tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377173122024-03-07T15:19:05.328-05:00Conceptions of a DreamerIn a place where dreams collide with reality, I fantasize.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37717312.post-9359750332176748292008-01-14T11:43:00.000-05:002008-01-14T11:52:50.239-05:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"><strong>Juliet</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;">You can call me Juliet<br />At least you might as well<br />The archetype: forbidden love<br />Believe me, it’s close to hell<br /><br />I adore my sweet Romeo<br />And I know that he loves me<br />Yet all the others have their doubts<br />No one will let us be<br /><br />Why can’t they see our smiles<br />The glint of happiness shines in our eyes<br />Exasperation is mounting, however<br />A loving death would not surprise<br /><br />You can call me Juliet<br />And he my Romeo<br />Two star-crossed lovers<br />Fighting to stay as so<br /><br />As I close my short, yet sweet lament<br />I hope you’ll understand<br />Forbidden it may truly be</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;">But true love cannot be planned</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;">~~~~~</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;">I wrote this specifically for a contest at my school, it received third place, unfortunately that merits no prize. But I really had an emotional attachment to this poem, unlike my others it actually uses a rhyme scheme the whole way. See what you like about it and comment please, I love comments.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;">~~~~~</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"><em>~To the world she is ordinary in truth she is extraordinary~</em></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37717312.post-13524479447182139482007-08-24T01:20:00.000-04:002007-08-24T01:25:22.589-04:00<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">Spoiled Brat</span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">As I have grown<br />I’d like to think<br />That I’ve outgrown the brat<br />I’d like to think.<br /><br />When I was young<br />I was a spoiled brat<br />I may still be spoiled<br />But am I still a spoiled brat?<br /><br />I’d like to think<br />That I’ve outgrown the brat<br />I’d like to think<br />I’m better now.<br /><br />I try so hard<br />But my past still haunts<br />There is no denying.<br />My past still haunts.<br /><br />I was a spoiled brat<br />Way back when I was young<br />But as I’ve grown<br />Have I changed?<br /><br />I have changed.<br />That is one certain thing.<br />I have changed.<br />Changed from being a brat.<br /><br />I pray to God<br />No one thinks I’m a brat<br />I’d like to think<br />I’ve been forgiven.<br /><br />I’d like to think<br />It has been forgiven.<br />I’d like to think<br />It has been forgotten.<br /><br />Please forgive<br />The child in me<br />That was a brat<br />A spoiled brat<br />I meant no harm<br />I’d like to think you’d know<br />I’d like to think I wouldn’t need to say<br />I’d like for you to think better of me<br /><br />I’d like to say I’m sorry<br />I may be spoiled<br />But I would not like to be<br />A spoiled brat.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">~~~~~</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">I wrote this when I was feeling terrible. I was filled with remorse. The thought came to me suddenly that I am still rather spoiled. I won't be in debt forever paying for my college. That makes me spoiled. I recalled when I was little I was a bit of a brat. I say that in the most kind way I can. I wrote this poem only a few moments before I posted it. This is not edited at all. It is written precisely as it came to me. I feel so blah right now.</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><em><strong>~To the world she is ordinary in truth she is extraordinary~</strong></em></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37717312.post-75641009959852404312007-07-31T23:50:00.000-04:002007-08-24T01:27:12.240-04:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><em>I'm very sorry to say that I have not posted in July. I have written this short bit only to apologize and assure that I will have a July post so I do not miss a month!</em></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37717312.post-74913936478058868012007-06-30T00:31:00.000-04:002007-06-30T00:38:03.007-04:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>I Followed</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">Slowly but faithfully I follow you<br />Only slightly aware of all the things you do yet shouldn’t do<br />Lied to left and right I try to keep my ship afloat<br />But drowning quickly in the end<br /><br />I’m tired of all the ways you’ve slandered me<br />I’m tired of all the ways you’ve pushed me down<br />I’m tired of going home and crying to myself<br />Wondering what I did that was so wrong<br /><br />Why was it that you were always letting me<br />Make all of those stupid mistakes<br />I guess you really didn’t care<br />I suppose you were never really there<br />To be the friend that I was to you<br /><br />I’m tired of all the ways you’ve slandered me<br />I’m tired of all the ways you’ve pushed me down<br />I’m tired of going home and crying to myself<br />Wondering what I did that was so wrong<br /><br />Blinded by your caring words and your mocking smile<br />You never really thought that I was worth your while<br />But now it doesn’t matter<br />It doesn’t matter in the end<br />‘Cause now I’ve realized<br />And I’ve reprioritized<br />And you’ve been placed at the bottom of my list<br /><br />‘Cause I was tired of all the ways you’d slandered me<br />I was tired of all the ways you’d pushed me down<br />I was tired of going home and crying to myself<br />Wondering what I did that was so wrong<br />Now knowing nothing I did was so wrong<br /><br />Slowly but faithfully I followed you<br />But now I’ve gone and</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">Left you behind</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">~~~~~</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">I wrote this as a song, not as a poem. You will probably be able to see that it is not a poem because it doesn't follow my usual style. I have a tune that this goes to, but I can't let you listen to it because its only in my head. If I were musically talented in the way of the piano I would try to play it, but I'm not, so I can not. Sorry.... Anyways, this is my song.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">~~~~~</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><em>~To the world she is ordinary in truth she is extraordinary~</em></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37717312.post-12097177681060153722007-06-16T00:55:00.000-04:002007-06-16T01:10:04.461-04:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>We are the Weather</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">Though the clouds are dark<br />And the rains fall hard<br />It always passes<br />The sun always shines<br />The weather never ends<br />We are the weather<br /><br />The weather gets harsh<br />But it always gets better<br />The weather never ends<br />We are the weather<br /><br />The lightening is your anger<br />The thunder is your voice<br />The rain is my crying<br />The dark is my shame<br />Yet the sun always shines at the end of the storm<br />We are the weather<br />The weather never ends</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">~~~~~</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">I wrote this before Chris and I broke up...I didn't bother to read it afterwards. I know I won't want to. But I thought I would post it anyways. It might be terrible. I wouldn't know. I won't read it.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">~~~~~</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><em>~To the world she is ordinary in truth she is extraordinary~</em></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37717312.post-6861570242810998122007-06-01T00:29:00.000-04:002007-06-01T00:31:41.992-04:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>Not Perfect</strong><br /></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><div align="center"><br />I am not perfect<br />Do not dare proclaim<br />Those syllables do not belong<br />Next to my name<br /><br />If this is perfect<br />The definition must change<br />My life does not meet the “flawless” allegation<br />It simply falls shamed<br /><br />You say that I’m smart<br />No test would agree<br />You say that I’m pretty<br />No way to prove thee<br /><br />I try as I can<br />I fight with my will<br />But, no matter how strong I seem<br />My heart has since keeled<br /><br />What is this perfect you speak of<br />In my life I cannot find<br />A single example<br />To set by your side<br /><br />Whatever you do<br />Whatever you claim<br />Please claim not my perfection<br />It would be in vain</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">~~~~~</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">I wrote this just now and it has had no editing. Be kind to it, though I'm sure much criticizing is deserved. Though, also speak truthfully.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">~~~~~</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><em>~To the world she is ordinary in truth she is extraordinary~</em></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37717312.post-19928125833324182282007-05-26T01:03:00.000-04:002007-05-26T01:07:09.980-04:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>A Year in AP English</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">Holden Caulfield’s going crazy<br />Gatsby had an affair with Daisy<br />All the while we sit and note<br />The literary devices and famous quotes<br /><br />Day-by-Day time passes by<br />Each moment we ponder the question why,<br />Why the author used allusion<br />To illustrate Hester’s sinful conclusion<br /><br />Now essay time, two pages –no more<br />To describe Poe’s use of metaphors<br />And don’t forget the grammar terror<br />Run on sentences and comma errors<br /><br />Studying hard for the AP test<br />Attempting to stay calm, throughout the stress<br />The fat lady has begun her tune<br />Finals are coming way too soon<br /><br />This year has gone by awfully fast<br />Yet the covered material has been vast<br />Ahab, Rappaccini, Huckleberry too<br />To conclude we call the curtains cue</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">~~~~~</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">I wrote this poem for my AP English class. It was very fun to write.