Okay...
when someone lies they:
-touch the back of their neck
-look to the right
-wiggle thier feet
-avoid contact with eyes
interesting huh?
also did you know when someone thinks a song is sad
it means they have a expierence that can relate to it?
- Eyes in the Upper Right (1st person upper-left) - When someone moves their eyes up and right it means that they are accessing the visual part of their memory. In this person's head they are visualizing objects, colors, movements, and other visual information that pertains to your conversation. If you want to see someone do this a good question to ask them is, "what color is your car?"
- Eyes to the Middle Right (1st person left) - Moving the eyes directly to the right is a sign that they are accessing the auditory part of their memory. The person could be remembering a song, the sound of a voice, or a particular noise. If you ask someone to think about the sound of their alarm clock they should look to the right.
- Eyes Down and Right (1st person down-left) - Someone that is talking to themselves or thinking about what they are about to say next will look down and to the right. Ask someone how a conversation went and they will look down and to the right.
- Eyes Up and Left (1st person up-right) - Looking up and to the left allows someone to access the visual part of their imagination. This person is constructing a picture in their head. If you ask someone to imagine a green sky with red clouds they should look up and to the left.
- Eyes to the Middle Left (1st person right) - A person looking directly to the left is constructing sounds in their head. They may be imagining what an unheard voice sounds like, or putting together a new melody. Ask someone to image the sound of a car horn underwater and they will likely look to the left.
- Eyes Down and Left (1st person down-right) - When thinking about their feelings someone will look down and left. Often when people say "I feel..." They will glance down and left, and you can know they are actually thinking about how they feel.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
NEW INTEREST!
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Jordan written by Kacee
The individule thats can brighten a day.
The girl who always looks your way.
She makes you laugh, like never before.
With this girl you just want more.
She is spaz, you cant compare.
To the girl in the picture there.
~To Jordan~
~From Kacee~
Kacee Written by Kacee
Maybe if you go there
deep inside my head
Maybe if you crawled to the spots
where the lights gone dead
Maybe If you see
the girl under neath the coats
Maybe if you heard
the soflty laying notes
Maybe if you understood
the girl I've come to be
Maybe if you looked away
from the girl you think you see
Maybe if you hide yourself
from our troubled race
Maybe if you look
to see the real true face
Maybe if you would accept
the girl I have come to be
Maybe if you tried
You'd accept a girl like me
A poem my friend asked me to write
Sitting in a room of eighty, but all I see is you
I dont know if these feelings are true,
All I know is I am fond of you.
Scared of what we will never be,
wishing we were together just you and me.
Only friends is what we will stay
Watching my dreams just fade away.
What we could be,
you will never see
how embarrased I am to be me.
The secrets out, do you care?
will the connection still be there?
Am I just your invisible friend?
I dont want it these feelings to come to an end.
A page in the book...
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She sat there wondering how many time he thinks about her a day. If he does at all. She wishes she could see inside his head. Wondering whats on his mind. When he gets that look on his face. She wonders who the mysterious girl is he talks about. She wonders if she would ever get a chance. but she is not willing to take the chance.
She sits at the computer talking to an old friend. She wonders if her friend will ever change. She is so sick of not being good enough. She is sick of her friend acting like she has everything. She is sick of not being able to express herself. She tries to look at all the good times. but there is none. fighting, not talking, jealousy and selfishness got in the way. She is sick of her friend bragging about everything she has. and how over achieved she is. She will never measure up. and will not try. She will not sink up to the selfish level her friend got caught in. And for a fraction of a second she feels bad for her friend.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
ONE TREE HILL QUOTE
Lucas: You ever look a picture of yourself, and see a stranger in the background?. It makes you wonder how many strangers have pictures of you. How many moments of other peoples life have we been in. Were we a part of someone's life when their dream came true or were we there when their dream died. Did we keep trying to get in? As if we were somehow destined to be there or did the shot take us by surprise. Just think, you could be a big part of someone elses life, and not even know it.
GREAT DAY!
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even though this has nothing to do with what i am going to talk about...
I thought it would catch your attention...
lol...
plus i though it was funny and cute... I just had to put it somewhere...
So today would have been perfect except for my head ache...
anyways... I entered this poetry contest... and now one of my poems is getting published!!!
and i could still win the prize! YAY!
plus two of my friends called me drop dead gorgeous...
even if they didnt mean it it still made me smile...
also we had cake for lunch its Ciannas birthday !
HAPPY BIRTHDAY CIANNA!
The Raven By Edgar Alan Poe
The Raven
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door-
Only this, and nothing more."
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;- vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow- sorrow for the lost Lenore-
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door-
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;-
This it is, and nothing more."
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you"- here I opened wide the door;-
Darkness there, and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering,
fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore!"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"-
Merely this, and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice:
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore-
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;-
'Tis the wind and nothing more."
