Day-old Delaware Chickens
11 years ago
10/22/08
10/18/08
6/19/08
As yet untitled
you don't need me to set you free
i'm not here to hold you back.
let me watch you fly away - see?
there's nothing but wind surrounding
your outspread wings.
glide, soar - take the world as your own
and become one
with what you dreamed last night.
i saw the smile on your face as you slept;
that slight upturn of your lips
that i love.
don't wait around for me - just fly,
i'll be here when you wake.
i'm not here to hold you back.
let me watch you fly away - see?
there's nothing but wind surrounding
your outspread wings.
glide, soar - take the world as your own
and become one
with what you dreamed last night.
i saw the smile on your face as you slept;
that slight upturn of your lips
that i love.
don't wait around for me - just fly,
i'll be here when you wake.
5/17/08
What's been going on
Dear friends,
I'd like to introduce someone to you. His name is Gabe. We met some months ago and found so many things in common that we decided ('we' being Gabe, myself, my parents, and God and His providences and leading; not necessarily in that order :) that a continued relationship was a good idea. Gabe and I have been courting for a few weeks now and would like to pass the knowledge on to others, because shared happiness is oh so much better, I believe. So is shared faith! We'd love to have you trust God along with us, as we seek His will for our futures.
I'd like to introduce someone to you. His name is Gabe. We met some months ago and found so many things in common that we decided ('we' being Gabe, myself, my parents, and God and His providences and leading; not necessarily in that order :) that a continued relationship was a good idea. Gabe and I have been courting for a few weeks now and would like to pass the knowledge on to others, because shared happiness is oh so much better, I believe. So is shared faith! We'd love to have you trust God along with us, as we seek His will for our futures.
12/28/07
The Perfectly Awful Poem
There are many brands of poets in this world,
Few of which ever produce anything worth reading.
But, before I raise a general outcry, let me explain.
There are the quivering, cowering types
Who are terrified of their own writing and
Secret it away in some darksome corner
To be found decades later by poor, unsuspecting relatives.
Then we have the normal, everyday type
Who writes passably well and is relatively sane
(Or as sane as a poet can be)
He shares a few succulent selections
With his friends once every year,
March 4th, 2:30PM to be exact. Rain or shine.
However, this world never was perfect and
Sad to say there is also the Conceited Poet.
Brassy and bold, he pours his creations upon the
Poor unprotected public with little regard
For the continuance of their mental health.
With a forceful "Read this!" he waves It under their noses.
And so they do; their toes curl and the hair
On their heads stands at attention.
Tiny rivulets of sweat trace delicate patterns down
Troubled brow, and they hand the offending article back,
Held gingerly between two fingers.
With a perfectly awful grin he retrieves his disgusting spawn.
And then the shaken reader,
With quavering steps makes his way home.
And with eyes rolling and hair wild he
Regales his friends with a recount of
The Perfectly Awful Poem.
Few of which ever produce anything worth reading.
But, before I raise a general outcry, let me explain.
There are the quivering, cowering types
Who are terrified of their own writing and
Secret it away in some darksome corner
To be found decades later by poor, unsuspecting relatives.
Then we have the normal, everyday type
Who writes passably well and is relatively sane
(Or as sane as a poet can be)
He shares a few succulent selections
With his friends once every year,
March 4th, 2:30PM to be exact. Rain or shine.
However, this world never was perfect and
Sad to say there is also the Conceited Poet.
Brassy and bold, he pours his creations upon the
Poor unprotected public with little regard
For the continuance of their mental health.
With a forceful "Read this!" he waves It under their noses.
And so they do; their toes curl and the hair
On their heads stands at attention.
Tiny rivulets of sweat trace delicate patterns down
Troubled brow, and they hand the offending article back,
Held gingerly between two fingers.
With a perfectly awful grin he retrieves his disgusting spawn.
And then the shaken reader,
With quavering steps makes his way home.
And with eyes rolling and hair wild he
Regales his friends with a recount of
The Perfectly Awful Poem.
12/21/07
12/1/07
Sweeeeet
I finally did it, people. I finally missed posting at least once a month so now my archives list is forever marred.
Woohoo! I love this feeling of freedom. :-D
Here's hoping you all find the needed freedom from blog bondage (if it exists for you, of course).
I feel positively giddy...
ok, maybe not giddy...
hmmm...
Woohoo! I love this feeling of freedom. :-D
Here's hoping you all find the needed freedom from blog bondage (if it exists for you, of course).
I feel positively giddy...
ok, maybe not giddy...
hmmm...
10/31/07
9/13/07
Last night
Last night I went to bed wearing a pair of cozy socks.
This morning I woke up and they were laying on my bed next to my head, folded together very neatly.
I don't remember a thing about doing it.
Hmmm...
This morning I woke up and they were laying on my bed next to my head, folded together very neatly.
I don't remember a thing about doing it.
Hmmm...
8/31/07
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