There's A Place In
Your Heart
And I Know That It Is Love
And This Place Could
Be Much
Brighter Than Tomorrow
And If You Really Try
You'll Find There's No Need
To Cry
In This Place You'll Feel
There's No Hurt Or Sorrow
There Are Ways
To Get There
If You Care Enough
For The Living
Make A Little Space
Make A Better Place...
Heal The World
Make It A Better Place
For You And For Me
And The Entire Human Race
There Are People Dying
If You Care Enough
For The Living
Make A Better Place
For You And For Me
If You Want To Know Why
There's A Love That
Cannot Lie
Love Is Strong
It Only Cares For
Joyful Giving
If We Try
We Shall See
In This Bliss
We Cannot Feel
Fear Or Dread
We Stop Existing And
Start Living
Then It Feels That Always
Love's Enough For
Us Growing
So Make A Better World
Make A Better World...
Heal The World
Make It A Better Place
For You And For Me
And The Entire Human Race
There Are People Dying
If You Care Enough
For The Living
Make A Better Place
For You And For Me
And The Dream We Were
Conceived In
Will Reveal A Joyful Face
And The World We
Once Believed In
Will Shine Again In Grace
Then Why Do We Keep
Strangling Life
Wound This Earth
Crucify Its Soul
Though It's Plain To See
This World Is Heavenly
Be God's Glow
We Could Fly So High
Let Our Spirits Never Die
In My Heart
I Feel You Are All
My Brothers
Create A World With
No Fear
Together We'll Cry
Happy Tears
See The Nations Turn
Their Swords
Into Plowshares
We Could Really Get There
If You Cared Enough
For The Living
Make A Little Space
To Make A Better Place...
Heal The World
Make It A Better Place
For You And For Me
And The Entire Human Race
There Are People Dying
If You Care Enough
For The Living
Make A Better Place
For You And For Me
Heal The World
Make It A Better Place
For You And For Me
And The Entire Human Race
There Are People Dying
If You Care Enough
For The Living
Make A Better Place
For You And For Me
Heal The World
Make It A Better Place
For You And For Me
And The Entire Human Race
There Are People Dying
If You Care Enough
For The Living
Make A Better Place
For You And For Me
There Are People Dying
If You Care Enough
For The Living
Make A Better Place
For You And For Me
There Are People Dying
If You Care Enough
For The Living
Make A Better Place
For You And For Me
You And For Me
You And For Me
You And For Me
You And For Me
You And For Me
You And For Me
You And For Me
You And For Me
You And For Me
You And For Me
You And For Me
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Three Jobs
Have you ever thought about what you are going to be when you are older? I haven’t really thought to hard on what I want to be when I get older but I have come to a decision of three different things In my opinion I don’t think that these are crazy jobs to want to have but some people might think they are. I would like to be ether a fashion designer, a cake designer, or a choreographer.
Ever since I was little I have always been interested in many different types of art but mostly drawing. I only like to draw black and white pictures and I still have some from long ago. I guess I just like less color and more detail, kind of like way back when they didn’t have a lot of color. In about second grade I remember that I stopped drawing the black and whit pictures that I was used top drawing and started top draw clothing. When I went to visit my grandparents I would show them my sketches and they would help me improve them by fixing mistakes or adding more detail. I remember that one time we made a book of my drawings and my grandma wrote a short story to go along with them. Later I found out that my grandpa was a watercolor artist and sells his paintings all over Wisconsin; this made me even more interested in art. My other grandpa died before I was born but my dad would tell me about when he would come home and he would be sitting on the sun porch painting in his spare time. We now keep some of his paintings hung around our house to remember him by, as well as my other grandpas paintings. I still draw today and every time I start a new drawing I always have both of them on my mind. So that kind of lead to drawing fashion.
Although I like to design clothing I also like to design cakes. Every year for my birthday I decorate my cake. When other family members have birthdays I will draw out my ideas for a cake on a sheet of paper and my mom will take it to the bakery to be made. When I design clothes it is in mostly black and white but not for the cakes. I love all the bright colors and how they shine as bright as the sun. I would watch cake designing shows as a little girl and point to the person on the screen and tell my mom that that’s who I wanted to be when I got older, she would just stare at me with a weird expression and say “well you can be what ever you want to be honey”. I think she truthfully wants me to have a more realistic job but I don’t care.
