
Her dissaperance puzzled me and it should any body else
I went back home and ate for dinner my favorite: oven melts
But questioned the fact why she wanted to see me
Afterwards I realized that my other sight had returned, I could again ‘See!’
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Being Single
Every day I get a flower
from the Hibiscus on the stair
Finish putting my hair up with a flair
Work Work Work all night
not a single breath of fresh air
Open the door read the mail and the answer machine
Drink a glass of red wine? I think tonight I’ll dare
from the Hibiscus on the stair
After smelling its sweet fragrance
I settle down to breakfast
In my favorite chair
I turn on the tv and watch the teenage soaps
Then the troublesome news
Who said the weather would be fair
I do my chores and call my motherFinish putting my hair up with a flair
I call up my girl frinds we make plans
to have lunch to shop to have fun
And not really have a care
Run home right after around 3 o’clock
second shower this time use nair
Work Work Work all night
not a single breath of fresh air
Hard work paid off big pay check
Get along with customers and staff
The manager begins to stare
We close up I vacuume she cashes out
I say good night and walk out
Get a ride home and pay the cab fare
Drink a glass of red wine? I think tonight I’ll dare
A moment to myself red wine and a trashy novel
And me and my cat oh aren’t we a pair
Thursday, November 18, 2010
This is very scary!
NEW RAPE METHOD - PLEASE READ.......VERY IMPORTANT !!!!
A new way to abduct a female.... very scary!
NEW RAPE SCAM!!!! PLEASE READ!!!!!
Please pass on to all your girlfriends, wives, etc. Just to be on the safe side. Please be aware and pass it on to anyone you think this will help.
Sunday afternoon around 5 PM I headed into the Target in Philadelphia , Pa. where crime is VERY RARE and mostly it is with bikes being stolen!! It was still light outside and I parked fairly close to the entrance. As I got out of my car and began walking towards Target, an older lady shouted to me from the passenger seat of a car about 30 feet away from me.
"Ma'am you must help me, help me please, help me Ma'am!". I looked at her in the eyes and started to walk towards her when all of a sudden I remembered an email my Mom had sent me a week or two ago about rapists and abductions using elderly people to lure women in.
I paused, memorized the license plate and immediately headed into Target to get a manager to come help this lady, just in case something was up. While the woman manager headed out there, I kept a close watch just because I was curious what was wrong with the lady an wanted to be sure nothing happened.
As the Target lady walked up towards the car and got very close to the old woman in order to help her, the back door of the car flies open and a large man with a stocking cap on, jumps out and sticks a gun to the lady's stomach as he shoves her into the back of the car.
I yelled out "call 911" several times and just as I was saying that, a policeman who happened to be on the other side of the parking lot! And who, luckily had seen the entire thing happen, raced over to the car.
He was able to stop the car and arrest the male as well as the old lady, who was involved in the scheme..
By God's grace everyone was all right, including myself, although I think we were both shaken up.
Like many of you, I would not in a million years have left an elderly person who was yelling for help if it weren't for the e-mail I had read last week.
So,
I wanted to pass this along so you all can be aware and remember that you really can't trust anyone these days. You just never know when something like this could happen. I would have never dreamed it to happen to me especially on a Sunday afternoon at a Target in a safe area!
It definitely was not a coincidence that my Mom sent that email just a few days before this all happened. Please,be careful and always be aware of your surroundings.
Just because you individually don't go over to help someone doesn't mean you have to leave them in trouble, but don't go ALONE, you really don't know what might be going on.
This is true and they also use childre n to lure the victim !!
Please pass on to all your girlfriends, wives, etc. Just to be on the safe side.
Please be aware and pass it on to anyone you think this will help.
A new way to abduct a female.... very scary!
NEW RAPE SCAM!!!! PLEASE READ!!!!!
Please pass on to all your girlfriends, wives, etc. Just to be on the safe side. Please be aware and pass it on to anyone you think this will help.
Sunday afternoon around 5 PM I headed into the Target in Philadelphia , Pa. where crime is VERY RARE and mostly it is with bikes being stolen!! It was still light outside and I parked fairly close to the entrance. As I got out of my car and began walking towards Target, an older lady shouted to me from the passenger seat of a car about 30 feet away from me.
"Ma'am you must help me, help me please, help me Ma'am!". I looked at her in the eyes and started to walk towards her when all of a sudden I remembered an email my Mom had sent me a week or two ago about rapists and abductions using elderly people to lure women in.
I paused, memorized the license plate and immediately headed into Target to get a manager to come help this lady, just in case something was up. While the woman manager headed out there, I kept a close watch just because I was curious what was wrong with the lady an wanted to be sure nothing happened.
As the Target lady walked up towards the car and got very close to the old woman in order to help her, the back door of the car flies open and a large man with a stocking cap on, jumps out and sticks a gun to the lady's stomach as he shoves her into the back of the car.
I yelled out "call 911" several times and just as I was saying that, a policeman who happened to be on the other side of the parking lot! And who, luckily had seen the entire thing happen, raced over to the car.
He was able to stop the car and arrest the male as well as the old lady, who was involved in the scheme..
By God's grace everyone was all right, including myself, although I think we were both shaken up.
Like many of you, I would not in a million years have left an elderly person who was yelling for help if it weren't for the e-mail I had read last week.
So,
I wanted to pass this along so you all can be aware and remember that you really can't trust anyone these days. You just never know when something like this could happen. I would have never dreamed it to happen to me especially on a Sunday afternoon at a Target in a safe area!
It definitely was not a coincidence that my Mom sent that email just a few days before this all happened. Please,be careful and always be aware of your surroundings.
Just because you individually don't go over to help someone doesn't mean you have to leave them in trouble, but don't go ALONE, you really don't know what might be going on.
This is true and they also use childre n to lure the victim !!
Please pass on to all your girlfriends, wives, etc. Just to be on the safe side.
Please be aware and pass it on to anyone you think this will help.
