Don't you love waking up and noticing it is past 9 a.m. and then falling back asleep to find out when you wake up again that it's 10:30? those days are amazing. Then they turn into a different day...a day that is not so fulfilling, not so warm, not so anything really, just there. I ate bacon which made it different from normal :D meat. Now I'm hungry but don't want food. I guess I'll just go eat a donut, probably not though. We sang today at the "Grand Opening" of a bank today. "We" meaning the ensemble minus seniors and other bums. it was fun. I had a solo that I thought went well and there was this girl, her name was Rebeca and she came up where we were singing and tried to sing with us. It was really cute. You could tell she was a little slow. You know how people look different when they are born with a birth defect. Well I decided that she shouldn't be left out so I had her stand next to me and other such things. She was actually very musically inclined. she was a little off beat cause she didn't know the words but besides that she did very well. People kept on saying good job and stuff but i didn't understand...I didn't do it to get noticed or anything...I just figured that if she was going to be up there then we shouldn't ignore her, but that we should show God's love or something. I don't know. I just feel so happy to have met her and she is definitely a talented girl. I don't even know where I was going with this. Bye all.
Lara
Saturday, May 31, 2008
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
a few original poems by yours truly
Write Enough?
Lara
You told me to write it all out
You said just let it all go.
Well you can know without a doubt.
That I’m writing now.
You said I could trust you
You said you wouldn’t hurt me
Now I don’t know what to do
And you can’t even see.
I don’t know what I did
To deserve all of this
What did I say
To make you feel this way?
Please tell me now!
Now that I’m writing it all out
Maybe if I write enough…
If I give you enough stanzas…
Then you will understand;
I’d write till I lost my hand.
But I could easily say it in two lines
And I never will admit it…
Because I gave you my trust
And then you broke it.
White Dove
Lara
I’ve been running an endless race.
Against myself, life, and space…
It does me no good --
That’s where I finally understood
I slap myself a thousand times;
Even I can read the signs!
This fear is just too much;
As I stand in death’s clutch;
And as I see the White Dove…
You save me again with your love?
And as the White Dove comes to me;
That’s when you get to see
What a cliché that this is the best day of my life
Funny…I imagined it when I would be your wife
This fear is gone;
The pain disappeared with the dawn.
Now you can live through this life --
As the boy who held my knife.
Dirty Dishes
Lara
When we would walk
I’d hold your hand
But things didn’t come out
Quite the way I’d planned
A few months later
We stood by your grave
And it hurt me so much
To give that last goodbye wave.
I will miss you
For the rest of my life
I will want you
In the middle of the night
Tossing and turning
Wishing and yearning
To have you back.
I’ll miss you
When I turn thirty
Just thinking about
How these dishes are dirty
Remembering the chores with you
And all the things
We used to do.
I can’t let you go
And I want you to know
I’ll always miss you dearly
I miss you dearly.
He gets you now though…
And only that thought makes me smile.
Gray Skies
Lara
If I could paint us a picture
Of someplace to go to
I’d paint a dark room
Where no one could see
what we do
I’d sit there
holding on to you.
Now that you’re gone
And I miss you so dearly
The skies have turned gray
And I love you so clearly
Come back to me
Cause night is like needles
And day is like fire
I need you beside me
All my life seems so dire
Without you
Come back to me.
Please…
Expectations
Lara
At the age of three
You are expected
To be able to hold it…
For the most part
At the age of ten
You are expected
To be able to clean your room…
For the most part
At the age of thirteen
You are expected
To be able to be intelligent…
For the most part
And now…
At the age of sixteen
I am expected
To not play in the soap suds’ bubbles…
For the most part.
Lara
You told me to write it all out
You said just let it all go.
Well you can know without a doubt.
That I’m writing now.
You said I could trust you
You said you wouldn’t hurt me
Now I don’t know what to do
And you can’t even see.
I don’t know what I did
To deserve all of this
What did I say
To make you feel this way?
Please tell me now!
Now that I’m writing it all out
Maybe if I write enough…
If I give you enough stanzas…
Then you will understand;
I’d write till I lost my hand.
But I could easily say it in two lines
And I never will admit it…
Because I gave you my trust
And then you broke it.
White Dove
Lara
I’ve been running an endless race.
Against myself, life, and space…
It does me no good --
That’s where I finally understood
I slap myself a thousand times;
Even I can read the signs!
This fear is just too much;
As I stand in death’s clutch;
And as I see the White Dove…
You save me again with your love?
And as the White Dove comes to me;
That’s when you get to see
What a cliché that this is the best day of my life
Funny…I imagined it when I would be your wife
This fear is gone;
The pain disappeared with the dawn.
Now you can live through this life --
As the boy who held my knife.
Dirty Dishes
Lara
When we would walk
I’d hold your hand
But things didn’t come out
Quite the way I’d planned
A few months later
We stood by your grave
And it hurt me so much
To give that last goodbye wave.
I will miss you
For the rest of my life
I will want you
In the middle of the night
Tossing and turning
Wishing and yearning
To have you back.
I’ll miss you
When I turn thirty
Just thinking about
How these dishes are dirty
Remembering the chores with you
And all the things
We used to do.
I can’t let you go
And I want you to know
I’ll always miss you dearly
I miss you dearly.
He gets you now though…
And only that thought makes me smile.
Gray Skies
Lara
If I could paint us a picture
Of someplace to go to
I’d paint a dark room
Where no one could see
what we do
I’d sit there
holding on to you.
Now that you’re gone
And I miss you so dearly
The skies have turned gray
And I love you so clearly
Come back to me
Cause night is like needles
And day is like fire
I need you beside me
All my life seems so dire
Without you
Come back to me.
Please…
Expectations
Lara
At the age of three
You are expected
To be able to hold it…
For the most part
At the age of ten
You are expected
To be able to clean your room…
For the most part
At the age of thirteen
You are expected
To be able to be intelligent…
For the most part
And now…
At the age of sixteen
I am expected
To not play in the soap suds’ bubbles…
For the most part.
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