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and
flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed
he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door-
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door-
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore.
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no
craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore-
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning- little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blest with seeing bird above his chamber door-
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."
But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered- not a feather then he fluttered-
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "other friends have flown
before-
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said, "Nevermore."
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore-
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of 'Never- nevermore'."
But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and
door;
Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore-
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee- by these angels he
hath sent thee
Respite- respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!- prophet still, if bird or
devil!-
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted-
On this home by horror haunted- tell me truly, I implore-
Is there- is there balm in Gilead?- tell me- tell me, I implore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil- prophet still, if bird or
devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us- by that God we both adore-
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
"Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend," I shrieked,
upstarting-
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!- quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my
door!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the
floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted- nevermore!
Serenade
So sweet the hour, so calm the time,
I feel it more than half a crime,
When Nature sleeps and stars are mute,
To mar the silence ev'n with lute.
At rest on ocean's brilliant dyes
An image of Elysium lies:
Seven Pleiades entranced in Heaven,
Form in the deep another seven:
Endymion nodding from above
Sees in the sea a second love.
Within the valleys dim and brown,
And on the spectral mountain's crown,
The wearied light is dying down,
And earth, and stars, and sea, and sky
Are redolent of sleep, as I
Am redolent of thee and thine
Enthralling love, my Adeline.
But list, O list,- so soft and low
Thy lover's voice tonight shall flow,
That, scarce awake, thy soul shall deem
My words the music of a dream.
Thus, while no single sound too rude
Upon thy slumber shall intrude,
Our thoughts, our souls- O God above!
In every deed shall mingle, love.
Edgar Alan Poe is my hero! My Aunt showed me his work and now I cant get enough of it... I understand it and dont at the same time! I want to write like this...
If my life were a TV show...
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Okay so I was watching "One Tree Hill" ( my favoritest tv show along with "bones")
and I was wondering what would happen if my life was a TV show...
Also, I was also wondering if people would watch it...
Am I the only person who wonders about weird things like that?
My TV show would be retarded...
lol the girl who tries to be invisible but some how gets sucked into drama... lol
that would be my TV show...
lol...
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
I Wish I Could Help My Friend
Once you read this,
I think this friend will know who they are...
But for those of you who dont know...
in this post we will call her Callie.
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So Callie is like depressed all the time...
She has a pretty bad life...
And she thinks its so bad that she should cut...
She has so many scars from it!
I wish I could help her...
but she blocks out everything I say...
Sometimes I dont think she tries to look at the bright side...
And if she does see it... She isn't accepting it.
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Callie is one of my good friends...
She is gorgeous... and outgoing...
lol I would like to say she has multiple personalities...
lol...
When I say multiple personalities I dont mean crazy...
well I do! but in a good way!
I can never guess what is on her mind...
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I would also like to thank Callie for not only believing me when our friend (fake name) Maddi was telling lies, but being there when Maddi told me that she was glad my dad died...
Callie under stands so much, because she can connect with it...
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Callie... If you are reading this...
I dont mean it to embarrass you...
I mean it because I love you!
I am so worried about you...
I wish you could understand that things will work out...
I know right now your thinking things like:
-I've herd this before and it wont. (So have I, But sticking it out is what makes you so great! Your my hero! please dont cut...)
Callie, understand this...
People care about you...
weather you like it or not...
we worrry about you...
even if you dont see it...
We wish you would look at the bright side...
Even if you have never seen it before...
Dont go dulling up your moms kitchen knifes when they could be making me yummy food!
Dont go dulling up your scissors when you could be making i dont know... Valentines cards!
Dont be wasting all that stuff to "make you feel better."
If you want physical pain to get ride on the emotional pain then come to me...
I'll kick you so hard your great great great great great great great grand children will feel it!
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Given up
Okay... so I decided I dont like Gustav anymore... (Emily made the guy I used to like a nickname so I could talk about him. :D)
Emily conviced me he is not worth my time... well maybe its not that maybe its because I am not worth his...
But what ever...
Plus he is boring... (or at least thats what Emily thinks)
I still think he is way hot! He can't help that tho :D
Anyways... I could be having so much more fun liking someone who notices me for once! :D
I haven't really picked anyone yet... I have this on in mind...
but he likes someone and I am about to interfere with that... :D 
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lol okay... who was it that decided hearts were the symbol? why wouldn't we have like DC shoe signs? (sorry just had to say that incase emily read this lol... i think she may be cheering "HECK YEAH!" )
Hitting the ground...
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okay... someone please explain to me how i got stuck in choir?
I am not a singer...
I suck at it!
The only time i ever sing is just for fun...
i dont actually think i am good at it!
I suck!
And the class bugs me... its to crowded...
and there is not enough leg space because the seventh graders keep sliding back squishing me...
grr...
