In a land where dust stirs in the morning
and settles in the night
where everything is candy coated and full of life
with rain drops of gold
where the moon cradles our hopes
and the sun holds our dreams
Ransom notes
and finger prints
caress the end of the pointless organization of the way the world works
the darkness within the beauty
the light through the cracks
the flame in the dark room
the dark room in a sun filled world
what we see is what we do
the stars will guide
and the wind will direct
the orchestra of our lives
music notes go up and down
flowing from side to side
never wavering always sure of were to go
where to be
on the beat
never off
flowing in a line so straight
breaks on beats 2 and 4
and runs on 5 and 6
making choices on a beat
making sure it all fits into place
a puzzle of wonder
a wonder puzzle
lost in a storm of thoughts
looking to the stars for guidance
when the wind directs its orchestra in a symptomatic manor
symbols clashing
violins humming
drums beating
music to our ears
but horror to our eyes
that is why we are dreamers
dreaming of what should be
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Final draft of Story-Fear
There once was a field
A field of long wistful grass and glorious breezy flowers
At the end of that field, there was a great strong forest
And just on the inside of that great strong forest
There was a tall and wonderful tree
Beneath that tall and wonderful tree
There lived a family
A family with one Mrs. Old, one Mr. Older, one Lucky, one Dearest, one Beautiful, one Charming, one Harmony, one Small, one Childish, one Curious, one Bashful, one Someone, And one Little.
Their home beneath the tall and wonderful tree was small but just right.
Dearest, Beautiful, Harmony, Bashful and Little shared a room that was colored pink red and maroon.
Lucky, Charming, Small, Childish, Curious and Someone shared a room that was colored yellow orange and blue.
Mrs. Old and Mr. Older had their room, that was colored like a bright and tantalizing blue lagoon.
Their Kitchen was Green and Harmonizing blue full of surprises and something was always new.
Their living room was Black and hypnotizing purple, with a couch so grand, it could fit 20 people.
Their Boots were all lined up neatly by the front door. From smallest to biggest you see. Not a inch more.
Out side that front door was a long gravel path that wound through the tall and wonderful forest that lead to the field of wistful grass and breezy flowers.
Their mother always told them “be careful and stay on the path don’t go any farther then the end of the field for you know who lives there on the other side I’ve told you the stories oh so many times before.”
And all the children all at once replied in unison “yes Mrs. Old”
One day after the unison reply Lucky, Dearest, Beautiful, Charming, Harmony, Small, Childish, Bashful, and Little were walking down the long gravel path that wound through the great strong forest that lead to the field of wistful grass and breezy flowers, when Childish suddenly said
“I say, today as something new, we go across the field and see if the stories are really so very true”
“we’ve gone over this again and again. You ask so many times I cant even count past 10. Were not going across the field for we know who lives there on the other side, for Mrs. Old has told us the stories, oh so many times” replied Dearest.
“yes I know but how do we know the stories are true?”
“we don’t have to know we just have to believe that Mrs. Old is doing this for our own good.”
“fine. If you don’t want to come Dearest. Then I will take Harmony, Little and Small and we shall go find out, once and for all.”
So Dearest, Lucky Beautiful and Bashful were left standing there, pondering if they were going to run after.
They could ran after.
Or the could stay where they were, and continue to ponder.
Or go run off and forget them and live happily ever after.
Or run home to Mrs. Old and Mr. Older and Curious and Someone to tell them what news they has just gathered.
But what should they do?
So many things.
So many children to look after.
Finally they decided that they were going to do all of just that.
So first, they stood where they were, and continued to ponder.
Then, they ran after, but only for a short while before returning.
Then running off and living happily ever after.
And then, last but not least, they ran home towards Mrs. Old and Mr. Older and Curious and Someone, to tell them the news that they had just gathered.
While Dearest, Lucky, Beautiful and Bashful ran towards the tall and wonderful tree, Childish, Harmony, Little and Small were off to find out, once and for all.
