Johnson County Library will close at 5 pm on Wednesday, Nov. 25 and will be closed on Thursday Nov. 26 and Friday, Nov 27.
You may think that color paints the Earth, but really you're wrong. The things we say have been the culprits all wrong Take this book, take a look inside, Don't you see the things we should use with pride? They fill our hearts, our minds, our soul, You can't fill all of them in a bowl. There are
I gotta learn to be good I gotta learn to do right I gotta keep my thoughts straight and survive another night. I have good thoughts & I have bad thoughts. I gotta empty my brain before it starts to rot. A life well lived... I gotta live it to the fullest. Just because I act bad doesn’t mean
A call is a call as a body will fall, And all through it all the men will stand tall. To service the call is to liven the brawl. On their bellies they crawl while the others may stall. We remember them all whose names paint the wall. Their duties once called, and answered by all. Please keep to y
My big brother was shot and killed late night October 17th At a house party just relaxing trying to do his thing Got into an Altercation but decided to walk away But the oppose continued agitating all out of his rage They got into a scuffle that’s when 7 shots rang out Took 4 to the stomach 2 to
The congregation; working actors, writers, dancers, and painters looking for inspiration The ministry; museum curators, storytellers, and teachers that spread the word The saints; those who made sacrifices for art’s sake and are forever embedded in history The chants and choruses; rock ballads, c
You don't know us, Unless you've been there, We live differently, We live our ways, We fight our ways, We make our own decisions, Without parents, Without any real danger, But you see it all as danger, We know it’s a computer, We know the danger, We know the safety, All we want to do is be left a
In that worn book With its black etched pages Scribble marked paths You chose through the ages Even paqes wished forgotten Outnumber those loved Paper winqs ripped out And thrown flittering up above Maybe, you will realize Later in a day [twas really your wings That you threw away
My mind is a library Sorted thoughts of countless words Memories of different years Information stored upon thousands of shelves One little push on one of the shelves And they will all collapse like dominos Falling on top of each other violently Scattering everything Simply everything One little
The world is a spinning ball of darkness when there is no light. The answers are hidden in a lying mess when there is no truth.
The happiness is crying mournful tears when there is no joy. The bravery is retreating from its fears when there is no strength.
I’m looking for a trash can, I’m looking for a broom. I need to get a move on I have to leave this place soon. But I can’t find the door anymore I can’t leave this place, Cause of all the mess I’ve made Caught up in the chase. Now I’m looking for a dustpan, But maybe all I need is you.
I saw your name in lights last night, like the stars formed together and spelled it out, just for me a neon sign, in pinks and greens it’s the middle of the night and i can’t sleep. My mind wandering running racing thoughts of you crashing through my body like thunder with the shock of lightning
A poem should be equal to what I find engaging the way the scene keeps shifting around The first couple stanzas thrown down For all of a sudden the iron mask represents The barrier between the author and me distorting reason from my intrigued mind Deeper and deep er I search for meaning immediate