Monday, January 26, 2009
If you are cute, I am single!
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Lol...
...sorry i love this comment thing
its funny...
and kinda the way i think... LOL!
And just to let everyone know i posted about three fourths of what i wrote in my last blog on here and then i deleted my other one... SORRY!
All the crap i am having to deal with
Okay so I may or may not get in trouble for saying this...
but this is a blog... and its like a journal i am sopposed to put my feelings in it correct?
Okay so like... Katie, and Ashley must have like a chemical imbalance... because they do the weirdest thing with the anerexic and emo and carving shapes with razors in their skin...
Well i was at the store and I told katie she was going to give me a piece of gum of i would tell mom about the music note she has carved in her skin... so my mom found out...
and lets just say katie is paying for her sins... She got her cell phone taken away... and she has to go to counciling...
Katie is going to hate me so bad!
But im not sorry... i wont stand around watching her ruin herself... my mom told her "you are so lucky to have a sister that cares about you as much as kacee does."
what can i say its just the way i am :D
lol joking...
sometimes i wish Katie would realize that... she treats me way bad and eventually i got sick of it and did the same thing to her... maybe i am the reason she does it... and here my mom is thinking she did something wrong... clearly she didnt... maybe it was me all along with katie... for katie its my fault... and for ashely i think it was the sudden changes and rules that got to her...
I guess you could say i am lucky i am the younger one to watch there mistakes...
now... in my last posts i said something about slitting my wrists... i didnt mean it... i was angry at my stupid tyroid... and i said things i didnt mean... not to mention the thing with jessica everyone knows about... you know with us being dumb and messing around and me ending up looking emo... I dont think my mom believes me... the signs are clear... but they dont mean anything... i dont cut... I just hope my mom believes me... I bet if she called jessica she would... if she brings it up again i think ill get jessica on the phone... jessica is the type that cant lie... lol so my mom would have to believe me... if she dont then i better watch what i say when i am mad... and maybe not be so dumb all the time...
so anyways how are my friends?
mainly jordan...
the only one that really reads my blog lol...
If i could be a superhero i'd save myself from you written by kacee llewelyn
If I could be a superhero I would save myself from you
I would save myself from everything you do
I would erase you from my mind
and put the past behind
I would not care about what you say
I would just go on with my day
I would laugh you off because I dont care
All these feelings would not be there
I would not get jealous when you said her name
and I would not feel like I was going insane
I would not feel like I had to prove myself
I would not feel like a lonley doll upon a shelf
If I could be a superhero I would save myself from you
and all the feelings I have towards you
Hanging-out-with-Jordan
This is what jordan and i do for fun!
HEHE OUR EMO HAIR!!!
(jordan-i better see this one on your blog its cute)
AWW SHE LOOKS CUTE
emo me :D think i should go to school with that hair?
why is it that i just look emo and she looks cute? UN FAIR
My emo hair sitting on the roof!
JORDAN LOOKS SO CUTE!
If There Was No Prince Charming...
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If there was no prince charming to make your dreams come true...
There would be no one to return your glass slipper back to you...
When the clock struck twelve you would not care...
All the feeling would not be there...
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If there was no prince charming to sweep you off your feet...
No one to wake you from your dreamless sleep...
Your lips as red as a rose...
Would be lost in time, forever froze...
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If there was no prince charming to see beyond the speechless face...
Forever voiceless, in a watery place...
Forever forbidden to walk on land...
Following your dads every command...
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If there was no prince charming to show you a world outside your own...
On a magic carpet, a new world you would have not been shown...
Stuck with the man that doesn't care...
Who only wants to be the next heir...
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If there was no prince charming to save the fairest in the land...
Stuck in a glass case you would be banned...
The piousness apple that you ate...
Would have controlled your very fate...
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If there was no prince charming to make a compromise...
You're dad would have died right before your eyes...
Your prince charming would have died when the rose was fully shed...
You would have married a man that cant see past himself instead...
If there was not prince charming to save you from the terrible fate...
These fictional men we come appreciate...
To give us all our hopes and dreams...
To make our lives better than it seems...
one way to never be forgiven
I dont care how mad you are at me...
I dont care what I did to you...
I dont care if you are having a hard time and need someone to take it out on...
I dont care if your just plain having a bad day...
DO NOT and I mean it NEVER
say that you are glad that my dad died
Does everyone understand me?
that is taking cruel to a whole new level...
And I promise you will NEVER truley be frogiven...
If I hear it once you are gone...
I wont have it...
My dad meant the fricken world to me
and I didnt realize it till after he died...
DONT RUB MY MISTAKES IN MY FACE!!!
Do I go around saying things like that to you?
no...
put yourself in my shoes imagine if your dad died and someone said,
"I am glad your dad died you deserve it"
It freeking hurts to hear that...