One Voice - Billy Gilman
Some kids have and some don't
And some of us are wondering why
Mom won't watch the news at night
There's too much stuff that's making her cry
We need some help
Down here on earth
A thousand prayers, a million words
But one voice was heard
A house, a yard, a neighborhood
Where you can ride your new bike to school
A kind of world where Mom and dad
Still believe in the golden rule
Life's not that simple
Down here on earth
A thousand prayers, a million words
But one voice was heard
One voice, one simple word
Hearts know what to say
One dream can change the world
Keep believing
Till you find a way
Yesterday while walking home
I saw some kid on newberry road
He pulled a pistol from his bag
And tossed it in the river below
Thanks for the help
Down here on earth
A thousand prayers, a million words
But one voice was heard
One voice was heard
One voice was heard
And some of us are wondering why
Mom won't watch the news at night
There's too much stuff that's making her cry
We need some help
Down here on earth
A thousand prayers, a million words
But one voice was heard
A house, a yard, a neighborhood
Where you can ride your new bike to school
A kind of world where Mom and dad
Still believe in the golden rule
Life's not that simple
Down here on earth
A thousand prayers, a million words
But one voice was heard
One voice, one simple word
Hearts know what to say
One dream can change the world
Keep believing
Till you find a way
Yesterday while walking home
I saw some kid on newberry road
He pulled a pistol from his bag
And tossed it in the river below
Thanks for the help
Down here on earth
A thousand prayers, a million words
But one voice was heard
One voice was heard
One voice was heard
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
I like...
I like roses I like daisies I like all with a petal
Get the hint I don't like anything metal
I like candy I like fruit and I like hamburgers too
Get the hint, Boots does not qualify as a shoe
I like to write I like to sing I like to giggle & laugh
Get the hint, it wont work if we dine at a 24 hour cafe
I like colors I like light I like the sunshine
Get the hint, if it has my name on it, its definetly mine
I like fast cars, I like to roller skate, I like to have fun
Get the hint, our relationship is far from done
Get the hint I don't like anything metal
I like candy I like fruit and I like hamburgers too
Get the hint, Boots does not qualify as a shoe
I like to write I like to sing I like to giggle & laugh
Get the hint, it wont work if we dine at a 24 hour cafe
I like colors I like light I like the sunshine
Get the hint, if it has my name on it, its definetly mine
I like fast cars, I like to roller skate, I like to have fun
Get the hint, our relationship is far from done
Monday, November 15, 2010
Of the Night
You tell me I'm quiet I'm shy I'm easy and friendly
Yet you tell me to leave almost delightedly
You tell me its a turn off a downer a sin
Yet you tell me there is a deeper sense within
You tell me all your lies and deep loathings
Yet you tell me its someone else that you're doting
Its too bad how I listen to you
All you have is an act that I can see through
You tell me I'm all these wonderful things
And yet somehow I wish that I had wings
To fly away from your cursed mouth
And just go somewhere away perhaps south
I think you're hopeless and idiot and rude
I know that I'm a romantic prude
Its what you dont say to my face that hurts the most
Its as if I have to endure punishment at the whipping post
I'm done with you and thats a fact
My thoughts are not mellow actually they are quite exact
At first you were polite bringing flowers and wine
Even then you didn't resemble what you are... swine!
You are a weed in my garden of roses
I cannot sit here, because of you it all decomposes
You are foul and bile and I certainly no longer approve
Therefore from please yourself from my doorstep, remove
Yet you tell me to leave almost delightedly
You tell me its a turn off a downer a sin
Yet you tell me there is a deeper sense within
You tell me all your lies and deep loathings
Yet you tell me its someone else that you're doting
Its too bad how I listen to you
All you have is an act that I can see through
You tell me I'm all these wonderful things
And yet somehow I wish that I had wings
To fly away from your cursed mouth
And just go somewhere away perhaps south
I think you're hopeless and idiot and rude
I know that I'm a romantic prude
Its what you dont say to my face that hurts the most
Its as if I have to endure punishment at the whipping post
I'm done with you and thats a fact
My thoughts are not mellow actually they are quite exact
At first you were polite bringing flowers and wine
Even then you didn't resemble what you are... swine!
You are a weed in my garden of roses
I cannot sit here, because of you it all decomposes
You are foul and bile and I certainly no longer approve
Therefore from please yourself from my doorstep, remove
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Strawberry - banana
IF YOU DON'T REPOST THIS YOU WILL BE SINGLE UNTIL YOU'RE 180(and by then you would be as dead as a door nail,buried and full of maggots so i would repost this!!).
NO JOKE. PUT One of these as the subject:
A-P-P-L-E-- (If you are taken.)
B-L-U-E-B-E-R-R-Y--(If you adore someone.)
B-A-N-A-N-A-- (If you are confused.)
C-H-E-R-R-Y--(If you like someone but not sure how they feel about you.)
G-R-A-P-E-- (If your single.)
L-E-M-O-N-- (If you have given up.)
P-E-A-C-H-- (If there's no point in liking the person you like.)
P-I-N-E-A-P-P-L-E-- (If your just taking life as it comes.)
S-T-R-A-W-B-E-R-R-Y--(If you like someone and they like you but you're not going out.)
SOMETHING GOOD WILL HAPPEN TO YOU TONIGHT AT 11:30pm!!!!!?
Send:
less then 5 people= bad luck until you are 180
6-10= you will have bad luck until your 50
11-15= you will get hugged by your crush
16-20= you will get kissed by crush
20 and more= your crush will ask you out
NO JOKE. PUT One of these as the subject:
A-P-P-L-E-- (If you are taken.)
B-L-U-E-B-E-R-R-Y--(If you adore someone.)
B-A-N-A-N-A-- (If you are confused.)
C-H-E-R-R-Y--(If you like someone but not sure how they feel about you.)
G-R-A-P-E-- (If your single.)
L-E-M-O-N-- (If you have given up.)
P-E-A-C-H-- (If there's no point in liking the person you like.)
P-I-N-E-A-P-P-L-E-- (If your just taking life as it comes.)
S-T-R-A-W-B-E-R-R-Y--(If you like someone and they like you but you're not going out.)
SOMETHING GOOD WILL HAPPEN TO YOU TONIGHT AT 11:30pm!!!!!?