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><em>~To the world she is ordinary in truth she is extraordinary~</em></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37717312.post-40982198672277185652007-04-21T01:23:00.000-04:002007-04-21T01:28:18.757-04:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Peer Pressure</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">You’re lost in this world that’s all a mystery<br />Pressure from all around confusing you,<br /> Confusing me<br />You don’t know anymore<br />It’s like listening to a song<br />Over and over when all the song says<br />Is you’re worthless unless you give in to drugs and to sex<br />“Everyone does why won’t you be the same”<br />Its drilled into your head<br />Now it’s more than a game<br />Afraid to leave the house<br />Hanging out with all the wrong friends<br />The friends that aren’t friends at all<br />Because they couldn’t care less<br />They just want you drunk or drugged up<br />So you’ll do things that you will regret<br />When you’re wide-awake and that song that they played<br />Seems senseless and lame<br />‘Till you say no and just walk away<br />From the drugs and the sex and the pressure that came<br />‘Cause in the end<br />When you just walk away<br />You won’t regret what you did that day<br />Because you’ll walk away knowing<br />That you won’t be bothered again<br />Because those “friends” will know<br />You don’t want to get in over your head<br />Because unlike some of them you know where the consequences could lead<br />So just walk away don’t give in and don’t stay<br />Don’t be afraid once is all it takes </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">Just say no.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">~~~~~</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">I wrote this a while ago, but I thought I would share it now.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><em>~To the world she is ordinary in truth she is extraordinary~</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37717312.post-45915575222330334392007-03-10T23:46:00.000-05:002007-03-10T23:50:16.937-05:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Heartbroken Fear</strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">I truly thought I’d lost you<br />Tears rushed down from my bloodshot eyes<br />As I sobbed in horrid fear<br />That you’d choose a different bride<br /><br />The words that I had spoken<br />Though they seemed to be true at the time<br />Became lies at the mention of an end<br />Our breakup seemed a crime<br /><br />I knew the love I had for you<br />Was more than I’d ever had before<br />But when I’d almost lost you<br />I could’a dropped down dead on the floor<br /><br />My heart ached with a passion<br />The love I have for you<br />My heart began to rip apart<br />At the thought, we might be through</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">The feeling I had at that moment<br />Was sheer and utter dread<br />The most fear I had ever felt<br />It should have scared me till I was dead<br /><br />I’ve heard the cliché many times<br />‘You don’t miss it until it’s gone’<br />But now it had a new meaning<br />Before I would just move on<br /><br />Now I’ll forever listen<br />I know the cliché was right<br />Now I’ll love him forevermore</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">For that heartbreak was a terrible plight</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">~~~~~</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">I know this isn't the greatest thing I've ever written, but it came from the heart...and thats all that matters right?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><em>~To the world she is ordinary in truth she is extraordinary~</em></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37717312.post-80993966387250663812007-02-01T21:22:00.000-05:002007-02-01T21:24:39.299-05:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Goodbye</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">Goodbye my friend I have to go<br />To leave this place I love and know<br />To leave you and all my friends<br />Because this is how every relationship ends<br />Someone moves or someone dies<br />And they leave behind their long-lived lives<br />It’s sad and happy at the same time<br />And that’s the truth I would not lie<br />And so I say goodbye</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">Goodbye</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">~~~~~</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-size:85%;">~To the world she is ordinary in truth she is extraordinary</span>~</span></em></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37717312.post-79674111094181873442007-01-29T17:09:00.000-05:002007-01-29T17:11:40.683-05:00<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">One More Soul</span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">Just one more soul for Jesus<br />Just one more life to save<br />Just one more look of joy upon another persons face<br />Just one more person to realize<br />That he is the only way<br />Just one more soul for our savior Christ<br />And the Battles underway<br />Just one more child to look at me with tears of joy in their eyes<br />Realizing that Jesus is now in their heart,<br />He is now in their life<br />Just one more life for Jesus, let me help before I die<br />And when I get that one more life, should I still be alive<br />I can say it again<br />Just one more life for my Savior</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">Jesus Christ</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">~~~~~</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">I've posted this on my other blog before but I have made some minor changes. This may not be the most poetical poem haha. But it is one that is close to my heart.