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adoption, free verse, love, parents, poetry, valentine's day
14 Sunday Feb 2010
Posted in Life As I Know It, Words and such
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adoption, free verse, love, parents, poetry, valentine's day
01 Thursday Oct 2009
Posted in Life As I Know It, Words and such
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Encouragement, jon mclaughlin, lyrics, Relationships, song, time
I don’t know where your week is at, but everyone needs some encouragement now and then. I stumbled on this song on a cd in my car this morning, and it hit me in just the right place. If you are struggling with anything today, read these lyrics from Jon McLaughlin’s song Just Give It Time, and be strong!
Still waters, heavy hearts
Plans we make all fall apart
Disillusioned and lost in the gray
How can we fix the heart when it breaks?
Don’t know how much more you can takeJust give it time
It’s gonna get better
Now is not forever at all
Just give it time
Everything changes
Tomorrow comes today will be gone
Everything’s gonna be fine
Just give it time, give it timeQuiet landslide when nobody knows
Regretted decisions that nobody chose
Under water and sinking fast
No way out, no way to get back
What might have been is lost in the pastJust give it time
It’s gonna get better
Now is not forever at all
Just give it time
Everything changes
Tomorrow comes today will be gone
Everything’s gonna be fine
Just give it time, give it timeWhen the world you’re in is still again
And it all fades out
You’ve reached the end, begin again nowEverything’s gonna be alright
Everything’s gonna be alright
Just give it time
25 Thursday Jun 2009
Posted in Daily Notes, Words and such
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art, creativity, picture, picture thursday, poetry, word cloud, wordle, words
BIG thanks to Kate for introducing me to wordle.net!! She knows how I do love playing with words, and especially how I love fun creative discoveries!

At wordle.net, you can write or paste in any words you want, and it will generate a great little word cloud. Then you can have at it and adjust the font, layout, and coloring to your liking!

Clearly, I started having a bit too much fun with it, but there are so many possibilities! And I sure do love word clouds…

*note, there is no spell check, and after saving my pictures I realized I spelled some things wrong. Sadly, once you make it, you can’t really change it. Oh well!!
29 Wednesday Oct 2008
Posted in Words and such
20 Monday Oct 2008
Posted in Words and such
To be the kissed
–receiving affection, embracing protection–
is to learn love, allowing another to step in and teach,
accepting someone to walk at your side
securing their joyful gifts for your journey.
But to be the kisser
–showering affection, offering protection–
is to embody love, taking strides into another’s life
abandoning yourself to walk beside them,
sacrificing to bring their journey joy.
To be the kissed is to be loved,
but to be the kisser
is to be love.
20 Monday Oct 2008
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I have dreamed of planning a heist.
I know it’s crazy, but it’s true.
We could walk in like the cool
guys in the movies do. We’d nail
the job, and steal the guard’s jacket,
and leave the vault an empty space.
Or we could fly to outer space.
Tell NASA our plan and make haste
to get a puffy white jacket,
pants, and mask so we’d be true
to the astronaut look. I’d bite my nails
as we fly and the air turns cool.
I think a bike could make us cool
while we cruise open space.
And if a tire grabs a nail,
we’d stop to ask the diner host,
“Know where we can find a True
Value?” Riders in leather jackets.
I couldn’t wear a straight jacket.
Shrinks keep their rooms too cool.
Although I’d be insane, true,
I wouldn’t notice all that space.
I’d walk around, without hope,
my head echoing, pounding nails.
I had a dream about a nail
driven through a man’s brown jacket,
among the almost holy of holies,
standing at attention in the cool
breeze with no purpose but to fill space,
no on knowing what is true.
I’m not sure what I truly
want. A home, held by nails.
The family room, with lots of space
for our kids. But a yellow jacket
stings the baby, whose hands turn cool.
Forehead–a fever burning hot.
I see true love in a tuxedo jacket.
My manicured nails–losing my cool,
and not a space from here to heaven.
07 Tuesday Oct 2008
Posted in Words and such
Sun streaks skies in splendor.
It splendors my skin with life.
Your life leads through – a leafy cascader –
And cuts clouds’ capes by knife.
Not near, nor near enough need you be
For me to know your nearness here.
Help heaven to hold helpless hands free
From fear forever in flowers felt dear.
Deeper in despair dive down.
Dear Lord, do save my sight.
Slip saving grace in snorkel’s crown
Where coral creeps, with capsizing might.
My morning mourns the missing moon,
When your sun splendors our skies too soon.
06 Monday Oct 2008
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So, I am cleaning out my desk…and by desk, I mean folders on my laptop. A favorite nerdy, obsessive pastime of mine is condensing and reorganizing such folders. So do not be surprised if in the next few weeks I begin releasing some poems I have rediscovered/rewritten. Some are pretty awful. Some I’m pretty proud of. You never know what you’re going to get when reaching into the poem hat…
07 Thursday Aug 2008
Posted in Blogging Blah Blah, Words and such
Several possible audiences exist when you create a blog. Your particular target depends on a number of factors, which are all very similar to the questions you had to answer in first grade when making “book reports” (I say making instead of writing because they usually had more markers and glue than words).
Factor one: Who are you?
Whenever I see a new blog, I first think, Who are you? And why should I read your blog? I feel like if I actually asked this question, instead of just thinking it, a surprising number of people respond, No one important, and I don’t care if you read it or not, including myself. If you are someone hilarious, your target audience is people who enjoy hilarity. If you are someone depressed, your target audience is people who are depressed…and people in Psy.D. programs. If you are affiliated with a certain religion, your target audience is others associated with that same religion. And so on. Granted, one beautiful quality of writing on the internet is that it is like acting—you can be anyone you want. So I guess this question really is, who do you want to be, or at least who are you claiming to be.
Factor two: What are you?
A serial killer who helps the FBI solve murder mysteries by studying blood spatter (shout out if you love Dexter)? An unemployed loser who sits on his but drinking beer all day? A yoga goddess who knows how to achieve complete peace with the world? What you are is very important. It determines what type of knowledge (or lack thereof) you will pass on to your audience.
Factor three: Where are you?
This actually isn’t terribly important due to the depths of the earth the internet can reach. However, if you are in the United States (for example), and speaking English, you probably don’t want your audience to be a small Creole speaking community in Africa.
Factor four: When are you?
I had to use when because it fits…but really, how old are you? Are you writing for your own age group? Are you telling people older than yourself what you don’t think they know? Or passing on your infinite wisdom to the hooligans down the street?
Factor Five: Why are you?
What’s your story? Why are you who you are? This is getting really deep. Just think about it.
My audience.
Well, I am a fairly average girl, who has innumerable thoughts going through her head at any given moment and overanalyzes most of them, living in the southern U.S., in my early twenties. And why I am…is just a really complicated question. I’m sure that will appear evident overtime.
Therefore, my audience is pretty much anyone who feels like listening. Ideally, people who can relate and a) sympathize, b) ignite an in-depth discussion of the topic at hand, or c) wants to know about my life. “C” is probably just my parents (hi family…). “A” and “B” are maybe some friends? Co-workers? Random blog junkies? I’m not really sure.
Love.