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Catching BeautyThese things keep happening to me. I see wonderful people shine on. Their life, their message so bright that I can't help but sit and stare and see what might come next. And in those moments I'm lost, heart pounding, eyes fixed on an idea that I've seen fly by my window, but never land inside. And these people who found these ideas just stand there and hand them to me. Ideas I've known to be so rare, yet given so freely. Thank you for the gift of beauty in thought, and the magic of new ideas burning hope in my mind. Maybe one day I'll find an idea so wonderful, and see the world sitting and staring, and be able to hand my idea to everyone, if nothing else, just to see what they do with it.
Life Over eVery EmotionI discover what it is to be without you,
to see you in the arms of another.
As our song plays again you say you're not happy.
Not with him, and you don't say about me.
I become an escape, glad to do so.
To share a moment with you, that can't be removed.
The moment needs to grow, and soon it will.
I fail to stand the distance beetween us.
I know this will be ok, and I'm sorry for being right.
I wish it weren't so, and that you could be happy.
But maybe you're missing that thing that makes you happy.
Maybe you just don't see it, but I'll show you.
Together the troubles of the world go away.
Rest comes to you in the hand on your pillow.
As rest escapes me while wonder overcomes.
Soon, my dreams will come true, all for you.
To spend a night dreading what will happen,
To be there for you while I'm ripped away.
All because you needed me, confuses.
As it bruises the heart, you don't see what is there.
The eyes speak volumes, the heart tells the stroy of time.
As we live in this messy existanc
Images To BeholdIn the distance, something to cure the pain.
Something never before imagined as possible.
The silhouette of a girl, curved around a table.
Legs in a twist to confuse, and impress.
Off in the distance as her flowing hair unfolds.
Long and black, knotted to the core.
Softest known to man. Never within my reach.
Daring me to run my fingers through it but the danger is too high.
He face comes to form, eyes in a narrow split.
Tempting me to stare, but forcing me to look away.
Smile like the sun, warm, and rarely looked upon with my eyes.
Face full of sorrow, shimmers happiness in a glance. If I had a chance.
Form fitting to the shape of my chest, as we lie on the couch.
Never meant for more than a comforting hand.
Taunting me with your touch, with your presence.
Forcing me off with our words, and your looks.
Mixed signals come in all forms.
Eyes and actions say all the right words.
Lips and mind say all the ones that hurt.
Never letting up, rarely letting me in.
Rolling FreedomYou sit there watching everything we do, and it never changes how you stand tall and nobel.
It's almost as if you're the caring mother. Noticing that the child has made a mistake, but you don't scold, you forgive.
You look out over the earth that we all inhabit. You let us roam your vast expanses, and sit under the trees you produce. You let us have adventures, and let us experience everything.
I'm sorry that we destroy you to find what you hide deep beneath, and to make travel a shorter distance.
But for letting us gaze upon your beauty is something I will forever thank you. Thank you for being beautiful.
Boy Meets World"Life is tough, get a helmet."
That's what they always said to me.
But in this moment life is too much
So I'll end this drawn out misery.
It's not as if I will be missed.
I'm on thing you could all do without.
I however will miss you all.
And maybe he'll tell me what it was all about.
If there were any purpose to my life
I'd have fulfilled it by now, right?
Relieving all of you of this high school crap!
That's what it's been about and it ends tonight.
I didn't min hearing about it
From time to time it was alright.
But endlessly seeking my unwarranted advice
Why do you all find me every night?
I don't blame you, those who took my help.
I wanted to give it for a long time.
It was those who hurt me far too much
By using me, getting my help when you really needed it, when the one who you chose left you behind. I was there for you when you needed me, and chances are I will be there next time. But know this: you chose the one you did, and now the option I gave you so many times, the one that
Tried And Fell ShortI've been working so hard just to do what makes me happy.
Then it doesn't make me happy at all.
It seems like I should give it up, make a new path for myself.
But all the work I've put in should not go to waste.
It's not that I'm ungrateful for all the help I've had.
It's that I'm ungrateful for the result that I put forth.
I'm not worth the time to better my preformance.
I'm worth the time to be told to find something better to preform.
I've been trying my best in this season past
And nothing to great has been shown.
And the moemories of this season will last.
And I hope that I will have grown.
Now I'm not giving up. I'll see this to the end.
Maybe next year I'll try something new.
I've had a good time and I thank you all.
I'm sad that we have to stop so unreasonably soon.
The Parlour IncidentOne day in July, I believe it was, I found myself sitting with several acquaintances in Christopher's parlour. It was one of those deliciously lazy afternoons which only the summer in her full glory can bring. The room had a wan, listless light to it, relaxing the other guests and myself as we languidly chatted over tea and crumpets. The air was also sluggishly heavy, dulling the senses to a slowly-blended calm engendered by the heat of St. Othniel's southerly climate.
At length, after much stimulating conversation, Christopher stood, producing a book of sheet music.
"What do you all say to a bit of music?" he asked.
"Certainly," I answered.
"Oh yes, please do darling!" Tabitha exclaimed, "he's quite the maestro."
Christopher laughed, shaking his head.
"Now, now love, I'd not go that far."
He strode over to the piano as the other guests urged him on. Ida entered the room bearing a merrily steaming teapot and more crumpets.
"More tea sirs?" she inquired, shooting sideways glances at her
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