Walking along the tight winding path arms linked in hope, to walk very fast.
“don’t be afraid all of you, its nothing but a different point of view from our tall and wonderful tree” says Childish to the other younger three.
“B-b-but Childish. Our nose’s are frozen our teeth are shattering we want to turn back, and just believe what mother has been saying. We wish we had stayed with all of the others.” Replied Harmony, Little and Small.
As they were saying how much they wanted to turn back, they came to a clearing, full of long white grass and wilting gray flowers.
At the end of that field there was a thin small forest
And just at the start of that thin small forest
There was a tall dark skinny tree
Beneath that tall dark skinny tree, there was a hole that looked big enough to be a wolves mouth.
“You see you three? Nothing to be afraid of. Its just a tall dark skinny old tree! And we were going to believe all those stories that Mother has been telling us. For all these years she has been lying to us!?”
“Were sorry we didn’t believe you Childish, it was foolish of us to pick this fight.” Replied Harmony, Little and Small.
“so what are we waiting for? Who wants to go in?”
when no one replied Childish said “fine. Ill go in first, the rest of you will follow.”
So the four slowly walked in.
As the four walked into the mouth of the tree, Dearest, Lucky, Beautiful and Bashful had reached the tall and wonderful tree and told Mrs. Old and Mr. Older and Curious and Someone all about what had happened.
When Mrs. Old heard the end of the story she sat down and cried and let out her story.
“by now they will have made it to the tall dark skinny tree, at least that’s what it seems to be. If I’ve told you all once Ill tell you again, the tree is not what it seems. The mouth at the bottom is not that of a tree, but that of a wolf. The one I’ve tried to warn you all about many times before. I’ve told these stories oh so many times and I wish that you all had listened and done what you were told all before it was to late.”
That night. While the dust settled around the tall and wonderful tree
Mrs. Old and Mr. Older and Curious and Someone all sat around the burning fire. In memory of what once was and what will become of the rest of the world.
When we walk into the unknown our fears will sometimes get the best of us.
The fear of being left behind.
At the time, we will follow who ever is more confident and over powering. We will follow them to the end whether or not we listen to what is being told to us on the inside.
Fin
A field of long wistful grass and glorious breezy flowers
At the end of that field, there was a great strong forest
And just on the inside of that great strong forest
There was a tall and wonderful tree
Beneath that tall and wonderful tree
There lived a family
A family with one Mrs. Old, one Mr. Older, one Lucky, one Dearest, one Beautiful, one Charming, one Harmony, one Small, one Childish, one Curious, one Bashful, one Someone, And one Little.
Their home beneath the tall and wonderful tree was small but just right.
Dearest, Beautiful, Harmony, Bashful and Little shared a room that was colored pink red and maroon.
Lucky, Charming, Small, Childish, Curious and Someone shared a room that was colored yellow orange and blue.
Mrs. Old and Mr. Older had their room, that was colored like a bright and tantalizing blue lagoon.
Their Kitchen was Green and Harmonizing blue full of surprises and something was always new.
Their living room was Black and hypnotizing purple, with a couch so grand, it could fit 20 people.
Their Boots were all lined up neatly by the front door. From smallest to biggest you see. Not a inch more.
Out side that front door was a long gravel path that wound through the tall and wonderful forest that lead to the field of wistful grass and breezy flowers.
Their mother always told them “be careful and stay on the path don’t go any farther then the end of the field for you know who lives there on the other side I’ve told you the stories oh so many times before.”
And all the children all at once replied in unison “yes Mrs. Old”
One day after the unison reply Lucky, Dearest, Beautiful, Charming, Harmony, Small, Childish, Bashful, and Little were walking down the long gravel path that wound through the great strong forest that lead to the field of wistful grass and breezy flowers, when Childish suddenly said
“I say, today as something new, we go across the field and see if the stories are really so very true”
“we’ve gone over this again and again. You ask so many times I cant even count past 10. Were not going across the field for we know who lives there on the other side, for Mrs. Old has told us the stories, oh so many times” replied Dearest.
