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- About Me:
- I am interested in poetry and other writing, music, and painting miniatures; when I find the time, I enjoy assembling jigsaw puzzles. I enjoy all areas of learning. Among my other interests are the outdoors, machines/mechanisms (not so much like computers as thing like gears and pipes with one-way valvesbeing used to make various tools, etc.), and practicing Taekwondo (in which I have achieved my black belt, second degree). I love creative writing!
- Where did you hear about us?
- I am related to Donald R. Anderson! : )
Poems!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Why not put them here?!
Breathe (also, Atlas)
I used to have this burden-
like the whole world was on my back.
Things used to be a certain way
And I wanted them to stay that way forever.
But things changed
We were no longer together
I fought and I thought I fought for what was right.
I felt like Atlas - trying to hold the world still on my back.
But then I realized:
Things don't have to be this way.
I don't have to fight the whole world
I can let it drop, and it will still stand.
Things are better now;
I am at peace.
I doubted my infallibility-
and found myself wrong.
Humbled, I accepted things
for what they are:
The world relies on God
And I can breathe at last.
Yahweh
Yearning
(Answers don't come easy)
Hear me
Why did I?
(Everything I do is drenched in sin)
Hold me please...
((Yahweh, or YHWH, is the Old Testament name for God. In Hebrew, there are no vowels; only consonants. That is why I put them in parentheses.))
I used to have this burden-
like the whole world was on my back.
Things used to be a certain way
And I wanted them to stay that way forever.
But things changed
We were no longer together
I fought and I thought I fought for what was right.
I felt like Atlas - trying to hold the world still on my back.
But then I realized:
Things don't have to be this way.
I don't have to fight the whole world
I can let it drop, and it will still stand.
Things are better now;
I am at peace.
I doubted my infallibility-
and found myself wrong.
Humbled, I accepted things
for what they are:
The world relies on God
And I can breathe at last.
Yahweh
Yearning
(Answers don't come easy)
Hear me
Why did I?
(Everything I do is drenched in sin)
Hold me please...
((Yahweh, or YHWH, is the Old Testament name for God. In Hebrew, there are no vowels; only consonants. That is why I put them in parentheses.))
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I had an assignment in my English course the other week, and it was to write a poem about a "modern monster." Unsurprisingly, my best friend and I wrote about the same "monster," though we didn't realize it until we brought completed our poems in. ; ) Here is mine:
Apathy
I'd think you were staring down a statue if these hot diamonds called tears weren't running down my face.
Your eyes – do they see?
I'd say the harder stone was in your eyes – but the hardest ston… Continue
I'd think you were staring down a statue if these hot diamonds called tears weren't running down my face.
Your eyes – do they see?
I'd say the harder stone was in your eyes – but the hardest ston… Continue
Posted on October 25, 2009 at 9:00pm —
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I had an assignment in my English course the other week, and it was to write a poem about a "modern monster." Unsurprisingly, my best friend and I wrote about the same "monster," which we didn't realize until we brought completed our poems in. ; )...
Lol! XD
(Last post.)
I'd hug the last post like I do the last trees, but it's just not as satisfying for some reason... maybe because it's so hard to get your arms around the ever-changing last post.
Must have the Last Post!
Oh yeah, I almost forgot. Last post.
(Easy to forget when your only whole finger to type with is your left pinky. But hey, could be worse... could have been my left ring finger. ...I have to capitalize with my nose.)
So I was walking under a row of ladders to-day when one of them collapsed, sending all the hundreds of salt shakers perched on top flying off, to conveniently land on a bunch of mirrors, which promptly smashed into oblivion, startling precisely 13...
The last postal service wasn't working very well.
So we got a new one!
And I am general last postmaster, which makes me 43rd in line to be president if everyone else suddenly gets assassinated, or suddenly decides to take a prolonged visit to Bo...
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