tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10892107150249291202024-03-12T22:29:41.712-04:00As The Sun Shines...Live Life. Laugh Often. Love Unconditionally.D.A.L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434961214987389332noreply@blogger.comBlogger163125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089210715024929120.post-48495437777076023452010-11-10T21:45:00.004-05:002010-11-10T21:57:30.778-05:00Comming Soon!<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I have written a short story for my creative writing class. I will post it once I edit my dialog in it (because it isn't very good right now). I will probably post it in a week or so!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">:] Deana</span>D.A.L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434961214987389332noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089210715024929120.post-24259421304233935262010-09-27T19:29:00.000-04:002010-10-04T19:32:21.581-04:00An Ode To Fall :]<span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">It's fall once more as summer leaves turn red,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Brilliant colors across a changing world,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">We slay orange bodies, scoop out all in sight,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Our glowing pumpkins cast their ghoulish light,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"> With glitter wings and wands or witches hats,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Our colorful costumes set out tonight,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">The many mazes getting lost in corn,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">and hayrides fill our autumn days with joy,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">On chilly evenings filled with icy scorn,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"> A mug of steaming cider warms my toes,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">It's time for giving thanks and tasty feasts,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">of pumpkin pies and candied apples red,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">It's time for overcoats and warm scarves too,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">And boots with tights and more fun things to do. </span>D.A.L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434961214987389332noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089210715024929120.post-41006604552651954552010-09-19T19:23:00.001-04:002010-10-04T19:28:39.686-04:00Do You Remember?<span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Do You Remember?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Remember that time,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">we armed ourselves with misguided lies,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">ready to bring destruction upon the innocent.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Do You Remember?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Remember our wounds,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">as we dressed them and set out,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">ready for more of the Devil's work.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Do You Remember?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Remember our tears,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">upon seeing the destruction,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">and realizing sometimes we aren't right.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Do You Remember?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Remember the blood,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">as we picked up each marred, red-skinned body,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">to lay them in a glorified heap,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">and felt sorrow at the damage we caused.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Do You Remember?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Remember our hands,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">as we washed them again and again,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">continuously again, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">as if it somehow could remove our constant guilt.</span>D.A.L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434961214987389332noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089210715024929120.post-59655905182864152692010-09-19T19:10:00.001-04:002010-10-04T19:34:29.856-04:00Return<span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Moonlight on my windowpane,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"> The scent of you always the same,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"> The frigid cold whispers icy death,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"> over my shivering body.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"> How I long for your return,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"> Your warmth that devours me,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"> Your kiss that sends shock waves down,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"> to my nearly frostbitten toes.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"> You,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"> You,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"> Oh why must you go?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"> Return quickly silent lover,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"> for winter continues on while you're gone,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"> And you know,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"> I cannot take the cold,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"> So return again,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"> to leave again,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"> and to return.