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">~To the world she is ordinary in truth she is extraordinary~</span></em></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37717312.post-82331164107739149592007-01-18T19:14:00.000-05:002007-01-29T17:12:12.642-05:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Faded</strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">Silently the rose fell to the pond<br />Submerged in the water for but a moment<br />Then breaking the surface<br />Acquiescing to the pull of the tides<br />Following mindlessly,<br />Dancing across the water to the song of masquerade<br />The bright red petals of the rose fade<br />Every moment in the sultry water<br />Transforming the rose to be unexceptional<br />Still submitting to the tides the flower snags on a rock<br />There it stays, water pounding<br />Breaking apart what was once good<br />Leaving the beautiful rose dead,<br />No different from the common weed</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">~~~~~</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">I never felt the need to use any literary devices in my poetry. It was always straight forward what you see is what you get. That is not true with this poem. The whole poem is either an extended metaphor or an allegory depending on which you like better haha. My challenge to you is can you see my intended meaning?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><em>~To the world she is ordinary in truth she is extraordinary~</em></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37717312.post-1696211599106683562007-01-17T16:04:00.000-05:002007-01-29T17:12:40.747-05:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Last Time</strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">Every time I say your name I cry another tear<br />Every time I see your face I wish I’d disappear<br />Every time I hear your voice I shiver with fright<br />Because you’re the one that will be there when I come home tonight<br />Cause you said you’d be there by my side you said you’d changed your ways<br />So I came back and I believed<br />But your thoughts of being nice must’ve strayed<br />Cause now I come home and get whipped to the floor and you may think its fun<br />But that’s not what I want to die for, not me I’m not the one<br />Maybe for integrity, courage, strength, or peace<br />But not for the pleasure that you get when you’re hitting me<br />So I’m leaving you and you can’t do a thing cause I’m not listening to you this time<br />My friends have warned me and now I’m listening to them<br />My last word to you, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">Goodbye</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">~~~~~</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><em>~To the world she is ordinary in truth she is extraordinary~</em></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37717312.post-67341362135568569642007-01-16T18:46:00.000-05:002007-01-29T17:12:58.908-05:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>You Were Loved</strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">I was scared when you didn’t call me<br />I was afraid when you were not there<br />I was worried when no one had seen you<br />Though no one else seemed to care<br />I had dreams that weren’t too pleasant<br />Dreams that left you dead<br />I know all dreams do not come true.<br />But I was afraid that this one did<br />I called your house you were not home<br />You’re cell was not turned on<br />I heard you weren’t in school the next day<br />I wondered what was wrong<br />I came to find you I looked around<br />Your house, your school, your work<br /><br />No place could I find you<br />I was worried to the core<br />I took a walk to calm myself<br />And fate took hold once more<br />As I took a walk throughout the trees<br />I saw you finally<br /><br />Finally I see you yet tears still fill my eyes<br />I drop down onto the ground<br />And yank the knife out of your side<br />That was where it happened<br />In the woods<br />In the dark<br />You’re murder, or was it suicide stretched deep into my heart<br />It scratched it up and tore it out and blew its pieces apart<br />Your life was gone<br />My heart was too<br />I sit there terrified<br />Your last thoughts stay unknown to me<br />As I look upon your closed eyes<br />I know not why it happened so<br />But something took your life<br /><br />Maybe if I’d told you how much that I love you<br />Then maybe you’d be here right now to do the things you do<br />But as it is your life is gone<br />And through my sorrow I can say:<br />If you love someone tell them now</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">Before they fall away</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">~~~~~</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><em>~To the world she is ordinary in truth she is extraordinary~</em></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37717312.post-38082460082935575632006-12-24T00:11:00.000-05:002006-12-24T00:14:20.369-05:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Love</strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">Just looking at me you wouldn’t know<br />And I'm not about to explain<br />Lets just say I took a wrong turn<br />And fell in love the other day<br />It didn’t hurt<br />Though I almost cried<br />Tears of joy brimmed my eyes<br />I looked his way<br />He glanced at me<br />We stared into each other’s eyes<br />I knew right away that it was love at first sight<br />Though it didn’t register on his side<br /><br />It would take two years for him to see<br />What I knew all along<br />We were always meant to be together</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">Our love forever strong</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">~~~~~</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">Anyone guess whom this was about? Or should I say whom it <em>is</em> about.