“yes I know but how do we know the stories are true?”
“we don’t have to know we just have to believe that Mrs. Old is doing this for our own good.”
“fine. If you don’t want to come Dearest. Then I will take Harmony, Little and Small and we shall go find out, once and for all.”
So Dearest, Lucky Beautiful and Bashful were left standing there, pondering if they were going to run after.
They could ran after.
Or the could stay where they were, and continue to ponder.
Or go run off and forget them and live happily ever after.
Or run home to Mrs. Old and Mr. Older and Curious and Someone to tell them what news they has just gathered.
But what should they do?
So many things.
So many children to look after.
Finally they decided that they were going to do all of just that.
So first, they stood where they were, and continued to ponder.
Then, they ran after, but only for a short while before returning.
Then running off and living happily ever after.
And then, last but not least, they ran home towards Mrs. Old and Mr. Older and Curious and Someone, to tell them the news that they had just gathered.
While Dearest, Lucky, Beautiful and Bashful ran towards the tall and wonderful tree, Childish, Harmony, Little and Small were off to find out, once and for all.
Walking along the tight winding path arms linked in hope, to walk very fast.
“don’t be afraid all of you, its nothing but a different point of view from our tall and wonderful tree” says Childish to the other younger three.
“B-b-but Childish. Our nose’s are frozen our teeth are shattering we want to turn back, and just believe what mother has been saying. We wish we had stayed with all of the others.” Replied Harmony, Little and Small.
As they were saying how much they wanted to turn back, they came to a clearing, full of long white grass and wilting gray flowers.
At the end of that field there was a thin small forest
And just at the start of that thin small forest
There was a tall dark skinny tree
Beneath that tall dark skinny tree, there was a hole that looked big enough to be a wolves mouth.
“You see you three? Nothing to be afraid of. Its just a tall dark skinny old tree! And we were going to believe all those stories that Mother has been telling us. For all these years she has been lying to us!?”
“Were sorry we didn’t believe you Childish, it was foolish of us to pick this fight.” Replied Harmony, Little and Small.
“so what are we waiting for? Who wants to go in?”
when no one replied Childish said “fine. Ill go in first, the rest of you will follow.”
So the four slowly walked in.
As the four walked into the mouth of the tree, Dearest, Lucky, Beautiful and Bashful had reached the tall and wonderful tree and told Mrs. Old and Mr. Older and Curious and Someone all about what had happened.
When Mrs. Old heard the end of the story she sat down and cried and let out her story.
“by now they will have made it to the tall dark skinny tree, at least that’s what it seems to be. If I’ve told you all once Ill tell you again, the tree is not what it seems. The mouth at the bottom is not that of a tree, but that of a wolf. The one I’ve tried to warn you all about many times before. I’ve told these stories oh so many times and I wish that you all had listened and done what you were told all before it was to late.”
That night. While the dust settled around the tall and wonderful tree
Mrs. Old and Mr. Older and Curious and Someone all sat around the burning fire. In memory of what once was and what will become of the rest of the world.
When we walk into the unknown our fears will sometimes get the best of us.
The fear of being left behind.
At the time, we will follow who ever is more confident and over powering. We will follow them to the end whether or not we listen to what is being told to us on the inside.
Fin
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Hide and Seek
Where are we? What the hell is going on?
The dust has only just begun to fall,
Crop circles in the carpet, sinking, feeling.
Spin me round again and rub my eyes.
This can't be happening.
When busy streets a mess with people
would stop to hold their heads heavy.
Hide and seek.
Trains and sewing machines.
All those years they were here first.
Oily marks appear on walls
Where pleasure moments hung before.
The takeover, the sweeping insensitivity of this
still life.
Hide and seek.
Trains and sewing machines. (Oh, you won't catch me around here)
Blood and tears,
They were here first.
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that you only meant well? Well, of course you did.
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that it's all for the best? Ah of course it is.
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that it's just what we need? And you decided this.
Mmm what you say?