My next job has nothing to do with the other two but it is the one I like the most. I want to be a choreographer. When I was about four years old my mom singed me up for ballet. I preformed about three times and then stopped. I never knew why I stopped but I do know that I loved the class. When I was about seven I rejoined. We preformed once but then I had to stop for gymnastics. I still danced every night in my room and came up with routines to show my friends and family. I would dance every night and if I didn’t I would sit in bed and think about the steps in my head wile the music played on my pink Barbie boom box. I would do a dance over and over until I had it perfect so that I could show it to everyone else. Besides dancing at night the other thing that I liked to do was cheerleading which I started in fifth grade Later I found out that they had dance classes were I was taking gymnastics so I stopped gymnastics and joined dance again. We learned dances from movies such as High School Musical and later Hairspray. In sixth grade a joined the school dance team and I am still on that today and am thinking about joining a hip hop class at Fred Astaire dance studios. On the school dance team we learn many dances and perform at basketball games, as well as school assemblies. I still practice in my room every night for at least three hours per night. You may think that this is crazy but I love to dance and think it is perfectly normal. I love to dance. I love the sound of the music and the pitter patter of dance shoes on the wood floors. It is a big part of my life and I love it.
To me these are some of the most important things in my life and if I got the opportunity to spend the rest of my life doing one of them I would be as happy as a clam. Some people would think that it would be hard to have such elaborate jobs but I believe that anything is possible and I will have these jobs that I could spend my whole life doing.
Ever since I was little I have always been interested in many different types of art but mostly drawing. I only like to draw black and white pictures and I still have some from long ago. I guess I just like less color and more detail, kind of like way back when they didn’t have a lot of color. In about second grade I remember that I stopped drawing the black and whit pictures that I was used top drawing and started top draw clothing. When I went to visit my grandparents I would show them my sketches and they would help me improve them by fixing mistakes or adding more detail. I remember that one time we made a book of my drawings and my grandma wrote a short story to go along with them. Later I found out that my grandpa was a watercolor artist and sells his paintings all over Wisconsin; this made me even more interested in art. My other grandpa died before I was born but my dad would tell me about when he would come home and he would be sitting on the sun porch painting in his spare time. We now keep some of his paintings hung around our house to remember him by, as well as my other grandpas paintings. I still draw today and every time I start a new drawing I always have both of them on my mind. So that kind of lead to drawing fashion.
Although I like to design clothing I also like to design cakes. Every year for my birthday I decorate my cake. When other family members have birthdays I will draw out my ideas for a cake on a sheet of paper and my mom will take it to the bakery to be made. When I design clothes it is in mostly black and white but not for the cakes. I love all the bright colors and how they shine as bright as the sun. I would watch cake designing shows as a little girl and point to the person on the screen and tell my mom that that’s who I wanted to be when I got older, she would just stare at me with a weird expression and say “well you can be what ever you want to be honey”. I think she truthfully wants me to have a more realistic job but I don’t care.
My next job has nothing to do with the other two but it is the one I like the most. I want to be a choreographer. When I was about four years old my mom singed me up for ballet. I preformed about three times and then stopped. I never knew why I stopped but I do know that I loved the class. When I was about seven I rejoined. We preformed once but then I had to stop for gymnastics. I still danced every night in my room and came up with routines to show my friends and family. I would dance every night and if I didn’t I would sit in bed and think about the steps in my head wile the music played on my pink Barbie boom box. I would do a dance over and over until I had it perfect so that I could show it to everyone else. Besides dancing at night the other thing that I liked to do was cheerleading which I started in fifth grade Later I found out that they had dance classes were I was taking gymnastics so I stopped gymnastics and joined dance again. We learned dances from movies such as High School Musical and later Hairspray. In sixth grade a joined the school dance team and I am still on that today and am thinking about joining a hip hop class at Fred Astaire dance studios. On the school dance team we learn many dances and perform at basketball games, as well as school assemblies. I still practice in my room every night for at least three hours per night. You may think that this is crazy but I love to dance and think it is perfectly normal. I love to dance. I love the sound of the music and the pitter patter of dance shoes on the wood floors. It is a big part of my life and I love it.
