12/28/11

***I have so much I want to write on this, but the words escape me today. What feelings does this evoke in you?***


Stretched out
Tautly
corrugated
appearing wrinkle free

12/15/11

***It's amazing how much a day of singing can lift your mood! Here are some more quotes I stumbled upon recently that I really liked!***

"Words are like pebbles. Polish them too much and all you get are pebbles." - Bryce Courtenay

"If one does not recognize one's own worth, how can one appreciate the worth of another." - Yaakov Yosef

"A man is not old as long as he is seeking something." -Jean Rostand

"Great work is done by people who are not afraid to be great." - Fernando Flores

"Maturity of mind is the capacity to endure uncertainty." -John Finley

"I have memories but only a fool stores his past in the future." - David Gerrold

"There comes a point in many people's lives when they can no longer play the role they have chosen for themselves. When that happens we are like actors finding that someone has changed the play." - Brian Moore

"Forgiveness is the way to true health and happiness." - Gerald Jampolsky

"There are two kinds of light--the glow that illuminates and the glare that obscures." - James Thurbar

"If you escape from people too often, you wind up escaping from yourself." - Marvin Gate

Any of these quotes really strike you? Inspire you?

Descriptions

***An attempt at vivid descriptions. Trying to capture the essence or something characteristic of an individual in one sentence. What do you think?***

He had the yellowest teeth ever. Almost as if though to highlight his generous smile for the unfortunate few who hurried by.

The delicate tremor in her voice, reeled me in, as her voice soared through the sky.

His easygoing demeanor put the liberated breeze to shame.

The giggles frequently clogged her throat.

The only thing disgusting about him, was his perfection.

Her negativity was the root cause to her blistering personality.

His altruism was only surpassed by that of Mother Theresa.

Her sedentary nature had left its mark on the couch.

His ignorance put Sarah Palin to shame.

Her unacknowledged selflessness brought tears to my eyes, as I wondered when it would be appreciated for what what it was, selfish.

His shrieks threw me out of my skin.

Her neediness entrapped me, releasing toxins at the mere sight of her.

12/8/11- Disposable

***This space is reserved for some important background tidbit on what this is about;) Something super important that will help you understand. So did this help;)***

Don't flatter yourself
nor surround yourself with a false sense of security
Because as it so happens, we are all disposable.

With the exception of a lucky few,
Known to be recyclable- rebuilt as good as new
But only if someone cares enough to sort them
when they are thrown into the enormous pile of refuse

Some are easily categorized
--as plastic, glass, or metal cans

I'm not sure which is worse

To be disposed of so as to never reincarnate
Or to be one easily transformed into the next needed state




***Any thoughts? This actually touches upon a few different ideas.. What did you think it was about?***

Iced Tea

***I wrote this on 10/16/11 and no longer remember what it was about. You probably know more of what this is about than me. But I like something about it so enjoy:)***

Cliched shivers race up my spine
boldly challenging me to do something different
but with no one beside me
All I can do is gracefully close my eyes
As if though I don't care.

12/5/11- DRAFT

***Just this morning it was raining and I saw a man wearing sandals and shorts. Now as I look outside, the trees have been frost bitten and the grass covered in snow.***

You taught me that which I did not know, I knew not
Wagging your tail eagerly
regardless of whether a bone was thrown your way

Trouble [ ]ing

Ever have one of those days
where your thoughts are in constant flight
unable to sit still

music blasting loudly in an effort to drown them out
but how can you
when the thoughts themselves are indistinct
easily distracted by a flight of fantasy
or a sleight of hand

I read about about middle child syndrome
what it means to be a 90's kid,
looked up my ESL teacher,
listened to Bruno Mars,
ate ganache
checked facebook, my email
stared at customers around me,
texted,
edited papers for a friend,
worked on my personal statement,
looked at my browser history,
read the pros and cons of electronic books,
looked up ideas to inspire the muse within
looked up magical ice monsters in an attempt to find the largest of the bunch,
listened to a U of M professor talk about vampires,
read a Wikipedia article about Adler,
looked up Lazarus,
watched Once Upon a Time,
found the name of the movie Red Riding Hood
all within the past 3 hours.

Some would say I didn't accomplish a lot
But I beg to differ

Nevertheless,
I will my mind to peace
to be quiet for long enough to allow me to focus
but it's too late
My undisciplined mind has already tasted freedom