What did she say?
Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs.
Speak no feeling, no I don't believe you.
You don't care a bit. You don't care a bit.
Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs.
Speak no feeling, no I don't believe you.
You don't care a bit. You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.
-Imogen heap
Crop circles in the carpet, sinking, feeling.
Spin me round again and rub my eyes.
This can't be happening.
When busy streets a mess with people
would stop to hold their heads heavy.
Hide and seek.
Trains and sewing machines.
All those years they were here first.
Oily marks appear on walls
Where pleasure moments hung before.
The takeover, the sweeping insensitivity of this
still life.
Hide and seek.
Trains and sewing machines. (Oh, you won't catch me around here)
Blood and tears,
They were here first.
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that you only meant well? Well, of course you did.
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that it's all for the best? Ah of course it is.
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that it's just what we need? And you decided this.
Mmm what you say?
What did she say?
Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs.
Speak no feeling, no I don't believe you.
You don't care a bit. You don't care a bit.
Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs.
Speak no feeling, no I don't believe you.
You don't care a bit. You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.
-Imogen heap
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Rough Draft of story
Ellie Schwartz
May 8 ‘08
Un-named at the present time.
There once was a field
A field of long wistful grass and glorious breezy flowers
At the end of that field, there was a great strong forest
And just on the inside of that great strong forest
There was a tall and wonderful tree
Beneath that tall and wonderful tree
There lived a family
A family with one Mrs. Old, one Mr. Older, one Lucky, one Dearest, one Beautiful, one Charming, one Harmony, one Small, one Childish, one Curious, one Bashful, one Someone, And one Little.
Their home beneath the tall and wonderful tree was small but just right.
Dearest, Beautiful, Harmony, Bashful and Little shared a room that was colored pink red and maroon.
Lucky, Charming, Small, Childish, Curious and Someone shared a room that was colored yellow orange and blue.
Mrs. Old and Mr. Older had their room, that was colored like a bright and tantalizing blue lagoon.
Their Kitchen was Green and Harmonizing blue full of surprises and something was always new.
Their living room was Black and hypnotizing purple, with a couch so grand, it could fit 20 people.
Their Boots were all lined up neatly by the front door. From smallest to biggest you see. Not a inch more.
Out side that front door was a long gravel path that wound through the tall and wonderful forest that lead to the field of wistful grass and breezy flowers.
Their mother always told them “be careful and stay on the path don’t go any farther then the end of the field for you know who lives there on the other side I’ve told you the stories oh so many times before.”
And all the children all at once replied in unison “yes Mrs. Old”
One day after the unison reply Lucky, Dearest, Beautiful, Charming, Harmony, Small, Childish, Bashful, and Little were walking down the long gravel path that wound through the great strong forest that lead to the field of wistful grass and breezy flowers, when Childish suddenly said
“I say, today as something new, we go across the field and see if the stories are really so very true”
“we’ve gone over this again and again. You ask so many times I cant even count past 10. Were not going across the field for we know who lives there on the other side, for Mrs. Old has told us the stories, oh so many times” replied Dearest.
“yes I know but how do we know the stories are true?”
“we don’t have to know we just have to believe that Mrs. Old is doing this for our own good.”
“fine. If you don’t want to come Dearest. Then I will take Harmony, Little and Small and we shall go find out, once and for all.”
So Dearest, Lucky Beautiful and Bashful were left standing there, pondering if they were going to run after.
They could ran after.
Or the could stay where they were, and continue to ponder.
Or go run off and forget them and live happily ever after.
Or run home to Mrs. Old and Mr. Older and Curious and Someone to tell them what news they has just gathered.
But what should they do?
So many things.
So many children to look after.
Finally they decided that they were going to do all of just that.
So first, they stood where they were, and continued to ponder.
Then, they ran after, but only for a short while before returning.
Then running off and living happily ever after.
And then, last but not least, they ran home towards Mrs. Old and Mr. Older and Curious and Someone, to tell them the news that they had just gathered.