Send:
less then 5 people= bad luck until you are 180
6-10= you will have bad luck until your 50
11-15= you will get hugged by your crush
16-20= you will get kissed by crush
20 and more= your crush will ask you out
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Before
One past February when the baby shower finished on time
The presents unwrapped the games the bell began to chime
All mothers knew it the call would come soon
At that time the unknown father would be over the moon
Or so we hoped, we really weren't sure
But calling the infant a boy might be the right lure
The games were finished and we left in a hurry
As for the grandma to be she was in a fury
The father never did again show his face
Although personally I would have covered it in mace
The following May we all heard the great news
And all gathered later at Aunt Sues
For the baby had been born late the previous night
And we managed a day with out a fight
Grandparents were proud Great's were as well
The Great great grandma we told but if she knew we couldn't tell
It was a happy day and all know that
But soon after the attitudes fell flat
We tried to help teaching the little one a family name
But we knew her mother deep down knew only shame
She may never understand the relationship I have with her
But its still cute when we ask about the kitty and she starts to purr
Off and on she'll get a name right
And when she wears her dresses she is a sight
One of these days she'll find the right Dad
But for now I find the situation a little sad
Friday, November 12, 2010
My Cousins Last Embrace
Family holidays - everyone cheerful happy sane
The bygone days when Ayla was carried by Grandma Jane
Time to go, say goodbye, collect the children
Ellen watching Emily practice her cello in the den
Quick kisses redressing of winter coats
Uncle Dan inquiring my father about his new boat
Toys were being collected food being wrapped
Directions to the new house being mapped
The remaining food put in Mom's basket and into the trunk
The more awake younger generation in the yard practicing 'slam dunks'
Saying goodbye leaves internal wishes of asking to stay
We could stay, its seems, for just another day
But we are one of the few who can make the homeward trip
Aunt Sue says to her sister in law 'You forgot the dip!'
My family begins to leave, holding the food and shoe horns
A sigh goes through the house for one who is too frail to come, we mourn
With out her the children grow older, hair thins and goes grayer
A wedding and a new child become even more rarer
My cousin stand quiet in the hallway
He's the last I have to say goodbye to today
Since we are cousins there is no reason to lie
And still awkwardly we say goodbye
Years later we have grown, gone to college, to work, we are still living
But that hug was the last I received from him, that past Thanksgiving
My Prince
There is no where that I am to be found
So alone I go and fly around
In my dreams I dance with him
The music is low the lights are dim
I awaken early before the dawn
To watch the dewdops in the lawn
I wait inside my window like a faithful princess
Mending day by day my wedding dress
Through the mirror I watch the world go by
The knight travels by my way, his horse shies
From the beast that gaurds the door
It gives out a warning roar
The sign above the palace gate
Reads how it is a Prince's fate
To break my mirror and set me fee
But be warned for I cannot see
And I am mute nor can I hear
There is nothing that I fear
Once I know where life takes me
Then I will finally see
The Prince he heard my silent plea
And to the beast he asked where is she?
For I will save her from her tedious tasks
Do you know her? The beast asks
Do you know what she has heard?
Like the sounds of the ocean, and the common black bird?
Or what she has seen with her own eyes?
Beauty, Ugliness and everyones Lies?
Have you heard what she has said?
Have you heard what she has said to bring back the dead?
No, the Prince replied
I only paused because my horse shied
If she needs me to take her away from here
And she says she has nothing to fear
Why can she not love who she is to be
And then I will bow down on one knee
When she knows who she is
And remove herself from her own abyss
Then I will return to take her away
We will travel for a year and day
To see the world and everywhere in between
And when we are through she will be my Queen.
I heard him below talking to the beast
I did not want to go with the Prince, not in the least
I pretended to be dumb and blind
When he came upstairs that is what he did find
I found my way on my own to leave the window
And realized I was my own foe.
To keep myself trapped inside and not be free
To absorb life and its beauty is really the key.
So alone I go and fly around
In my dreams I dance with him
The music is low the lights are dim
I awaken early before the dawn
To watch the dewdops in the lawn
I wait inside my window like a faithful princess
Mending day by day my wedding dress
Through the mirror I watch the world go by
The knight travels by my way, his horse shies
From the beast that gaurds the door
It gives out a warning roar
The sign above the palace gate
Reads how it is a Prince's fate
To break my mirror and set me fee
But be warned for I cannot see
And I am mute nor can I hear
There is nothing that I fear
Once I know where life takes me
Then I will finally see
The Prince he heard my silent plea
And to the beast he asked where is she?
For I will save her from her tedious tasks
Do you know her? The beast asks
Do you know what she has heard?
Like the sounds of the ocean, and the common black bird?
Or what she has seen with her own eyes?
Beauty, Ugliness and everyones Lies?
Have you heard what she has said?
Have you heard what she has said to bring back the dead?
No, the Prince replied
I only paused because my horse shied
If she needs me to take her away from here
And she says she has nothing to fear
Why can she not love who she is to be
And then I will bow down on one knee
When she knows who she is
And remove herself from her own abyss
Then I will return to take her away
We will travel for a year and day
To see the world and everywhere in between
And when we are through she will be my Queen.
I heard him below talking to the beast
I did not want to go with the Prince, not in the least
I pretended to be dumb and blind
When he came upstairs that is what he did find
I found my way on my own to leave the window
And realized I was my own foe.
To keep myself trapped inside and not be free
To absorb life and its beauty is really the key.
Performance
Thought of you today
And I almost did cry
I did manage to say
But out it came as a lie
She may never remember who you are
And he may never recover
But I know you are never far
In my heart I know you are with your lover
One of these days I’ll know what to do
But for now I’ll say I miss you
On stage you’ll hear them give me my cue
And I’ll dedicate this performance to you.
And I almost did cry
I did manage to say
But out it came as a lie
I know your up there
Watching over me
It truly isn’t fair
Of what you really can’t see
I see my family moving on
Without me so it appears
Almost like a breaking dawn
Only you know my fears
I’m still to young to catch the lie
But even so I know just enough
Please tonight continue to fly
Down here on Earth, life is rough
She may never remember who you are
And he may never recover
But I know you are never far
In my heart I know you are with your lover
Over the years you’ve seen so much
From sons to great great grandchildren
And seen so many students as such
And seen your greats’ grow into young men
I still cry when I think of you
I’m sure the family does too
This much I know is true
There really isn’t much to do
There never can be a good bye
For I never did have the chance
I keep telling myself its a lie
Then I get up to dance
One of these days I’ll know what to do
But for now I’ll say I miss you
On stage you’ll hear them give me my cue
And I’ll dedicate this performance to you.
