Corinth will be closed this Thursday, March 4 to complete a critical upgrade to the building’s HVAC system. The exterior materials return bin will be unavailable Thursday, March 4 and Friday, March 5.
We live on our floating planet,
this hunk, this rock,
we are so small.
It doesn’t matter,
When the sun sets to the west
It doesn’t matter,
How fast the current is in
the ocean
It doesn’t matter,
When a storm passes through
the plains
It doesn’t matter,
The way stars twinkle in the
night sky
It was a mild day in the middle of the summer, not the type that glued your shirt to your back, but the type where the soft spoken wind whistled easy, breezy tunes if you weren’t too busy to listen. Me, being a kid, I was never busy.
And how are we supposed to get out of this,
after our hope has been washed out and dried,
and the fevers stay burning our foreheads and skulls,
not even cooled by the tears that we’ve cried.
What happens when you’re at a stand still in life?
high school seemed to go by fast –
and now you’re left with memories.
Whether you were the individualist, the beautiful
person, the jock, the punk rocker, or the nerd,
in the end you’re not concerned
In a land of broken promises
There lives a painter
This painter only has one eye
With that eye
He sees horror
He sees death
He sees fire
But most importantly
He sees magic
My life is full of tragedy
Hurt and pain left and right
I see things a little differently
Looking for sunshine in the night
Daring to yearn for freedom as
the doors of your prison open
the view of white death before you
all of your small hopes broken
standing in a door between hell’s
cold fingers brush your skin
beautiful death covers the hills
I wish that I could speak my mind more easily.
I wish I didn’t fall in love so easily
and that it weren’t so obvious.
Get behind the eight ball she said, which I had yet to understand. She said
it meant to look ahead to the future. I sat
there contemplating this saying for a while, and as I fell into
a deep slumber my thoughts ran free. Thinking of our future--
Wake up
Do my hair
Put makeup on
So they don’t stare
Wait a minute
Nothing’s wrong with me
I have friends
And a family
Whoa, good thing I didn’t keep goin’
That almost turned out like another
teenage poem
An act of courage is what I call,
In the eye of a parent a plummeting fall.
An hour-long lecture will send him on his way.
It just seems like another reason to run away.
These are words of wisdom you should borrow.
It will be better tomorrow.
I look at them around me
Those who with my choices disagree
My eyes drop
They’re staring
Quickly judging what they see.
Alone am I to every degree
I never use the pronoun “we”
I’m different
Too different
Locked out without a key,
My head tends to spin
Because I’m on the outside looking in
My heart starts to yearn
The secrets of friendship I wish to learn
I want to be inside
And to be filled with pride
I can imagine myself in there
With the warm refreshing air
“To Strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.”
Thou shalt never give up,
What is rightfully his,
Never whimper away from fears,
Never give away their tears,
Fight for what is right,
Inside the brightest of light,
We shall all have,
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.
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.
The lovely tune sounding brilliantly through the air
Wonderful feelings as the clear notes catch
The song shines and gleams, its rays golden and fair
There is a thing that is stronger than yourself,
That is from you; its plan is one of stealth.
White-hot insults out of a mouth are poured,
Never underestimate the power of a word!
The hate that lived within
me, that inhabited my very core
Gone!
It has no home with me anymore
I’ve let it go
It no longer rules me