</span>D.A.L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434961214987389332noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089210715024929120.post-43216708057052834572010-09-14T20:37:00.000-04:002010-10-04T19:09:46.683-04:00Will You Dare?<span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">The scent of your skin lingers here in this room,<br />as if your presence had never parted,<br />I can still feel your fingers tangled up in mine,<br />Who would have known we would end up like this,<br />after all out tiresome fights and lonely nights,<br />to then embrace in true lover's kiss.<br /><br />It's not how perfect you always seem to look,<br />when your eyes with something deeper than fondness,<br />are looking back at me,<br />or even the way I cover up my face,<br />in all its imperfections.<br /><br />It's not about the days,<br />hours,<br />minutes.<br />seconds.<br /><br />But I count them religiously until I see you again,<br />Infatuation? Obsession?<br />Devoted attention? Will you stay?<br />Or will you dare?<br /><br />Dare to lost that close connection,<br />like you did that once,<br />with an unanswered call,<br />and the next time,<br />again and again,<br />never ceasing to end.<br /><br />But I can't lose you,<br />I won't, I can't, I refuse,<br />Don't try and diffuse this flame,<br />You were to blame,<br />But not again,<br />and again,<br />again.<br /></span>D.A.L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434961214987389332noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089210715024929120.post-75880965820921194482010-03-06T22:07:00.003-05:002010-03-06T22:12:03.574-05:00Falling To Pieces<span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">The distance is ripping,<br />Tearing my heart,<br />I'm trying to keep myself together,<br />But I'm falling apart.<br /><br />The miles are overwhelming,<br />Each city you pass is killing me,<br />I want to run after you,<br />Why do you have to leave?<br /><br />I need your touch,<br />Your thirty minute distance,<br />Your arms around me,<br />Your comforting glances.<br /><br />I don't want to give up,<br />I want to carry on,<br />Two months is short,<br />But the journey is long.<br /><br />I'm afraid and scared,<br />Don't know what to do with myself,<br />I need your constant support,<br />Or I can't make it through this hell.<br /></span>D.A.L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434961214987389332noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089210715024929120.post-87223135112550622122010-03-06T22:05:00.002-05:002010-03-06T22:07:52.559-05:00Soon<span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">It's ripping,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">And tearing,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Pulling at the seams,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">And my head is spinning,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">My heart- it screams,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Screams for you to be right here,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Two months isn't long,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">But it feels like a year,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">And I miss you,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">I need you,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">I don't do well on my own,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Please come back home,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Soon.</span>D.A.L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434961214987389332noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089210715024929120.post-91701505631659551002010-02-25T00:22:00.001-05:002010-02-25T00:22:53.943-05:00Please Stay<span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Sweet serendipity, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Oh remarkable boy, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">The hold you have on me, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">I am overjoyed, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">But the question engraved in me, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Still lingers, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">In the back of my ever doubtful, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">And wandering mind, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Am I ready to fall again? </span><br /> <br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Fall to another one's grasps, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Left to the fate of those incandescent eyes, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">That could either be the key, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">To my euphoric wonderland, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Or a hell of a demise. </span><br /> <br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">I am easily twisted up in one's cleverly crafted words, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">They are played throughout in my mind, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">As if they were original penned by him, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">And who knows maybe, quite possibly, they are. </span><br /> <br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">But oh, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">He is fine, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">And I do find that I unwind, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Deep in the grasps of his comforting arms. </span><br /> <br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Could this possibly lead me astray? </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">From my sweet tooth's possible decay, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Of this pure bliss that seems endless, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">What happens if it should disappear? </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">I suppose I'll be left with a cavity, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Far too soon for the young