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 ask me If I know the way back home from here. I sing the words, “yes, dear” back to you like I’m someone else. You say “alright” because you’ve got nothing else to say right now; I respect that. I keep my eyes on the road. I’m not quite sure where you’re looking at this point
Nobody knows what really goes on in her mind, her life. In school Sarah is always happy always smiling. To everybody that is Sarah. Home, Sarah is a little different. Home, Sarah is sad, lonely, mean. Every day she is hiding, hiding from those mean words, the icy glare, the horrible thoughts.
Your hopeless little tragedies Spill so hopelessly on the floor. The ones that take over all the attention, The ones so goddamn impossible to ignore. The not so gentle news Is burning away, all this trust once built Built for no reason at all, For why should I trust someone who knows no guilt?
Different: not the same as another. My “friends” and I, we’re different from each other. They are cool; I am not. I am lame; they are hot. Even when they’re wrong, people think they’re right. They like the day; I like the night. I always lose; they always win. I stick out; they blend in. Normal..
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
Speak in your whispers, yet love me the same, Wrap me in wings of comfort that tears can't absolve, See through the struggles were new paths evolve, your silence lies down beside me with only repetitive breath, bask in the gentle touch of my fingers caress, share in the laughter as we dance in th
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.
Walking down The hall of my high school, The stares, Judging, The whispers, Telling lies of the truth, Tears cause by, Always and forever, Gone, Hurt by you, Love turning to hate, The drama, Coming alive, Not just in the movie, Perfection, At its best, Finally turning ugly, Friends turning agains
It’s not about what you told me, but what I chose to believe. Nothing feels worse than living an imaginary dream. And they occur so often and freely whenever Satan creeps in. By the time I breathe, and count to ten it’s over and I have to start again.
I always feel like I’m doing my best but being put to the test. People come and go; No one ever seems to know. They come in and Leave so fast, There’s so many I can’t remember who was last. I need someone to stick around. Now there is someone I’ve found. I’ve realized I’ve done nothing wrong. My