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Randomness = Coolest thing since sliced bread
ok... so I had this whole thing typed out to go right ::HERE:: and then I, being the smart lass I am, deleted the whole thing. why why why?! well ANYWAYS.. I am currently at my dad's house -aka middle of no where- entonces I'm trying to have some fun. Ya estoy cantarando y hablando con la whole AIM deal (spanglish all the way) so I figured I may as well fiddle around with this thing! So I guess I'll be putting up some stuff - random outbursts, thoughts, poems, maybe some more pictures etc. It'll be a blast! so Look On!
p.s. the poems on this site are mine unless stated otherwise - if you want to use them for any purpose.. please ASK me. I dont want to be looking at any random person's profile and see my poems without my permission ::cough::kali::cough:: THANKS
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The last of our time
...2003 Session Book Staff...
our last year as campers (for my cabin at least) seven years at sj here I come!! Miss my girls... |
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an Ode to SJ
to all my girls from SJ '98- '03.. we've had so many years together and i'll remember all of them forever. of course there has been the usual DRAMA (yes sarah.. there IS drama at our camp - but at least no boy drama.. it's good, summer drama) but we've always pulled through. I wrote this summer of 2003. I love you all so much and I miss you so much now I dont know how I could have ever wanted to leave. 6th years all the way- CITs next year babe!
a roller coaster
of emotion
never slowing
never stopping
a turbulent
rocking motion
ever rising
ever dropping
and the cause of
this comotion
leaves me crying
leaves me smiling
however I find
a devotion
for I'm finding
reason for smiling
in the end
even when,
grief is winning
in the beginning,
I will return
for I have learned
when I leave
I will see
just how much this means to me.
While it may be
terror for a teenage girl
it does seem
paradise to the outside world.
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Memories
Thousands of moments
jewels of joy
hours of happiness
days of blinding bliss
All in the past
yet still they last
all in my memory
there to comfort me
What happens when memory fades?
Where does it go
that day
the memories were made
Do they simply dissapear
or do they pale
losing life year by year?
Do they all get lost
there to be found
just not by us?
How do you capture
all those times
and get to remember
life through those eyes?
If only we could live that "then"
we could live it over again..
Is that what it's like in heaven?
Oh man do I miss summer...
The world outside is beautiful
made of reds, greens, yellows, and blues.
The landscape resembles a painting
using shades and gentle hues.
Warmth lies like a blanket
humidity soft against your skin.
Breezes drift swiftly by
over and over again.
Pollen floats down to the ground
from high up in the trees.
The springtime buds slowly unfurl
to reveal a sea of green.
The smell of springtime blooms
so strong you can taste it on your lips.
A shroud of sweet smells
settles gently like a mist.
Birds singing in the trees
puppies running and children at play
an overwhelming feeling of contentment
and new beginnings fills the day.
And at night the moon glows softly
and the stars begin to shine.
The clear skies and mellow air
welcome springtime.
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Hard Rock Cafe Paris 2003
Talk about memories... |
Puerto Rico.. mi hogar
Oh Man talk about summer... ALL YEAR LONG.. I want to go HOME! |
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