spirit, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Of these short but drawn out years. </span><br /> <br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Can I afford to be in such a mess? </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">For his touch seems worth all the rest, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">His smile and persuasive smile, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Captivates me, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">The butterflies inside. </span><br /> <br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Does he know I feel like this? </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">I do believe he does, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">And if I had it my own way, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">He would not leave. </span><br /> <br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Please stay. </span>D.A.L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434961214987389332noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089210715024929120.post-12218079746391845532010-02-09T20:19:00.001-05:002010-11-10T21:59:23.330-05:00She Is One Bodacious Babe :)<p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">So today in Biology we started watching Fern Gully! We are watching the second half tomorrow. (I'm pretty excited!) Anyways it is great because it made me laugh. </p><p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Favorite lines of the movie (so far!):</p><p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Zach: "No no, cool means hot."</p><p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Chrysta: "What?"</p><p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Zach: "Yeah. You know, bodacious, bad, tubular.."</p><p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Batty: "Awesome use of the language dude." (Said sarcastically*)</p><p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Zach: "As in.. you are one bodacious babe." (Said in some "cool guy" manner)<br /></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Chrysta: "And that's good, I mean, cool."</p><p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Zach: "Yeah, we're communicating now."</p><p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Chrysta: "Tubular.."<br /></p><p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">HAH! LOVE IT :) peace, love, I'm outta here till later :D</p><p><img src="http://www.firebaugh.com/FDA/Courses/CS.120/Week.13/Lect25.www/FernGully1.JPG" mce_src="http://www.firebaugh.com/FDA/Courses/CS.120/Week.13/Lect25.www/FernGully1.JPG" align="left" height="240" width="320" /></p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Interesting way to introduce yourselves don't you think? Hehe :)</span>D.A.L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434961214987389332noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089210715024929120.post-66016567011709246602010-02-03T22:25:00.004-05:002010-02-03T22:43:52.196-05:00Trippy Music Video! Hah.<span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">So I have been on a desperate search to find this really trippy music video that I saw a month or so ago but could not remember what it was called! It was driving me crazy. I finally about after like 2 days remembered two of the words out of the title. I searched it on youtube and it came up as the first song! Success! So here it is in all its trippy glory :) Enjoy!<br /><br />http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X1F8izLoE8U<br /></span>D.A.L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434961214987389332noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089210715024929120.post-1654361916302896392010-01-29T10:15:00.000-05:002010-02-03T20:18:59.821-05:00We Gather Jars<span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">I have many nice jars, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">All sparkling in a row on my shelf, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Lined up like the books above them, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Each kept safely out of harm’s way, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">With no intentions on returning them, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">These jars are not mine, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">These jars have been stolen, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">The culprit- none other than I, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Deviously I took one by one, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Thinking the glass would always sparkle and thrive, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">My collection started scarce, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">It then began to grow, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">For my shelf would be quickly filled, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">“This one looks good” I thought, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">As I received my very first jar, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Until things went amiss, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">I hurried to gather more, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Greedily I thought, “Maybe this one will do, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Ah, Indeed it looks better”, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">However, this one was also askew, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">My desire sought out another, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">My shelf was slowly losing space, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">I stepped back to take a look, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">At all my pretty jars I’d obtained, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">All neatly row by row, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">I was terribly shocked, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">When I realized what I’d done, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Each jar was filled with