tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77097843182309720722024-03-04T21:20:43.899-08:0013ft Deep ThoughtsTorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145950875496552661noreply@blogger.comBlogger337125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7709784318230972072.post-48697123675200571052013-03-14T08:53:00.002-07:002013-03-14T08:53:29.789-07:00New location: mysilentapplause.blogspot.comTorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145950875496552661noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7709784318230972072.post-18033938358745551192012-09-30T07:33:00.001-07:002012-09-30T07:33:32.735-07:00<object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,47,0" height="270" id="flashObj" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://c.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f9?isVid=1&isUI=1" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><param name="flashVars" value="videoId=1864691285001&linkBaseURL=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.lds.org%2Fbroadcasts%2Fwatch%2Fgeneral-relief-society-meeting%2F2012%2F09%3Flang%3Deng%26vid%3D1864691285001&playerID=1202881497001&playerKey=AQ~~,AAABFr5dynE~,TSPthyn9f7zkbxtdRs4CICkEwMD-g6pb&domain=embed&dynamicStreaming=true" /><param name="base" value="http://admin.brightcove.com" /><param name="seamlesstabbing" value="false" /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><param name="swLiveConnect" value="true" /><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /><embed src="http://c.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f9?isVid=1&isUI=1" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" flashVars="videoId=1864691285001&linkBaseURL=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.lds.org%2Fbroadcasts%2Fwatch%2Fgeneral-relief-society-meeting%2F2012%2F09%3Flang%3Deng%26vid%3D1864691285001&playerID=1202881497001&playerKey=AQ~~,AAABFr5dynE~,TSPthyn9f7zkbxtdRs4CICkEwMD-g6pb&domain=embed&dynamicStreaming=true" base="http://admin.brightcove.com" name="flashObj" width="480" height="270" seamlesstabbing="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" swLiveConnect="true" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash"></embed></object>Torihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145950875496552661noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7709784318230972072.post-32237635708742525422012-03-25T21:42:00.000-07:002012-03-25T21:42:19.321-07:00Be still my soulTake my hand, I'll teach you to dance<br />
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I'll spin you around won't let you fall down<o:p></o:p></div>
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Would you let me lead? You can step on my feet<o:p></o:p></div>
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Give it a try, it'll be alright<o:p></o:p></div>
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The room's hush hush and now's our moment.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Take it in, feel it all and hold it<o:p></o:p></div>
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Eyes on you, eyes on me.<o:p></o:p></div>
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We're doing this right.<o:p></o:p></div>
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'Cause lovers dance when they're feeling in love<o:p></o:p></div>
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Spotlight's shining it's all about us</div>
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And every heart in the room will melt<o:p></o:p></div>
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This is a feeling I've never felt<o:p></o:p></div>
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Suddenly I'm feeling brave<o:p></o:p></div>
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Don't know what's got into me<o:p></o:p></div>
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Why I feel this way<o:p></o:p></div>
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Can we dance, real slow?<o:p></o:p></div>
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Can I hold you, real close?</div>
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Do you hear that love? they're playing our song<o:p></o:p></div>
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Do you think we're ready? Oh I'm really feeling it<o:p></o:p></div>
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Do you hear that love? Do you hear that love?<br />
<br />03/24/2012</div>Torihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145950875496552661noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7709784318230972072.post-72667027759609375362012-03-03T17:17:00.001-08:002012-03-03T17:17:09.335-08:00Haha.<br />
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Time for a YAY list!<br />
<br />
Skylar and his African stud power.<br />
Mike and his Texan stud power.<br />
Eating frozen yogurt and chatting with Chris. What an encouraging aura!<br />
Malissa Snow. (Just for being adorable.)<br />
Tikla and Austin. (Just for being awesome and owning a yellow truck.)<br />
Institute choir!<br />
The Pearl of Great Price!<br />
Busy, full, happy, learning-rich days!<br />
Murph, Jago, and Slim, for being, even from a distance, the best friends EVER!<br />
Sis. Weaver calling me her cousin today. Haha!<br />
The Muppets!<br />
Good grades, I think!<br />
Nerts with Andrew. (Just for keeping me sane.)<br />
Gwams and Hempa and Chester and the child-like spirit in our home!<br />
New wood flooring coming soon!<br />
The guy who's stitching up my guitar as I type. <3<br />
Karin Stewart for having the best stories and laugh!<br />
My photography lovin' mom and bird lovin' dad<br />
and their love for each other. :)<br />
My little giggle-fest with Starr!