To me these are some of the most important things in my life and if I got the opportunity to spend the rest of my life doing one of them I would be as happy as a clam. Some people would think that it would be hard to have such elaborate jobs but I believe that anything is possible and I will have these jobs that I could spend my whole life doing.
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Question Of The Day
1.all time low
2.owl city
(to answer this question just answer it as a coment @ the bottom.)
2.owl city
(to answer this question just answer it as a coment @ the bottom.)
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Michael Joseph Jackson (August 29, 1958 – June 25, 2009) was an American musician, dancer, and entertainer. Referred to as the King of Pop, he is the most commercially successful and one of the most influential entertainers of all time. His unique contributions to music, dance, and fashion, along with a highly publicized personal life, made him a prominent figure in popular culture for over four decades.
Friday, December 4, 2009
We Ran Away (creative peice)
It was just like any other day at the church in Georgia, all the
nuns were all praying, but there was one nun that wasn’t thinking
about church, god, praying, or anything of that matter. Sister Gloria
had decided that she didn’t want to be a nun anymore because she
wanted to go back to her home in California and all that she had on her
mind was running away. She had never told anyone her plan to escape
because it would be to dangerous. Plus you can’t really trust anyone with
your secret.
The next morning when Sister Gloria was getting into her habit
she saw her suit case under the bed out of the corner of her eye. She
slowly kneeled down and quietly slid the old black suit case out from
under the bed. Then she felt warm air on the back of her neck. Sister
Gloria turned around and saw sister Maybell standing directly behind her
with a stingy look on her face.
“What in the world do you think you are doing? You know that you are supposed to be downstairs helping the children with their bible work” yelled sister Maybell.
If there was one thing that Sister Gloria hated was bible work because it was boring
and very hard. Sister Gloria complained about it in her diary all the time. She never understood why they made the children do it if it was so hard.
Sister Gloria replied back with a mumble of words that even she couldn’t understand.
“Say no more. I know that you want to leave, and so do I so because we are friends I will help you escape if you help me.” Said sister Maybell.
Both sisters decided to escape at night so they went to go help the kids with their bible work and kept their mouths sealed.
Dear Diary,
At around 5:15 PM Sister Maybell and I went to our rooms
and packed our stuff. We then met up in the church. The church was scary at night because it had to lights and so all you could see was candles. We left the church hoping nobody was watching us.
At about 7:46 PM. we knew that we had traveled far so after we went through about two cities tat we decided to go to bed for the night. We spotted a farmers field just up the road. We got to the field and made a bed with the extra clothing in our suit cases. We said a payer before we fell asleep thanking god for watching over us. The cold winds blew all night making it hard for us to sleep. But we were forced to because we had a long day of walking a head of us. We ran away.
Love, Sister Gloria
Dear Diary,
Today is another big day. We have to get to Alabama by sun down because Maybell is the leader and whatever she says goes (to tell you the truth I don’t really like that rule). By the time that we reached Alabama I was so tired and both of us collapsed in the middle of the road. We had to crawl to the side were they slept for the night. Every time that a car drove by the cold mud would splash up against our faces but because we were so tired we didn’t even care. We ran away.
Love, sister Gloria
Dear Diary,
At around 3:15 AM the we both heard the voice of priest Michael and some other unfamiliar voices coming from across the street. The voice of priest Michael was yelling at the other men telling them that that knew we were close and he was right but the other men didn’t believe him. We then saw flash lights lashing everywhere around us and when they hit us we rolled down into the ditch behind us. We were so thankful that weren’t caught so we decided to thank god and say a prayer. Then we fell back a sleep and for all we know the men never saw us. We ran away.
Love, sister Gloria
Dear Diary,
The next morning we set of and walked all day. They reached Missouri (as Sister Maybell planed.) we knew they had walked too far so we snuck into a motel and slept there for the night. The motel was atrocious. There was beer, blood, food, and poop stains on the floor that had the most horrible stench that they have ever smelt. In the corner there was an old worn out air freshener that was supposed to help the smell but no longer did. The ripped up wet couch stood on one broken leg on one side of the room. On the other side of the room lye the walls from a bathroom stall on the ground and above the walls was a rusty, chipped, cold piece of stone that looked like a toilet but wouldn’t flush. The walls we stained with mold growing from the corners and old mouse holes and alcohol leaked out of the cracks in them. The bed was nothing but a mattress pad that looked no longer like a mattress pad but now like a piece of paper that was found on the street. That’s all that this small motel could hold in one room. I didn’t understand why they would make people pay to sleep in such a dump so I was thankful that we snuck in instead. We ran away.