While Dearest, Lucky, Beautiful and Bashful ran towards the tall and wonderful tree, Childish, Harmony, Little and Small were off to find out, once and for all.
Walking along the tight winding path arms linked in hope, to walk very fast.
“don’t be afraid all of you, its nothing but a different point of view from our tall and wonderful tree” says Childish to the other younger three.
“B-b-but Childish. Our nose’s are frozen our teeth are shattering we want to turn back, and just believe what mother has been saying. We wish we had stayed with all of the others.” Replied Harmony, Little and Small.
As they were saying how much they wanted to turn back, they came to a clearing, full of long white grass and wilting gray flowers.
At the end of that field there was a thin small forest
And just at the start of that thin small forest
There was a tall dark skinny tree
Beneath that tall dark skinny tree, there was a hole that looked big enough to be a wolves mouth.
“You see you three? Nothing to be afraid of. Its just a tall dark skinny old tree! And we were going to believe all those stories that Mother has been telling us. For all these years she has been lying to us!?”
“Were sorry we didn’t believe you Childish, it was foolish of us to pick this fight.” Replied Harmony, Little and Small.
“so what are we waiting for? Who wants to go in?”
when no one replied Childish said “fine. Ill go in first, the rest of you will follow.”
So the four slowly walked in.
As the four walked into the mouth of the tree, Dearest, Lucky, Beautiful and Bashful had reached the tall and wonderful tree and told Mrs. Old and Mr. Older and Curious and Someone all about what had happened.
When Mrs. Old heard the end of the story she sat down and cried and let out her story.
“by now they will have made it to the tall dark skinny tree, at least that’s what it seems to be. If I’ve told you all once Ill tell you again, the tree is not what it seems. The mouth at the bottom is not that of a tree, but that of a wolf. The one I’ve tried to warn you all about many times before. I’ve told these stories oh so many times before and I wish that you all had listened and done what you were told before it was to late.”
Fin
May 8 ‘08
Un-named at the present time.
There once was a field
A field of long wistful grass and glorious breezy flowers
At the end of that field, there was a great strong forest
And just on the inside of that great strong forest
There was a tall and wonderful tree
Beneath that tall and wonderful tree
There lived a family
A family with one Mrs. Old, one Mr. Older, one Lucky, one Dearest, one Beautiful, one Charming, one Harmony, one Small, one Childish, one Curious, one Bashful, one Someone, And one Little.
Their home beneath the tall and wonderful tree was small but just right.
Dearest, Beautiful, Harmony, Bashful and Little shared a room that was colored pink red and maroon.
Lucky, Charming, Small, Childish, Curious and Someone shared a room that was colored yellow orange and blue.
Mrs. Old and Mr. Older had their room, that was colored like a bright and tantalizing blue lagoon.
Their Kitchen was Green and Harmonizing blue full of surprises and something was always new.
Their living room was Black and hypnotizing purple, with a couch so grand, it could fit 20 people.
Their Boots were all lined up neatly by the front door. From smallest to biggest you see. Not a inch more.
Out side that front door was a long gravel path that wound through the tall and wonderful forest that lead to the field of wistful grass and breezy flowers.
Their mother always told them “be careful and stay on the path don’t go any farther then the end of the field for you know who lives there on the other side I’ve told you the stories oh so many times before.”
And all the children all at once replied in unison “yes Mrs. Old”
One day after the unison reply Lucky, Dearest, Beautiful, Charming, Harmony, Small, Childish, Bashful, and Little were walking down the long gravel path that wound through the great strong forest that lead to the field of wistful grass and breezy flowers, when Childish suddenly said
“I say, today as something new, we go across the field and see if the stories are really so very true”
“we’ve gone over this again and again. You ask so many times I cant even count past 10. Were not going across the field for we know who lives there on the other side, for Mrs. Old has told us the stories, oh so many times” replied Dearest.
“yes I know but how do we know the stories are true?”
“we don’t have to know we just have to believe that Mrs. Old is doing this for our own good.”
