Acts from God
Hehehe, just got back from drama. Our show rocks! Tomorrow is going to be SWEET!
Topic: Acts of God
I was a bit saddened yesterday when I noticed that my ankle bracelet was gone... sigh... If you must know, I am a bit superstitious. No, I'm not all about "black cats" and "holding breath in a graveyard" and all that crap. I just take random things that happen as "signs from above". For example, I cried when I lost my walking stick because it signified that I would never enjoy exploring my back woods as I used to. When I lost my wand, I was sad because it symbolized that now I was done with being headmistress of WWC and that I would never believe in witchcraft again. And all of those things were true, scarily enough. I interpret dreams the same way. One dream involved me being saved by a friend in a truck, but then later, he walked away and was replaced by somebody else. And that next week, I kind of lost that first friend, but made another- the same guy who replaced my first friend in my dream. Coincidence? I think not.
So imagine my despair when I lost my ankle bracelet! It represented something important to me, and now its gone. Oh well, it proves my point that nothing last forever. Even the stars die out eventually...
So, yeah, if a couple of chapters of my story get deleted or lost, it is an act of God. He's trying to tell me that those chapters stunk like hiccup and that I can do a lot better. Same with me losing a very antique brooch that belonged to my grandmother. It was God telling me that I should let go off her death and that I should continue on with life. There have been many other "acts of God", but as to my most favorite one, I will explain later when the time is appropriate...
But when is it ever the appropriate time? Sometimes I feel that I always miss the "appropriate time" and end up coming in too late, or too early. Sigh. Sometimes I wish that people would just leave me alone...
My mind is a balloon
Filled with so much air
And compressed between
Hard, cold weights until
All air is gone and it is
A broken husk of cheap plastic.
Wow, I am running out of cool poems. Yeah, there are others, but who said that I wanted to share them with everybody? Lol. Lets see... hmmm... this poem is not a frustration poem. None of my feelings went into this, lol, its more like a poem written by someone else in love, because after watching so many people who possess this crazy disease, I had to write about it. So here it goes...
SPINNING
This crazy infection of mind
Takes the controls of my life
And spins them until the world becomes
A blur of dark rainbows.
All else swirls around and
Becomes a small, insignificant dust mite
Compared to your unique statue.
All other aromas are like the heavy stench
Of sewage because they aren't yours
All other hands are hard, cold chicken claws
While yours are so soft, so sweet, so warm
Liked baked bread pulled out of the oven.
No other voice can match
Your candied song addressed to me
You are my heart, my soul, my life
The world cannot spin without you
My mind cannot think without you
I cannot live without you
So how can you live without me?
Lets see, that was one of my "Spanish poems" lol. Mr. Sabella is soooo oblivious...
Well, Gotta go
CANT WAIT FOR TOMORROW!
:-)
Llama Phoenix
Topic: Acts of God
I was a bit saddened yesterday when I noticed that my ankle bracelet was gone... sigh... If you must know, I am a bit superstitious. No, I'm not all about "black cats" and "holding breath in a graveyard" and all that crap. I just take random things that happen as "signs from above". For example, I cried when I lost my walking stick because it signified that I would never enjoy exploring my back woods as I used to. When I lost my wand, I was sad because it symbolized that now I was done with being headmistress of WWC and that I would never believe in witchcraft again. And all of those things were true, scarily enough. I interpret dreams the same way. One dream involved me being saved by a friend in a truck, but then later, he walked away and was replaced by somebody else. And that next week, I kind of lost that first friend, but made another- the same guy who replaced my first friend in my dream. Coincidence? I think not.
So imagine my despair when I lost my ankle bracelet! It represented something important to me, and now its gone. Oh well, it proves my point that nothing last forever. Even the stars die out eventually...
So, yeah, if a couple of chapters of my story get deleted or lost, it is an act of God. He's trying to tell me that those chapters stunk like hiccup and that I can do a lot better. Same with me losing a very antique brooch that belonged to my grandmother. It was God telling me that I should let go off her death and that I should continue on with life. There have been many other "acts of God", but as to my most favorite one, I will explain later when the time is appropriate...
But when is it ever the appropriate time? Sometimes I feel that I always miss the "appropriate time" and end up coming in too late, or too early. Sigh. Sometimes I wish that people would just leave me alone...
My mind is a balloon
Filled with so much air
And compressed between
Hard, cold weights until
All air is gone and it is
A broken husk of cheap plastic.
Wow, I am running out of cool poems. Yeah, there are others, but who said that I wanted to share them with everybody? Lol. Lets see... hmmm... this poem is not a frustration poem. None of my feelings went into this, lol, its more like a poem written by someone else in love, because after watching so many people who possess this crazy disease, I had to write about it. So here it goes...
SPINNING
This crazy infection of mind
Takes the controls of my life
And spins them until the world becomes
A blur of dark rainbows.
All else swirls around and
Becomes a small, insignificant dust mite
Compared to your unique statue.
All other aromas are like the heavy stench
Of sewage because they aren't yours
All other hands are hard, cold chicken claws
While yours are so soft, so sweet, so warm
Liked baked bread pulled out of the oven.
No other voice can match
Your candied song addressed to me
You are my heart, my soul, my life
The world cannot spin without you
My mind cannot think without you
I cannot live without you
So how can you live without me?
Lets see, that was one of my "Spanish poems" lol. Mr. Sabella is soooo oblivious...
Well, Gotta go
CANT WAIT FOR TOMORROW!
:-)
Llama Phoenix