precious life, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Still pumping it’s fresh, red blood, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">I had plundered so many, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Brought them destruction and strife, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">I had bought out each one of their jars, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">At any risky price, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">I felt so sad for all those jars, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Wishing I could give them back, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">And panic set in when I scanned the shelves, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">And could not find my own, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">The jar that had my name on it, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">With a gold, glittery pen, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Was nowhere to be found, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">And I ‘d give anything for my jar, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">If it only could be done. </span>D.A.L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434961214987389332noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089210715024929120.post-57726374583724859142010-01-27T09:17:00.005-05:002010-01-27T23:48:42.851-05:00Make-over & A New Poem<span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">So actually I didn't go and delete my other blog but I don't know how much I'll be posting on there anymore. Or if I change my mind and actually do delete it. Oh and I finally wrote a new poem. It was a good way to get out what I was feeling. I haven't been really able to understand God's hand in all of it. It still doesn't make sense to me and it's still really hard to deal with since the knowledge is so fresh in my mind. Anyways more later and here it is! (The poem that is)<br /><br />"Frustration"<br />I have some anger,<br />So much pain bottled up,<br />Should I release it?<br />Or save it for something else?<br /><br />Why do we have to suffer?<br />Why is this world messed up?<br />Why am I the one to deal with this?<br />The one that wants to give up.<br /><br />I want to punch a wall,<br />Or scream at the top of my lungs.<br />I want to let go of this hurt,<br />But it's my thriving drug.<br /><br />Drug that numbs my bitterness,<br />Am I cynical?<br />Maybe I am,<br />I want to jump off the edge,<br />Just to feel alive again.<br /><br />Thought my blog needed an long overdue makeover! :)<br />more to come latah gatah!<br /><br />-Peace, Love & Baby Ducks :)<br /></span>D.A.L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434961214987389332noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089210715024929120.post-43882727777901773262010-01-25T09:07:00.006-05:002010-01-25T09:39:06.056-05:00Updates!<span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">So I'm gonna close down my other blog I think and journal on here too as well as still posting poetry. But anyways here is what's new I guess. I love this website called Stumble Upon because it is great and I've found some neat stuff like: www.hellopoetry.com</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"><br />Oh and I also love this website called TED! It's really neat so I think you should check it out. It's quite wonderful.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"><br />Anyways other than that, everything else has been basically the s</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">ame. Wake up, school, eat, more school, eat, homework, sleep (maybe). Repeat. Blah I'm so interesting. I haven't had much time for anything else lately which stinks because I miss my best friend. ARG! <-- hehe. I haven't hung out with Becca Wilson in forever. I miss her like crazy and this weekend is booked except for Sundays (which on Sunday she can't usually hang out = frowny face). So I'm hoping we can hang out soon. It's making me sad not being able to have time to hang out. I'm gonna call her tonight. I need that closeness back, that reconnection because it is really important to me. OH and... I finally made a decision! Not gonna cheer next year. Yep not gonna do it. It's not </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">worth all the stress, bad grades, bad GPA, tiredness, crankiness and putting up with people that either offend me, are rude to me, or push the right buttons on me to where it takes away from</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"> me enjoying the game. And my coaches don't seem to like me</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">. I also want to focus more on my schoolwork, art and literature. Yep. There's that.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Anyways a few pics of good memories of last time I hung out with Becca! She's</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"> so pretty. I love my best friend.</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmZas0OHS9qVDBj5dm_yd4inYX_EXnky7ny0wDIFUKqU0mECi-5xjC03Qs9DdWyQDPgGwHvJBNwNXhFRLdj_Cg2j1dHCtdqpS7pC7UopKGwlyAmWQHoJ7we_7WBwgpwLoINwUgBcwzijE/s1600-h/1129091626a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmZas0OHS9qVDBj5dm_yd4inYX_EXnky7ny0wDIFUKqU0mECi-5xjC03Qs9DdWyQDPgGwHvJBNwNXhFRLdj_Cg2j1dHCtdqpS7pC7UopKGwlyAmWQHoJ7we_7WBwgpwLoINwUgBcwzijE/s320/1129091626a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430685995843306626" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLAE87G1PqsHOVTp8WQg48LEQDppDsOIIBLq0alfhdzTPvDpn7wqtcf1TeKoThkxuVKwOy5gxEdsjpc1HfgTswoM8vRcwlY4OLuGiu-kkbkKTHh417_w_WEAzR0xu-rs8P7cHvQ4f0Lps/s1600-h/1129091628c.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLAE87G1PqsHOVTp8WQg48LEQDppDsOIIBLq0alfhdzTPvDpn7wqtcf1TeKoThkxuVKwOy5gxEdsjpc1HfgTswoM8vRcwlY4OLuGiu-kkbkKTHh417_w_WEAzR0xu-rs8P7cHvQ4f0Lps/s320/1129091628c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430686607449687714" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyt_CWbcL1TRF2FnTNCeCYbLG7zV6GRaNKT6ydlURD3kKlmaSXYTeZLKdl95ACpgs0Rs0MK3fvRqYAFKm2cpqhl15il0-eEIM0AUU9YbqzqC_i4XPRF70RG5pKF-VHTLLibYlCQyIxLks/s1600-h/1129091626.