All Library locations will be closed Monday, June 19th for the Juneteenth holiday.
When I offered you
A heart full of love
You responded,
like this woman in a toy store
when I tried to spend a two dollar bill
a relative had given me
years ago, when I was young...
Keep it. It may be worth something someday.
I sit in my bed,
Rain pouring outside,
Sadness of the past flooding through my windows,
The night that my father left,
The day he decided I did not matter,
At a young age,
I was left alone,
On a rainy night like this one,
Hours past,
DIM… DIM… DIM… DIM… DIM… The soft, high note of the last key on a piano rang through the night repeatedly… and it was keeping someone up.
Sometimes, when the soft spring rain
slowly soaks the earth,
And lightly fingers everything,
Giving it a coat of droplets,
The color of everything begins to fade...
It darkens out the colors
And smooths out texture.
It creates a soft scene,
Was’ up with you and me
can you tell me that
I think the way you have been treating me
is flat out whack
I’ve been putting myself out there
as the months have gone by
But no matter how far we get
you continue to pull back
A secret that was not meant for ears,
Would be told for many years.
Some whispered words meant for a friend,
Would be overheard and spread without end.
I am the quiet little Hispanic girl,
Light skinned
people make fun of me
they say I am not the color I’m supposed to be.
But who cares? It’s me not you!
Every time that you
promise It puts me in this
constant positive mood then
you let me down
why don’t you just stop it?
Getting my hopes up so high
why would you even bother?
This relationship slightly
reminding me of my father
Honestly, if you ever think about it
No one ever knows where to turn,
The corridors are melting into hallways
These hallways are melting into hell.
Life to all, the empty promise
I’ve found something new
Take your script and watch it slip through
Cracks so obvious
And we still fight in vain
Who’s the one that wins?
No one’s truly saved
No room left to swim
Life to all, the empty promise
Silence is here again.
No whispering trees
Not even a howl from the wind.
The river no longer laughs.
The sounds of our happiness are gone,
But I will never forget that bright autumn day
It looked a bit like Lila, but it wasn’t Lila. I don’t know why people say that when someone dies they look like they’re sleeping. Her skin was dull grey and colder than ice. Her long body lay limp and heavy on the stainless steel table. Her clothes were dirty and rumpled.
The sky gleamed a radiant blend of colors which reflected on the glassy ocean. The aroma of varieties of flowers fresh from the fields lingered in the air.
Today is one of those days, where everyone stops to take a minute and appreciate what we have, rather than what we want. We worry about the tiny little things in life that don’t matter, instead of the things that can change our life. Today is one of those days.
I love watching cows. They remind me of my blankets on cold nights, when all is freezing, and I need something to snuggle up with. Each cow is unique, like a snowflake. Sometimes it’s hard to find the difference, but if you look close enough the picture becomes clear.
Life is a never-ending coil
With twists and turns
And you are the one thing that I did not count on.
You are the mistake in a waltz.
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Standing on this stage, my life flashing before
My eyes, I remember a time of Youthful
Bliss where the impossible was possible.
Singing sweet melodies to Snow White and
The Wicked Witch, six with fans hanging
On to my every Judy Garland high note.
Yeah, I’m a dreamer,
I dream of so many things.
But do you know what separates all
you other dreamers from me?
You all actually work to achieve your
dreams, you
dream about the future and what you
want to become.