The Passerby

There once was a man sitting near the street
Laiden with sorrow, looking at his feet
He noticed a peculiar passerby
And couldn't help but wonder why
This person stood out today.

Then he realized, with some shock
The direction this person seemed to walk
Toward him? Is that possible?
He, the lonely one who spend his days watching the clock
When this passerby reached him, they began to talk
Simple conversation, but soon it evolved
And the man could tell
This person wanted his sorrow to be solved

Why should she care?
Of the things on his mind, she must not be aware.
Because the things he had done would certainly scare
Her away. Wouldn't they?
This passerby seemed to somehow know him well
Had they spoken before? He could hardly tell.

Everyone felt so distant in this lonely one's eyes
As if they were all wearing some disguise
He remembered this girl,
Somehow... but from what?
All he remembers doing is sitting in that spot...

Still she seemed to know about his life
And... care... about him? Yes.
Then it came. He did know her.
And he remembers telling her she was once a cure
A cure from some other rough time that he had
She noticed his realization, and thought "Ok, now this wont be so bad."

Or did she only imagine it?
Does he really remember?
She feels the distance from him
Just as he feels it from the world.
Would that ever change back?
Would that friendship she so enjoyed
Ever cease to lack?

She can only hope
And try her best
To remind him she cares
And make the bond last

She knows how close they had been, not long ago
And is slightly confused as to how it changed so.
How, in so little a time, had he distanced himself?
Should she let it go?
NO. She refuses to put her feelings to the shelf.

She would keep trying
Keep praying too -- and all the while thinking
"I believe it will come back... even if now I'm only a Passerby to you."

Unceasingly (Little Mottos)

Never regret something that once made you smile
Remember tears need to come every once in a while
Remind your friends how much you care
That if they ever need someone, you'll be there
You know they'd do the same for you
Each time you thank them their love grows too

Little mottos, tiny ponderings
Scribbled sentences of my mind's wonderings
Favorite sayings and things to live by
If you ask how I'm so happy I'll say this is why

I laugh. Unceasingly.
Laughing is like hugs, fixes everything
Cure. Period. Laughter is amazing.

I write. Unceasingly.
My passion, my everything.
Whenever I need to sort feelings out
Or let them free and let my heart shout
I turn to my pen
Again, and again.

I SING! Unceasingly.
Life is a musical
Music rejuvinates the soul
One can only smile, bright eyed, when this wonderful thing
Comes from themselves
From inside their own heart

I believe. Unceasingly.
Believe it will all turn out ok,
Even when I fall apart
I know healing will come to any broken heart
Believing makes up most of my hope, which keeps me glad

I love. Unceasingly.
Sisters, friends, aquantences, passions
Life...
I never stop loving, no not once
And I tell those I love of my care when I get the chance

I LIVE. Unceasingly.
Really and truly give it my all
To enjoy life, have a ball
All these things I do Unceasingly
A few things that make me...

Laugh. Write. Sing. Believe. Love. Live.
Unceasingly. Definition: constant, continuous, without stopping, always
That is how I live, how I stay happy

I Am Today

I Am Today
Verse One:
Don't think, just feel, don't feel just do
Be someone else because it sucks to be you
Nothing matters, no one cares
That's just life, full of tears [like 'rip', not 'cry']
It doens't matter how you live
Soon you wont have much else to give
Poppycock! There's always something more there
To change your life you must be the one to dare!

Verse Two:
These are the thoughts inside my head
Not just trite words that I prefer to be said
All experiences are what help make me
No nonsense drama can overtake me
I'll write my book, it's my pen
And I will never need complain
Everything that happens I know I need
You may call me a dreamer, but I don't care!

Chorus:
You are today, you make or break it
Though some may say it's best to fake it
All these colors are thrown at you
You must choose what next to do
You hold the brush, this is your painting
You command the picture!

Bridge:
But I too have those moments when life brings me down
And I feel I can't go any lower in the ground
Then you ask how I am, with an "are you ok" and I respond
I am today!

Ending verse/ altered chorus:
I am today, I make or break it
I can promise you I never fake it
I live each day try to make things right
The artwork changes with each new light
I hold the brush, this is my painting
I command the picture.

