Bookcase, Give your knowledge to those around you,
Everyone wants it and everyone needs it.
Serious and funny, dramatic and light.
Tell them what they want to hear.
How everything will work out just right.
Be the thing they need and search for.
Inspire them, fill them with dreams.
Take them to places they never thought of.
Be the missing pieces they need.
They grow from what they find from you,
Grow from what they read.
Bookcase,
I feel like i have become the bookcase needed from everyone.
So teach me your ways.
Now that, that is who i am.
I love to share my knowlege
I love to give a laugh
To share my books on my shelves.
But i cant give every page of me
Cause what more will i have left?
Books keep coming off the shelf,
Tearing pages here and there.
But a book lacks to come back.
How can i spread my knowledge if
No one returns what i have given out?
Bookcase,
I do not mind to be one,
Although my case is getting empty,
I dont mind cause i can help someone.
I wish though that the books rented out
Would get returned once in awhile.
I want to spread what i can give but,
If i have no books left,
No pages to share,
No new stories,
Or things to bare.
Then i have to stock up my shelves again,
Alone.
From scatch.
For those readers who just keep on checking out.
I want to be that book case for everyone else
To be the bookcase i had once been.
But it is hard when nothing comes back.
Readers,
So please, Ask yourself,
What have you checked out?
And most importantly,
From what you have read,
From what you have grown
Have you given a story back?
Has a book been returned?
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Truth
I use the piano to express who I am, make both others and myself feel happier inside, and escape to the world only I can get into.
If you had looked at the little girl you would have never been able to guess what she was doing. You could see some type of emotion in her eyes. Something that said, “I’m trying to wait patiently, but I don’t want to.” You could tell the ‘knobby kneed’ 7 year old was waiting.
She sat staring out the window, looking, and there it was, the mover truck that contained the item that would change her life forever. The van clinked down the street like a homeless man and his shopping cart.
The movers began to unload this foreign object. You could see a sudden twinge of excitement flash across the girl’s face. The expression looked excited as the old lady who had just won the lottery. Her friend Caleb was curious also and came to see what was going on. They sat together in silence, with the occasional giggle of high spirits. The girl and the boy sat together watching the movers lift and groan like disgruntled confused tigers.
Sarah had never seen anything like it before. The black box, or so it seemed to the girl had a curious feature, the pure white keys were just asking to be touched. They looked as smooth as the ice cream right when you open a new box. She stared in to the slick, sparkling black surface and saw herself looking back. Sarah saw the sparkle in her eye. She longingly reached out to touch the soft, cool, milky white keys. As the girl did she found if she pushed hard enough that it made a “clunk” sound. She wanted to try again but only was told, “Stop, later you can”.
Sarah replied, “Why not now mommy? What is it? I want to learn!”
There was no reply only a soft giggle and the sound of Caleb calling her out of her trance to come and play out side with him.
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This was the moment. Sarah was nervous. There was a knot in her stomach that seemed to get tighter with each step. Why would she though? She had been working on this piece for ages. She loved playing it but she never thought she could do it memorized in front of all these people. Sarah knew this piece; it was all too familiar. Her sister had played it and now she was. The piece was Crisifori’s Dream.
She stood in front of the crowd and had just finished enlightening them about the significance of her piece. The worst part was she was going last. She was nervous as she should be, but then a calm fell over her as she slid into the familiar place in front of the piano. Only this time it was for real, not just a practice session at home. She felt the keys over with her fingers, sitting there for only seconds, but it felt like minutes. Feeling like the whole world was watching her she took a deep breath and began to play.
The notes sounded routine to her, but to the audience, she knew they were something else. The keys were tighter than normal but Sarah just kept pushing, knowing that even though they were not as loose, the music would have the effect of its magic. She seemed to be in a trance. Just playing, the notes rolling across her eyelids.
As Sarah reached the climax of her song, she forgot the notes she knew the tune but the page in her mind was blank. She just kept on playing. Sarah could not recall the notes, then wondrously the piano just kept going. You could hardly even tell that she had not known all the notes. She ended her song took a deep breath and stood.
