Johnson County Library will close at 5 pm on Wednesday, Nov. 25 and will be closed on Thursday Nov. 26 and Friday, Nov 27.
Life is green, but death chose black. A bully is mean, but nothing like Jack. If I chose a path Would it be good or bad? If I pick a side Would it make you sad? You left for so long. Now what should I do? You left me cold, Now I’m as hollow as you. Life without meaning Is it as bad as no fate? Or
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, He returned home, Threw things at the wall, Forgot I was there,
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, And when I stare up at the grayish-white sky, The clouds
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 I can’t believe you girl you got me open like a book You know I care about
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.
Since one person found out That which none were sure about. Not knowing if it be false or true, That is when it began to ensue.
What shall be wrong with me? What shall I fear What shall be wrong with me is nothing I fear For If I shall fear what is wrong with me I shall only fear myself Even though you shall see me you shall not know. I am a person like everyone else I have friends and family A life of my own I shall be l
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.
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.