Johnson County Library will close at 5 pm on Wednesday, Nov. 25 and will be closed on Thursday Nov. 26 and Friday, Nov 27.
I would say that by noon my Heart really knew my purpose My goals, the plan for rescue. I would say that it’s better To never regret, never take back, Try not to be a brat. I know that life is better when One is not alone. Imagination without God Is a living dead zone. Reacting instead of listeni
Falling , falling down to earth toward the place I was given birth I close my eyes and count to three A sad requiem for an unknown dream. Why is it that people of this nation Are only in it for the fascination? Always on the run Just looking for more fun? When no ones there to even give a single
There once was a girl from Kentucky, she always won at games but, all the same she had a pet gerbil named “Unlucky.”
There once was a boy from Maine, but he dreamed of living in Spain, And try as he might he could never find the right ticket as he boarded the plane.
My life is full of tragedy Hurt and pain left and right I see things a little differently Looking for sunshine in the night
I think I’ve met the snake of the earth And stepped in his rattling tail Ever since the day of my birth I’ve believed I was put here to fail
This is the real world With limited freedom, and lots of things to fear Where you can’t get away from the truth This is where violence lives, and people follow you Where guns are triggered at any time or place The tears will roll on a sorrowful face People sometimes assumedly think That the real
Minor fissures, Just hairline cracks, Spread slowly At first, Fine lines on a Smooth surface; Creeping across a Marble plain, Barely making A sound, but Marking - scarring - All the same. See here, where The lines turn At odd angles and Bend to meet, but Never touch. Traces like veins, Telling di
Once upon a time Goliath fell. They built buildings on his body and David walked away without looking back didn’t know his victory until he moved opened the door to have his pebble drop at his feet looked up and his apartment was the white pulp of a gigantic eye dripping blood.
Somehow you have found, where I was in the ground. I am there, I am also here. You have something new to fear. I’m not alive, but not quite dead . Though this is not what you have read. While light can be quite fun, I must avoid the world with sun. To walk the night is not quite what you think.
The losses we experience The victories we achieve… They become intertwined With the places we inhabit As we go about our lives. Meaning and memory tie us to these places So that even when we leave somewhere, Or the buildings disappear Or the land changes, We’re a part of those places, And those p