Love, Sister Gloria
Dear Diary,
The next morning we had to get out immediately because we didn’t want to be caught and the motel was just to torn up to stay in any more. By the end for the day we had reached Massachusetts and knew then that we were probably the fastest walkers in the world. We went to the church in Pitchfeild and slept on the hard wooden pews. The church was silent and peaceful. Even though it was a horrible place to sleep we were so grateful to sleep in a warm and protected place. Believe it or not that was the best place that I spent over night at in years. We ran away.
Love, sister Gloria
Dear Diary,
We woke up and sister Maybell found a twenty dollar bill under one of the pews so she took it and we found the nearest café and bought ourselves the first meal in days. Then we left and kept walking. By 9:30 PM we had reached Arkansas. That night we slept outside again. We ran away.
Love, sister Gloria
Dear Diary,
Today is going to be great because we are going to walk all the way to Texas. The closer I get to home the more safe I feel. Also when we finally reach home I will have rock hard thighs from all this walking. We ran away.
Love, Sister Gloria
Dear Diary,
We got to Texas and slept at Sister Maybell’s aunt’s house for the night. We had to lie and say that we were just visiting for the night because we didn’t want her to worry. We ran away.
Love, sister Gloria
Dear Diary,
Maybell’s aunt offered to buy us plane tickets home so we said yes and before we knew it we were back in California. We ran home.
Love, Sister Gloria
Ten Years Later…….
Dear Diary,
I would like to thank god for getting me home safe and I would like you to love Sister Maybell as much as you can when she is with you because I wont be seeing her until my day comes. Thank you for the great days with her and for making her so nice. I think of her every day and just wish she was with me but I guess you loved her too much and wanted her back. Maybell ran to heaven.
Love, Sister Gloria
nuns were all praying, but there was one nun that wasn’t thinking
about church, god, praying, or anything of that matter. Sister Gloria
had decided that she didn’t want to be a nun anymore because she
wanted to go back to her home in California and all that she had on her
mind was running away. She had never told anyone her plan to escape
because it would be to dangerous. Plus you can’t really trust anyone with
your secret.
The next morning when Sister Gloria was getting into her habit
she saw her suit case under the bed out of the corner of her eye. She
slowly kneeled down and quietly slid the old black suit case out from
under the bed. Then she felt warm air on the back of her neck. Sister
Gloria turned around and saw sister Maybell standing directly behind her
with a stingy look on her face.
“What in the world do you think you are doing? You know that you are supposed to be downstairs helping the children with their bible work” yelled sister Maybell.
If there was one thing that Sister Gloria hated was bible work because it was boring
and very hard. Sister Gloria complained about it in her diary all the time. She never understood why they made the children do it if it was so hard.
Sister Gloria replied back with a mumble of words that even she couldn’t understand.
“Say no more. I know that you want to leave, and so do I so because we are friends I will help you escape if you help me.” Said sister Maybell.
Both sisters decided to escape at night so they went to go help the kids with their bible work and kept their mouths sealed.
Dear Diary,
At around 5:15 PM Sister Maybell and I went to our rooms
and packed our stuff. We then met up in the church. The church was scary at night because it had to lights and so all you could see was candles. We left the church hoping nobody was watching us.
At about 7:46 PM. we knew that we had traveled far so after we went through about two cities tat we decided to go to bed for the night. We spotted a farmers field just up the road. We got to the field and made a bed with the extra clothing in our suit cases. We said a payer before we fell asleep thanking god for watching over us. The cold winds blew all night making it hard for us to sleep. But we were forced to because we had a long day of walking a head of us. We ran away.
Love, Sister Gloria
Dear Diary,
Today is another big day. We have to get to Alabama by sun down because Maybell is the leader and whatever she says goes (to tell you the truth I don’t really like that rule). By the time that we reached Alabama I was so tired and both of us collapsed in the middle of the road. We had to crawl to the side were they slept for the night. Every time that a car drove by the cold mud would splash up against our faces but because we were so tired we didn’t even care. We ran away.
