tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89586989240403733562024-02-20T05:45:34.613-08:00Milly's PoemsMillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04856936729733004420noreply@blogger.comBlogger77125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8958698924040373356.post-426095636072596912024-02-10T17:41:00.000-08:002024-02-10T17:41:46.030-08:00My Mind is Frozen<p>My mind, frozen and unable to come up with what's next.<br />How can this be my world?<br />One that was so clear, but is now so unsure.</p><p>I know what to do, but what do I want? <br />What is there to look forward to in the near future.<br />There is a sense of confusion whirling, swirling,<br />a moment of joy, followed by sadness.<br /><br />I feel like a tree blowing around and now moving anywhere far,<br />and my mind is frozen.</p><p>Written 2022</p>Millyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04856936729733004420noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8958698924040373356.post-15106365230905236742024-01-24T18:13:00.000-08:002024-01-24T18:20:27.437-08:00Best<p><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: small;">Silence surrounds me like a comfy blanket. <br /></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: small;">No words are needed in this moment <br />to have understanding between two people.<br />Completed thoughts and conversations come and go, <br />but that’s OK because words aren’t always needed.</span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: small;"> The company </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: small;">I share the room with <br />makes me feel safe and welcome <br />the feeling hits me like a rock hits a window, <br />shattering it to pieces. <br /><br />My pieces are bricks <br />in the wall I’ve been building all my life <br />to keep me safe. <br />Relief feels warm in my soul <br />like the love I feel for the ones I love.<br /></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: small;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: small;">To feel truly understood is like learning to walk,<br />something new yet exciting <br />that can help me move and grow.</span></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: small;"><br />My mind stops racing <br /></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: small;">and feels calm.<br />In that moment <br />I know that things will be OK. <br /><br />I have a bright light in my life<br /> and that light is you.</span></p>Millyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04856936729733004420noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8958698924040373356.post-42497511970593804022020-02-15T15:38:00.001-08:002020-02-15T15:38:22.138-08:00OverloadMy mind is numb<br />I feel my heart thumping in my chest<br />I feel my head pounding in accordance<br />My body is finally relaxing.<br /><br />Im overwhelmed with so many emotions,<br />My body screams at me to release it,<br />No escape comes, and i sit with the knowledge that i don't know how to go on.<br /><br />Music is my release, but not this time,<br />My mind is like an overflowing drawer with things without a place. There is no escape from the chaos, from the reality of what is now.Millyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04856936729733004420noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8958698924040373356.post-77381499961350227092018-06-30T21:54:00.001-07:002018-06-30T21:54:31.223-07:00A Quiet Mind<p dir="ltr">My mind is quiet while the room around me screams,  people talking and babies crying, legos clinking and the tv singing a song to its toddler audience .</p>
<p dir="ltr">My mind is quiet with thoughts of the past, the smiles and the laughs, the songs and the stories.</p>
<p dir="ltr">My mind is quiet thinking of how much i could use a hug to make things seem so much better, to take some stress away. </p>
<p dir="ltr">My mind is quietly calming me down,  preparing me to go with the flow and work as hard as i can.  </p>
<p dir="ltr">My mind is quiet with thoughts of what i can do to make you proud, to keep the boat afloat.</p>
<p dir="ltr">My mind is quiet until someone says "can you grab this for me in a medium" and i snap out of my mind and smile and stand tall and walk with my head up all the while still thinking of how much i miss you.</p>
Millyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04856936729733004420noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8958698924040373356.post-75425835394252689412018-05-22T09:13:00.001-07:002018-05-22T09:13:47.372-07:00In the Air<p dir="ltr">6/28/<u>17</u></p>
<p dir="ltr">Heat,  i can handle, <br>
Humidity,  not so much<br>
My curls frizz, <br>
I look like a different person. </p>
<p dir="ltr">My lungs fill with the damp air<br>
I feel the struggle to breathe, <br>
The fear of suffocating in the back of my mind. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I can feel the dampness<br>
In the classroom around me,<br>
The tables sticky<br>
and the paper feels different,<br>
Soft and wet in texture. <br>
I'm cold yet sweaty, <br>
it's not a fever,<br>
it's the humidity that surrounds me.  </p>
<p dir="ltr">I wait for the rain to come-<br>
Hopefully taking the humidity away<br>
With each drop off rain that falls. <br>
If only. </p>
Millyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04856936729733004420noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8958698924040373356.post-28664568665996667272018-05-22T09:02:00.001-07:002018-05-22T10:18:04.517-07:00Him<p dir="ltr">July 2017</p>
<p dir="ltr">Simple seeds spread joy,<br>
Flowers bloom as Spring-<br>
Warms the chilled ground.<br>
Rain falling from the damp clouds,<br>
like tears falling from my eyes,<br>
Steady yet soothing.</p>
<p dir="ltr">The Sun beating on my skin<br>
feels like home, when I was<br>
young- when life was sweet<br>
like honey <u>in</u> my bedtime tea.<br>
I miss those dark eyes- saying<br>
I love you and good night.</p>
Millyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04856936729733004420noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8958698924040373356.post-31082955670089687922018-05-22T08:49:00.000-07:002018-05-22T08:50:00.350-07:00Another World<p dir="ltr">7/19/17</p>
<p dir="ltr">Reading calms my mind,<br>
Soothes my soul,<br>
Takes me to another world,<br>
Helps me <u>e</u>scape my reality,<br>
the one that mentally drains me and makes it hard to be.<br>
Let me escape until I find a place I love and I can stay for evermore.</p>
Millyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04856936729733004420noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8958698924040373356.post-64830378521959467032018-05-22T08:43:00.001-07:002018-05-22T08:43:35.993-07:00Someday, Maybe<p dir="ltr">9/12/17</p>
<p dir="ltr">Strong body but tired mind,<br>
Young in body but old in soul. <br>
I live my life day today and week by week,<br>
What has to be done to stay afloat,<br>
to survive in this dog eat dog world<br>
Where money is everything and if you don't have plenty you're living paycheck to paycheck.<br>
The uncertainty of when things can and will happen in a life that we are told we have control over.<br>
I have control over little.<br>
I can control my attitude<br>