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyt_CWbcL1TRF2FnTNCeCYbLG7zV6GRaNKT6ydlURD3kKlmaSXYTeZLKdl95ACpgs0Rs0MK3fvRqYAFKm2cpqhl15il0-eEIM0AUU9YbqzqC_i4XPRF70RG5pKF-VHTLLibYlCQyIxLks/s320/1129091626.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430685454754515474" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"></span></div>D.A.L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434961214987389332noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089210715024929120.post-14943664969145927612010-01-25T08:40:00.002-05:002010-01-25T08:44:55.336-05:00I'm So Very Sorry<span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">To my dearest and loving dad,<br />An apology more than deserving,<br />To say how deeply sorry I am.<br />For the rebellion I have had,<br />For my anger and my bitterness,<br />For pushing you away,<br />For all the times I've hurt you,<br />Without understanding your pain,<br />We've both been hurting for a long time,<br />And you by far more than me,<br />I never have hated you,<br />It was just my cry of being lonely,<br />I'm sorry for my defensive side,<br />And always putting up a fight,<br />I'm sorry for the hurt I've caused,<br />I only want to now make things right,<br />I know sometimes you can't even look at me,<br />I can hardly blame you,<br />I hope you'll except my apology,<br />I mean it from the depths of my heart,<br />No matter what we've been through,<br />I admire you for your strength and heart,<br />And I deeply love you.<br /></span>D.A.L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434961214987389332noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089210715024929120.post-43050219707353985012010-01-23T17:41:00.003-05:002010-01-23T17:48:44.426-05:00I Am An Island & She Is Only A Dolphin<span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">She doesn't like to see a frown,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">She only accepts a smile,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">But I can't help it if I frown,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">More than once in a while.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">She doesn't like any bad words,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Not even ones like "crap",</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">But I can't help that we're not the same,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Maybe I should rap?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">She doesn't understand me half the time,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">She only knows herself,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">But I can't help that I am different,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Because I am myself.</span>D.A.L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434961214987389332noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089210715024929120.post-63260589256193813022009-12-18T00:41:00.000-05:002010-01-03T18:23:31.843-05:00For You I Fell<span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">You are kind and true,<br />I've fallen hard for you,<br />Your soothing words,<br />A comfort to my soul,<br />Your love is so unique,<br />You're more valuable than gold,<br />A glorious treasure in which I hold,<br />Your my greatest weakness,<br />My love I cannot withhold,<br />For I love you far too much,<br />You're everything and more,<br />It's all I have for you to take,<br />And nothing would make me happier,<br />Than forever being with you,<br />Because I know my love,<br />Is a mutual love,<br />For you truly love me too.<br /></span>D.A.L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434961214987389332noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089210715024929120.post-13982362396383266532009-12-11T14:49:00.000-05:002010-01-03T18:15:17.027-05:00<span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Third song I've written but sadly I don't remember the tune I made up to it :(<br /><br />Verse One:<br />You stole a vital piece of me,<br />That pumps my blood endlessly,<br />That gives my soul wings to fly,<br />Your my demise and alibi,<br />So sweet to the touch on the outside,<br />But burns my fragile hands,<br />That slowly weather and dry,<br />From lack of another's warm hands to hold,<br />I used to be pure sparkling gold<br /><br />Chorus:<br />A tragedy we'll always be,<br />Of intricate simplicity,<br />Broken hearts and shattered wings,<br />A kiss from you reviving me,<br />From a tattered and torn eternity<br /><br />Verse Two:<br />You smolder me with one look,<br />You offered your heart in which I took,<br />Am I consuming your heart too?<br />Just because you are my glue,<br />To carve your heart like mine was done to me.<br />No, it's not true, this cannot be<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Chorus:<br />A tragedy we'll always be,<br />Of intricate simplicity,<br />Broken hearts and shattered wings,<br />A kiss from you reviving me,<br />From a tattered and torn eternity (2x)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"><br /><br /><br /></span>D.A.L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434961214987389332noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089210715024929120.post-86116808250222174132009-12-11T14:38:00.000-05:002010-01-03T18:07:01.217-05:00Among The Leaves<span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Second song I've written. It's sarcastically depressing haha. Hope you like it :)<br /><br />Verse One:<br />Pick me up from where I lie,<br />The cold wind blows and the lilies sigh,<br />A place from home,<br />My heart it sings,<br />And darling, you're always here.<br />Haunting my dreams, And so I must sing...<br /><br />Chorus:<br />La la la, la la la,<br />La la la, la la la,<br />La la la la la la,<br />La la la, la-aah,<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">La la la, la la la,<br />La la la, la la la,<br />La la la la la la,<br />La la la-aah</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Verse Two:<br />Fill my heart with things I dream,<br />Although you tell me we are not to be,<br />You're holding her,<br />My head's pounding,<br />And darling, your presence here,<br />Still haunts me, And so I must scream...