In the middle of a vast and endless desert stands a boy all alone except for the tiny grains of sand wrapped around his feet. The boy bends over and scoops up a handful of sand. This makes the boy very happy, but not for long. As time moves on, the sand is slowly falling through the cracks between his fingers. He can do nothing but watch. With a saddened look on his face, the last grain of sand fall back to the ground where it was originally picked up. This boy continues to pick up the sand hoping it will stay there, but it falls right back through to the ground where it was once picked up. ...
Currently, this is how I feel, and I don't know how this story will end. In the future, I will be able to finish it.
Friday, September 30, 2011
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
The Night
Why is it at night I seem to chance inside. It's like after the sun sets and I'm getting ready to go to bed my mind begins to race and emotions begin to flow. I don't show as much emotion as I wish I would, but inside it's different. I wish I could show people how I really think and feel sometimes, but it's tough for some reason I haven't truly discovered. Perhaps I'm afraid; self-concious of what others will think. I don't know. But the night. There's something about it that changes me, like a werewolf on the night of a full moon, but instead of once or twice a month, it seems to be every night. It's not bad or anything, it's just something that I've always experienced, and who knows, maybe this is normal for everyone.
Night, night everyone.
Night, night everyone.
Monday, September 26, 2011
The Porcelain Doll
In an old, run down shop sits an old man. This very old man owns this shop and in his shop are rows upon rows of porcelain dolls. Some of the most beautiful dolls anyone has ever seen, all made by the old man for little girls to come in and buy. The best in the country and as many say, the best in the world. But sitting in the very back of the shop is a doll that has been passed up by everyone who comes. It is similar in appearance to the others, but this doll is much heavier than the rest, and no little girl wants to carry around a heavy doll. That is until a young boy ventures into the shop.
Ding. Ding.
A small little bell chimes as a lost little boy walks into a mysterious shop lined with many gorgeous porcelain dolls.
"Hello, is anyone in here?" says the little boy.
There is no reply. He decides to venture in deeper hoping to find some to help him find his way home, but as he's walking through the isles he spots something. Up ahead he see's a doll. Not just any ordinary doll. It's as if the doll is calling his name. He slowly approches it and just as he's about to pick it up, a voice comes from behind him.
"I've never had a young chap in here before. Can I help you, young sir?"
The boy is frozen in fear. He slowly turns his head around much like how an owl turns its own. He see's a scrawny old man hunched over staring at him with sagging brown eyes.
"I...I was trying to find my way home is all."
"Ah, I see, and that doll. You were about to pick it up, were you not?"
"Oh yes, it is a most beautiful one."
"I was told that all my dolls are beautiful, but why do you choose this one out of all of them?"
"Well, I don't exactly know, sir. It just seemed as if it was calling me."
There was a small pause, and then the old man goes on to say, "Mm, that was the very first doll I made, and I designed it after my first love. She had a heart of gold, and the amount of love in her was infinite."
"Then why are you selling it instead of keeping it?"
"We all have to move on, my boy."
"Oh. Well, if it's all right with you, I would like to buy it," says the boy pulling his change out of his pocket. He counts out his change and doesn't even have a tenth what the man is asking for. The boy returns his money to his pocket with a frown on his face. The old man smirks and says, "It's all right, chap. I wasn't going to except your money even if you had enough to pay for her. There is no price tag on love and I can see you love this doll very much, so go ahead and take her."
The boy flares up and with a huge smile on his face he thanks the old man. He turns around and attempts to pick up the doll, but in the process he knocks her off the shelf and she falls to the ground. Leaving a small crack on the top left side of the dolls back. As the boy's picking up the doll he first notices that the doll is a lot heavier than he expected and then he notices for a split second a yellow shine peek through the crack.
"You may find beauty on the outside, but on the inside it is usually hollow...today was not the case," says the old man to himself with a tear running down his cheek as he watches the boy carry his doll out the glass door of his shop.
Ding. Ding.
A small little bell chimes as a lost little boy walks into a mysterious shop lined with many gorgeous porcelain dolls.
"Hello, is anyone in here?" says the little boy.
There is no reply. He decides to venture in deeper hoping to find some to help him find his way home, but as he's walking through the isles he spots something. Up ahead he see's a doll. Not just any ordinary doll. It's as if the doll is calling his name. He slowly approches it and just as he's about to pick it up, a voice comes from behind him.
"I've never had a young chap in here before. Can I help you, young sir?"
The boy is frozen in fear. He slowly turns his head around much like how an owl turns its own. He see's a scrawny old man hunched over staring at him with sagging brown eyes.
"I...I was trying to find my way home is all."
"Ah, I see, and that doll. You were about to pick it up, were you not?"
"Oh yes, it is a most beautiful one."
"I was told that all my dolls are beautiful, but why do you choose this one out of all of them?"
"Well, I don't exactly know, sir. It just seemed as if it was calling me."
There was a small pause, and then the old man goes on to say, "Mm, that was the very first doll I made, and I designed it after my first love. She had a heart of gold, and the amount of love in her was infinite."
"Then why are you selling it instead of keeping it?"
