Complete Angel

He wrapped his wings around her
And whispered come with me
He stopped the pain and suffering
Then drew her more closely

They gave us time to say good bye
As she quietly let go
But her life was not over yet
I knew she wouldn't go

Life is not taken away
It is just reborn
For she became complete today
Shining like a star

One gold halo
Two white wings
And a heart as big as earth

Her life has changed
And so will ours
So greive no more for pain

She's pure now
And she's still near
We need not shed a tear

For he wrapped his wings around her
On that very day
He stopped the pain and suffering
And carried her away

Assignment 2-23-10 - 10 Quotes

"If you die you're completely happy and your soul somewhere lives on. I'm not afraid of dying. Total peace after death, becoming someone else is the best hope I've got (Cobain, Kurt)."

"I know God wouldn't give me anything I can't handle, I just wish he didn't trust me so much (Mother Theresa)."

"For all sad words of tongue and pen, the saddest are these, 'It might have been' (Whittier, John)."

"Forgiveness does not change the past, but it does enlarge the future (Boese, Paul)."

"Numbing the pain for a while will make it worse when you finally feel it (J.K., Rowling)."

"You block your dream when you allow your fear to grow bigger than your faith (Morrissey, Mary)."

"Every secret of a writer's soul, every experience of his life, every quality of his mind is written large in his works (Woolf, Virginia)."

"A poet's autobiography is his poetry. Anything else is just a footnote (Yevtushenko, Yevgeny)".

"Anger is a killing thing: it kills the man who angers, for each rage leaves him less than he had been before - it takes something from him (L'Amour, Louis)."

"I have not failed. I've just found 10,000 ways that won't work (Edison, Thomas)."

Lie to Me

If the truth hurts and lies kill
Then speak sweet lies and let me die
For the bitter ones don't seem to work
They just cause pain to lerk and lerk

So tell me I'm loved
And this misfortune is all a dream
Tell me I'm not ripping at my seams

Ease the pain with gentle fibs
That softly make my soul give in

Sing to me of a made up world
Bring me happiness
Give my heart a twirl

Let blissful lies build up
And break me down
'Cause you know I'm nothing
Without you around

Outstretched

Grasping for control
Reaching for stability
My hand is outstretched towards you
But again you’ve backed away

“I do not know you”
You respond
But remember it was you who ran from me
For so many years

So my life’s book has a missing chapter
You’re reserved pages are all blank
And no, it shouldn’t be this way
But I’m taking my heart off display

Behind These Eyes

Look into these eyes


Tell me what you see

I've tried so hard to hide it

To believe that it's not real



But behind these eyes

Lay my emotions

I've hid from you and me



Would you see what I can feel…

If you looked into these eyes?



Anguish and fear

All of my dry tears

Lost behind these eyes



Confusion and misconception

On top of all the rest



I close my eyes

And it's still here

But you don't see a thing

Slipping Away

I can't think straight

And I don't know why

But there's some things I should've done

And I let them pass me by


I never will forgive myself

And second guessing doesn't help

If only I had another chance

To show you how I felt


But I let you slip away from me

Physically beyond control

Now there's nothing left to do

I must accept that you had to go

Ignorance

There's nothing left to say now

It's all said and done

I wrapped my arms around her

Her body felt so cold

Attending to her casket

It's not her laying there

Faith has carried her far away

Still I can feel her spirit here

I listen for her words

But only my conscience replies to me

In retrospection of her last words to me

The three I failed to return

Why did I disregard them?

And become the core of ignorance

It was the night before she passed

But only now I whisper back

Lord, please take good care of her

And all the ones I love

Keep them happy, let them rest

And teach us how to love

We Wear the Mask

We Wear the Mask
We wear the mask that grins and lies,

It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,—

This debt we pay to human guile;

With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,

And mouth with myriad subtleties.





Why should the world be overwise,

In counting all our tears and sighs?

Nay, let them only see us, while

We wear the mask.





We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries

To thee from tortured souls arise.

We sing, but oh the clay is vile

Beneath our feet, and long the mile;

But let the world dream otherwise,

We wear the mask!

        -By Paul Laurence Dunbar

A Little

It's a little too much

A little too real

I'm going a little too crazy

Missing you

You're a little too strong

I'm a little too weak

We're a little too tired

But all I do is think

You're a little too perfect

I'm a little too not
You're a little too nice

And I don't think that you know

You're a little too beautiful

I'm a little too cold

It's a little too quiet

But don't let me go

You're a little too amazing

I'm a little too scared

We're a little too vulnerable

Yet you know this too well

Still I love you a little
And a little more

Distance is merely an obstacle

That together we shall endure

Rebuild Haiti

Today I signed a petition for Haiti. This petition is an attempt to wave Haiti's $890 million debt in order for them to reconstruct their cities after the unfortunate event. As you may well know, Haiti recently suffered a destructive earth quake. I believe that money is but a material possession that can and will run out. Money can only buy so much for us when we already have our necessities. However, for Haiti, money means health care, shelter, clean water, and possibly several lives saved. I strongly encourage all who read this post to sign the petition for the greater good. The link is posted. Thank you!

http://www.theliteracysite.com/clickToGive/campaign.faces?siteId=6&campaign=NoHaitiDebt

Light in the Dark Assignment

What I Saw

    I’ll close my eyes to reality and open my mind to imagination. A barren kiva with light breaking through the center of the darkness is what I see. An adobe wall, a dirt floor, and a portion of an iniquity being illuminated are what I see. Nevertheless, I view these things not as the tangible objects I have described them to be, rather as symbols.

    An adobe wall with a sharp texture is the frame of the kiva. I saw this wall as my guard and as my internal self. The wall guards the kiva from the outside world as my habits and beliefs guard me from any unwanted and/or unnecessary feelings as well as thoughts. My internal self can be kind and supportive like the walls but all the same it can be sharp like the texture. I can be sharp as in mean, bitter, and apathetic. Furthermore, just like an adobe wall, my interior self can be torn down and diminished at times but also restored to be stronger and better.

    Dirt is composed of so many elements and has weathered a galore of agitation. In the same aspect, I am more than what I appear to be and am capable of many things. Still, just like any other human, I have fought my own battles in life and will continue to face more as the days go on just like the sand faces the wind and precipitation. Yet, these trials and characteristics are what build objects as well as people to be the things we become.

    I believe there will always be an iniquity in everyone. No matter how much we gain there is always more. Imperfections, lack of beliefs, I consider all of these to be iniquities. However, every now and then we have an epiphany and open our eyes to them. They become illuminated in our thoughts. I see the darkness and the iniquity as my lack of spirituality, prayer, thanks, and self security. If I can shine a light on these one at a time and fix them, I believe it can only make me a better a person.

    So you see, the “barren” kiva wasn’t barren after all. I am opening my eyes and looking past the entrance of the kiva. I’m finding myself. I saw my likes and dislikes. I saw my past, present, and future. I even saw my stronger areas and my imperfections. Most of all, what I saw was my internal reflection.

Love's Victim

Like shackles around the prisoners waist was the spell casted on her

Their hearts were bound together by wishful lies he drove her to believe

But his shackles she evaded though it tore her apart at the seams

Sunrise (Ancient Haiku)

The warm sun gently kisses my face as the morning air wraps me in its bitter embrace.