[Chorus again]

AND NOW!..... for the duet version, because Gordo said he might come back for this one

I Am Today [Duet Version]

Verse One:
(Person 1) Don't think, just feel, don't feel, just do
Be someone else because it sucks to be you
Nothing matters, no one cares
That's just life, full of tears [again, not 'teers']
It doesn't matter how you live
Soon you wont have much else to give
(Person 2) Poppycock! There's always something more there
To change your life you must be the one to dare!

Verse Two:
(Person 2) These are the thoughts inside my head
Not just trite words that I prefer to be said
All experiences are what help make me
No nonsense drama can overtake me
(Both Peoples) I'll write my book, it's my pen
And I will never need complain
Everything that happens I know I need
You may call me a dreamer, but I don't care!

Chorus:
(Person 2) You are today, you make or break it
Though some may say it's best to fake it
All these colors are thrown at you
You must choose what next to do
You hold the brush, this is your painting
You command the picture!

Bridge:
(Person 1) I still have those moments when life brings me down
And I feel I can't go any lower in the ground
Then you ask how I am, with an "are you ok" and I respond
I am today!

Ending Verse/ Altered Chorus:
(Both Peoples) I am today, I make or break it
I can promise you I never fake it
I live each day try to make things right
The artwork changes with each new light
I hold the brush, this is my painting
I command the picture

[Chorus again, both people]

Hello Again

I think about you all the time
Time. If feels like it's been so long.
I wonder if you still trust me,
Still remember that I care
Care. More like carelessly. That's exactly how I let our friendship run through.
I never took the time to say those simple words to you...

I have a very small knowledge of how you feel today.
I remember when we talked a lot, and now I have this to say:
Hello again. I'm sorry we don't speak much.
I miss your pretty smile, your laughter, our good times.
What I'll try to say to you in not in prewritten lines
So I'm sorry if I stumble, or if this doesn't flow very well
Because exactly what I think now is a little hard to tell

I know it's an understatement
When I say you've been through a lot.
You're strong, and ya know...
There will always be a spot
In my friends and in my heart for you
I don't really know what to tell you, but I know this much is true:
I miss you. And I'm sorry it's taken me so long.
I love you friend, I'm sorry I've been gone.
<3

Adventure with Mr. Smooth and the Indescribable

This week has been super fun so far! On Monday and Tuesday we had consultation schedule at school, so we got out early. After I ate lunch I was heading to the band room, I turned the corner and... Oh hi Mr. Smooth! I gave him a hug, noticing Indescribable was with him, and then he kinda kept walking while still holding on to me. "Come with us!" (Oh, and this friend of Mr. Smooth's nickname is because he's just.. un-name-able, can't describe the guy, he's way cool though.)
Indescribable agreed "Yes I was just about to ask you to come myself."
"Oh, um ok! Where are we going?"
"To make TShirts" [Indescribable designed tshirts for drumline, they're pretty legit! :)]

So I was kinda sorta kindnapped, but I went willingly so not really. It was just spur of the moment. Really really spur of the moment. But, twas fun!
Indescribable had taken the middle seat out of his ...minivan(?) I asked him about it and he responded:

"It's so there's more room to party [pause...] interpret that how you will."
"Oooooooook!" Haha :)

We got the TShirts and Indescribable found some really swasome sunglasses, but he didn't end up buying them. They were pretty cool though.
Then we went back to the school...

Indescribable: "I'm drinking and driving! Hah!" [Don't worry, it was only soda... as far as I know.... ;)]
The graphics teacher wasn't there... then we went to Indescribable's house [picking up a free recliner on the way.. pretty sweet awesome right??] and had potstickers and fries.... yes, potstickers. And fries. Together. Shows the utterly funny randomness that is Indescribable. We watched some funny vids that Indescribable recorded, including one of himself and Mr. Smooth on the coolio raft they made. Motor and all! Except the motor made it so they need to license it, lame sauce.. though I don't know if they actually will... maybe eventually.

Golden Ignominy

She descends the steps of the prison
Arrayed in beauty, that glittering symbol upon her
And though she knows of the judgment and scorn
That came when they knew of her baby born
Her pride and confidence shine forth.

There she stands on the scaffold
Some silently staring
Some murmuring, glaring
She has prepared herself for this
And takes it all in.

Then he sees her
And she him
She, grateful for the crowd between them
Soon realizes she cannot avoid their meeting again.
Alone.

While her fear lingers
This mystery man curls his fingers
His temper he has practiced to own.
Yet learning the story of this maiden so fair
His revengeful voice sounds
He will be known!

