but, sometimes, i get to lazy and i just type everything out in arial because everything looks better in arial. or times new roman. But not comic sans.
Sunday, June 2, 2013
This is a terrible excuse for a last drabble. i am so out of things to write about.
but, sometimes, i get to lazy and i just type everything out in arial because everything looks better in arial. or times new roman. But not comic sans.
rachel.
We can share strange(and very unattractive) faces in the midst of stressful places & it makes everything seem better.
And, you know, now that I think about it, we probably have too much chocolate when we're together because we're always too loud. guffawing and jumping around like psychos.
but, along with laughter and smiles, in her i find trustworthiness & understanding.
Thank you Lord for giving me someone who cries at the end of performances, thinks about others before herself, listens to girl problems, and ultimately keeps you in the center of her life.
Bestfriend, I love you so much.
end of the road
the shoes on his feet were but dust along the road from which he had come from. his eyes had lost their shine-the punishment of days of walking in the dust with his eyes spread wide open in order to escape the taloned clutches of death waiting for him to give in.
he saw the city.
he saw her running towards him, arms stretched out to receive his broken body.
he felt her around him, so alive within his arms.
and he knew the journey had been worth it.
colours
the road i walked.
black.
the clothes i wore.
white.
the sound of his voice beckoning me.
"come my child. your wrong has been made right by my blood."
i looked and behold.
red of the darkest blood, shed for my grey.
yellow of the light cutting through the darkness.
blue of the royal clothes he gave me. a sign of the beautiful inheritance i receive through the red, the yellow, the white.
and the colours. the beautiful hues woven throughout the scenery.
i saw them all. I saw their individual importance.
I saw the colours of his forgiveness and mercy.
Saturday, June 1, 2013
WaterFire
Friday, May 31, 2013
Crimson Red
Not Forgotten
Resting On My Shoulders
oh Father, forgive me! {in which i share a piece of my heart}
Decontor
Solus (for 5.30.2013)
Hypothermia (for 5.29.2013)
cynical hypocrits
“It’s ok, employers really only look at the grades for the classes in your major.”
Sing the Amen
Painted Starlight
Ama gestured with her hands at the entire wall. "There's just stars!"
"Not just stars! They have tails too!"
Ama shook her head and smiled. "And?"
"Well, look! These stars used to be separated, and then they joined up here." His pointing with the brush was so excited that he risked plotting bits of yellow all over his painting. "And here, this star orbited around the whole lot! Then they all separated here."
"Ah." Ama paused. The room grew quiet. "I see. Isn't that vague?"
"It's OK. I'll write about them later, and then all my writings will make sense."
The Second Part of the Dance
"He wants a dance," Gregory thought. He grew solemn. "To dance, one has to think about the other person, and step in time with them. One has to become involved. If I involve myself farther than I ought, then Dirs and I will become a new identity. I won't be Gregory.
"Ah, brilliant. If I don't, Tiffany will take my place. Then he wins."
Gregory walked toward Dirs. With every step, Gregory's face became like a mask, unchanging and guarded. He was becoming the partner Dirs hoped he would be, and after this dance, neither would be the same again.
Thursday, May 30, 2013
The Last Lullaby
ellipsis
Noticing
response
imaginary friend
Closure (For May 26 & 27)
I found your lisp more attractive than naught.
Little by little every minuscule spot in my heart was filled up with thoughts and feelings towards and of you.
It was funny how everything played out. In fact, it kind of went down like I imagined a fairy tale would.
I became lost in a strange feeling I couldn't quite describe. Yet, while I was stumbling over words, you knew exactly how you felt.
So you left. I can't say I blame you, either.
But, I have my heart back now, you know.
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My hands hover over the keyboard. This is it. This is the last line to the closing letter of this friendship. How can I tell you that I'm thankful for the hurt? How can I tell you I'm stronger now than I've ever been? How can I tell you, you made my happier times happier because of the tears and the heartache?
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