The audience was there for her they clapped and clapped. It was at this moment that Sarah realized she had forgotten everything when she was playing. It was all that mattered. It didn’t matter that she had a bad day. All she wanted to do was play the piano and share and develop her talent further.
She longed for the smooth chocolate fountain of notes pouring out of her piano, the notes that made her whole.
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Sarah looked at the piano. It had been a long day. And the weather ironically matched her mood. It was dreary out side. She was home alone and decided to just play. She slid onto the bench and picked up the music, and she could feel the slight indents of notes on her fingers as if she were blind and the music guided her like brail.
She began to play, and the notes familiarized themselves. She knew this song Waterfall. The fast paced movements came, and suddenly she was sitting on a stage in front of the piano. The light was dim. There were a million faces out there but none of them she knew. She was just here to share her magic.
She hit each note faster and crisper each time. This is what she craved, the acceptance of her own world. Her fingers danced across the keys. Knowing each one by name. Then the song ended. The lights and stage faded. Reality came back into play.
She felt different than before. No longer the innocent seven year old she was before. But better than she ever had been.
She looked up and saw the piano staring back at her. She looked into the black sheen that mirrored her reflection perfectly. It never got old. That silent friend staring back at her, waiting to be put into the notes and escape; they are more alike than different. Pleasing others while helping our self. We work together. This youthful innocence put into the piano that first day. Seven years ago.
Sarah muttered to herself. “Never, will I ever stop playing this piano to express myself. Not even once. You are my world and only I know how to get into it.”She heard a click of a door. She quickly composed herself, started playing, and drifted out of reality.
If you had looked at the little girl you would have never been able to guess what she was doing. You could see some type of emotion in her eyes. Something that said, “I’m trying to wait patiently, but I don’t want to.” You could tell the ‘knobby kneed’ 7 year old was waiting.
She sat staring out the window, looking, and there it was, the mover truck that contained the item that would change her life forever. The van clinked down the street like a homeless man and his shopping cart.
The movers began to unload this foreign object. You could see a sudden twinge of excitement flash across the girl’s face. The expression looked excited as the old lady who had just won the lottery. Her friend Caleb was curious also and came to see what was going on. They sat together in silence, with the occasional giggle of high spirits. The girl and the boy sat together watching the movers lift and groan like disgruntled confused tigers.
Sarah had never seen anything like it before. The black box, or so it seemed to the girl had a curious feature, the pure white keys were just asking to be touched. They looked as smooth as the ice cream right when you open a new box. She stared in to the slick, sparkling black surface and saw herself looking back. Sarah saw the sparkle in her eye. She longingly reached out to touch the soft, cool, milky white keys. As the girl did she found if she pushed hard enough that it made a “clunk” sound. She wanted to try again but only was told, “Stop, later you can”.
Sarah replied, “Why not now mommy? What is it? I want to learn!”
There was no reply only a soft giggle and the sound of Caleb calling her out of her trance to come and play out side with him.
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This was the moment. Sarah was nervous. There was a knot in her stomach that seemed to get tighter with each step. Why would she though? She had been working on this piece for ages. She loved playing it but she never thought she could do it memorized in front of all these people. Sarah knew this piece; it was all too familiar. Her sister had played it and now she was. The piece was Crisifori’s Dream.
She stood in front of the crowd and had just finished enlightening them about the significance of her piece. The worst part was she was going last. She was nervous as she should be, but then a calm fell over her as she slid into the familiar place in front of the piano. Only this time it was for real, not just a practice session at home. She felt the keys over with her fingers, sitting there for only seconds, but it felt like minutes. Feeling like the whole world was watching her she took a deep breath and began to play.
The notes sounded routine to her, but to the audience, she knew they were something else. The keys were tighter than normal but Sarah just kept pushing, knowing that even though they were not as loose, the music would have the effect of its magic. She seemed to be in a trance. Just playing, the notes rolling across her eyelids.
As Sarah reached the climax of her song, she forgot the notes she knew the tune but the page in her mind was blank. She just kept on playing. Sarah could not recall the notes, then wondrously the piano just kept going. You could hardly even tell that she had not known all the notes. She ended her song took a deep breath and stood.
