*Lying here listening to the rain
Pondering how it will never be the same
my heart is in pain
although I've tried to stay sane
What has happened in the past
Made it so it couldn't last
I feel like the flag should be at half mast
the blinds all drawn and the shades cast
I listen as the drops hit the roof
as if demanding some sort of proof
-I'm tired of hanging on
for once I don't want to be strong
going from here to gone
Although I knew all along
It's still hard to comprehend
that it is all coming to an end
though it's only a bend
I'm going to miss you my friend
*A start is a start.
-Stormy, stormy nights.
Stormy, stormy days.
Where are you going?
What made you this way?
*speaking out loud
but lost in the drone
standing in a crowd
but I'm still all alone
-Slipping away into an abyss
not knowing where I am going
or if I'll even be missed.
Longing for longing
Yearning for yearning.
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| * Although it is logical, it never occurred to me before that semi-drivers have to be student drivers at some point too! haha |
* I think the reason that I love Thursdays so much is that I was born on
Thursday, September 3, 1992 at 3:29 p.m
* I'm so confused
what should I do
my heart is still bruised
how can I make it through
Things aren't what they seem to be
mixed messages surround
how do I discover how to be me
amongst all this paradoxical sound
*Balloons pop when released due to Boyle's Gas Law that states that for a fixed quantity of gas at a constant temperature volume is inversely related to pressure so as the balloon rises the pressure decreases and the volume increases causing it to pop.
*Times of good
and times of bad
Through the happy
and through the sad
When you're happy
Or when you're mad
No Matter what you'll always be my dad.
*This smile has been here a while
I have been smiling so long
that this smile is still on
Even though the feeling behind it is gone
I just wish it would go away
So then they could see the pain inside
But it looks like it's here to stay
And the pain it will continue to hide.
*Our minds are infinite. With infinite possibilities, thoughts, and ideas.
So where did our infinite minds come from?
From an infinite being of course.
It is only logical.
Something finite could not create something so infinite.
It would defy everything we know to be true.
A dog can not create a chicken, but a dog can create a dog.
Infinite creates infinite.
But finite cannot create infinite.
Our infinite minds, souls, and personalities are just a few of the wonderful miracles given to us by our loving infinite Heavenly Father and His son Jesus Christ.
*Something brought you to that old familiar place again
You’ve been there so many times
Every time you’re there you know you’re alone
You wish someone would come find you and take your hand
They ask you where you’re at
But they’re already gone before you can answer
You try to be strong and act like you know
But you’re actually lost you don’t know where to go
Rainy roads
Driving home
The road is wet
The drops from the sky and my eyes cloud my view
My view of what’s ahead is blurred
I search for the signs to tell me where I am
Happy thinking Everyone....Emily Sue
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