"We all have to move on, my boy."
"Oh. Well, if it's all right with you, I would like to buy it," says the boy pulling his change out of his pocket. He counts out his change and doesn't even have a tenth what the man is asking for. The boy returns his money to his pocket with a frown on his face. The old man smirks and says, "It's all right, chap. I wasn't going to except your money even if you had enough to pay for her. There is no price tag on love and I can see you love this doll very much, so go ahead and take her."
The boy flares up and with a huge smile on his face he thanks the old man. He turns around and attempts to pick up the doll, but in the process he knocks her off the shelf and she falls to the ground. Leaving a small crack on the top left side of the dolls back. As the boy's picking up the doll he first notices that the doll is a lot heavier than he expected and then he notices for a split second a yellow shine peek through the crack.
"You may find beauty on the outside, but on the inside it is usually hollow...today was not the case," says the old man to himself with a tear running down his cheek as he watches the boy carry his doll out the glass door of his shop.
Friday, September 16, 2011
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Poetry
Good gravy, I can't believe I haven't posted these yet. The first two were inspired to me by this picture. -> http://www.flickr.com/photos/daniemariephotos/5810288492/in/photostream ^_^ The last one was inspired by a chicken egg. lol
The Seed of Life
-----------------
I start from a seed,
Planted deep inside the Dirt of Life.
I sprout and grow a few leaves.
Away I go, higher and higher I climb.
I rise to the sea of the sky,
Up above I see the Star of Christ,
Shining brightly for me to see
I have reached the end of the sea.
My limbs grow weak,
This is the end of me
But do not worry,
For I believe.
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A Friend is All I Need
----------------------
Like a genocide of life,
I have survived.
I lost my friends and family,
But not my life.
What purpose is it of mine to survive?
Why wasn’t I one that has died?
Who is the one that keep me alive?
Questions I ask with no reply.
All I ask is a friend at my side.
One, who will stick with me through hardest of times.
Now I ask,
Are you the One?
---------------------------------------------------------------
The Chicken Egg
-----------------
The oval of life,
Resting so calmly in my hands.
It can not speak, hear, see, feel, or taste,
But it is alive.
It needs warmth to survive.
Warmth from it’s parent,
Much like the Sun warms you.
You need warmth to survive.
The white shell,
The barrier between life and death.
When the time comes,
It will break open and it will be reborn.
I ask you.
Have you be warmed?
Have you broken your shell?
Are you a chicken egg?
(Note: Replace "warm" and "warmth" with "love." ^_^)
The Seed of Life
-----------------
I start from a seed,
Planted deep inside the Dirt of Life.
I sprout and grow a few leaves.
Away I go, higher and higher I climb.
I rise to the sea of the sky,
Up above I see the Star of Christ,
Shining brightly for me to see
I have reached the end of the sea.
My limbs grow weak,
This is the end of me
But do not worry,
For I believe.
---------------------------------------------------------------
A Friend is All I Need
----------------------
Like a genocide of life,
I have survived.
I lost my friends and family,
But not my life.
What purpose is it of mine to survive?
Why wasn’t I one that has died?
Who is the one that keep me alive?
Questions I ask with no reply.
All I ask is a friend at my side.
One, who will stick with me through hardest of times.
Now I ask,
Are you the One?
---------------------------------------------------------------
The Chicken Egg
-----------------
The oval of life,
Resting so calmly in my hands.
It can not speak, hear, see, feel, or taste,
But it is alive.
It needs warmth to survive.
Warmth from it’s parent,
Much like the Sun warms you.
You need warmth to survive.
The white shell,
The barrier between life and death.
When the time comes,
It will break open and it will be reborn.
I ask you.
Have you be warmed?
Have you broken your shell?
Are you a chicken egg?
(Note: Replace "warm" and "warmth" with "love." ^_^)
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Sup!
So, it's been awhile since I posted on here. Been doing some thinking and trying to spend more time with my friends while I still have it. I really need to get on with the KU application. I might call them because I think I actually applied there in April or March, so I'll check to see if I'm on the record or something. That way I won't have to pay the $30 fee again.
But recently I've been doing a lot of thinking about government stuff. Not like the war and economy stuff. No, just deeper thinking.
I've also been think about that person I talked about in my reflection post. The one I said I love. I just don't know what to do. I think I might be getting better, but at the same time I think I might also be getting worse. I'm so confused and lost as to what to do.
And finally, I've been thinking about the letter of the alphabet I despise the most.
Well, okay, that isn't all the stuff I think about. lol There is much more.
Hm, yep, I guess that about covers it... Later
But recently I've been doing a lot of thinking about government stuff. Not like the war and economy stuff. No, just deeper thinking.
I've also been think about that person I talked about in my reflection post. The one I said I love. I just don't know what to do. I think I might be getting better, but at the same time I think I might also be getting worse. I'm so confused and lost as to what to do.
And finally, I've been thinking about the letter of the alphabet I despise the most.
Well, okay, that isn't all the stuff I think about. lol There is much more.
Hm, yep, I guess that about covers it... Later
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