The audience was there for her they clapped and clapped. It was at this moment that Sarah realized she had forgotten everything when she was playing. It was all that mattered. It didn’t matter that she had a bad day. All she wanted to do was play the piano and share and develop her talent further.
She longed for the smooth chocolate fountain of notes pouring out of her piano, the notes that made her whole.
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Sarah looked at the piano. It had been a long day. And the weather ironically matched her mood. It was dreary out side. She was home alone and decided to just play. She slid onto the bench and picked up the music, and she could feel the slight indents of notes on her fingers as if she were blind and the music guided her like brail.
She began to play, and the notes familiarized themselves. She knew this song Waterfall. The fast paced movements came, and suddenly she was sitting on a stage in front of the piano. The light was dim. There were a million faces out there but none of them she knew. She was just here to share her magic.
She hit each note faster and crisper each time. This is what she craved, the acceptance of her own world. Her fingers danced across the keys. Knowing each one by name. Then the song ended. The lights and stage faded. Reality came back into play.
She felt different than before. No longer the innocent seven year old she was before. But better than she ever had been.
She looked up and saw the piano staring back at her. She looked into the black sheen that mirrored her reflection perfectly. It never got old. That silent friend staring back at her, waiting to be put into the notes and escape; they are more alike than different. Pleasing others while helping our self. We work together. This youthful innocence put into the piano that first day. Seven years ago.
Sarah muttered to herself. “Never, will I ever stop playing this piano to express myself. Not even once. You are my world and only I know how to get into it.”She heard a click of a door. She quickly composed herself, started playing, and drifted out of reality.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
the mind of a hopless romantic
heart. don't fail me now.
one day we'll understand
waiting for you to take my hand
we'll jump together
falling forever
to a place
where the notes become irrelevant
beginning to form our own song
a rhythm
incomprehensible beauty
perfection and happiness
strung together flawlessly
[how come when you did nothing wrong, we act like it was our fault all along]
one day we'll understand
waiting for you to take my hand
we'll jump together
falling forever
to a place
where the notes become irrelevant
beginning to form our own song
a rhythm
incomprehensible beauty
perfection and happiness
strung together flawlessly
[how come when you did nothing wrong, we act like it was our fault all along]
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Passion
all i want to do is play. the piano takes me as i am.
smile or not.
to clear my mind.
smiplify my life.
learn to love agian.
i just want to be right there. right now.
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
For life.
Dear friend,
Just thought you should know that you're amazing. you make me smile when i'm sad. make a day feel right again. make me want to strive to be better. you push and pull me to new heights, barriers, and experiences. you're like family. I'm glad you walked into my life when you did. you are a friend who has given me a friendship that i value more than the world. I'm not going to mess that up, because it's not worth it. besties for life, and i'm glad. I know you are too.
Yours truly,
A friend
Just thought you should know that you're amazing. you make me smile when i'm sad. make a day feel right again. make me want to strive to be better. you push and pull me to new heights, barriers, and experiences. you're like family. I'm glad you walked into my life when you did. you are a friend who has given me a friendship that i value more than the world. I'm not going to mess that up, because it's not worth it. besties for life, and i'm glad. I know you are too.
Yours truly,
A friend
Monday, September 14, 2009
A philosophy on life
its about 1 am and of course we do our best thinking at this time. but here is a quick thought. that i think explains alot.
I am a generally happy, upbeat person. there's so much hate in this world. Why add to it? There's no reason not to be happy.
Find the simple joys, and live.
I am a generally happy, upbeat person. there's so much hate in this world. Why add to it? There's no reason not to be happy.
Find the simple joys, and live.
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
A Rant
To whom it may concern: Be aware that anything I say in this post is purely out of frustration and stress. Please don't let anything i say change your views or me. Odds are you're a great person, and I love you regardless. Plus everyone deserves a little ranting on their blog.
Today just sucked to put it lightly.