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Dreams
My baby is in Heaven, I can just tell. My nightmares ended. Now I can see her, standing in a white light, laughing the way she used to. No longer scared, or withered away. She is happy, and carefree when I see her. This was the other night, I wanted to go to her, hug her, tell her I loved her, say at least goodbye, but I couldn't. I was rooted to where I stood, standing still, in a field of grass, and she was on the other side of the hill, standing in the bright light, that streamed from the sky. Blue sckies, green grass and hills that rolled on to the distance. She told me once, as we were driving back from a trip to New York that this was where she would find heaven, a little nook like this way out in the country side. I believe that my baby found her little nook out there in heaven, where the green grass roles, the birds sing and all worries are gone. I know whe has found her Heaven.
Last night was a similar dream, but it was Charlie, Charlie appeared in my dreams, he hasn't in such a long time. Since he left us three years ago. I don't think I've dreamed about him in at least two years. He was in a woods, with a stream that ran through it. He was lounging in a hammock, strung up in two trees with his hat set askew to ward off the bugs. We have a picture of him from the same trip in New York just like it. But instead of the picture being two dimensional, this was real, this is where he was truly happy. All he needed was a few supplies to fish with, a mid afternoon snack and a lovely afternoon that he could waste away doing what he loved. I wanted to say hello to Charlie, but again I was stuck, I couldn't move towards him, I couldn't move away from him, I could only see him. I called his name and he turned toward me, with that goofy grin he always had on, but he looked through me. Like he couldn't see me.
Maybe some day we'll be together again, Me, Charlie and my little baby. But for now all I have is pictures and memories, both of which will fade away as dreams do. I don't want to wake up, but one day I must and face the reality.
I don't have much time left in the mortal world, but when my time is up I want to join them in Heaven.
Last night was a similar dream, but it was Charlie, Charlie appeared in my dreams, he hasn't in such a long time. Since he left us three years ago. I don't think I've dreamed about him in at least two years. He was in a woods, with a stream that ran through it. He was lounging in a hammock, strung up in two trees with his hat set askew to ward off the bugs. We have a picture of him from the same trip in New York just like it. But instead of the picture being two dimensional, this was real, this is where he was truly happy. All he needed was a few supplies to fish with, a mid afternoon snack and a lovely afternoon that he could waste away doing what he loved. I wanted to say hello to Charlie, but again I was stuck, I couldn't move towards him, I couldn't move away from him, I could only see him. I called his name and he turned toward me, with that goofy grin he always had on, but he looked through me. Like he couldn't see me.
Maybe some day we'll be together again, Me, Charlie and my little baby. But for now all I have is pictures and memories, both of which will fade away as dreams do. I don't want to wake up, but one day I must and face the reality.
I don't have much time left in the mortal world, but when my time is up I want to join them in Heaven.
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Monday, November 8, 2010
Reunion
I found Dad I found my daughter
Everything is alright
They can't get us
We don't need to be found
We don't need heaven
We don't need life
All the faces
Are gone
The voices
Are gone
We are at peace
We dont need
Anything
There is a light
We are going
To follow it
Hello end
We've been waiting
For you ...
Everything is alright
They can't get us
We don't need to be found
We don't need heaven
We don't need life
All the faces
Are gone
The voices
Are gone
We are at peace
We dont need
Anything
There is a light
We are going
To follow it
Hello end
We've been waiting
For you ...
Dead
Its a cruel thing, to love someone then they are taken away. Its even crueler when you can hear thier voice on the wind, almost calling for you, but you know they're gone. They exist in your dreams, in reflections from windows, thier shadows dancing in the sunlight with yours. Then, as a blink of an eye, they are gone. The chance to say you miss them, love them, need them, is gone. There is no take backs for things that you had said, or done to them. The chance was gone, you blew it.
I don't have another chance to hear Courtney laugh, or sing, or even dance for me. The wind plays tricks on me, I think I can hear her voice, but just as quickly its gone. When I'm driving and I lose the radio for a split second, in that split second I can hear her laugh, wavy like you would hear through a fan. Her dancing, I can see her in my living room, swaying and then energetically dancing to any beat from the old player. The shadows on the floor from the window flutter, throwing her shape against the wall, its almost too much that I can bear. I can't work anymore, I see her in the doorway looking for me, with a coke in her hand. The guys think I'm crazy, avoiding the front door, but I can't help myself. I'm always looking for her, like she'll just reappear, all dressed up in her summer dress, with no where to go but to visit me.
Alice. Ugh, Alice. I told her we had to break up. She looked me in the eye and said "I know." And just like it was done. No heart break, no tears, no questions. Just a 'I know' and a walk out the door. Who knows where she is now. I don't really care. I never loved her anyways. She might know about my love to Courtney, but I don't know, nor do I really care anyways. The whole world can know, I'll tell the newspapers. I hope Courtney knows that I love her, its all I have to hold on to her right now. She's all I have, I have hope, but will it be enough.
I don't have another chance to hear Courtney laugh, or sing, or even dance for me. The wind plays tricks on me, I think I can hear her voice, but just as quickly its gone. When I'm driving and I lose the radio for a split second, in that split second I can hear her laugh, wavy like you would hear through a fan. Her dancing, I can see her in my living room, swaying and then energetically dancing to any beat from the old player. The shadows on the floor from the window flutter, throwing her shape against the wall, its almost too much that I can bear. I can't work anymore, I see her in the doorway looking for me, with a coke in her hand. The guys think I'm crazy, avoiding the front door, but I can't help myself. I'm always looking for her, like she'll just reappear, all dressed up in her summer dress, with no where to go but to visit me.
Alice. Ugh, Alice. I told her we had to break up. She looked me in the eye and said "I know." And just like it was done. No heart break, no tears, no questions. Just a 'I know' and a walk out the door. Who knows where she is now. I don't really care. I never loved her anyways. She might know about my love to Courtney, but I don't know, nor do I really care anyways. The whole world can know, I'll tell the newspapers. I hope Courtney knows that I love her, its all I have to hold on to her right now. She's all I have, I have hope, but will it be enough.
