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Daddy’s Poem

NathanE — Fri, 03 Sep 2010 16:56:32 +0000

I don’t know who the author of this poem is, but it is too special to keep to myself. Her hair was up in a pony tail, her favorite dress tied with a bow. Today was Daddy’s Day at school, and she couldn’t wait to go. But her mommy tried to tell her, that she [...]

Soliloquize: dimensions

GraceE — Fri, 03 Sep 2010 16:50:11 +0000

Ten thousand years of distance fall between yourself and I.
As gallons of humanity wash past a lowered sky.
And half the miles pass while half are dashed against the hours,
And the distant storm is kinder than earth’s new virtual powers.
I belong to far away, nine decimals at best.
I belong to miles of days, and weary hearts can’t rest.
You cannot hear my empty voice across acres of years.
So words descend to carpet grass while all technology leers.

Soliloquize: a buttonless atmosphere

GraceE — Thu, 02 Sep 2010 23:48:53 +0000

There were button-holes in the clouds today. But no buttons came through, no chunky red ones with twin eyes peering, no monolith plastic daisies, not even shining, golden doubloons hanging by a fraying thread and threatening to come smiling, smashing down. All I could see was blue. But maybe… maybe I was on the wrong side of the garment. Maybe, on the other side, the stars were wondering why they didn’t see buttons peeking through the holes and securing the earth’s cloud-studded coat around her rotund sides.

We’re Going to Be Friends

AveryL — Thu, 02 Sep 2010 11:39:29 +0000

A. The Fall semester has started (Can we seriously call it that when it’s 100 degrees outside?)

B. I’m not a fan.

C. This song makes me feel better about school starting.

Bonus: The White Stripes play this song in Napoleon Dynamite, and Jack Johnson plays it in Curious George. Does it get any cooler than that?

Click here to view the embedded video.

Don’t forget to smile 2010-09-01 21:04:14

KathrynC — Thu, 02 Sep 2010 02:04:14 +0000

A few days ago I started watching a particular person that I’ve know my whole life because I know that that person is having a very challenging time right now. This is part of a journal entry that I started that evening.

“I look into your eyes. I desperately want to know what you’re feeling. I ask you how you’re doing and you answer that you’re fine. You start laughing and teasing me and I wonder how long this façade of happiness can last. I want to tear down this wall that you’ve erected around yourself. I want to tell you that I love you. I want you to know that I will always be there for you. I just don’t know exactly how to tell you that.”

When reread that entry I started thinking about how many people I see every day. And, I started thinking about those people. I see them every day. I see their smiles and when I ask them how they’re doing they say they’re fine, but I wonder if they really are? How many times do we actually take the time to get to know people? How many times do take the chance of getting hurt and actually allow ourselves to love one another? How many times are we actually the sort friend that we really need to be?

There are so many hurting people in this world, and if would simply be willing to step outside of our box and be willing to love and to care we could impact this world for the God’s Kingdom in ways that we might never know. So, I challenge you. Be there for that person and actually let them know that you’re there. You might never know how much that means.

Soliloquize: influence

GraceE — Wed, 01 Sep 2010 21:06:04 +0000

Walk across, no, skip across, no, dance across a varnished floor
because of vehement passion or a whimsical thought, or curiosity, or…..
And where you step, the floor will bloom proverbially
to better embrace your gasping life (your life which is too alive for earth’s current amount of oxygen).
You may open your drawer of melancholy… or your cabinet stuffed with mischief… or feel under your bed for that extra song…
and it will all become you. Can’t you see…
As the floor extends its genuflections, and the walls bend toward your magnetic heart,
You make the oxygen fresher
You sprinkle the world (i’ll help you flood it)
With bouncyponderingbrilliantlythoughtfulglorious joy.

Soliloquize: glimmers

GraceE — Wed, 01 Sep 2010 04:51:43 +0000

Fingers burn
Memories churn
Strings call
Doors fall
Beginnings end
Chords bend
Realities pass
(silver glass)
Voices bleed
Colossal need
Patience wanes
Strength remains
Details hold
Phrases mold
Stars breathe
Faces wreath
Acronyms fly
Say goodbye
Crimson pales
Unicorn tales
Emeralds leap
Secrets keep

Soliloquize: hummingbirds

GraceE — Tue, 31 Aug 2010 17:28:05 +0000

If I was a hummingbird, I could fly right through a wire fence.

And make up the most incredible wing-hand-shakes.

Perhaps there could be a hummingbird orchestra. We would harmonize our different hum tones. I wonder who would direct it… maybe a bigger bird like a Cardinal. I wonder if there’s a Pope of the Cardinals..?

If I was a hummingbird, I would drink the dew off the dandelions and make faces at the squirrels. (And if you were a hummingbird too, I promise that I would share the sugar-water.)

I Am Erik

AveryL — Tue, 31 Aug 2010 02:39:41 +0000

Carving my mask

All that I ask

Is to look like the others

Better wouldn’t be bad

Absense of questions

Amounts to deceptions

I bury my burden with no S.O.S.

Do I seem strong?

Put together?

I find that it’s better

To be be weathered

Than untried.

But in asking

I admit I do not know

Owning weakness

Takes more strength

Than it will show

In my quarry of lies

By the light of truth’s glow

I memorize

My reflection

Soliloquize: a series

GraceE — Tue, 31 Aug 2010 01:31:28 +0000

While you continue in buoyant and careless metre, scattering a poem beneath your feet,
sheltering weary laughter,
and rhyming all the cares of the world….
What knowledge can be found in your ruby heart of legend long-buried,
or songs sung in whispers,
or forgotten monotone fears?

[Are words not felicitous?]

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