Please, please, please, don't complain about something that you didn't like if you didn't even PARTICIPATE. example? and i quote the batch of muffins in the hall way, *as i'm making a poster.* "yeah, our float sucked *** last year, who the **** even built it?" my response, " well it could have been better if you HELPED. CIRMENY." sorry, but you have no room to complain if you aren't even apart of it. So please, go spread your misery to someone elses world. I really don't need yours now.
maybe its just the fact that DEADLINES are approaching quickly and no one is doing anything about it... and i feel like no body is taking me seriously. yeah, i definitely wanted to ring a few necks in student council today, alas, i didn't. but i guess i'm just so frustrated because i am naturally a strong person so i have been pushed to my limits plenty of times before, but i can control myself. No matter how many times i've been knocked down, i always get up. Everyone looks past my strong-willed sense of compassion and they tend to be shown up. i will not take anyone's bs and i plan to keep it that way. Once i let my guard down, i feel like i have lost myself. So i sit and smile, people rarley know how frustrated i can get, because i DON'T like to show unnecessary emotions. It never goes my way, so if you see me as that happy girl with a ridiculous personality who never gets sad or lonely, obviously my facade is working.... personality flaw #62
i only show what i want. And once you see the other side, that's how you know i trust you. because i don't just tell anyone my secrets. i don't tell just anyone about my past. i don't tell just anyone about who i am, so if you are reading this i've told you about some of this stuff, then know i trust you, actually i'm likely to trust you already unless you have done something to break that trust, another one of my personality flaws. great.
yet another thing, is i'm so freaking anxious to get asked to homecoming. i guess because there is only really one person that i want to go with, because i know that i would have a great time, i trust him, and i know that there wouldn't be any scandal involved. Just two really good friends going to homecoming and having a great time. i'm just nervous, because I DO NOT DO NOT DO NOT want to screw up an awesomely amazing friendship. (: i'm good at doing that too... personality flaw #74, hopefully they will forgive me.
and i failed my calc test. again. there's always tomorrow. there's always time for learning. always room to improve.
yep today was interesting, now that i have ranted on my little zone of Internet, i feel much better. i love writing. but please just remember, this was a rant. not to be taken too seriously. but you decide.
i have a feeling tomorrow will be A LOT better. yes. it will.
Today just sucked to put it lightly.
Please, please, please, don't complain about something that you didn't like if you didn't even PARTICIPATE. example? and i quote the batch of muffins in the hall way, *as i'm making a poster.* "yeah, our float sucked *** last year, who the **** even built it?" my response, " well it could have been better if you HELPED. CIRMENY." sorry, but you have no room to complain if you aren't even apart of it. So please, go spread your misery to someone elses world. I really don't need yours now.
maybe its just the fact that DEADLINES are approaching quickly and no one is doing anything about it... and i feel like no body is taking me seriously. yeah, i definitely wanted to ring a few necks in student council today, alas, i didn't. but i guess i'm just so frustrated because i am naturally a strong person so i have been pushed to my limits plenty of times before, but i can control myself. No matter how many times i've been knocked down, i always get up. Everyone looks past my strong-willed sense of compassion and they tend to be shown up. i will not take anyone's bs and i plan to keep it that way. Once i let my guard down, i feel like i have lost myself. So i sit and smile, people rarley know how frustrated i can get, because i DON'T like to show unnecessary emotions. It never goes my way, so if you see me as that happy girl with a ridiculous personality who never gets sad or lonely, obviously my facade is working.... personality flaw #62
i only show what i want. And once you see the other side, that's how you know i trust you. because i don't just tell anyone my secrets. i don't tell just anyone about my past. i don't tell just anyone about who i am, so if you are reading this i've told you about some of this stuff, then know i trust you, actually i'm likely to trust you already unless you have done something to break that trust, another one of my personality flaws. great.
yet another thing, is i'm so freaking anxious to get asked to homecoming. i guess because there is only really one person that i want to go with, because i know that i would have a great time, i trust him, and i know that there wouldn't be any scandal involved. Just two really good friends going to homecoming and having a great time. i'm just nervous, because I DO NOT DO NOT DO NOT want to screw up an awesomely amazing friendship. (: i'm good at doing that too... personality flaw #74, hopefully they will forgive me.
and i failed my calc test. again. there's always tomorrow. there's always time for learning. always room to improve.
yep today was interesting, now that i have ranted on my little zone of Internet, i feel much better. i love writing. but please just remember, this was a rant. not to be taken too seriously. but you decide.
i have a feeling tomorrow will be A LOT better. yes. it will.
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