Peace
Peace
I found it
Its here
Life is gone
I'm joining them
I'm gone
When they come
I'll be ready
They will find me
I'll be ready
They will find me
I found it
Its here
Life is gone
I'm joining them
I'm gone
When they come
I'll be ready
They will find me
I'll be ready
They will find me
Finding
I'm giving up
Theres no one coming
They can't find me
I'm too deep
I'm trying to remember
Her Laugh
His Smile
The smell of strawberries
I can barely remember
My name
My voice
My own laugh
My name
Only one phrase
Est
Oy
En
La
Gl
O
Ri
A
Its keeping me alive
I'm farther from death
Than
Than Cour-ta-nee
Theres no one coming
They can't find me
I'm too deep
I'm trying to remember
Her Laugh
His Smile
The smell of strawberries
I can barely remember
My name
My voice
My own laugh
My name
Only one phrase
Est
Oy
En
La
Gl
O
Ri
A
Its keeping me alive
I'm farther from death
Than
Than Cour-ta-nee
Questions
We have love, but how much do we need to survive?
If we have luck, how much do we have before it runs out?
Do we need anymore? Where does it go?
Will I ever see my fiance again? Will my baby know his laugh?
Will I ever see my sister again? Will she ever hug me again?
Will I ever see my daughter, my love, my best friend again?
Will there ever be a time when can see them again?
If we have luck, how much do we have before it runs out?
Do we need anymore? Where does it go?
Will I ever see my fiance again? Will my baby know his laugh?
Will I ever see my sister again? Will she ever hug me again?
Will I ever see my daughter, my love, my best friend again?
Will there ever be a time when can see them again?
Sunday, November 7, 2010
In the Beginning
All stories begin with a once upon a time, a simple beginning with a simple character. Its happy, simple, quaint. Then there is the plot, an evil character, an escape and the happy, cheerful, adorable, young character learns a lesson, or moves up the corporate ladder. More often than not moving from a lowly place such as a waitress to a princess position. No one in these happy fairy tales actually face any hardships, or actual real danger. There was a fairy godmother, magic wishes or a pot sheer luck. Then the story would wrap up with a simple the end, or they all lived happily ever after kind of happy, makes you feel good kind of ending. You walk away with a moral, a lesson, or knowing that you just spent the time reading a worthwhile story. There was a beginning, a middle with a lesson and and end.
In this story, if no one has realized it, there is no happy go lucky child who learns her lesson with the help of her fairy grandmother. There is no moving up the corporate ladder from wench to princess in a matter of days. There is no escape for these characters. Instead we have normal real people who are dealing with a ruthless unseen monster that lives in thier own backyard. A menaching danger to all who are hiding any thing from anyone. This monster hunts out those who have a secret to tell and forces the secret out, or others within the secret suffer. There is no lesson, no proof of manliness, no magic wishes to make everything how it was.
Instead all these people have is luck, pure luck and love. There always has to be love. With this combination real life can happen, and dangers can be passed. With this bond any drama, dangerous situation, or trouble that life may present, it can be solved, peole can be rescued and the danger will pass.
Here we have luck and love, but will it be strong enough to prevail against this danger?
In this story, if no one has realized it, there is no happy go lucky child who learns her lesson with the help of her fairy grandmother. There is no moving up the corporate ladder from wench to princess in a matter of days. There is no escape for these characters. Instead we have normal real people who are dealing with a ruthless unseen monster that lives in thier own backyard. A menaching danger to all who are hiding any thing from anyone. This monster hunts out those who have a secret to tell and forces the secret out, or others within the secret suffer. There is no lesson, no proof of manliness, no magic wishes to make everything how it was.
Instead all these people have is luck, pure luck and love. There always has to be love. With this combination real life can happen, and dangers can be passed. With this bond any drama, dangerous situation, or trouble that life may present, it can be solved, peole can be rescued and the danger will pass.
Here we have luck and love, but will it be strong enough to prevail against this danger?
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
24 Hours
Theres never enough time within the day
As the old fashioned rhyme does say
As a people we must move move move
Eventually agrueing there is a groove
On the floor from where we pace
And often time against the clock we race
What time is it is what we ask
Then when answered we run very fast
Meetings seem always on the run
Never pencil in time for any fun
Always late never on time
Tardiness is marked as a crime
Was there ever a world that was not so coiled
At a time when people could have leisurely toiled?
As the old fashioned rhyme does say
As a people we must move move move
Eventually agrueing there is a groove
On the floor from where we pace
And often time against the clock we race
What time is it is what we ask
Then when answered we run very fast
Meetings seem always on the run
Never pencil in time for any fun
Always late never on time
Tardiness is marked as a crime
Was there ever a world that was not so coiled
At a time when people could have leisurely toiled?
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Opinionated
Snide comments loaded sarcasm
ignore questions lots of spasms
Online always right
wondering why theres a fight
Abuse the parents
Oh thats not what I meants
Light on lights off
Sanitize when theres a cough
Homework constant never a good time
Wonder why I sing in rhymes
Tastes are wrong
Won’t be friends for long
Never laughs never smiles
Quite easily riles
Always assumes never knows
constantly with me has rows
Flowers are dead
Theres too much food
You lost the weight now stop being rude
Its a show it is very funny
Cut it out your nose isn’t runny
There is corruption there is war
You are opinionated to the core
He broke your heart let in another
Stop yelling at your mother
Its too hot Its too cold
I’ll say again you’re going to mold
Be quiet I’m trying to speak
By the way your side of the room stinks
I’m off the map
I’m short as well
But how can you tell
You have too high an ego
Now all you gotta do is take it below
Break it down leave it be
I’m hurt alot cant you see
No you cant its “me me me”
I’m leaving early and you can pay that fee
Monday, November 1, 2010
Not Alone
When you’re alone
You can hear your heart beat
When it’s just you
You can hear the wind talking
As a loner
You can hear the grass growing
When you’re solitary
You can hear the stars singing
When you are isolated
You can hear God speaking to you
And you know how wonderful a sound that is
You can hear your heart beat
When it’s just you
You can hear the wind talking
As a loner
You can hear the grass growing
When you’re solitary
You can hear the stars singing
When you are isolated
You can hear God speaking to you
And you know how wonderful a sound that is
Marriage
Its crocadile tears whenever you leave
Whispered phone calls within the closet
The faintest rumor of definite demise
Friends know and the family does too
The ring is in the ash tray
A note left on the table
Family know where the hotel is
Friends are already there
Theres no way to turn back time
Maybe its time to accept
That our engagement is over
Whispered phone calls within the closet
The faintest rumor of definite demise
Friends know and the family does too
The ring is in the ash tray
A note left on the table
Family know where the hotel is
Friends are already there
Theres no way to turn back time
Maybe its time to accept
That our engagement is over
Green
The color of the sky before the storm
When Spring washes over the Earth
Natural plumage of a mating bird
Stirring sea foam after the hurricane
Lasting stem when the flower is gone
Leaves of grass beneath your toes
Cacti in the desert standing strong
Pine tree deep in the woods
Envious of the gorgeous day
And being unable to share it with you
When Spring washes over the Earth
Natural plumage of a mating bird
Stirring sea foam after the hurricane
Lasting stem when the flower is gone
Leaves of grass beneath your toes
Cacti in the desert standing strong
Pine tree deep in the woods
Envious of the gorgeous day
And being unable to share it with you
Gotchya
Artificial light streams into the room Synthetic fibers embrace my skin Electric wind spins around the room Fake wood surrounds the window Natural flavors in unnatural consumables Plastic flowers in a plastic vase Fake hair on real heads Metal bones replace real bones Where did the time go when Bones were set naturally Hair was gone so hats replaced Flowers were given then planted Food was made with herbs and spices Houses were made with trees rocks and mud The wind blew outside not inside Animals provided our clothes And the sun was our best source of light
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Masks.