I can control the respect I give to others<br>
When I go to sleep or when I'm hungry. <br>
I can't control what others judge about me, <br>
if someone doesn't see the potential I have.<br>
This life I'm living is not the one I'd pick for myself in my late twenties. <br>
A woman of nearly thirty has her life put together and is on the right path she chose. Right? <br>
Not this time.<br>
I have a passion to inspire others, but I have to do in on my own time. <br>
Some day, maybe things will work out, <br>
Maybe I'll live in a spacious place with the people I love the most, <br>
my fur baby and I cuddling on the weekends when I have my only chance to sleep in. <br>
Maybe, just maybe, some day maybe, I'll feel whole.</p>
Millyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04856936729733004420noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8958698924040373356.post-59865712460303740952017-06-18T09:04:00.001-07:002017-06-18T09:04:13.828-07:00To D, With Love<p dir="ltr">You are my sunshine<br>
loving enormously <br>
a gorgeous woman<br>
sweet like honey<br>
always cool<br>
dreaming of a symphony<br>
music whispering to your beauty<br>
together you and I drunk on life<br>
you my friend like <br>
a wind beneath me soaring blue sky<br>
ever after.<br><br></p>
Millyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04856936729733004420noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8958698924040373356.post-40270778719605958322016-12-28T00:55:00.001-08:002016-12-28T00:55:13.214-08:00I Know a Girl<p dir="ltr">I know a girl who is kind and true <br>
Not afraid to be who she is. <br>
I know a girl who is filled with so much love and is caring and genuine. <br>
I know a girl who knows what to say to make me laugh and can cheer me up when I'm feeling low. <br>
I know a girl that is so intelligent but loves to swear and it makes her who she is, wonderful. <br>
I know a girl who can't imagine my life without and for whom I'm very grateful to know. <br>
</p>
Millyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04856936729733004420noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8958698924040373356.post-37314841075108039162016-05-29T22:32:00.001-07:002016-05-29T22:34:48.789-07:00Can't Fool Me<p dir="ltr">Sadness engulfs me and I don't know why, <br>
I'm surrounded by people but I feel lonely.  <br>
I find myself putting a smile on my face to hide my true feelings. <br>
I fool those around me,  they don't know my suffering. <br>
I walk past a crowd of people with my head held high,  holding back the tears that are starting to sting my eyes. <br>
I may fool them,  but I can't fool myself. <br>
The sadness engulfs me.  </p>
Millyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04856936729733004420noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8958698924040373356.post-83510515111652392942016-05-29T19:58:00.000-07:002016-05-29T19:58:18.803-07:00Je ne t'oublierai jamais (I'll never forget you)So much unsaid that now I can't say.<br />
I'm stuck in the past with no closure,<br />
no way to say goodbye to someone who meant so much.<br />
<br />
I celebrate you everyday,<br />
in my classroom, with my students, with my friends.<br />
I am who I am today because you being a part of my life<br />
changed me for good.<br />
<br />
I'll never forget your humor or your amazing personality.<br />
I'll never forget what you taught me.<br />
Tu me manques et je ne t'oublierai jamais.Millyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04856936729733004420noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8958698924040373356.post-73572333507700487162012-01-10T21:08:00.001-08:002016-05-29T17:51:34.703-07:00Power of Duende<div style="font: 12.0px "cambria"; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;">
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At a concert you listen to a singer.</div>
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She sways as the words flow from her body, </div>
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You sit in your chair wondering where her</div>
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Passion comes from, what is this thing </div>
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That makes you feel the words she is singing.</div>
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At a museum you walk through the halls and </div>
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Stop at a painting,</div>
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This one really caught your eye, there is great</div>
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Detail and feeling in this paining, this gives you an </div>
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Idea of what the painter was trying to paint, what he felt.</div>
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At a reading, a poet reads his poem aloud,</div>
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The metaphors roll through your head and paint </div>
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A picture, they give you a feeling, you wonder how this </div>
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Poet could write something that could make you</div>
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Feel so deeply, by his words.</div>
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Could it be a muse? An Angel? <span style="font: 12.0px 'Lucida Grande';"><br /></span>It must be Duende,</div>
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For there is no greater power. </div>
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Millyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04856936729733004420noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8958698924040373356.post-12170740685229733082012-01-10T20:56:00.000-08:002012-01-10T21:08:16.708-08:00Christmas Untitled<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><b>Written 1/9/2012</b></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; min-height: 16.0px"><b><br /></b></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma">The fake needles scratch</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma">the skin as you put the tree up.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; min-height: 16.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma">The glitter ornaments shimmer</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma">as you turn on the colored lights</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma">for the first time this december.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; min-height: 16.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma">Ornaments of different shapes and</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma">sizes drape from the branches.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; min-height: 16.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma">Presents start to stack under the</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma">tree, different types of wrapping,</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma">tags with many different names.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; min-height: 16.