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><em>~To the world she is ordinary in truth she is extraordinary~</em></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37717312.post-63452245985025847022006-12-21T23:22:00.000-05:002006-12-21T23:30:15.154-05:00<div align="left"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">I have decided to post this chapter even though it is rather short, although all of my chapters are short, I was goign to write more but then I decided I would post this so that everyone will have somethign to read while I continue writing. Anyways, you probably do not care about that, here is the longawaited Chapter Ten:</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">Chapter Ten</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">Kaleigh never felt particularly skilled in art. She appreciated the work that others did, and she could picture what beautiful creations she would like to make. Nonetheless, when she tried to produce the masterpiece that she envisioned it would become distorted and not at all like her original idea. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><br />Kaleigh walked into class hopeful that she would gain from the professor’s knowledge and perhaps create something to be proud of; this was a hope in vain. When Kaleigh approached her teacher she was informed that there would be no direction in the class. The students were to create whatever popped into their head; the teacher provided the tools necessary to create, nothing more, and nothing less. Kaleigh slumped down in an empty seat and sighed as her eyes scanned the room. There were shelves lining the walls, each one full of supplies. Tables were arranged haphazardly around the room, and famous works of art occupied every inch of the walls that were not already covered by shelves. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><br />Kaleigh sauntered over to one of the many shelves and perused the contents. Feeling that her time could probably be better spent, but not wishing to be disobedient Kaleigh picked up a box labeled ‘Thread’. Kaleigh brought the box back to her table and opened it curiously. Inside the boxes there were many spools of thread. There were some deep jewel tone colors, and some light vibrant colors; but they were all beautiful. </span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></div><div align="left"><br />Suddenly Kaleigh had an idea. The vision of her mother filled her head. One time when Kaleigh had been very sick Alexa came home from work early and she brought 5 roses with her. Each rose was a different color; they were white, yellow, pink, peach, and red. Roses had always been both of their favorites and Kaleigh knew that each flower had a different meaning. Alexa gave Kaleigh a card that told the meaning of each color. She had long since memorized the card:<br /><br />Rose Significance<br />White: Innocence<br />Yellow: Joy, Friendship<br />Pink: Sweetness, Happiness<br />Peach: Appreciation<br />Red: Love, Beauty, and Enchantment<br /><br />Inspiration at hand Kaleigh set off on her project. She walked swiftly to the shelf that she had found the thread and she searched the shelves. Finding the box that she wanted she pulled it off the shelf and opened it. Inside the box Kaleigh found several bolts of white fabric. Kaleigh took some of the fabric to her table and then stared at it. At that moment Kaleigh’s inept artistic abilities came back to her and she realized the near impossible task that she had set herself up for. Kaleigh sighed audibly and slumped back down in her chair. At that moment the teacher came out and told everyone to clean up what they had been working on and to head to Lunch. Kaleigh scooped up the fabric and the colored threads and brought them to a cubby that had been assigned to her; she stored the items neatly and ambled towards the cafeteria. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">~~~~~</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">I may add on to this chapter later, in which case I will mark it as Chapter Ten part Two. In any case what do you think?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><em>~To the world she is ordinary in truth she is extraordinary~</em></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37717312.post-74074530529707444712006-12-16T19:55:00.000-05:002006-12-16T19:57:43.647-05:00<p align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>For the Love of the World</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">Glitter, Sparkle, Shine<br />Stars in the milky late night sky<br />Here right now there back then<br />Staying for the future, the suns little friends<br />High in the sky, far out of reach<br />Yet here in my room I feel like I can touch them as I dream<br />Dreaming of those places real and fantasy<br />All of those places that I’d like to be<br />All of those places, in all of those skies<br />All of those skies have stars like mine<br />Now think about this<br />Each star equals one tiny drop of love<br />Put all the love together mix it all up<br />Those little balls of light really add up<br />The beautiful white far away stars equating the love of the world<br />Wouldn’t that be wonderful?