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More than enough. :)<br />
Mike and his Texan stud power.<br />
Skylar and his African stud power.Torihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145950875496552661noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7709784318230972072.post-3372334857694527872012-01-30T21:25:00.001-08:002012-01-31T18:45:38.550-08:00We're gonna make it now<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/SgOYDFn_wGE" width="560"></iframe>Torihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145950875496552661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7709784318230972072.post-4316289021985340812012-01-28T18:19:00.000-08:002012-01-28T18:19:36.593-08:00I keep holding out for what I don't knowAnd I can't imagine two worlds spinning apart,<br />
Come together eventually<br />
And when we finally meet I'll know it's right<br />
I'll be at the end of my restless road<br />
But this journey, it was worth the fight<br />
To be with you<br />
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And when you're standing here in front of me<br />
That's when I know that God does exist<br />
cuz he will have answered every single prayer<br />
To be with you<br />
Just to be with you.<br />
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"Yes,'' replied Darcy, who could contain himself no longer, "but that was only when I first knew her, for it is many months since I have considered her as one of the handsomest women of my acquaintance.''<br />
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<br />Torihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145950875496552661noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7709784318230972072.post-43096407878719656042012-01-18T13:29:00.000-08:002012-01-20T14:36:16.174-08:00Guilty pleasure: WestlifeThank you for the memories<br />
we haven't made yet.<br />
You've always been a part of me<br />
even before we met.<br />
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Thank you in advance for the love you give me<br />
I've had a glance of the good life<br />
You'll be there when nobody believes me<br />
I've gone through it all in my mind<br />
I can see me looking at you<br />
At the start of the day for all my life<br />
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Thank you for the best times,<br />
thank you for the journey.Torihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145950875496552661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7709784318230972072.post-10196932501462826672012-01-09T20:43:00.000-08:002012-01-09T20:43:40.242-08:00...try to grow as much as he will while he is gone.Skylar is the coolest person in the world.<br />
The End.Torihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145950875496552661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7709784318230972072.post-35647598090965160352012-01-03T16:10:00.000-08:002012-01-09T20:44:17.224-08:00Tubing with a Snowish kind of man<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hi Tori.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Haha, I like this one.</td></tr>
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<br />Torihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145950875496552661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7709784318230972072.post-45948049606819158502011-12-26T22:08:00.000-08:002011-12-26T21:37:29.705-08:00It's the voice that whispers my name, it's the kiss without any shame; something beautiful.What an awesome break it's been! I have done <i>nothing. </i>Just smiled a lot. Like right now. There's this weird smile that I can't seem to get rid of. The more I think about it, the bigger it gets. I kind of like this smile. My heart is pretty happy right now. It was so awesome to hear from Skylar on Christmas! What an incredible spirit he has. I love him so much. His example is stellar and hearing his voice was scrumptious. ;) I can't wait to see Skylar again. I feel overwhelmed with the blessings I've been given. It's too much happiness to bear. :) I could thank my Heavenly Father all day and still never finish expressing how I feel. I love His presence in my life and appreciate all the little things that make up my ear-to-ear grin. :D I'm pretty sure this was the best Boxing Day/December 26th ever.<br />
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Mike's getting his cute little wisdom teeth out tomorrow.<br />
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Night!</div>Torihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145950875496552661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7709784318230972072.post-52185590829869035402011-12-05T19:00:00.000-08:002011-12-05T18:24:08.086-08:00Love, love, love this book.I am so in love with life right now!<br />
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“Hush Hattie!" I said, intoxicated with my success.