“fine. If you don’t want to come Dearest. Then I will take Harmony, Little and Small and we shall go find out, once and for all.”
So Dearest, Lucky Beautiful and Bashful were left standing there, pondering if they were going to run after.
They could ran after.
Or the could stay where they were, and continue to ponder.
Or go run off and forget them and live happily ever after.
Or run home to Mrs. Old and Mr. Older and Curious and Someone to tell them what news they has just gathered.
But what should they do?
So many things.
So many children to look after.
Finally they decided that they were going to do all of just that.
So first, they stood where they were, and continued to ponder.
Then, they ran after, but only for a short while before returning.
Then running off and living happily ever after.
And then, last but not least, they ran home towards Mrs. Old and Mr. Older and Curious and Someone, to tell them the news that they had just gathered.
While Dearest, Lucky, Beautiful and Bashful ran towards the tall and wonderful tree, Childish, Harmony, Little and Small were off to find out, once and for all.
Walking along the tight winding path arms linked in hope, to walk very fast.
“don’t be afraid all of you, its nothing but a different point of view from our tall and wonderful tree” says Childish to the other younger three.
“B-b-but Childish. Our nose’s are frozen our teeth are shattering we want to turn back, and just believe what mother has been saying. We wish we had stayed with all of the others.” Replied Harmony, Little and Small.
As they were saying how much they wanted to turn back, they came to a clearing, full of long white grass and wilting gray flowers.
At the end of that field there was a thin small forest
And just at the start of that thin small forest
There was a tall dark skinny tree
Beneath that tall dark skinny tree, there was a hole that looked big enough to be a wolves mouth.
“You see you three? Nothing to be afraid of. Its just a tall dark skinny old tree! And we were going to believe all those stories that Mother has been telling us. For all these years she has been lying to us!?”
“Were sorry we didn’t believe you Childish, it was foolish of us to pick this fight.” Replied Harmony, Little and Small.
“so what are we waiting for? Who wants to go in?”
when no one replied Childish said “fine. Ill go in first, the rest of you will follow.”
So the four slowly walked in.
As the four walked into the mouth of the tree, Dearest, Lucky, Beautiful and Bashful had reached the tall and wonderful tree and told Mrs. Old and Mr. Older and Curious and Someone all about what had happened.
When Mrs. Old heard the end of the story she sat down and cried and let out her story.
“by now they will have made it to the tall dark skinny tree, at least that’s what it seems to be. If I’ve told you all once Ill tell you again, the tree is not what it seems. The mouth at the bottom is not that of a tree, but that of a wolf. The one I’ve tried to warn you all about many times before. I’ve told these stories oh so many times before and I wish that you all had listened and done what you were told before it was to late.”
Fin
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
Secretly telling Secrets
A secret can ruin a relationship
0r hold one together
A secret can tear apart a friendship
0r make a new one
A secret can divide a room
0r bring several together
A secret can make a world a better place
0r turn it to ruins in its space
A secret can be changed, manipulated, poked, tweened, or molded.
0r it could stay the same
either way, something will happen. something will change.
what will it be?
no one really knows
There are some secrets that should be told.
There are some secrets that should be withheld from the world.
when some secrets run loose and wild, no one seems to notice
but with others, running wild is the last thing you want it to do.
So dont spread rumors.
cuz the next one could be about you.
its human nature to have secrets. maybe even change it along the way.
but make sure you pay attention to what is being said, cuz alot of the time, people misunderstand you and things get turned out of per portion.
what you once thought was something to do for good
turns out to be something that should never have been herd.
0r hold one together
A secret can tear apart a friendship
0r make a new one
A secret can divide a room
0r bring several together
A secret can make a world a better place
0r turn it to ruins in its space
A secret can be changed, manipulated, poked, tweened, or molded.
0r it could stay the same
either way, something will happen. something will change.
what will it be?
no one really knows
There are some secrets that should be told.