Love, sister Gloria
Dear Diary,
At around 3:15 AM the we both heard the voice of priest Michael and some other unfamiliar voices coming from across the street. The voice of priest Michael was yelling at the other men telling them that that knew we were close and he was right but the other men didn’t believe him. We then saw flash lights lashing everywhere around us and when they hit us we rolled down into the ditch behind us. We were so thankful that weren’t caught so we decided to thank god and say a prayer. Then we fell back a sleep and for all we know the men never saw us. We ran away.
Love, sister Gloria
Dear Diary,
The next morning we set of and walked all day. They reached Missouri (as Sister Maybell planed.) we knew they had walked too far so we snuck into a motel and slept there for the night. The motel was atrocious. There was beer, blood, food, and poop stains on the floor that had the most horrible stench that they have ever smelt. In the corner there was an old worn out air freshener that was supposed to help the smell but no longer did. The ripped up wet couch stood on one broken leg on one side of the room. On the other side of the room lye the walls from a bathroom stall on the ground and above the walls was a rusty, chipped, cold piece of stone that looked like a toilet but wouldn’t flush. The walls we stained with mold growing from the corners and old mouse holes and alcohol leaked out of the cracks in them. The bed was nothing but a mattress pad that looked no longer like a mattress pad but now like a piece of paper that was found on the street. That’s all that this small motel could hold in one room. I didn’t understand why they would make people pay to sleep in such a dump so I was thankful that we snuck in instead. We ran away.
Love, Sister Gloria
Dear Diary,
The next morning we had to get out immediately because we didn’t want to be caught and the motel was just to torn up to stay in any more. By the end for the day we had reached Massachusetts and knew then that we were probably the fastest walkers in the world. We went to the church in Pitchfeild and slept on the hard wooden pews. The church was silent and peaceful. Even though it was a horrible place to sleep we were so grateful to sleep in a warm and protected place. Believe it or not that was the best place that I spent over night at in years. We ran away.
Love, sister Gloria
Dear Diary,
We woke up and sister Maybell found a twenty dollar bill under one of the pews so she took it and we found the nearest café and bought ourselves the first meal in days. Then we left and kept walking. By 9:30 PM we had reached Arkansas. That night we slept outside again. We ran away.
Love, sister Gloria
Dear Diary,
Today is going to be great because we are going to walk all the way to Texas. The closer I get to home the more safe I feel. Also when we finally reach home I will have rock hard thighs from all this walking. We ran away.
Love, Sister Gloria
Dear Diary,
We got to Texas and slept at Sister Maybell’s aunt’s house for the night. We had to lie and say that we were just visiting for the night because we didn’t want her to worry. We ran away.
Love, sister Gloria
Dear Diary,
Maybell’s aunt offered to buy us plane tickets home so we said yes and before we knew it we were back in California. We ran home.
Love, Sister Gloria
Ten Years Later…….
Dear Diary,
I would like to thank god for getting me home safe and I would like you to love Sister Maybell as much as you can when she is with you because I wont be seeing her until my day comes. Thank you for the great days with her and for making her so nice. I think of her every day and just wish she was with me but I guess you loved her too much and wanted her back. Maybell ran to heaven.
Love, Sister Gloria
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Monday, November 30, 2009
My Life (this story is not about me)
I sit and stare; I wonder how I get by. Is there something wrong with me? I can never quite understand what they are saying. They yell at me and say that I am not paying attention, they tell me i'm not listening. All I can do is agree even thought it’s not the truth. I can’t fight back, I don’t have that power. I’m like an ant living in a human world. I just wish that I could say something, do anything. Most people have it a lot worse but I still suffer. I ask to go to the bathroom. Then I leave the class not to go to the bathroom but to cry. When I walk back to class I wipe my tears because I am too big of a wimp to tell anyone what is wrong. I sit and stare planning my escape to my land of dreams were I run away to and everything is perfect. Almost like that song I hear in the car. Then I wonder how, why, and when I will be there. Then I see my friends and even though I don’t tell them what is wrong they make me feel better every time. My friends are like a family, no better. I can’t cry at home because no one would understand my pain. There are more things that are wrong that don’t have to do with school that running away cant help.I walk through the halls and se him and I smile but then he keeps walking and I cry. Does he know? Nobody else knows because I can’t tell them. My life is like a swimming pool of tears because I am a wimp and cant help but to cry. I need help but can’t ask for it. I know it’s confusing but it’s my life and only makes since to me.