As she stepped back into life
He shadowed behind searching for a clue
No one else knowing she was his wife
She fears for the other...
The father of her child
What’s a girl to do?

He finds the culprit
A penitent town minister
Now that he knows it, he’ll use it against her.

Or maybe
The revenge doesn’t regard her at all
Maybe it’s only the minister he feels must fall.
So pinching and prying he tortures that poor heart
It already hurt, the minister’s hand over it from the start.

During this ministers mutilation
Is the growth of the child, a strange creation
Outwardly perfect, beautiful, hence - Pearl
Though her actions portray her as some sort of elf-girl.

Toddler chanting
Revenge Aflame
She later visits
Who’s to blame?
Minister’s heart seething
Husband deformed
Her feelings still linger
Do his?
He’s torn.

Torn between her
His heart
His position
Should he run away?
Just avoid the collision?

This torn heart he has is attached to his people
The crowd who intently listens under the steeple
He knows if he doesn’t first detach himself from them, his heart will only tear more.

Final day.
End his preaching.
Yet with a flare
He’s still teaching!

Secret out.
Emotions run about.
His heart can’t take in any longer
Relieving that anguish didn’t make him much stronger.

Away from this world he ascends
Fully repented
He’s made amends.

Now what of she with that glitter letter?
For years she disappeared, no one met her
She returns later, once the story has simmered
But without the child which shimmered
And thus ends the tale of the Scarlet Letter
Though in that town no one would forget her.

I wrote this for an English project. Obvs, for the classic novel "The Scarlet Letter"

Forget hugs...

I'm going to attack you next time I see you!!



That's how I feel whenever I think about seeing any of my good friends. I just want to run up to them and give them a HUGENORMOUS hug! I love this pic, btw, I think it's so super duper uberdeedoober cute! Major hug attacking. Awesome.

Anywhoosen, life has been getting easier lately. A little less confuzzling, I think I've finally figured everything out. And of course, Scales helped, again =)

Her and I were talking in Weights the other day and she mentioned that she thinks a crush and liking someone are different things.... Here, on a scale of less feeling to more feeling:

1. Crush
2. Like
3. [or 2.5... it fits in here somewhere] Friend love
4. In love, but 'puppy love', or 'teenage love'. Not the absolute mostest. That's the next one...
5. In love. True love. The mostest. What you'd feel for a spouse, and no one else.

Scales helped me with just the first two, I'd figured out the others before. That helped me be a little less confuzzled... [thanks Bert!] here's the stats: 3 likes, and 2 crushes. Same people as the before 5.

Still Aflame

I write to you again as I read over those words
I did "silently walk away"
But I was too thick to see
How could I have forgotten, even for a second
What you mean to me?

I know I got caught up in life
I'm nowhere close to perfect
Why didn't I realize your hand was "outstretched still"?
Until your hand had dropped it hardly crossed my mind
And when I found what happened
I wished I would have noticed the whole time.

These words I've read over and over
I have them memorized...
That stopper which you made to extend the story of our lives
I didn't think that story would read quite this way
How do I feel about it?
It's hard to say

You brought out my passion for writing
For that I'll be ever in debt
You gave my life joy again when I had lost it
How much you helped me you don't even know, I bet

You lit up my life, and that fire you lit
Is still aflame in me, it never quit.

But your yearning heart, I forgot to see
Truly 'beating only for the thought of you and me"
I have this to ask:
What music has set you free?

I've let your outstretched hand sink
And with myself I'm not too happy
Because I made you think
"The flame has gone out in her"
So yours drifted to ash
I now wish I could find one flicker
To rekindle the fire that you thought clashed.

But if not...
I'll adjust my fire
Make this friendship a great one
My next hope is that you will as well
What the next page will read I cannot tell

Maybe the best way for me to be...
Is find a way to change my heart
And set it free...

My Box

I wrote this in seminary today, we were likening stuff.. gotta love Woodward's class =)
It's not my best by any means...

My life is like a box of chocolates
Overall, it's really good,
But every once in a while
I run into a nut that's hard to get through

These tough spots aren't ever all bad
They're meant to be there
[But that doesn't make them any easier to get through]
They contribute to the overall goodness of
My box

I like the dark chocolates...
The richer, more real parts of
My box

Sometimes I bite into something so good
A surprise, I didn't expect this...
Caramel, so sweet, so.... great
You are the caramel of
My box

All flavors
All tough spots
All the sweetness
I love my box ^_^