Thursday, May 28, 2009
Almost There...
So this is the second to last post I'm going to do. The next one is only to satisfy my OCDness. But I have a few things to say before that. First off, I have really enjoyed writing on this (I might even make a new one). I think my favorite part of it was decorating, but that's okay :)I am sad that this year is over, but my excitement for next year just squashes that. So...
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
The Heart
Um, I wrote this poem a while ago when I was depressed so I don't want anyone to think that this is what I feel now. It's the exact opposite now :) But, anyway, I used this for the writing contest thing we're suppose to do:
It’s sad and it’s lonely,
Its left in the street.
It has no one to love it,
And no one to meet.
All it wants is a friend,
Maybe something more.
No one seems to like it,
Of that it is sure.
It looks for an adventure,
But is always shot down.
By anything and everything,
Always wearing a frown.
Only every once in a while,
With it stumbles across,
A hope in disguise,
Finding nothing but loss.
This thing that is gloomy,
This thing that can’t start,
It belongs to me,
Because it’s my heart.
It’s sad and it’s lonely,
Its left in the street.
It has no one to love it,
And no one to meet.
All it wants is a friend,
Maybe something more.
No one seems to like it,
Of that it is sure.
It looks for an adventure,
But is always shot down.
By anything and everything,
Always wearing a frown.
Only every once in a while,
With it stumbles across,
A hope in disguise,
Finding nothing but loss.
This thing that is gloomy,
This thing that can’t start,
It belongs to me,
Because it’s my heart.
Sunday, May 24, 2009
UGH!
Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, UGH! This weekend I have homework in all seven of my classes! In guitar I have to practice my term project. In biology I have to do more of my plant project. In geography I have to do that test review. In English I have to do all that I missed on Thursday. In math I have a giant packet to do. In French I have a friggen' four page writing test. In drama I have to work on my scene with Mitchel. And in Honors English I have to do that writing contest and this and a whole bunch of other stuff! Plus I have to finish a book by Tuesday for Loureiro and read The Scarlet Pimpernel by the end of the year! It's like all the teachers suddenly realized, "Ohmigosh, it's the end of the year and my students still have stuff to learn!" I don't mean to sound mean, but it's true! And now I think I'm dying because I keep coughing up bloody phlegm! It's gross! And I'm tired! And I'm suppose to have a sleepover with Taylor tonight! UGH!
Monday, May 11, 2009
Love
Over the years, you learn a little. A little here, a little there. Most of it is completely useless and stuff that you will never again use in your life after the final exams, but some of it sticks. Some of the things you learn over the years change and grow and evolve from one thing to another. And when I say that I, of course, mean love.
Now I don’t think that love is something that can easily be put down in words. You may read about a kiss in a book, or see someone holding hands on TV, but that isn’t it. It is a twist of anticipation in the pit of your stomach. A taste on the roof of your mouth. The sound of a fluttering heartbeat. It is a feeling that consumes your entire body, weaving ever fiber of your being with it’s delicate threads. And it is constantly transforming.
A full grown man who is married and has many children has a very different perspective on love that a adolescent girl barely halfway through her teens. But both feel love all the same. Some people say that young adults don’t feel love. But who are they to dictate what love is? Who are they to say that something such as love has any definition at all?
Our entire world revolves around one simple fact: We all fall in love. Whether it is a crush a five year old has on his or her classmate, or a couple that have been married for eighty years. No one can deny feelings for others. We may hide them and lock them away from the world, but they are still there. We base our lives, our society, everything about us on love.
It is like the wind. I know that may sound very cliché, but it is true. Sometimes the wind blow in gale-force, sometimes it doesn’t blow at all. Sometimes it is small and tentative before slowing growing larger and larger. Or it can even suddenly appear out of nowhere. No one has any control over which way the wind blows. Wind is something that surrounds all of us, whether we feel it or not. As is with love.
I know that right now I think that I have the strongest feelings for someone you can possibly have. But a year from now, these may seem like trivial infatuations. I flow through the canals of love, letting it take me where it pleases. Letting the love wash over me, or simply wash me onto the shore. It is in that canal that we spend our lives, growing and developing our essential being. Us. Love has always been here, and it always will be. Waiting for us to embrace it.
Now I don’t think that love is something that can easily be put down in words. You may read about a kiss in a book, or see someone holding hands on TV, but that isn’t it. It is a twist of anticipation in the pit of your stomach. A taste on the roof of your mouth. The sound of a fluttering heartbeat. It is a feeling that consumes your entire body, weaving ever fiber of your being with it’s delicate threads. And it is constantly transforming.
A full grown man who is married and has many children has a very different perspective on love that a adolescent girl barely halfway through her teens. But both feel love all the same. Some people say that young adults don’t feel love. But who are they to dictate what love is? Who are they to say that something such as love has any definition at all?
Our entire world revolves around one simple fact: We all fall in love. Whether it is a crush a five year old has on his or her classmate, or a couple that have been married for eighty years. No one can deny feelings for others. We may hide them and lock them away from the world, but they are still there. We base our lives, our society, everything about us on love.
It is like the wind. I know that may sound very cliché, but it is true. Sometimes the wind blow in gale-force, sometimes it doesn’t blow at all. Sometimes it is small and tentative before slowing growing larger and larger. Or it can even suddenly appear out of nowhere. No one has any control over which way the wind blows. Wind is something that surrounds all of us, whether we feel it or not. As is with love.
I know that right now I think that I have the strongest feelings for someone you can possibly have. But a year from now, these may seem like trivial infatuations. I flow through the canals of love, letting it take me where it pleases. Letting the love wash over me, or simply wash me onto the shore. It is in that canal that we spend our lives, growing and developing our essential being. Us. Love has always been here, and it always will be. Waiting for us to embrace it.
Mum
This is a poem I wrote for my mum yesterday...
Mum, oh what to say.
Mum, oh what to do.
I look around thinking,
Thinking of what to say about you.
Words don’t seem to be enough,
Not working for me at all.
They can’t describe you right,
I think I’m trying to stall.
I would try some flattery
Maybe even a funny cliché.
But I think I’d kill it,
I make everything blasé.
So maybe I’ll just come right out,
Say what’s on my mind.
You’re here, you’re now,
And you’re certainly one of a kind.
You make me smile and you make me cry,
You make it all alright.
You hold my hand and comfort me,
You help me through the night.
I love your company,
I love you time.
You’re my movie buddy,
You’re mine.
It’s rather hard to explain,
To put this into words.
But I’ll try and say it best I can:
Mum, I love you.
Mum, oh what to say.
Mum, oh what to do.
I look around thinking,
Thinking of what to say about you.
Words don’t seem to be enough,
Not working for me at all.
They can’t describe you right,
I think I’m trying to stall.
I would try some flattery
Maybe even a funny cliché.
But I think I’d kill it,
I make everything blasé.
So maybe I’ll just come right out,
Say what’s on my mind.
You’re here, you’re now,
And you’re certainly one of a kind.
You make me smile and you make me cry,
You make it all alright.
You hold my hand and comfort me,
You help me through the night.
I love your company,
I love you time.
You’re my movie buddy,
You’re mine.
It’s rather hard to explain,
To put this into words.
But I’ll try and say it best I can:
Mum, I love you.
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