Home
When I go home I hear nonstop yelling and screaming. I think my dad is bipolar but ill never know. The piano only bothers me when I hear the same song played multiple times very poorly. Sometimes ill change the song in my head to the one that I wouldn’t mind to hear over and over again. The one and only one that plays softly in the background of my dream land. No singing, all piano, many notes, indescribable.
My dream land is a place with no end and were forever stays. I would love to know how that feels. All evil is eliminated. No tears have ever been seen. All people and things are nothing but kind. You are not judged on you skin color or how much money you have or how popular you are. It’s a wonderful place, stress free, all sun and smiles, everyone is welcome, and it’s my special place. Does it exist at all? Will I ever be happy for real? I guess that I could just go there in a dream or something but even then it wouldn’t be as good as I imagine it. Maybe ill just have to wait until I die and go to haven. I mean haven and my dream land are a lot alike.
Money
The world is nothing but money if you really think about it. I mean you pay to go to school so that you can get a job and pay for your house and what is in it. And all the extra things you get such as electronics and sports and going on vacations you have to pay for to, and all of this money goes to someone else so that they can do the same thing. It’s kind of like our own circle of life and it is destroying all of us.
Michael's Music
I like how Michael Jackson put it when he said "we are the world, we are the children, we are the ones who make a brighter day so lets start giving" and when he said "if you want to make the world a better place take a look at yourself and make a change", and all of the other messages that he tried to get to people through his music. It may not have touched many people but it touched me and when I listen to his music it makes me think about my dream land and were we don’t have to make a change because it is a perfect place. But we are the world, we are the children chained together by the love in our hearts.
Dream Land
We would get there by running and never looking back. We would dance on air and wouldn’t need it when we swim. We all have amazing personalities and were all heroes. This land would take your breath away. Nothing but blue skies, beautiful blue skies, and felid after felids of glorious flowers. It would be better than what you se in the movies.
Christmas
Every year for Christmas I ask Santa to take me there for my present but of course i never get to go. Since I didn’t get my Christmas wish I guess that you could say that I don’t get anything for Christmas but that would be too greedy to say. but I know in my heat that the day will come and I will start to run and I will never look back and before I know it I will be there, in my dream world. The smile on my face and the joy in my heart will be bigger than the land itself. I would never have to go back to the dreadful world that some people call home. I would express my true feelings and never have to think about anything bad ever again. I would say and do what ever I wanted with out any one telling me that it was wrong. And telling me every move to make.
Home
When I go home I hear nonstop yelling and screaming. I think my dad is bipolar but ill never know. The piano only bothers me when I hear the same song played multiple times very poorly. Sometimes ill change the song in my head to the one that I wouldn’t mind to hear over and over again. The one and only one that plays softly in the background of my dream land. No singing, all piano, many notes, indescribable.
My dream land is a place with no end and were forever stays. I would love to know how that feels. All evil is eliminated. No tears have ever been seen. All people and things are nothing but kind. You are not judged on you skin color or how much money you have or how popular you are. It’s a wonderful place, stress free, all sun and smiles, everyone is welcome, and it’s my special place. Does it exist at all? Will I ever be happy for real? I guess that I could just go there in a dream or something but even then it wouldn’t be as good as I imagine it. Maybe ill just have to wait until I die and go to haven. I mean haven and my dream land are a lot alike.
Money
The world is nothing but money if you really think about it. I mean you pay to go to school so that you can get a job and pay for your house and what is in it. And all the extra things you get such as electronics and sports and going on vacations you have to pay for to, and all of this money goes to someone else so that they can do the same thing. It’s kind of like our own circle of life and it is destroying all of us.
Michael's Music
I like how Michael Jackson put it when he said "we are the world, we are the children, we are the ones who make a brighter day so lets start giving" and when he said "if you want to make the world a better place take a look at yourself and make a change", and all of the other messages that he tried to get to people through his music. It may not have touched many people but it touched me and when I listen to his music it makes me think about my dream land and were we don’t have to make a change because it is a perfect place. But we are the world, we are the children chained together by the love in our hearts.
Dream Land
We would get there by running and never looking back. We would dance on air and wouldn’t need it when we swim. We all have amazing personalities and were all heroes. This land would take your breath away. Nothing but blue skies, beautiful blue skies, and felid after felids of glorious flowers. It would be better than what you se in the movies.
