His voice...
...is like thunder over the waters.


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Amy Cowley
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Quotable:
“I want to talk to God but I’m afraid ‘cause we ain’t spoke in so long.”
"Jesus Walks"
-Kanye West



Poetry Corner:

I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
'Cause your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone

These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase


When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me

You used to captivate me
By your resonating light
Now I'm bound by the life you left behind
Your face it haunts
My once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away
All the sanity in me

These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me


I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
But though you're still with me
I've been alone all along

"My Immortal"
-Evanescence

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Tuesday, May 25, 2004
Metallic Confetti

  Everyday at 10:30am, I get up from my desk to escape from the office. I get into the elevator and get off at the first floor. Walking outside into the sunshine and feeling the spring breeze on my freshly shaven legs, although give me chills, also reminds me of freedom.
Freedom I have every morning for thirty minutes. In this thirty minutes I sit by a fountain encircled by what I think looks like Huge Mint Green Chalk. With a few bits racing each other from the center upto the sky. As I sit in the sun next to this fountain that has gergitated Mint Green Chalk, I find myself wondering about the artist. What thoughts, ideas were going through that artist mind? Perhaps inspiration was taken from a kindergatener?!
Pondering more over this subject something out of the corner of my eye begins to sparkle. I look about for a second. Then I see it. Just lying on the floor, refracting all the light from the sun that this bit piece of Metallic Confetti can absorb. I begin to realize that in a misplaced forgotten piece of Metallic Confetti is more artistry than in that ugly fountain.
Enjoying this new realization only helped make the sent of the near by gardenias that more sweet, the sun warmer. And I disappointed to have to leave that spot, get in the elevator, go up to the fifth floor and sit back down at my desk.


Posted at 10:23 am by saralarissa

 

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