Mask on.
You care for me
You want me to wait
You love me
Hide away the love
No pictures
Date alone
No friends
More romantic you say
Secret phone calls
Gifts a plenty
Expensive jewelry
Always emails
Always texts
Deletes pictures off of the camera
Slowly degrades your figure
Brushes off the rudeness
Often cold then apologizes
Says I am the only one
Doesn’t want to plan for a future
Forgetting dates
Leaving you behind
Is it over is it done?
Maybe there never was any love….
Mask off.
There was nothing there
There is another girl
You don’t really love me
You hide it so your friends won’t find out
No one can find out
Home alone don’t want to be out
Don’t know any one else… everyone is gone
Less romantic I believe
Why can’t you call at a normal time?
Too many mementos
I don’t need this affection
Fill up my inbox
Don’t want to text you back
There are no pictures of us
Why do you do this to me?
You are rude don’t deny it
I can’t take this anymore
I know that I’m not the only one
I want to plan you’re not in it
I have something better to do
I’m leaving you behind
It is over it has been done
There never was any love.
You care for me
You want me to wait
You love me
Hide away the love
No pictures
Date alone
No friends
More romantic you say
Secret phone calls
Gifts a plenty
Expensive jewelry
Always emails
Always texts
Deletes pictures off of the camera
Slowly degrades your figure
Brushes off the rudeness
Often cold then apologizes
Says I am the only one
Doesn’t want to plan for a future
Forgetting dates
Leaving you behind
Is it over is it done?
Maybe there never was any love….
Mask off.
There was nothing there
There is another girl
You don’t really love me
You hide it so your friends won’t find out
No one can find out
Home alone don’t want to be out
Don’t know any one else… everyone is gone
Less romantic I believe
Why can’t you call at a normal time?
Too many mementos
I don’t need this affection
Fill up my inbox
Don’t want to text you back
There are no pictures of us
Why do you do this to me?
You are rude don’t deny it
I can’t take this anymore
I know that I’m not the only one
I want to plan you’re not in it
I have something better to do
I’m leaving you behind
It is over it has been done
There never was any love.
Friday, October 29, 2010
Obsessed
Online finding you always calling always there
Never have a breath of fresh air
There you are always asking always prodding
Always texting always caring
Remembering memories knowing that date
Always thinking that they are the perfect mate
Its the constant asking the constant begging
Asking whats wrong always egging
Finding ways to show how they care
Thinking this is the way to be fair
Giving all they have thinking its what is right
Always knowing when the other gets in a fight
Its not healthy you know its not what the other needs
Needing information off of your victim is how you feed
Scary tactics give the feeling of wanting to run
Being with the person sometimes is not always fun
Theres no way to break away from this disaster
The obsessors are such a master
Can't ask of them to find another one
Can't tell them that the relationship is done
There must be a cure to tell them its a lie
Somehow tell them that you really are shy
Have to end the relationship
Have to end this awful friendship
Going to end it, have to say it, must
Tell them they are not someone to trust
At somepoint will find the strength
Then we will discuss the fakeness at length
Sunday, October 24, 2010
guitar love
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Saturday, October 23, 2010
Hey Ladies!
Crucial Because of recent abductions
In daylight hours, refresh yourself
of these things to do
in an emergency situation...
This is for you,
and for you to share
with your wife,
your children,
everyone you know.
After reading these 9 crucial tips,
forward them to someone you care about.
It never hurts to be careful
in this crazy world we live in.
1. Tip from Tae Kwon Do :
The elbow is the strongest point
on your body.
If you are close enough to use it, do!
2.. Learned this from a tourist guide.
If a robber asks for your wallet and/or purse,
DO NOT HAND IT TO HIM.
Toss it away from you....
Chances are that he is more interested
in your wallet and/or purse than you,
and he will go for the wallet/purse.
RUN LIKE MAD IN THE OTHER DIRECTION!
3. If you are ever thrown into the trunk of a car,
kick out the back tail lights and stick your arm out the hole
and start waving like crazy..
The driver won't see you, but everybody else will.
This has saved lives.
4. Women have a tendency to get into their cars
after shopping, eating, working, etc., and just sit
(doing their chequebook, or making a list, etc.
DON'T DO THIS!)
The predator will be watching you, and this
is the perfect opportunity for him to get in
on the passenger side, put a gun to your head,
and tell you where to go.
AS SOON AS YOU GET INTO YOUR CAR ,
LOCK THE DOORS AND LEAVE..
If someone
is in the car
with a gun
to your head
DO NOT DRIVE OFF,
Repeat:
DO NOT DRIVE OFF!
Instead gun the engine
and speed into anything, wrecking the car.
Your Air Bag will save you.
If the person is in the back seat
they will get the worst of it .
As soon as the car crashes
bail out and run.
It is better than having them find your body
in a remote location.
5. A few notes about getting
into your car in a parking lot,
or parking garage:
A.) Be aware:
look around you,
look into your car,
at the passenger side floor ,
and in the back seat
B.) If you are parked next to a big van,
enter your car from the passenger door..
Most serial killers attack their victims
by pulling them into their vans while the women
are attempting to get into their cars.
C.) Look at the car
parked on the driver's side of your vehicle,
and the passenger side... If a male is sitting alone
in the seat nearest your car, you may want to walk back
into the mall, or work, and get a
guard/policeman to walk you back out.