<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Chorus:<br />La la la, la la la,<br />La la la, la la la,<br />La la la la la la,<br />La la la, la-aah,<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">La la la, la la la,<br />La la la, la la la,<br />La la la la la la,<br />La la la-aah</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"><br /><br />Bridge:<br />Now I sit here,<br />Among the leaves,<br />They weep for me,<br />I continue to sing....<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Chorus:<br />La la la, la la la,<br />La la la, la la la,<br />La la la la la la,<br />La la la, la-aah,<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">La la la, la la la,<br />La la la, la la la,<br />La la la la la la,<br />La la la-aah... (2x)</span>D.A.L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434961214987389332noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089210715024929120.post-11447726754330383752009-11-30T17:39:00.001-05:002010-01-03T17:42:59.413-05:00Rebellious Sinner<span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">I lift my hands up,<br />They're worn from defeat,<br />Acts of rebellion,<br />Are poisoning me,<br />My blemished hands,<br />None want to see,<br />A disgrace to the one,<br />Who wants to heal me,<br />I am numb at broken promises,<br />Disgusted in my weakness,<br />The dark one's plots are relentless,<br />They harbor upon my laddened soul,<br />Of imperfection and sin untold.<br /><br /></span>D.A.L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434961214987389332noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089210715024929120.post-10302464885412625342009-11-30T17:32:00.002-05:002010-01-03T17:39:49.900-05:00A sinner's plea<span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">A wretched creature,<br />I am, I am,<br />Bound in my own chains.<br />By the devil's hands,<br />My soul he hungers,<br />To ruin me,<br />His venomous lies,<br />Poison my being.<br /><br />He tempts me with lust,<br />A promising disguise,<br />To watch me fall again,<br />To mock my soul's cries,<br />Hurling self-worth,<br />He spits in my face,<br />Telling me I'm unworthy,<br />Of infinite grace.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span>I look down at my hands,<br />And down to my feet,<br />Chains I have made,<br />Shows a spirit of defeat,<br />Is his grace even big enough,<br />To save a sinner like me?<br /><br />I look at his wrists,<br />And the blood-soaked tree,<br />My chains fell off,<br />My soul set free,<br />His look of pure love,<br />Seems too good to be.<br /><br />For such a wretched creature,<br />Someone like me,<br />For a wretched creature,<br />I am, I am.<br /></span>D.A.L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434961214987389332noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089210715024929120.post-40686214274527929322009-11-20T08:43:00.004-05:002009-11-23T18:59:51.999-05:00Marriage<span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Dysfunctional are we,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">As pots of clay,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Imperfect and molded,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">By the words of mere men,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">That shape our wants and desires from within,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">How foolish though is the man that is he,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">His destiny chosen by someone's beliefs,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">When he is a symphony awaiting to be played,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">In perfect harmony,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">To make his debut,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Each note sounded out in perfect accord to each word,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">He chooses his scenery, his passion, his love,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">For she fits him,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Molds to him to complete the piece,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">That the one who was molding left out,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">A delicate mystery of how he found her,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Her nimble hands as she sewed back,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">The buttons upon his favorite tweed jacket,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Or the way her eyes seemed to glisten,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">When he smiled to her before leaving the shop,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Her dark, soft hair fitting the picture perfectly,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Engraved upon his mind,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Though years it did take to find the right one,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">His finishes his work, his piece,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">The job is done,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">And the new pot of fine clay,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Is molded with her,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">And they become one.