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theres only 1 way
2 say
those 3 words
4 you
...

poetry timeee!

"And who are you?"

There is a place that I go
which my world fails to find.
I am an alien to their place
though I have been here several times.
The recliners creak quitely
careful not to disturb their occupants.
And Frank Sinatra's voice constantly colors
the pale lifeless atmosphere.
Blank faces, soundless lips
silenced by the swallowing days.
I wonder-
Does my voice appear
beneath the strangled strands of lucidity,
knotted and matted like a rats nest.
Do you know who I am?
Their eyes have seen more then mine,
They have lived their lives
And this is where they sit
and where I sit
to watch their time dwindle by.
But there is something about this place that draws me,
I have yet to discover why.
Possibly the occasional meaningful story,
gentle touch, or graceful smile.
I am just a new face everyday
but I don't really mind.
I just smile and introduce myself
as I have done time after time.

song of the week!

Bless The Broken Road by Rascal Flatts

I set out on a narrow way many years ago
Hoping I would find true love along the broken road
But I got lost a time or two
Wiped my brow and kept pushing through
I couldn't see how every sign pointed straight to you
Every long lost dream led me to where you are
Others who broke my heart they were like northern stars
Pointing me on my way into your loving arms
This much I know is true
That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you

I think about the years I spent just passing through
I'd like to have the time I lost and give it back to you <-love that line
But you just smile and take my hand
You've been there you understand
It's all part of a grander plan that is coming true

Every long lost dream led me to where you are
Others who broke my heart they were like northern stars
Pointing me on my way into your loving arms
This much I know is true
That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you

Now I'm just rolling home
Into my lover's arms
This much I know is true
That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you

That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you.

okay, so i've already chosen this song to be my wedding song, no objections. i'm usually not a slow song kindof girl but this song is so beautiful. love itt!

I lovee this painting by René Magritte. I was assigned it for creative writing. I thought I'd share.

The Loss of a Love

He told me I had no heart. He said that everything I had worked for didn't matter anymore because I had given up. And that I had lost all love for the game.
And I watched him there, standing in the outfield yelling at me, fire blazing in his eyes.
And you know what I said?
I QUIT.
I could feel a mixture of rage and tears build up in my gut, but it didnt matter. All I could focas on was the huge burden being lifted off my chest. At that moment I had a sudden urg to pick up a ball and throw it at his headddd. angery child right? but even just sitting here writing this is making my cringe.
A couple days later, he apologized. But I thought to myself, Why apologize for saying the truth?? I had lost all heart, and I knew it.
Several months later, I began to miss it of course. But what I'm just learning now is that I never missed the game at all, I missed the way it made me feel, like I was flying. A feeling I will never be able to get back. Now... it's just a sport. There's no little spark, no special talent, its just a sport to me. I have lost my heart for the game. I have lost the encouragment from the one person who beleived in me. And I guess I've lost myself along the way.

Appriciation

I never fully appriciated that feeling of exhaustion. The fulfillment of those sore muscles and dry hands. Not once did I ever stop half way through and think: God I'm glad to be here or thank him for making us do it one more time. In fact I remember hating every single minute of it. I never appriciated the things that always got in the way. The brutal cold, the sickness, the lack of energy and every other hurtle that prevented me from being my best. It's weird how these realizations just suddenly hit you. and how much it hurts when they do hit you. It's like everything you ever worked for slowly begins to desinegrate into nothing. That's when you realize it really is ALL GONE. and that theres nothing you can do to get it back.

beginnings of a song!

When everyday is a battle,
life is a war
with innocent casualities
and white flags above the doors.
We learn to take
enough life to give
We learn to die
by which we learn to live.


Too cliche?