<br />Wouldn’t it make you smile to think,<br />That if we each loved enough we could turn all those stars to be<br />One big beautiful thing<br />For the love of the World</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">~~~~~</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">So what do you think? </span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>~To the world she is ordinary in truth she is extraordinary~</em> </span></span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37717312.post-22256591289053790722006-12-16T19:36:00.000-05:002006-12-16T19:41:37.719-05:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Empty</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">Emptiness filling me<br />I can’t see anything clearly<br />Hazy clouds cover my heart<br />My candles’ flame flickers in the dark<br /><br />Long awkward silence<br />Resonating in my head<br />Not a voice to be heard<br />Only the misery of my heart<br />Beating slowly<br />Way too slowly<br />Like the clock up on the wall<br />Ticking time away<br />Useless seconds adding to minutes<br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">To hours to days</span><br /><br />Life flashing by<br />Quickly when it’s gone<br />Slowly as it arrives<br /><br />Reality casting a shadow on my fantasy<br />Darkening the corners of what life could be<br />Hiding the faint hope of something better to be<br />Leaving only but traceless trails<br />To where the happiness is that inhabited me<br /><br />Now gone forever<br />Lost in the unknown abyss<br />Full of my happiness<br />Leaving me with nothing but the empty beating </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">Of my self-broken heart</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">~~~~~</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><em>~To the world she is ordinary in truth she is extraordinary~</em></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37717312.post-43433963961876136262006-12-12T21:43:00.000-05:002006-12-12T21:57:23.791-05:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Friends</strong><br /><br />Walking down the alley row<br />Small weak afraid to fall<br />Nice and kind to any and to all<br />What you did to deserve this<br />No one can say<br />But as you walk past their way<br />Their arrows are pointed<br />Their guns are out<br />Harsh words coming from all of their mouths<br />You hanging your head afraid not to be liked<br />Want to curl in a ball and give up the strife<br />Trying to stay protected<br />To stay good and free,<br />But you've lost your way<br />There is no place to run to no place to hide<br />Looking to the left<br />And looking to the right<br />For a friend to lean on<br />To help you to fight<br />You look around one last time<br />And do a double take<br />There is someone looking at you<br />With a smile on their face<br />Cautiously you go closer<br />You’re in a run by the end<br />They have opened the door<br />You have found a friend.<br /><br /><em>~To the world she is ordinary in truth she is extraordinary~</em></span></span></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37717312.post-65827173663728428332006-12-06T22:11:00.000-05:002006-12-06T22:24:00.151-05:00<span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Chapter 9 Revised</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">To <a href="http://mitzitiffani.blogspot.com/2006/12/chapter-nine.html">understand why I am posting a revised copy of Chapter 9</a> before any other Chapter of this story on this site you may wish to visit <a href="http://mitzitiffani.blogspot.com">Through the Eyes of a Dreamer (my other blog)</a> to read the other chapters. If you have not read any of this story yet I recommend it lol. I will be writing new chapters as often as I have the time. Here are the links to the chapters that I have already completed, the only link that I will not list is that of the original Chapter 9. Simply because it is not important to read the original version when you can read the revised one.</span></strong><br /><a href="http://mitzitiffani.blogspot.com/2005/12/prologue.html"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Prologue</span></a><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;">, </span><a href="http://mitzitiffani.blogspot.com/2005/12/chapter-one.html"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Chapter 1</span></a><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"> , </span><a href="http://mitzitiffani.blogspot.com/2006/01/chapter-two.html"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Chapter 2</span></a><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;">, </span><a href="http://mitzitiffani.blogspot.com/2006/01/chapter-3.html"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Chapter 3</span></a><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;">, </span><a href="http://mitzitiffani.blogspot.com/2006/02/chapter-4.html"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Chapter 4</span></a><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;">, </span><a href="http://mitzitiffani.blogspot.com/2006/06/chapter-5.html"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Chapter 5</span></a><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;">, </span><a href="http://mitzitiffani.blogspot.com/2006/06/chapter-6.html"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Chapter 6</span></a><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;">, </span><a href="http://mitzitiffani.blogspot.com/2006/07/chapter-7.html"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Chapter 7</span></a><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;">, </span><a href="http://mitzitiffani.blogspot.com/2006/07/chapter-eight.html"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;">Chapter 8</span></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Now here is the revised Chapter 9:</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">Kaleigh walked through the open door into Mr. K’s classroom. This room was different compared to a normal classroom in the way that, there were no desks. In the front of the class there was a piano, and then where desks would have been there were risers with rows of chairs on them. Each seat had a folder on it. Kaleigh glanced around the room, searching for Mr. K. After a quick scan she saw that he wasn’t there, but then she spotted a door on the side of the room, peering in she saw that it was Mr. K’s office, and he was inside, sitting at the desk. Kaleigh knocked politely on the door, and Mr. K looked up, smiled, and beckoned for her to come into office.