All Together Now! Summer Reading at Johnson County Library is happening now through July 29.
Probation is very difficult for me. I feel like it’s weighing me down,So much more every day. I believe some kids learn. I think I am one of those kids.But some don’t learn. Some families can’t afford probation, It’s not their fault their kids make mistakes; They need a break.
I’ll be the Jack Kerouac for my generation, ‘Cause’ I think it’s time for some beatnick innovation...
A life, a life. Can be amusing. Fun and free, to do what you want. Enjoy it.
I’ll dry your tears, and erase
your fears, in the coming years,
just to always hear your voice in my ear.
Left only is the echo of the water’s laugh
The birds’ little whispers still can be heard.
The moon isn’t full, it’s only half
Sun’s clear rays have been made fuzzy and blurred.
Melody misses Harmony-her friend
Nightime longs to hear the old barn owl’s hoo.
I. Blue chamber
Take my hand, feel for flesh
beneath the glove, the mask
Catch the notes slipping through
the air (your fingers)
Dance until we die and await the
We will come alive again
Rain danced gleefully across the tombstones as if mocking the dead. The now wet moss on older parts of the graveyard made the ground slick. It grew where other forms of life refused for reasons of their own, yet sparingly did the moss do so as if even it respected burial grounds.
What is the point of pep rallies? Is anyone actually, genuinely enthusiastic? I find it much easier to believe that, seeing as we’re teenagers, we’re all just faking it, in an ironic sort of way.
The hall of my high school,
Telling lies of the truth,
Tears cause by,
Always and forever,
Hurt by you,
Love turning to hate,
As a grade school student I would read comic books. I was no expert in the field nor any sort of serious collector but never the less I enjoyed reading them. I liked all sorts of heroes, Marvel or D.C., but my favorite was The Shadow. I liked almost every comic book hero.
Rain floods the trenches on a cold darkened night,
And the battle drags on. How long must they fight?
Rats grow fat as they feast on the dead.
The constant shell impacts get to the head.
You keep your bayonet close, and your eye on no-man’s-land,
Never wanted to be proven wrong
Even when trapped in a corner
As my mind races to cover up yet another
What started out as one little innocent white lie
Has splintered out into uncountable amounts
There is so much beneath the surface
of what we are being told,
like cream rising to the top of milk,
like layers in the ocean,
like light filtering in only through the top.
The rest is inky darkness,
so much life and truth swirling beneath the surface.
Here Is The Son
that shines through
a coming storm,
a storm in
When you feel
the Son rises
to show you
It began with the fire’s havoc, then rained the wild water. Next came the dancing wind, then the fumbling forming earth. At first everything was peaceful but the elements did not get along well.
Memories, oh memories those fine grains of sand
Escape between your fingers to the beating of the band
Murmuring in harmony upon a demure heart
Oh what a lovely pas de deux in which we find our part
Rows of fleeting smiles and a million bluebird skies
A star, bright, sky’s diamond
Yellow, blue, white, green
A shinier object
Mine eyes have not seen
I have not been told
Of a more unique thing
Not light itself, music,
A crystal, a ring
The wind and rain, two things I love most. They go hand in hand, the wind and rain. First, the wind blows through and tells the world to be quiet and listen; then the rain comes and washes away horrible things.