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma">There's excitement and laughter as </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma">you watch family open their gifts.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; min-height: 16.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma">Ham with mashed potatoes, corn</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma">and pumpkin pie fill the dinner </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma">table, family talks while you eat,</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; min-height: 16.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma">When over and more time has</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma">passed it's time to put t he past behind. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; min-height: 16.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma">You pack up the ornaments, the </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma">tinsel, the lights, and as the needles </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma">scratch the skin one more time there</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma">is a feeling of sadness.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma; min-height: 16.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma">For christmas time is gone, </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Tahoma">But it will will come again next year.</p>Millyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04856936729733004420noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8958698924040373356.post-355024520793162602012-01-10T20:53:00.000-08:002012-01-10T20:56:23.835-08:00All I Want To Do11/2010<div><br /><div>All I Want To Do</div><div>Is be done with papers</div><div>and tests and take a</div><div>break from school,</div><div><br /></div><div>Is be closer to being done </div><div>paying student loans back</div><div>Instead of not started,</div><div><br /></div><div>Is be the kind of person </div><div>who once starts something</div><div>finishes it shortly after.</div><div><br /></div><div>All I want to do is </div><div>love, and be loved,</div><div>and keep loving and </div><div>being loved =)</div></div>Millyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04856936729733004420noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8958698924040373356.post-58532549386673389642012-01-10T20:51:00.000-08:002012-01-10T20:53:41.049-08:00Surprise<b>11/2010</b><div><br /></div><div>Rain drops fall on my </div><div>head and my hair gets</div><div>damp with the smell</div><div>of rain around me.</div><div><br /></div><div>I cover my head with</div><div>a newspaper but eventually</div><div>even that starts to soften</div><div>and more rain falls upon me.</div><div><br /></div><div>It's not that I don't like</div><div>the rain, it's that it</div><div>surprises me with it's </div><div>awful timing of coming.</div><div><br /></div><div>If the rain could maybe</div><div>give me a warning every</div><div>once and a while, maybe</div><div>I could have my umbrella. </div>Millyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04856936729733004420noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8958698924040373356.post-80138749208210221162012-01-10T20:48:00.000-08:002012-01-10T20:51:07.578-08:00Lonely<b>11/2010</b><div><br /></div><div>Alone in my room I </div><div>feel joy.</div><div><br /></div><div>Alone except for the </div><div>feeling of lonliness.</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm sure you know</div><div>what it's like. </div><div><br /></div><div>Being alone. You've</div><div>been alone.</div><div><br /></div><div>When I've left you and</div><div>forgotten your pages.</div><div><br /></div><div>I apologize for leaving you,</div><div>I know what it's like,</div><div><br /></div><div>To be alone, as you have. </div>Millyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04856936729733004420noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8958698924040373356.post-829747664587803362012-01-10T20:47:00.001-08:002016-12-28T00:58:01.041-08:00Driving<div><b>11/2010</b></div><div><br></div>White and small,<div>Cold and Wet,</div><div>falling and stopping.</div><div><br></div><div>I like to watch you from inside,</div><div>But leave me be,</div><div>I'm driving.</div><div><br></div><div>I'm not always safe when you're around.</div><div>I'm scared of what will happen. </div>Millyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04856936729733004420noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8958698924040373356.post-43835398570253298092012-01-10T20:46:00.001-08:002012-01-10T20:46:33.252-08:00Happiness<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria; min-height: 14.0px"><b>11/2010</b></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria">Hello happiness, I've left you so far behind.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria">My mind is filled with need and wants and</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria">I can't focus anymore.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria">Why does this world have to be money oriented.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria">Nothing can be done without it,</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria">People are living on the streets because</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria">They don't have it.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria">Why can't we pay with kindness and emotions?</p>Millyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04856936729733004420noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8958698924040373356.post-40466778027282966242012-01-10T20:27:00.002-08:002012-01-10T20:42:07.326-08:00I Can Feel You<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria"><b>11/2010</b></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria"><br /></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria">Tonight I can feel your presence,</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria">Almost like you never left and your</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria">Still standing close, watching my every move.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria">I hear your whisper and I'm scared</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria">Because I know it's not real and</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria">I'll loose you once again.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria">But tonight, I'll keep you here,</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria">I can feel your presence. </p>Millyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04856936729733004420noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8958698924040373356.post-22619234231466520092012-01-10T20:27:00.001-08:002017-06-18T09:23:12.355-07:00Nothing<p dir="ltr">11/2010<br></p>
<p dir="ltr">My mind fills with blankness.<br></p>
<p dir="ltr">I'm blind to see all i knew before.<br></p>
<p dir="ltr">The words and the definitions I memorized.<br></p>
<p dir="ltr">This test time will be worthless without that.<br></p>
<p dir="ltr">Information somewhere in my mind, </p>
<p dir="ltr">The mind which is blank and full of nothing. </p>
Millyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04856936729733004420noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8958698924040373356.post-85153376032661481682012-01-10T20:15:00.001-08:002012-01-10T20:15:41.575-08:00What<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops:136.65pt"><b></b></p><b><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria"><b>10/2010</b></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria"><b><br /></b></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria">Soft whispers fill a classroom, </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria">something is coming,</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria">the smell of corndogs cooking in the cafeteria,</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria">the sound of the band playing down the hall. </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria">A bang outside the room, </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria">Mr. Feller looks out the glass of the door,</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria">the hall is empty,</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria">‘What’s that’ asked by a high pitched voice.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria">Something sweet fills the room,</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria">it becomes cloudy and we cannot</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria"> - see what’ going on anymore</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria">it’s like blindness all around.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria">We’re all down on the floor crawling,</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria">‘what do we do’ someone asked,</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria">no answer from Mr.Feller-</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria">fear fills the room from the students.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria">A few minutes pass.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria">Mr.Feller clears his throat, </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria">the room clears, all faces are seen again,</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria">No voices are heard, </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria">except Mr. Fellers soft whisper ‘what was that?’</p></b><p></p> <!--EndFragment-->Millyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04856936729733004420noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8958698924040373356.post-48638780643485755052012-01-10T20:14:00.001-08:002012-01-10T20:14:23.248-08:00Music<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria"><b>11/2010</b></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria"><b><br /></b></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria">Violins start us out, slow and sweet.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria">The vibrato gives chills to its listener.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria">The horns join in with a sweet melody,</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria">They play together in harmony.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria">We catch an oboe in a solo,</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria">The flutes and clarinets join in.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria">Suddenly we’re unaware of what’s going on</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria">Around us, we’re sucked in.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria">A voice starts singing and it’s beautiful, </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria">Charming and it takes us on a journey</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria">Through a song we’ll want to stay with,</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria">And never want that moment to end.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p>Millyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04856936729733004420noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8958698924040373356.post-35317331320589187592012-01-10T20:12:00.000-08:002012-01-10T20:13:15.007-08:00Fads<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria"><b>11/2010</b></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria"><b><br /></b></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria">Tattoos are cool one day and</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria">then they’re out the next. Seems </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria">like everyone has one these days.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria">Piercings are in one day and </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria">then they’re not the next, Seems like</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria">everyone is getting their nose pierced these days.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria">Bellbottoms were cool in the 70’s </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria">and then they went out of style.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria">Now it seems everyone’s got a pair.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria">Fads are in, then out, then back</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria">again. What new fads will wee see next?</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p>Millyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04856936729733004420noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8958698924040373356.post-69049853872370380302012-01-10T20:11:00.001-08:002012-01-10T20:11:55.211-08:00Beads<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><b></b></p><b><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria"><b>11/2010</b></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria"><b><br /></b></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria">Beads, there are so many.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria">They make earrings and</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria">Bracelets and necklaces</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria">And sometimes even rings.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria">People use thread and</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria">Wire and different metals</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria">To make jewelry that </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria">beads are used for.</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria">But what else can beads do?</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria">Spill all over, get lost in the carpet,</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria">become a pain in the butt when </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria">you can’t find them. But beads</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria">will be beads, and they’re</p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Cambria">sometimes nice to look at.</p><div><br /></div></b><p></p> <!--EndFragment-->Millyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04856936729733004420noreply@blogger.com0