<br />When Kaleigh was inside the office Mr. K gave her a warm smile, “Hey Kaleigh, you’re probably wondering where you are supposed to sit aren’t you!” Kaleigh smiled back at him.<br />“Yes sir, I was a bit curious about that.”<br />“Well, you will have to be curious for a few moments longer, first I need to tell you about what we will be doing in this class for the next few months.” He paused, Kaleigh assumed he was building up her anticipation, “For the last few months everyone has been learning how to use recorders, but now we will begin learning how to sing.” He paused momentarily, and then began again, “Yesterday I tested everyone’s voices to see how many notes they could sing, and whether they could sing better higher or lower. Now, I know you just got here yesterday, but would you feel comfortable singing a song for me, any song you want, you can pick one of your favorites, or if you can’t think of any songs the Star Spangled Banner is a popular option.” Kaleigh thought quickly, her mother had taught her so many songs, but which one, which one would be the best. Her mind was racing, she envisioned lyrics sheets, and records, and then a memory popped up that made Kaleigh sure of what song to sing.<br />Kaleigh’s mind was set on the image of Alexa, a few days before the crash, they were walking through Central Park and Alexa said “I heard this song,” she paused, “It was a beautiful song, not a cheerful song, but beautiful I think it’s my favorite, I don’t know who wrote it, or where I heard it, but I woke up and it was in my head.” Alexa started singing the song; it was an unusual song, there were words, but they were not English or any other language Kaleigh had heard. Though she could not understand the words they had been strung together in a melody that was haunting, magical even, and Kaleigh agreed with her mother, it was beautiful. Kaleigh heard her mother humming the song a lot up until the crash; the memory of it was vivid in her mind. They never found out who wrote the song.<br />Kaleigh closed her eyes, took a breath, then opening her eyes she began singing her song, each note she uttered was clear and concise, Mr. K watched her as if in a trance as she went through the song, some parts loud and harsh, others soft and caressing, without words that could be understood this song told an enchanting story. Kaleigh sang the last note letting it fade to silence.<br />Mr. K cleared his throat and sat up, “Very good Kaleigh!” he said enthusiastically, “I’ve never heard that song before, where is it from, and do you happen to know what language that was?”<br />Kaleigh wasn’t sure how to respond, “Well sir, my mother sang it to me, but she couldn’t remember where she had heard it before, and I’m not sure which language it is.”<br />“Ah, well, it was wonderful, perhaps I can find the writer of the song” he seemed to be speaking to himself more than to Kaleigh so she stood patiently watching him. “Well, Kaleigh,” he said suddenly as if he had just remembered that she was standing there, “The class is divided into three groups, Soprano, Mezzo Soprano, and Alto; I think you will do well as a Mezzo Soprano.” Mr. K reflected for a moment and then spoke thoughtfully, “Mezzo Soprano is such a long word to say so often, I’ll probably just call it the middle part, and soprano the high part, and Alto the low part.”<br />“Umm, alright sir.” Kaleigh said, not sure whether to laugh or not. It seemed to be often that Mr. K would speak to nobody in particular, but not in a way that would suggest lunacy, just a habit of thinking aloud.<br />“Alright” Mr. K said enthusiastically, “Time to begin,” They exited his office and went into the classroom, everyone was seated now, Mr. K pointed to a seat in the back row the first seat on the left. Kaleigh thought this was a curious arrangement, as it meant that the middle section was first, then the high section, and then the low section. It seemed a bit out of order, but perhaps Mr. K had his reasons, she decided not to question them.<br />“Okay! Everybody stand up!” Mr. K stood in front of the class, “Before we begin singing we have to stretch first, to get your muscles warmed up, and the air moving.” Mr. K led the class through a routine of physical and vocal warm-ups. The vocal warm-ups were fun because they involved singing lots of very silly things extremely quickly in extraordinarily high or low voices. Kaleigh decided that this was a very enjoyable class, it was almost a stress reliever, it was something natural that didn’t involve any anxiety or difficult thinking. After warm-ups they looked through their folders at the songs that they would be learning, the bell startled Kaleigh when it rang, the class had gone by quickly, ‘if only all my classes could feel that fast’ Kaleigh thought to herself as she headed to her art class.