I can never remember little things that make me happiest sometimes so here goes... Thunderstorms at 5:00 in the morning Singin with soul or in other words SANGIN! Sidewalk chalk Nothing to do- this one goes either way but sometimes boredom to me is liberating Mom cut my PB and J in squares today like the good ole days That insta-soap stuff that removes 99.9 percent of bacteria and dissolves right in ur hands Bonding with my hammock Feeling the actual "cush" in my new running shoes Those thing...

Little circles forming little rings inside my head And intertwining 'round my thoughts of all those words that you had said Brushing up on all the pieces of the puzzle that I knew Would fit together perfectly once I knew that I'd found you The brilliant dance of our intelligence combined to form the line That divided hurt inside your dreams to mold your heart with mine It continued in a pattern forming rows of innocence Being free to cross our conscious paths with utter confidence But the pat...

I meet your shadow in the dark When the moonlight’s going crazy And all the birds continue singin’ While the world is being lazy That’s the time I love you most Just want to hold you to my heart And whisper stories in your ears About these times we’ve been apart But until then my friend We’ve got to go our separate way And find the light that’s sure to guide Your silhouette to me someday And if it is the real thing O, the Lord can only know To turn the shadows into sunlight Just so I can see ...

She did not want to believe a word he said. But she listened. She listened hard to his soft words, spilling from his lips. The lips she once desired to kiss. The lips that spoke the words that pierced her soul each time. The aching pain within her heart wanted her to move far far away from the place she was now held captive. But she listened. She listened with everything she had to everything he wanted. Everything being her. She did not budge. She sat there lonely though in the company of a m...

She stands alone in silence As the tears fall down her face With the crowds of people at her side They sing Amazing Grace She shutters as they walk right by Her hands clenched at her side Why did they send him into war Her only son had died She watches as they fold his flag And set it on the lid She wishes only one more thing To save the work he did While people trembled next to her All she could to was hope That another sunny day would come And that would help her cope If this is where the w...

He took a deep breath Into an idle mess Walking in circles Watching the people Pass him by And with every faded sigh A man in a trench coat Caught his eye Believing is seeing Believe it or not We all ask why A million times A million times And when it's over He's shrugging his shoulders Over some wine He contemplates the day Over clouds of white and gray Wakes up in the morning Without any warning That the day has turned to night And to listen to the word That he swears He's already heard He ...

Last night she stood on the porch Her little hand waving patterns in the air Back and forth he watched it go Leaving wasn't something he had planned But he must, it's best for them both She thinks about the memory of playing in the sand With her shovel and her bucket by the sea He wonders in this very moment what he will lose Watching her stand there in confusion Is this happening for a reason I'm sure I don't know what's going on This needed to happen I'm sure I don't know what's going on He...

Come here little boy Why are you angry You leave no room for sorrow You're halfway gone Come here little girl Why are you lonely You search for your home but You're already there Come here all you people Why are you jaded You need to look around you You're in all of us

Ok this is gonna be a longwinded rant so just be warned School is going to be the death of me. I know it's so dramatic of me to say but I just hate the whole having a schedule thing. It doesn't work for me especially after going through a whole summer of pretty much doing whatever and planning things around what I wanna do. It had to come around someday I guess but I honestly don't believe that to be educated one must be so structuralized. I am a firm believer in gaining more knowledge in exp...

It's strange...whenever I write thank you notes I think, What if people wrote thank u's for thank u's. Sometimes I will give someone a gift and then I'll get this thank you note back that is so extravagant that it looks like it costs more than the gift I gave them. Its like sparkle poofs hanging off the edges and it sings when you open it and stuff. It's like I almost want to write a thank u for the thank u. But I guess that would be lame.