IT IS ALWAYS BETTER TO BE SAFE THAN SORRY. (And better paranoid than dead..)
6. ALWAYS take the elevator
instead of the stairs.
Stairwells are horrible places to be alone
and the perfect crime spot.
This is especially true at NIGHT!)
7. If the predator has a gun
and you are not under his control,
ALWAYS RUN!
The predator will only hit you (a running target)
4 in 100 times; and even then,
it most likely WILL NOT be a vital organ.
RUN, Preferably in a zig -zag pattern!
8. As women, we are always trying
to be sympathetic:
STOP
It may get you raped, or killed.
Ted Bundy, the serial killer, was a good-looking,
well educated man, who ALWAYS played
on the sympathies of unsuspecting women.
He walked with a cane, or a limp, and often
asked 'for help' into his vehicle or with his vehicle,
which is when he abducted
his next victim.
9. Another Safety Point:
Someone just told me that her friend heard
a crying baby on her porch the night before last,
and she called the police because it was late
and she thought it was weird.. The police told her
'Whatever you do, DO NOT
open the door..'
The lady then said that it sounded like the baby
had crawled near a window, and she was worried
that it would crawl to the street and get run over.
The policeman said, 'We already have a unit on the way,
whatever you do, DO NOT open the door.'
He told her that they think a serial killer
has a baby's cry recorded and uses it to coax
women out of their homes thinking that someone
dropped off a baby. He said they have not verified it,
but have had several calls by women saying that
they hear baby's cries outside their doors
when they're home alone at night. 10.. Water scam!
If you wake up in the middle
of the night to hear all your taps outside running or what you think is a
burst pipe, DO NOT GO OUT TO INVESTIGATE! These people turn on all your
outside taps full ball so that you will go out to investigate and
then attack.
Stay alert, keep safe, and look out for your neighbours!
Please pass this on
This e-mail should probably be taken seriously because
the Crying Baby Theory was mentioned on
America 's Most Wanted when they profiled
the serial killer in Louisiana
I'd like you to forward this to all the women you know.
It may save a life. A candle is not dimmed by lighting another candle..
I was going to send this to the ladies only,
but guys, if you love your mothers, wives, sisters, daughters, etc.,
you may want to pass it onto them, as well..
Send this to any woman you know that may need
to be reminded that the world we live in has a lot of crazies in it
and it's better to be safe than sorry..
Everyone should take 5 minutes to read this. It may save your life or love one's life
In daylight hours, refresh yourself
of these things to do
in an emergency situation...
This is for you,
and for you to share
with your wife,
your children,
everyone you know.
After reading these 9 crucial tips,
forward them to someone you care about.
It never hurts to be careful
in this crazy world we live in.
1. Tip from Tae Kwon Do :
The elbow is the strongest point
on your body.
If you are close enough to use it, do!
2.. Learned this from a tourist guide.
If a robber asks for your wallet and/or purse,
DO NOT HAND IT TO HIM.
Toss it away from you....
Chances are that he is more interested
in your wallet and/or purse than you,
and he will go for the wallet/purse.
RUN LIKE MAD IN THE OTHER DIRECTION!
3. If you are ever thrown into the trunk of a car,
kick out the back tail lights and stick your arm out the hole
and start waving like crazy..
The driver won't see you, but everybody else will.
This has saved lives.
4. Women have a tendency to get into their cars
after shopping, eating, working, etc., and just sit
(doing their chequebook, or making a list, etc.
DON'T DO THIS!)
The predator will be watching you, and this
is the perfect opportunity for him to get in
on the passenger side, put a gun to your head,
and tell you where to go.
AS SOON AS YOU GET INTO YOUR CAR ,
LOCK THE DOORS AND LEAVE..
If someone
is in the car
with a gun
to your head
DO NOT DRIVE OFF,
Repeat:
DO NOT DRIVE OFF!
Instead gun the engine
and speed into anything, wrecking the car.
Your Air Bag will save you.
If the person is in the back seat
they will get the worst of it .
As soon as the car crashes
bail out and run.
It is better than having them find your body
in a remote location.
5. A few notes about getting
into your car in a parking lot,
or parking garage:
A.) Be aware:
look around you,
look into your car,
at the passenger side floor ,
and in the back seat
B.) If you are parked next to a big van,
enter your car from the passenger door..
Most serial killers attack their victims
by pulling them into their vans while the women
are attempting to get into their cars.
C.) Look at the car
parked on the driver's side of your vehicle,
and the passenger side... If a male is sitting alone
in the seat nearest your car, you may want to walk back
into the mall, or work, and get a
guard/policeman to walk you back out.
IT IS ALWAYS BETTER TO BE SAFE THAN SORRY. (And better paranoid than dead..)
6. ALWAYS take the elevator
instead of the stairs.
Stairwells are horrible places to be alone
and the perfect crime spot.
This is especially true at NIGHT!)
7. If the predator has a gun
and you are not under his control,
ALWAYS RUN!
The predator will only hit you (a running target)
4 in 100 times; and even then,
it most likely WILL NOT be a vital organ.
RUN, Preferably in a zig -zag pattern!
8. As women, we are always trying
to be sympathetic:
STOP
It may get you raped, or killed.
Ted Bundy, the serial killer, was a good-looking,
well educated man, who ALWAYS played
on the sympathies of unsuspecting women.
He walked with a cane, or a limp, and often
asked 'for help' into his vehicle or with his vehicle,
which is when he abducted
his next victim.
9. Another Safety Point:
Someone just told me that her friend heard
a crying baby on her porch the night before last,
and she called the police because it was late
and she thought it was weird.. The police told her
'Whatever you do, DO NOT
open the door..'
The lady then said that it sounded like the baby
had crawled near a window, and she was worried
that it would crawl to the street and get run over.
The policeman said, 'We already have a unit on the way,
whatever you do, DO NOT open the door.'
He told her that they think a serial killer
has a baby's cry recorded and uses it to coax
women out of their homes thinking that someone
dropped off a baby. He said they have not verified it,
but have had several calls by women saying that
they hear baby's cries outside their doors
when they're home alone at night. 10.. Water scam!
If you wake up in the middle
of the night to hear all your taps outside running or what you think is a
burst pipe, DO NOT GO OUT TO INVESTIGATE! These people turn on all your
outside taps full ball so that you will go out to investigate and
then attack.