Christmas
Every year for Christmas I ask Santa to take me there for my present but of course i never get to go. Since I didn’t get my Christmas wish I guess that you could say that I don’t get anything for Christmas but that would be too greedy to say. but I know in my heat that the day will come and I will start to run and I will never look back and before I know it I will be there, in my dream world. The smile on my face and the joy in my heart will be bigger than the land itself. I would never have to go back to the dreadful world that some people call home. I would express my true feelings and never have to think about anything bad ever again. I would say and do what ever I wanted with out any one telling me that it was wrong. And telling me every move to make.
People Controlling your Life without Knowing
no one really teaches you how to live a life once you get one, so I believe that it should be open ended, for you to chose what to do with it and do with it what you will. But I guess that life doesn’t work that way. If you really think about it, when someone tells you what to or how to act do and you do it, they are basically controlling your life and you are not in control of your own life. There pealing away at something good in your life and replacing it with the memory of not being in control. For that for that reason I don’t do most of the things that I am told to do because I want to be me and not something that someone tells me to be. But that isn’t making my life better because than they get mad and yell at me more and I get in more trouble and it kind of melts your proud moment. That is basically what my life is like from the moment that I wake up in the morning until the second that I fall asleep at night. Its like when you make something bad happen and you try to fix it but it either gets worse or it gets better and then later it gets worse again.
Don’t Take Things For Granted
I do take a lot of things for granted and I am a little bit selfish. But that isn’t right. I mean well life is short and you should spend it like you only have a few days left, and I do but get yelled at for it a lot. I can’t tell them why I live this way otherwise they would probably think that I was taking back and then I would be in more trouble. One day I wrote a quote about it. Well here it goes, "you think that I don’t take life seriously but the truth is that I do but just in my own fun way. I don’t want to die knowing that I had a boring life. So don’t judge me on what you see on the outside of me by what you see unless you talk to me about it first (almost like, you can’t judge a book by its cover.) I like to take risks because if you aren’t in my buniess then you shouldn’t car and I do them even when I know that I am going to get in to trouble. So next tome that you see me and yell at me for doing just remember that i’m trying to have a good life/time".
Dance
One of the things in my life that has always been there for me was dance. Dance is what I can do and just relax and let my emotions out by the thing I love to do. I’ve been doing it since I was little and it is amazing.i love to be up on stage and even though i have stage fright i just love it. you can feel the energy all over your body. you feel happy when you know that the audiance loves it. its like magic. It’s kind of undesirable.
My Dad Says
My Dad tells me that everyone in the world is bad and never to love anyone because no one will ever love you. He also says that some way some time some how everyone that you love will let you down. As to what I responded “what a horrible thing to say to your daughter, you lire!". I actually believe that people do let you down but not everyone. I say that everyone that I like is my family until they let me down. So I guess that you could say that my whole family isn’t really a true family and my friends would probably make a better family then them because my friends don’t let me down. They are there for me through thick and thin. They wouldn’t let anyone or anything hurt me. They protect me and love me. They are my family. They care for me. I think they would do anything for me. I would do anything for them.
He Is In More Pain
I guess that the only way to keep from crying is to smile. So I will go on with my life with a smile on my face pretending like nothing is wrong. Ill tries my beat to hide the fact that buried deep down inside of me there is lots of pain. Even though I do suffer I would like to share a story about a boy that went to my church that had it much worse. His name was Michael. From the moment that he was born he was crippled, disabled, sick, and in pain. He was in pain every second of his life. The thing is that hew never complained about it and he always had a smile on his face. He was also a vary nice boy that wanted to be a priests. Michael died at the age of 17 on Nov. 23, 2009. He never acted like anything was wrong when real he suffered every day. I think its amazing how he lived 17 long years and never said a word about how much he suffered.
To Be In Love
Do you know what it is like to be in love? It is the thing that gets you up in the morning (the other thing that gets you up is the need to pee.) love is when you smile when your phone buzzes because you know it’s him. It is when you cry every time you aren’t by him and someone says his name. And when you people say that you are a perfect couple and you say to your self that you are two souls with but a single thought, and two hearts that beat as one. Knowing that Faith makes all things possible, but Love makes them easy. Love knows that you are not loved because you are beautiful but you are beautiful because you are loved. Coming home to flowers at your mail box and your love at your door.