"I don't want to go to my room. Everyone must know I shan't marry the
prince." I ran to the door to our street, opened it, and called out into
the night, "I shan't marry the prince." I turned back into the hall
and ran to Char and threw my arms about his neck. "I shan't marry
you." I kissed his cheek. He was safe from me.”<br />
― <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/13677.Gail_Carson_Levine">Gail
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"Would you favor me with a dance?" Over all the
others I was his choice! I curtsied, and he took my hand. Our hands knew each
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He put his hand on my waist, and my heart began
to pound, a rougher rhythm than the music. I held my skirt. Our
free hands met. His felt warm and comforting and unsettling and
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“Do you like to slide?" His voice was eager.<br />
Stair rails! Did he suspect me? I forced a sigh. "No, Majesty. I'm
terrrified of heights."<br />
Oh." His poite tone had returned.<br />
....<br />
I wish I could enjoy it. This fear of heights is an affliction."<br />
He nodded, a show of sympathy but not much interest. I was losing him.<br />
Especially," I added, "as I've grown taller.”<br />
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Carson Levine</a>, <i><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/work/quotes/2485462">Ella Enchanted</a></i></div>Torihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145950875496552661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7709784318230972072.post-64602049747296911672011-11-29T11:53:00.001-08:002011-11-29T11:58:02.537-08:00My baby!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Torihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145950875496552661noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7709784318230972072.post-90216885889942422252011-11-10T12:20:00.001-08:002011-11-10T13:04:05.692-08:00Every day is the start of something beautiful. “Faucet! Get help! Malissa is unwell!”<br />
My British accent resonated from the top story of the playhouse built
with my daddy’s two strong hands. “Faucet”, or my little brother Reece,
leapt in response for the umpteenth time. He ran around looking for doctors and medicines in
the old-fashioned world we imagined in our humble backyard. Reece ran
down the steep mountain of a hill, dug out of the middle of our yard. At
the bottom of the dip was a fire pit dug out of the ground by my daddy’s
two strong hands. The hill was perfect for sledding come winter and
perfect for rolling down in the summer. Reece ran back up to the playhouse
dodging the baby pine tree that went up barely past his six-year-old
head. Panting from the lengthy journey, he bitterly explained that there
were no doctors available at this time of night. The two of us honed
our nursing skills and managed to care of the sickly stuffed doll all on
our own.<br />
Several years later, I had the opportunity to revisit
this most beloved childhood home. I felt bubbly and nostalgic as I
pulled into the driveway of the familiar light brick house. There were a
few things different already. The door had been repainted and the
numbers were flashier. No one was home so I couldn’t look inside, but I
didn’t really care about the interior anyway. I just wanted to see the
backyard again. To roll down the steep hill and climb to the highest
point of the lookout tower of the playhouse. I wanted to cut down the
pine tree and decorate it for Christmas.<br />
I pushed the side gate open and heard a familiar creak.
What I saw shocked me. It was as if someone had put my backyard in the
dryer. Everything was smaller and less-grandeur than I had remembered.
The “mountain” for sledding and rolling was more of a gradual decline in
the lawn. The pond was mostly rocks with a puddle of water and the
enormous playhouse was misshapen and not nearly as high as it had once
been. The pine tree, which I expected would be even taller by now, was
even after the years, still much smaller than I remembered.<br />
I sat on the “front porch” of the playhouse and ran my
hand along the rough wood crafted and lovingly built by my dad. I
couldn’t help but silently cry as I remembered the magic and peace it had brought to my early years.<br />
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No one else's quite compares.</div>
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Children grow and begin to see,</div>
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Dad is not all they believed him to be.</div>
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He becomes mortal, with flaws and fears</div>
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they've maybe now seen him shed a few tears.</div>
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And yet, I seemed to have skipped the stage</div>
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when dads are supposed to mold,</div>
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for mine has always been stronger than all!</div>
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My daddy could never be old.</div>
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His aging only increases my faith</div>
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in the things he's taught and endured;</div>
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his love for the gospel, Scythians, and birds</div>
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all experiences from which I've learned.</div>
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My fingernails dig into my hand,</div>
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when he arm-wrestles Skylar, or Reece</div>
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My daddy is immortal, I'm sure of it,</div>
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so I pray that he stays in one piece.</div>
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He will never fail! He will never die!</div>
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He will be our family's anchor and lead our battle cry!</div>
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I cry </div>
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for all my weaknesses, </div>
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the many times I've let him down</div>
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the times I've stayed in-the-box</div>
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and disgraced the name Brown.</div>
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Except for a humble, broken, heart </div>
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I don't have much to offer.</div>
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How did one as proud as I </div>
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deserve such a father?</div>