</span>D.A.L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434961214987389332noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089210715024929120.post-66494596961398521072009-11-20T08:33:00.003-05:002009-11-23T18:59:08.430-05:00These Warriors<span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">The beat of the old drums echoes in my ears,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Their sound has been remodeled, refashioned,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Into gun fires and explosions,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">A cynical melody,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">A symphony of unnerving sound,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">The play their tune upon the lives of others,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">These warriors play a part of the piece too,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Walking the reddened fields,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">I am struck by the sight,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Each marred face and blood soaked body,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">As I continue walking on,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Their eyes still intense with their efforts & passion,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">To protect their homeland but not in vain,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">My searching eyes wonder at how they accomplish such a task,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Of violent brutality and heart shattering pain,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Yet they still manage to have some strength,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Down to even the very last second,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">As I walk these hallowed grounds once again,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">I am reminded of their selfless act,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">That allows me to be standing now,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Where I am.</span>D.A.L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434961214987389332noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089210715024929120.post-50861572160492539082009-11-11T23:19:00.002-05:002009-11-11T23:24:20.227-05:00Reward<span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Subliminal, Passionate,<br />Your love is true,<br />Such unselfish kindness,<br />I find in you.<br /><br />Such joy and wonder,<br />Flowing through my veins,<br />My heart is racing and,<br />Cannot contain this blissful feeling,<br />Whimsical- I fall for you,<br />Uniquely fashioned,<br />Is what I love about you.<br /><br />You never take,<br />Nor ask,<br />Nor use or abuse,<br />You just love me recklessly- endlessly,<br />I muse.<br /><br />What did I do,<br />To deserve a love so pure,<br />Is this a reward for waiting,<br />Until I met you?<br /></span>D.A.L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434961214987389332noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089210715024929120.post-55251966332324093762009-11-04T09:39:00.005-05:002009-11-23T18:58:25.013-05:00The Fallen<div><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">So I had to write a poem for my AP Language & Compostion class & this is what I came up with. Hope you like it :)</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">The wounded are down</span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">The sick, the bleeding,</span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">None to pick them up,</span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Another man of "righteousness",</span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Passes them by for they are,</span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Filthy,</span></div><div> <span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Dirty,</span></div><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"> Worthless.</span><br /><br /><div><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Blemished on the outside,</span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Just as we are within,</span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">The colorless clouds close in and around,</span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Disgrace,</span></div><div> <span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Disgust,</span></div><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"> Disapproval,</span><br /><div><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"> A frown.<br /><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">The wind sighs at the thought,</span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Of our careless pretenses,</span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Our clouded objectives,</span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Our morals given little thought,</span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Wrapped up in ourselves, we are selfish,</span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">Engorged in ourselves,<br />Our desires,<br /> Passions.<br /><br />We leave them lying,<br />On the stone-paved, cold, gray pavement,<br />Of cobblestone and rough cement,<br />Between the boulevard of the broken,<br />The avenue of the reckless,<br />The December night starts start to dim out,<br />The black midnight moon darkens,<br />As another one falls,<br />With no one to help him,<br />Up,<br /> On,<br /> His,<br /> Feet.<br /><br />This bleak town looks down on them,<br />Ashamed of their presence,<br />The dead winter leaves mourn the proud one's haughty glances,<br />Who will pick these beloved up?<br />Save them?<br /> Defend them?<br /><br />Or will they be left to suffer in silence,<br />Unable to save themselves,<br />As we all once were,<br /> Are,<br /> Will always be.<br /></span></div>D.A.L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434961214987389332noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1089210715024929120.post-37909985613282957852009-10-23T00:58:00.001-04:002009-11-11T16:40:39.991-05:00Clay<span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">I am vulnerable,<br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">I am weak,<br />I have scars that run deep.<br /><br />I wish to fill,<br />Each empty crack,<br />With love like glue,<br />Keep me intact.<br /><br />I am a broken,<br />Pot of clay,<br />To be remolded,<br />After each decay.<br /></span></span>D.A.L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/11434961214987389332noreply@blogger.com0