</span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">~~~~~</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><em>~To the world she is ordinary in truth she is extraordinary~</em></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37717312.post-44745571095669576362006-12-06T21:18:00.000-05:002006-12-06T21:21:24.588-05:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Lost</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">Staring at the open door<br />Wonder what I’m waiting for<br />Can’t make up my mind<br />I haven’t had the time<br /><br />Not sure where I am<br />Or where I’m going to be<br />Not sure who I really am<br />Or who really knows me<br /><br />Walking down the stairs<br />Glancing at the mirror<br />Wondering why it wasn’t my face<br />That appeared<br /><br />Talking merrily to my friends<br />As if nothings wrong<br />Then kicking myself for not telling<br />For not showing them this song<br /><br />I know there’s something wrong<br />I just can’t figure it out<br />What is my life missing?<br />What am I without?<br /><br />Sitting in my bedroom<br />Staring at the wall<br />Solid white and boring,<br />Not my style at all<br /><br />Then looking over at the phone<br />I’m filled with slight surprise<br />It rings once<br />Then again<br /><br />A total of three times<br />Watching it I do not move<br />Who could it possibly be?<br />Certainly not someone<br />Who would want to talk to me?<br /><br />Then silence<br />Several minutes’ tick by<br />Stillness broken by the phone <br />Ringing again<br />Slowly walking over slight interest in my mind<br /><br />“Hello” I say slowly, pausing for a time<br /><br />“Hello” I say again<br />This time a reply--<br />An answer, three words<br />“I love you”<br /><br />Who is this I said<br />Scared and confused<br />Swiftly the caller replied<br />It’s me. Do not be afraid<br />I called to say I love you<br />To relieve the pain in your heart<br />I think you almost forgot<br />I’ll be here when everyone else is not<br /><br />You are always in my heart<br />You are always on my mind<br />Whenever it is that you need me<br />I’ll always have the time<br /><br />That was all the speaker said<br />That was all I needed to hear<br />With a faint smile on my face<br />I walked out of the room<br />And whispered<br />Thank you<br /><br />How could I forget?<br />And yet you’re right it’s true<br />I needed a prompt reminder<br />But now and Always<br />I love you too</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">~~~~~</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">Can you guess whom this poem speaks of? It isn't too difficult to tell. But you must look deeper than my obvious callers.</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><em>~To the world she is ordinary in truth she is extraordinary~</em></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37717312.post-41751800352280307802006-11-25T19:56:00.001-05:002006-11-25T21:48:20.138-05:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><strong>Found </strong><br /><br /><br />I turn off the lights<br />Don’t answer the phone<br />I act as if there’s no one home<br />The blinds are down<br />The TV’s off<br /></span>I sit there stock still<br />As I hear a knock<br />I pause a moment<br />I hold my breath<br />Then again I hear the sound<br />The mahogany door pounded down<br />The bell ringing ominously<br />Then silence<br />Silence and my excruciating pain<br />Watching the knob turn<br />Slowly, Slowly turning<br />The creak of the door<br />The small ray of light</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">Striking my face</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">~~~~~</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">This poem is meant to make you think.</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><em>~To the world she is ordinary in truth she is extraordinary~</em></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37717312.post-1164061059176087222006-11-20T17:14:00.000-05:002006-11-20T17:18:47.006-05:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Dedication</strong></span></div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong><div align="center"><br />This collection is fondly dedicated<br />To all of those who have helped me to make it<br />By being my friends<br />And simply loving me you were the ones </div><div align="center">That inspired me</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">~~~~~</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">I wrote this as the dedication page for a book of poetry I put together my freshman year in my Creative Writing Class.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><em>~To the world she is ordinary in truth she is extraordinary~</em></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37717312.post-1164056819436921942006-11-20T16:01:00.000-05:002007-01-29T17:15:14.204-05:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">I have created this blog so my stories, poems, and songs may be viewed separate from my everyday rantings. In addition to my new writings I will post things I have previously written but have not yet shared with anyone. Feel free to make comments and suggestions and be sure to tell me your favorites!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">Enjoy at your leisure</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"><em>~To the world she is ordinary in truth she is extraordinary~</em></span></div><div align="center"></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0