When You Are Old
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,And nodding by the fire, take down this book,And slowly read, and dream of the soft lookYour eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;How many loved your moments of glad grace,And loved your beauty with love false or true,But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,And loved the sorrows of your changing face;And bending down beside the glowing bars,Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fledAnd paced upon the mountains overheadAnd hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
This song is called Drive By by Train and it is currently my favorite song from them. They are even better live. I wish they would have had this song out when I saw them in concert back in September. I want to see them again but they are about to go on tour inEngland. So they will be out of the country for a while. This song reminds me of a guy that I know. He is a great guy but always seems to disappoint me at times that seem so crucial. Which is pretty depressing but thats life I guess.
This song talks about a girl he saw across the street that he thought he knew but it ended up being someone else. Its a love song about how much he loved this girl and that he wants to be there for her now that he knows his love for her is true and pure. Again, he had to figure it out. And now he wants to be more with this past love of his which is basically the story of my life.
This is the only surviving photo that I have of the Train concert because I lost all photo’s and video’s when my phone broke. This one got saved because I managed to upload it to Facebook before my phone broke. :))
The end of April
Came the heartbreak
Between you and me.
It poured off and on
As we tangoed
Through the grassy plain.
You wore black and white
And soared through the air
From side to side.
Down 2-0 at half
Exhaustion took over.
As the whistle blew
A new half began.
One goal scored
After a minute in.
It went silent.
I think about the eerie silence,
It was a dreadful sound.
I think about the last
Goal we scored.
You made me a believer.
Then the seconds hit
Almost the end of the game
When we were defeated.
Between you and me
We were perfect
Until that day.
And we will never be the same,
A love quickly lost.
My poem that can be interpreted as a love for soccer or a lover. You decided how you want to interpret it.
I am sick and tired of hearing people say bad things about my degree. Applied Liberal Arts is a general ed degree but it is an area that I am exceptionally good at. I am, and will be, a well rounded individual who will take on the world head on. I am not afraid of anything but failure, and if I don’t try then that is failing. So I just want you people to know that you must try to succeed. If you don’t even try then whats the point in doing anything ever? Just sit around and be lazy. Become fat, and then die.
I am doing something with my life. I don’t know what it is yet but I am working hard, studying all the time and always in the library. I am going somewhere with my life, even if its nothing big. As long as its something that I love then it doesn’t matter what I do. I love it and thats all that matters. I will defeat anything that gets in my way and my power will be strong.
Don’t you let any one tell you other wise. You can be strong too. I am talking to you people who are too weak to stand up for yourselves. Be strong. Don’t let anyone tell you you can’t do it. Because you know what? You can. So go do it. And do it with some pride.
The blue-grey of your eyes, are glistening,
yet they are as still as the ocean sea
on a calm early morning.
Ocean so full of life, at mid-day,
you seem to have many waves of hope
that flows in with the current.
As the setting sun sparkles, across the ocean,
the day is coming to an end and tomorrow
you will begin a new day of persistence.
But at twilight the full moon, will shine bright,
reflecting the light off of the ocean into your face
showing off your perfect blue-grey eyes.
I am loving the weather outside. It is so lovely and nice. The sun is shining but it is not too hot. The heat, though, I know is coming. I am not looking forward to the heat. But I am looking forward to summer vacation. I am still going to take a summer class, but one class is better than five. A break is much needed. I don’t know about anyone else, but I definitely need a break.
I need time to think about graduate school. What master’s program do I want to go into. I don’t feel qualified to do anything. I feel almost like a failure. That I can’t do school any more and that I shouldn’t even finish my degree now. Which is silly because I only have a year left. Thats why I think I need a break. I need a break to take a breather and relax and remember that I am going to be one of the first grand kids to have graduated on both sides of my parent’s families.
That is a big accomplishment and I should be proud. Of course I am proud to graduate, it will have been four extra years of school. I just don’t see myself going any where. I want to go and do and be something great. And where I am at now is stuck trying to decide which path is best for me. Nothing seems possible. It’s like the ceiling looking glass. I can see a good future but I can’t get to it. I am stuck, in limbo trying to figure out where I belong.
This is probably why I haven’t figured out what graduate program I want to go into or anything. I don’t like this feeling of being stuck and not being able to decide. It is very nerve wrecking. I think I just need to jump into the heat and just go for something, but what if its the wrong thing? What if its not for me? Then I would have wasted time and money. And that is a big problem. So we will see where I go from here….
Ideas would be great. :))
I miss the memories.
We were so young
And in love.
Even though I denied it.
My heart and soul
The day we met
On the broken down tennis courts.
A light filled inside me
One that will never fade.
We were meant to meet
That fateful spring.
But now time has passed
And we have forgotten
What it was like
To be so full of life.
After three years
We have reconnected.
As the memories come flooding back
You were perfect
And I blew it.
I’ve moved on.
— Another poem I did for my class. The ending is kind of harsh, but I didn’t really know what else to do for it. So it is open for ideas and changes. Poetry is always changing as it is. I love the study of poetry and my creative writing class has showed me the love of studying poetry. Maybe I should get my masters in creative writing. But what else can I do with that besides write my own stuff? There is no money in that and I don’t really like half the things I write any way…
I regret to
That I have dumped
You for a reason.
You should not cry,
Whine, or complain.
Your pitiful pleas
Are quite Lame.
For this inconvenience,
But I’m happy now
Without your annoying presence.
— A short poem I wrote in creative writing today. I think it is quite good. It is following the style of William Carlos Williams and his poem called This Is Just To Say. It was inspired by an old boyfriend, although the events aren’t quite true with what the poem reads it is still something that everyone has to deal with at some point in their life. Maybe this poem will be published one day and read by many.
I am a junior trying to figure out my way in life. I am concerned greatly with what program I should enter into graduate school. It has been a thorn in my side this whole year. I have no idea where I should go… I have thought of either English or Law School but they seem very plain and don’t seem to fit me. I want to do something I like and possibly love because it will be very hard and time consuming. With my random major its hard to decide what I should do. I don’t feel qualified to apply to any kind of program because it is a very plain major. Its called Applied Liberal Arts. So my goal is to try to figure out what to do and where to go.