There are some secrets that should be withheld from the world.
when some secrets run loose and wild, no one seems to notice
but with others, running wild is the last thing you want it to do.
So dont spread rumors.
cuz the next one could be about you.
its human nature to have secrets. maybe even change it along the way.
but make sure you pay attention to what is being said, cuz alot of the time, people misunderstand you and things get turned out of per portion.
what you once thought was something to do for good
turns out to be something that should never have been herd.
Saturday, May 3, 2008
Within the lives
Within the lives of those
Who's hearts are wide and souls of gold
We begin to wonder
Whats new and whats old
From here to there
And there to here
We start to wonder were it ends
We question what we see and what we hear
It takes alot more to believe then it used to
We remember Orsen Wells, War of the worlds
We remember the 9/11, the Twin towers
What chaos it all caused
Both so different
The first was hardly questioned at all
The second people hardly believed
When a trusted friend makes a mistake
You forgive them without a second thought
When a old friend shows up with a cold hug
You fake a smile and go on with your night
When stress gets the best of you
You find a place to organize your thoughts
But when your thoughts are lost and theres no where to run to
What do you do then
Within the lives of those
Who's hearts are wide and souls of gold
We begin to wonder whats new and what is old
from here to there
and there to here
theres a path we take
along the way we find out
who we are
where we belong
what our point of living is
but all in all
Within the lives of those
who's hearts are wide and souls of gold
we still will always wonder
what is new and what is old
Who's hearts are wide and souls of gold
We begin to wonder
Whats new and whats old
From here to there
And there to here
We start to wonder were it ends
We question what we see and what we hear
It takes alot more to believe then it used to
We remember Orsen Wells, War of the worlds
We remember the 9/11, the Twin towers
What chaos it all caused
Both so different
The first was hardly questioned at all
The second people hardly believed
When a trusted friend makes a mistake
You forgive them without a second thought
When a old friend shows up with a cold hug
You fake a smile and go on with your night
When stress gets the best of you
You find a place to organize your thoughts
But when your thoughts are lost and theres no where to run to
What do you do then
Within the lives of those
Who's hearts are wide and souls of gold
We begin to wonder whats new and what is old
from here to there
and there to here
theres a path we take
along the way we find out
who we are
where we belong
what our point of living is
but all in all
Within the lives of those
who's hearts are wide and souls of gold
we still will always wonder
what is new and what is old
Thursday, May 1, 2008
The inconvenience of being a teenage girl
In my previous post, i mentioned stress.
well, i defined stress. But that doesn't cover the reason for putting that post.
In earlier events of this week, they have caused me to become very stressed. And something that was pointed out to me today, made me think. i was telling my issues to one of my friends, and he said " wow. worrying really is a girl thing" and to tell you the truth, i can completly agree with that. now, by saying that i am in no way at all saying that guys DONT worry.
the fact of the matter is is that girls worry about much smaller things, and the big things, but smaller things seem to wind themselves into their worry cycle as well, causing emotional and physical break downs.
For me, my stress is simply related to me worrying about ALL the small things and ALL the big things.
worrying about making everyone happy, about making sure things go as planned, things with guys, finding out who i am, grades, AC, AWSI, homework, were my socks are, weather or not i will have a chance to do all my homework,what everyone is thinking of me, and yadda yadda yadda.
people have told me not to worry so much, and not to worry specially hard about what everyone els thinks of me.
which for me, sadly, is something i cant seem to ignore. No matter how hard i seem to try, that is always something i worry about.
But, no matter how hard things get, its always just that much easier having my friends there for me.
Your friends will know you better in the first minute you meet than your acquaintances will know you in a thousand years.
-Richard Bach
Don't walk in front of me, I may not follow; Don't walk behind me, I may not lead; Walk beside me, and just be my friend.
-Albert Camus
“A friend is someone who helps you up when you're down, and if they can't, they lay down beside you and listen.”“A friend is someone who understands your past, believes in your future, and accepts you just the way you are.”
“Truly great friends are hard to find, difficult to leave, and impossible to forget.”
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