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I've grown to know, a Heavenly Father, </div>
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who's glory will never cease to be.</div>
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He's left me with you for a while,</div>
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with great plans I can't yet see.</div>
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As life paces forward,</div>
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through trial and ease,</div>
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I strive to earn a place above,</div>
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with my eternal daddies.</div>
Torihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145950875496552661noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7709784318230972072.post-52033447912207052252011-10-07T13:29:00.000-07:002011-10-07T13:30:57.241-07:00Latest Obsession: Nerts<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Regular Rook cards. Smooth, unassuming, and coy. Pure speed and full
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">The
score it 1-1.</span><br />
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<br />Torihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145950875496552661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7709784318230972072.post-68246552704247859492011-10-05T12:26:00.000-07:002011-10-05T12:42:36.162-07:00NOT to do list:Wake up and not shower, cram for a science test while meeting new people, providing them with a distasteful first impression.<br />
Get stalked on the way to campus.<br />
Forget to pack a lunch and then buy food at SUU. (Especially not taco salad or those Keebler cheese crackers.)<br />
Start taking quizes at 11:45pm, and then hurry to push submit before midnight.<br />
Keep your Harry Potter ringtone at full volume during Philosophy class. <br />
Write two full short stories in one hour.<br />
Study for Chemistry Exam 1 during Institute.<br />
Wear your girl's camp hoodie to class.<br />
Fall in rain puddles.<br />
Get a headache.<br />
Keep study areas chaotic.<br />
Blog when you have so many other things you need to do.<br />
Skip editing and just post.Torihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145950875496552661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7709784318230972072.post-90743401521413835752011-09-29T11:29:00.000-07:002011-09-29T17:00:47.136-07:00Hey, I've got some new jeans on, and suddenly everything's fine.So I've decided I'm going to finish the year at SUU and graduate with an Associate of Science degree.<br />Did you catch that? <span style="font-style: italic;">I made a decision.</span><br />*applause*<br /><br />I've decided something else: It's okay to be sad every once in a while. The moment this was internalized, I got this brilliant little grin. :) Happiness isn't new jeans or curly hair, it's knowing that it's okay to be sad sometimes. Once I knew it's okay, the rebellious in me didn't want to be sad anymore. So I stopped that. Quickly turned it upside-down.<div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span">I just found out the other day that one of my poems has been selected to be</span><span class="Apple-style-span" > <span class="Apple-style-span">showcased</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span">.<br /></span>No big deal.</div><div><br />Wuuuuuuu! :)</div></div>Torihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145950875496552661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7709784318230972072.post-62115303942612545712011-09-22T11:21:00.000-07:002011-09-22T11:28:36.329-07:00Looking forward to the weekend.<div style="text-align: right;">Creative Writing 2020<br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">09/21/11<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Timing</span><br /><br />Sauntering down a twisted marble staircase,<br />cracking with overuse,<br />he comes closer.<br />Words are tumbling out of my mouth;<br />rehearsed<br />sketches of what is to come<br />or what will soon dissolve?<br /><br />A picnic blanket is laid,<br />he brings sincerity and peace.<br />Napkins stained from the red around our mouth<br />are proof that<br />love requires no jealousy or spectators eye, with him<br />are the happiest days of my life.<br /><br />Surveying the area<br />taking in a breath and sense of wholeness,<br />there’s a touch of longing<br />a concealed plea for one who will soon be displaced.<br /><br />A broken promise now seen as<br />a promise misunderstood.<br />Been there for me in the way he thought<br />I wanted him to be.<br />And though I couldn’t see it then,<br />in the best way he ever could be.<br /><br />As I learn to let go, if only temporarily,<br />he’s taught me something.<br />Honest affection isn’t crimson glasses;<br />there’s a deepness<br />a devouring desire to be selfless.<br /><br />Love can envelop and mature<br />without constant contact.<br />Continual greeting and communication<br />instead, seasoned with earnest prayers.<br />Instead of waiting for him,<br />I discover myself.<br /></div>Torihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145950875496552661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7709784318230972072.post-24750401069688290822011-09-16T08:26:00.000-07:002011-09-16T08:42:36.146-07:00writewritewriterightwritewrite<div style="text-align: right;">Creative Writing 2020<br />09-14-2011<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">“There’s an explanation for everything, even the need to explain.”<br /><br />Why is there unknown?<br />Like a fortune cookie must break<br />before it’s prophetic,<br />and often it breaks our own backs<br />we admit what we haven’t given enough of<br />ourselves, to reach our desired state of being<br />sheepishly<br />we decide that maybe that’s all we wanted<br />from the start.<br /><br />Do we need an explanation?<br />Or do we revel in the fact<br />that no one can give us one?<br />We quench our thirst<br />with unexplainable disruptions<br />can’t stand to see too still a body of water<br />or too perfect a face.<br /><br />The wind tickles the grass--<br />or does the grass tickle the wind?<br /><br />Dirty feet with half polished nails,<br />hair flying in chaotic coils,<br />inadvertently tangling itself.<br />When the sun’s warmth is not enough<br />one small thing can ruin a day.<br /><br />I remember you telling me how I had made you<br />beam for a full minute,<br />unconscious of your pause.<br />I grasp the memory of the journal entry<br />you recited<br />and push away all the stolen cars and poisonous plants,<br />leaving nothing but a smile stretched<br />so uncontrollably wide<br />that it stretches<br />from fingertip<br />to fingertip,<br />encompassing all I am.<br /></div>Torihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14145950875496552661noreply@blogger.com1