Just thought you guys should know...
pictures of us in cali
life guarding...
NO SLAYTOR DONT JUMP!
haha... yeah... ->
lol...
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lol yes i know i look like a skank in those shorts but understand I AM NOT A SKANK!
lol... look at my face! lol
yeah about that!
kener... katie... and i... kener and i look alike!
MICKY MOUSE EARS!
Wish this was true...
Girls are like appleson trees. The best ones are at the top of the tree.The boys don't want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they just get the rotten apples from the ground that aren't as good, but easy. So the apples at the top think something is wrong with them, when in reality, they're amazing. They just have to wait for the right boy to come along, the one who's brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree
why its nice, to be nice, to the nice!
One day, when I was a freshman in high school,
I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school.
His name was Kyle.
It looked like he was carrying all of his books.
I thought to myself, 'Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday?
He must really be a nerd.'
I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on.
As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him.
They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt.
His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him..
He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes
My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye.
As I handed him his glasses, I said, 'Those guys are jerks.'
They really should get lives.
' He looked at me and said, 'Hey thanks!'
There was a big smile on his face.
It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.
I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived.
As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before.
He said he had gone to private school before now.
I would have never hung out with a private school kid before.
We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books.
He turned out to be a pretty cool kid.
I asked him if he wanted to play a little football
with my friends
He said yes.
We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and my friends thought the same of him.
Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again.
I stopped him and said, 'Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!
' He just laughed and handed me half the books.
Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends..
When we were seniors we began to think about college.
Kyle decided on Georgetown and I was going to Duke.
I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never
be a problem.
He was going to be a doctor and I was going for business on a football scholarship..
Kyle was valedictorian of our class.
I teased him all the time about being a nerd.
He had to prepare a speech for graduation.
I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak
Graduation day, I saw Kyle.
He looked great.
He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school.
He filled out and actually looked good in glasses.
He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him.
Boy, sometimes I was jealous!
Today was one of those days.
I could see that he was nervous about his speech.
So, I smacked him on the back and said, 'Hey, big guy, you'll be great!'
He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled.
' Thanks,' he said.
As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began
'Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years.
Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach...but mostly your friends...
I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them.
I am going to tell you a story.'
I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the
first day we met.
He had planned to kill himself over the weekend.
He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home.
He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile.
'Thankfully, I was saved.
My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable..'
I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment.
I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile.
Not until that moment did I realize it's depth.
Never underestimate the power of your actions..
With one small gesture you can change a person's life.
For better or for worse.
God puts us all in each others lives to impact one another in some way
Pics from my va-kay
Katie and i pretending to be life guards on the beach of california!
Some palms trees i took pictures of...
the first palm trees i have ever seen in real life that werent made of card board!
Crazy Written by Emily!
I lie awake at might
Staring at the ceiling.
Thoughts of you
Running through my mind.
I swear I just saw your name
In the patterns of the ceiling.
I get up and walk to the window,
To look at the moon.
Thinking of the day
I rid my thoughts of you.
I can't believe it but that cloud
Just formed an image of you.
I sit on the bed
Face in my hands.
Dreaming of my life
Without the pain you cause.
You just said "I love you".
Oh wait that was just the wind.
Why can't you leave me alone?
you left me to my misery
And you still haunt me day and night.
All I hear is your voice.
All I see is your face.
All I think about is you.
Just leave me to die in peace.
You can't do that can you?
It's not enough to shatter this heart.
You have to step on it to, don't you?
I'll never rest in peace again.
You'll always be there.
No matter how hard I try.
So my last question to you is,
Are you happy now?
Emily:
I dont know what i would do without this girl... she is my angel... she saves me... right when i am going to crack she writes a beautiful poem like this... i cried over this poem... it describes my feeling when i cant even do that myself... My hero... my angel... my saving grace... my emily!
Hakuna Matata
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OH! this is so true!
yeah so latley... like latley i mean as of like a year and a half... i have worried about EVERYTHING!
i dont know...
if a boy were to read this i dont think they would understand....
now a girl will probably be nodding her head thinking THIS IS SO TRUE!
girls worry about everything...
its just who we are...
we worry...
and worry...
and worry...
sometimes i wish i dont worry about everything...
makes like harder...
but it is really hard not to...
but i just thought this quote is so true...
us girls should stop worrying about everything...
i remember in Alaska i was in a fight with my mom and step dad about something...
can exactly remember what...
but my step dad was yelling at me
and all the sudden he just kinda stopped and said,
"Hakuna Matata..." i remember my eyes burned from crying...
and i just like stopped and was like "what?"
he said. "you have seen lion king it means no worries"
i just kinda stared at him
he started singing the bear nassecities
"forget about your worries and your stripes... YEAH MAH!"
i ended up laughing that night...