Stay alert, keep safe, and look out for your neighbours!
Please pass this on
This e-mail should probably be taken seriously because
the Crying Baby Theory was mentioned on
America 's Most Wanted when they profiled
the serial killer in Louisiana
I'd like you to forward this to all the women you know.
It may save a life. A candle is not dimmed by lighting another candle..
I was going to send this to the ladies only,
but guys, if you love your mothers, wives, sisters, daughters, etc.,
you may want to pass it onto them, as well..
Send this to any woman you know that may need
to be reminded that the world we live in has a lot of crazies in it
and it's better to be safe than sorry..
Everyone should take 5 minutes to read this. It may save your life or love one's life
Friday, October 22, 2010
new etiquette
The New Rules Of Business Etiquette
Knock before entering a cubicle.
Try to approach from within your colleague's sight line. Pause before entering her cubicle. Ask if now is a good time to talk.
Call or e-mail before you arrive.
Instead of making a beeline for your colleague's cubicle, get in touch in advance, and ask what would be a convenient time for you to drop by.
Don't leave voicemail messages when you know the person is out.
Midnight is not a good time to leave a voicemail or send a note. If you get a brainstorm in the middle of the night, write an e-mail and put it in your draft folder. Hit "Send" at 9 the next morning.
If you're the boss, don't send demanding e-mails on the weekend.
Unless your team is on a shotgun deadline, compose your instructions over the weekend, but don't send them until Monday morning.
If you get a weekend e-mail from the boss, you may take a day to reply.
You can't ignore a boss's weekend request completely, but you can wait 24 hours before responding. It's fine to set a boundary around your personal time.
Knock before entering a cubicle.
Try to approach from within your colleague's sight line. Pause before entering her cubicle. Ask if now is a good time to talk.
Call or e-mail before you arrive.
Instead of making a beeline for your colleague's cubicle, get in touch in advance, and ask what would be a convenient time for you to drop by.
Don't leave voicemail messages when you know the person is out.
Midnight is not a good time to leave a voicemail or send a note. If you get a brainstorm in the middle of the night, write an e-mail and put it in your draft folder. Hit "Send" at 9 the next morning.
If you're the boss, don't send demanding e-mails on the weekend.
Unless your team is on a shotgun deadline, compose your instructions over the weekend, but don't send them until Monday morning.
If you get a weekend e-mail from the boss, you may take a day to reply.
You can't ignore a boss's weekend request completely, but you can wait 24 hours before responding. It's fine to set a boundary around your personal time.
giving up
Its a Calling
Its a Curse
I can't tell anymore
Its quiet now
Like I'm breathing alone
Theres no one there
Theres no faces
No voices
No anything
Just me
And happiness
Peacefullness
I think
Soon
Something will happen
And I will know
Who is there
What is out there
But for now
I'm going to
Breathe
Its a Curse
I can't tell anymore
Its quiet now
Like I'm breathing alone
Theres no one there
Theres no faces
No voices
No anything
Just me
And happiness
Peacefullness
I think
Soon
Something will happen
And I will know
Who is there
What is out there
But for now
I'm going to
Breathe
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Wrong Intentions
I don't know why I agreed to it. I shouldn't have. Why should I have risked my self against a force I don't know how to fight? Why did I pick up the phone when Chuck called? He said it would have worked, he said it was fool proof. But why am I here and he's still out there?
I called the other guys, and the freshmen too. The guys were supposed to keep watch, and the freshmen, well they were more bait than I was. But where are they? Where are the other kids... where is Chuck?
Alice I could hear was on the other end of the line, talking fast, about how I was teh best one, the best canidate. She never said why. I know she was using me to get to my love, I know it. She's in on it too.
Oh my love, why did you let me go? Why did you let me basically sacrifice myself? Kaite my darling, why did you let me go and kill myself? You know I'll never get out. There is no way out. My great-grandfather never made it out, so how can I? You know how scared I was, but why did you convince me into it? Were you in league with Chuck the whole time? ... Wait. That must be it. You and Chuck are cheating behind my back! You lied to me! You love Chuck! Not me! The baby probably isn't even mine! It's Chucks! The timing is right, you weren't pregnant after the wedding, you got pregnant a few days before and LIED to ME. Chuck when I get out I'm going to kill you. You can count on it. And I'll get Kaite too.
How could you lie to me like that Kaite? Telling me you love me, then going with Chuck? We were going to start a future together, buy a house move out of the apartment. Both of us finish school... now look what you've done. You've ruined everything. Both of you. You wanted me to stay the night, to recruit the others, then have the forest take me over. It's not going to work, I will be free and I will come after you.
Nodnol, I spit on you. You took my family's dreams when you let the forest live. Now I am the last survivor and I will avenge my family. Forget friends, who needs friends when they betray you. Forget family, I never knew one that was loving. Forget that you ever knew happiness, I am going to ruin you.
I called the other guys, and the freshmen too. The guys were supposed to keep watch, and the freshmen, well they were more bait than I was. But where are they? Where are the other kids... where is Chuck?
Alice I could hear was on the other end of the line, talking fast, about how I was teh best one, the best canidate. She never said why. I know she was using me to get to my love, I know it. She's in on it too.
Oh my love, why did you let me go? Why did you let me basically sacrifice myself? Kaite my darling, why did you let me go and kill myself? You know I'll never get out. There is no way out. My great-grandfather never made it out, so how can I? You know how scared I was, but why did you convince me into it? Were you in league with Chuck the whole time? ... Wait. That must be it. You and Chuck are cheating behind my back! You lied to me! You love Chuck! Not me! The baby probably isn't even mine! It's Chucks! The timing is right, you weren't pregnant after the wedding, you got pregnant a few days before and LIED to ME. Chuck when I get out I'm going to kill you. You can count on it. And I'll get Kaite too.
How could you lie to me like that Kaite? Telling me you love me, then going with Chuck? We were going to start a future together, buy a house move out of the apartment. Both of us finish school... now look what you've done. You've ruined everything. Both of you. You wanted me to stay the night, to recruit the others, then have the forest take me over. It's not going to work, I will be free and I will come after you.
Nodnol, I spit on you. You took my family's dreams when you let the forest live. Now I am the last survivor and I will avenge my family. Forget friends, who needs friends when they betray you. Forget family, I never knew one that was loving. Forget that you ever knew happiness, I am going to ruin you.
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