Missing Things in Life
I think that when life flies by so quick that we don’t see the good things but instead we see all of the bad things. And I know that in a few years I will remember this story and only remember the bad things because just like my dream world everything good will just float away just as fast as time itself.
no one really teaches you how to live a life once you get one, so I believe that it should be open ended, for you to chose what to do with it and do with it what you will. But I guess that life doesn’t work that way. If you really think about it, when someone tells you what to or how to act do and you do it, they are basically controlling your life and you are not in control of your own life. There pealing away at something good in your life and replacing it with the memory of not being in control. For that for that reason I don’t do most of the things that I am told to do because I want to be me and not something that someone tells me to be. But that isn’t making my life better because than they get mad and yell at me more and I get in more trouble and it kind of melts your proud moment. That is basically what my life is like from the moment that I wake up in the morning until the second that I fall asleep at night. Its like when you make something bad happen and you try to fix it but it either gets worse or it gets better and then later it gets worse again.
Don’t Take Things For Granted
I do take a lot of things for granted and I am a little bit selfish. But that isn’t right. I mean well life is short and you should spend it like you only have a few days left, and I do but get yelled at for it a lot. I can’t tell them why I live this way otherwise they would probably think that I was taking back and then I would be in more trouble. One day I wrote a quote about it. Well here it goes, "you think that I don’t take life seriously but the truth is that I do but just in my own fun way. I don’t want to die knowing that I had a boring life. So don’t judge me on what you see on the outside of me by what you see unless you talk to me about it first (almost like, you can’t judge a book by its cover.) I like to take risks because if you aren’t in my buniess then you shouldn’t car and I do them even when I know that I am going to get in to trouble. So next tome that you see me and yell at me for doing just remember that i’m trying to have a good life/time".
Dance
One of the things in my life that has always been there for me was dance. Dance is what I can do and just relax and let my emotions out by the thing I love to do. I’ve been doing it since I was little and it is amazing.i love to be up on stage and even though i have stage fright i just love it. you can feel the energy all over your body. you feel happy when you know that the audiance loves it. its like magic. It’s kind of undesirable.
My Dad Says
My Dad tells me that everyone in the world is bad and never to love anyone because no one will ever love you. He also says that some way some time some how everyone that you love will let you down. As to what I responded “what a horrible thing to say to your daughter, you lire!". I actually believe that people do let you down but not everyone. I say that everyone that I like is my family until they let me down. So I guess that you could say that my whole family isn’t really a true family and my friends would probably make a better family then them because my friends don’t let me down. They are there for me through thick and thin. They wouldn’t let anyone or anything hurt me. They protect me and love me. They are my family. They care for me. I think they would do anything for me. I would do anything for them.
He Is In More Pain
I guess that the only way to keep from crying is to smile. So I will go on with my life with a smile on my face pretending like nothing is wrong. Ill tries my beat to hide the fact that buried deep down inside of me there is lots of pain. Even though I do suffer I would like to share a story about a boy that went to my church that had it much worse. His name was Michael. From the moment that he was born he was crippled, disabled, sick, and in pain. He was in pain every second of his life. The thing is that hew never complained about it and he always had a smile on his face. He was also a vary nice boy that wanted to be a priests. Michael died at the age of 17 on Nov. 23, 2009. He never acted like anything was wrong when real he suffered every day. I think its amazing how he lived 17 long years and never said a word about how much he suffered.
To Be In Love
Do you know what it is like to be in love? It is the thing that gets you up in the morning (the other thing that gets you up is the need to pee.) love is when you smile when your phone buzzes because you know it’s him. It is when you cry every time you aren’t by him and someone says his name. And when you people say that you are a perfect couple and you say to your self that you are two souls with but a single thought, and two hearts that beat as one. Knowing that Faith makes all things possible, but Love makes them easy. Love knows that you are not loved because you are beautiful but you are beautiful because you are loved. Coming home to flowers at your mail box and your love at your door.
Missing Things in Life
I think that when life flies by so quick that we don’t see the good things but instead we see all of the bad things. And I know that in a few years I will remember this story and only remember the bad things because just like my dream world everything good will just float away just as fast as time itself.
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